Disclaimer: The folling story is a work of fiction. If you are offended by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man relations, please exit this page.
THE LIFEGUARD
Copyright 1999 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed electronically or in any other manner without the express, written consent of the author. All rights are retained.
Part 2
THE WEEKEND
As soon as I was capable of rational thought, what had just happened, and as importantly, what had been said started to sink in. "Finally." Did that mean what I thought it meant, or was I still hallucinating from the explosive orgasm that I had just experienced?
Based upon the treatment I had just been given, mine wasn't the first dick that had been in Eric's mouth. No beginner had that kind of talent!
I rolled onto my side to look at him. He heard, or felt me move, and turned on his side too. "Did that mean what I thought it meant?" I asked.
"I guess so, if what you think is that I've wanted to do that since the day Annie dragged me in to meet you." He said with almost misty eyes.
"Yes, that's what I was hoping." I said, as I reached over to trace his brow with my finger. Now that I could, I wanted to touch every inch of him. I continued down his jaw line, then back up to his earlobe. I couldn't take my eyes off of his beautiful face. I moved closer and put my arms around him. I wanted to kiss him, but then I couldn't look into his eyes, so I backed off just a little. We lay there gazing into each others eyes, speaking volumes of unspoken words.
The spell was broken when he pulled me tight against him, and the kiss that I had so wanted was finally happening. It was slow at first, tentative, then grew in strength. My tongue went into his mouth, and he did wondrous things with it that are indescribable. I felt him hard against me, and could feel myself starting to get hard too, despite the fact that I'd just experienced the orgasm of my life.
I wanted to devour him, taste him, feel every inch of him, and make him as happy as I was feeling at that moment. Our lips parted and I started moving down his body, licking and tasting as I went. I tasted his arms, then his chest, licking his chiseled pecs, and tongued his already hard nipples, swirling them with my tongue and gently nipping on them with my teeth. He was groaning and moving under my ministrations. I continued licking down his hard stomach, licking his navel, then on down that line of blond fuzz that led to the prize of all. Instead of going for his dick, I detoured around his hip and found his balls.
I licked the sac, then took each one into my mouth, gently rolling them around. I didn't want to try both at the same time because they were so big. He was moaning louder and was holding my head with both of his hands. It was time. I started licking upward along the bottom of his shaft, slowly, savoring every inch as I made my way upward. When I reached the underside of the head, I concentrated on that spot, causing him to let go of my head and really thrash around. I continued this as long as I dared, then took the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the rim. That's all it took to put him over the edge. He went absolutely wild under me, every part of his body seemed to be alive. I took a little more of him in my mouth so that I wouldn't miss a drop. He tasted so sweet, and it seemed to flow in spurts, forever, stopping, then starting up again. I continued working my tongue on him until he begged me to stop.
He lay there, limp as a dishrag, with his eyes closed, trying to get back to normal breathing. I raised up so that I could drink in his gorgeous body. I put my hand on his stomach and started rubbing him softly. "Do you know," he said "that I just had three distinct orgasms? I've never had that happen before in my life!"
He reached over and gently took my hard dick in his hand. "Looks like it's your turn again," he said as he pulled me toward him. We kissed again, exchanging some of his cum that was still in my mouth, then he started down my body as I had his, but faster, realizing my urgency. Instead of taking me in his mouth, he reached for the lube, spread it generously on my dick and his hands, then began to perform miracles. He would stroke gently then his fingers would dance all over the shaft and the head. I felt like I was on fire. When I couldn't stand any more, I begged him to finish me off. For that he changed the pace again, and gently pushed me over the edge. Another blast, and this time, I really think I lost consciousness it was so intense.
When I could, I told him "This old body hasn't been able to cum twice in an hour in years."
With a wicked gleam in his eye, he leaned over and gave me a kiss, then said "stick around, you ain't seen nothin' yet!". I groaned.
"Really, how old are you?" he asked.
"50, and you?"
"I'll be 30 next month. You sure don't look 50. I figured you were around 38."
I glanced at the clock. It was almost five o'clock. "I think we'd better hit the showers, Annie'll be home in an hour. Can you spend the night?"
"With Annie here?"
"That's no problem, her bedroom is clear at the other end of the house."
"Then sure. I don't have to be to work at the beach until 10," he said. "By the way, does Annie know about us?"
"Until today, there wasn't anything to tell, but no, I haven't mentioned you to her."
"What do you think her reaction will be?" he asked.
"She's hard to predict, but for sure, she'll be surprised. Then, she'll probably think that I seduced you and that I'm cradle robbing. Whatever, she'll get over it. I know that my happiness is very important to her, and she won't be able to miss seeing how happy I am. Now get your ass in the shower. I want to soap up all of those beautiful muscles of yours".
"Any one in particular? OK, OK! I'm going. Lead the way."
My bathroom is huge. The shower would easily hold six people, has four spray heads and automatic water temperature control. Just set it, then turn it on, and it's the perfect temperature when you get in. While we were waiting for the water to adjust, Eric put his arm around me and said "You know, if I hadn't already done it, I think I could fall in love with you" and gave me a quick kiss.
That was too much for me. I couldn't believe that I had heard him correctly, but hoped that I had. I took him in my arms to keep him from seeing that I had gotten all misty eyed. Macho me?
We got under the water and started rinsing off the body fluids that were all over us. I lathered him up, marveling at the contours of his sharply defined body. His skin was like brown marble, without a blemish anyplace. His tan line emphasized the whiteness of his butt and genitals. I was in ecstacy boldly touching every inch of him. When I got to his cock, soft but still rather impressive, I couldn't resist giving it a few extra strokes. "Whoa," he said, "save a little bit for later".
He repeated the process on me, and I luxuriated in the tenderness of his touch.
As we were finishing getting dressed, I could hear Annie banging around in the kitchen. It was her turn to cook dinner. "Wait here," I told Eric, "let me break the ice". He nodded agreement, and I turned the TV to the news for him to watch.
"Hiya, brat" I greeted Annie. "What's for dinner?"
"Don't know yet, I haven't decided".
"Well, whatever you cook, make enough for three, we have company."
"Anybody I know?" she asked.
"Yes, my new boyfriend".
"Reeeeeally," she drawled, "and I know him?"
"Yep. I'm afraid I poached one of your 'boys'".
"Which one?" she demanded, eyes flashing.
"The best looking one, of course" I told her, adding "think about it!" I walked out of the room leaving her hanging with her mouth wide open.
A few minutes later, Eric and I walked into the kitchen. "Do you remember this guy?" I asked her.
"Eric!! You and Dad.... How long has this been going on?"
"Not very long," Eric piped up. "Your Dad was pretty hard to catch. It took me a while."
Annie, still in disbelief, I think, did the natural thing. She came over and gave me a big hug, then turned to Eric and said "welcome to the family," gave him a brotherly hug, then said "I'm really happy for both of you, but you'll have to give me a little time to get used to it."
I smiled at both of them. This was the best that I could have hoped for.
Leaving her to her cooking, Eric and I wandered into the den. "I'd really better call home and let them know not to expect me." Eric said while I was pouring us drinks.
"There's a phone over there, help yourself." I told him. "Do you want me to give you some privacy?"
"No!" he answered, almost vehemently. "There won't be any secrets, now or ever, as far as I'm concerned."
What could I say to that? Nothing. I nodded and sat down in my chair overlooking the pool. So much had happened in the space of a few hours that it was mind boggling. This gorgeous, brainy, young stud had told me he was in love with me, and had gone on to prove it to me, and admitted that he had planned the whole thing. Here I had thought that I was the one planning his seduction, and he turned the tables on me.
Things were happening awfully fast. But, wasn't that what I wanted, really? At first, I had lusted after him, then started caring a lot about him, and now was love the next step for me? I knew, from past experience that, for me, love builds slowly, then all of a sudden, I'm clobbered over the head and turn into a babbling idiot for a few days. Is that what's going to happen next?
My mind was reeling with all of these unanswerable questions. I knew that I hadn't told Eric that I loved him. I couldn't do that until it was a fact, which it still wasn't. I wanted it to happen, and it might. It just hadn't happened yet. Just let things happen, dammit, I told myself.
I tried not to listen to Eric, but couldn't help but pick up a word here and there. I'd heard him say "very important," and "change my life," but, out of context, I could only guess at his meaning. Actually, I didn't really want or need to know.
He finished his call and came to sit in the chair beside me. Sipping his drink, he said "sorry, but these chairs are going to have to go if we're going to spend any time in here. I want to be able to put my arm around you, and it won't work this way."
I smile at him. I could see the changes coming. After almost four years of being "alone" my whole world is going to be turned on its ear by this wonderful guy. I suddenly don't care, in fact, I look forward to it, and am excited by the prospect. I can't help myself. I got up, sat down in his lap, gazed into his eyes, then kissed him with every ounce of emotion I have in me. I truly believe he understands. So much of our communicating today has been unspoken.
We're snapped back to reality by Annie shouting "Get a motel, guys!" then, "dinner's ready."
Dinner was rather boisterous. Everyone wanted to show everyone else how comfortable they were with the situation. It didn't work. It would take a while before the comfort was genuine.
Annie had a date, so Eric and I went back into the den, grabbing a kiss on the way. Thankfully Eric sat across the coffee table from me so that we wouldn't be touching and could look into each other's eyes. "What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Everything that's happened today," I answered. "So much has happened that this poor old brain is having trouble processing everything."
"I know what you mean, and age hasn't anything to do with it. I've been hoping for what happened today for a long time, but when it actually happened, I went into overload."
"Do you think we should slow down?" I seemed compelled to ask.
"No way!" he said, "It took a long time for us to find each other. Now that we have, let's not waste any time second guessing ourselves. I think that everything will fall into place by itself, if we just let it happen. It took me a long time to learn to not "think" everything to death. It's counterproductive."
"You really mean that, don't you?"
"I sure do. It works for me, and I don't want to take any chances on losing you."
"You're smooth, you know, really smooth!" I smiled at him. "I think you could sell me anything. And, I would buy because you made me want to! But, seriously, I don't want to chance anything that might make me lose YOU either. I'd do just about anything to keep that from happening."
Laughing, he said "let's lighten up. In fact, let's go to bed. I just want to hold you, now that I can."
"I'll go say goodnight to Annie, then meet you there, OK?"
With a quick kiss, he was off.
I told Annie goodnight through the door. She was still getting ready.
Eric was already in bed when I got to the bedroom. Only his face and golden shoulders were uncovered, but that was enough to make me think - I'm about to climb into bed with the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Is this fantasy or reality?
I turned out all the lights and opened the drapes. From bed, we could see the lights along the coast. Eric turned to look, and commented "Awesome! You can see everything from here. This is really fantastic!"
I crawled into bed and took him in my arms. He felt so good, warmth just seemed to flow from him. I ran my hand down his chest and grazed his hard dick, then grasped it. "Don't let that fool you," he said. "It'll probably be like that whenever I'm around you, but tonight I just want you to hold me."
I was content with that, but I didn't take my hand away, and hugged him closer to me.
I don't use an alarm clock, and slept much later than usual. It was almost eight when I rolled over and found two deep blue eyes smiling at me. It was reality, I hadn't dreamed the whole thing. He was really there.
"I was getting ready to wake you up," he said.
"I never sleep this late," I told him. "You must be a bad influence on me."
In response he leaned over and kissed me, not passionately, but with the warmth I remembered from yesterday. What a way to start the day!
"No time for play this morning, I have to be at the beach by ten," he said, getting out of bed. "Join me in the shower?"
"I'll be there in a minute when the fog clears."
I watched him cross the room, marveling at the exquisite beauty before me. When I heard the shower door close, I followed. First, I got out a new toothbrush and razor for him, then joined him.
Playfully, he dragged me under the nozzle that was spraying the hardest. That woke me up! I grabbed the soap and started lathering him. When I got to his soft dick, I gave it a lot of extra attention, and it responded.
"Now look what you've done. I'll have that all day." he said, laughing.
While dressing, I asked "What's your schedule today?"
"For a Friday, it's an easy one, I have to be at the beach by ten, but it's a short day, I get off at two, then I have two classes, and then I'm done for the day. Oh yes, I took a chance and took the weekend off. I'm yours for the weekend if you want me." His eyes were twinkling mischevously.
I decided not to take the bait easily. "I have to go in to the office for a while today, and I'm supposed to entertain some visiting government dignitary tonight. If I get busy and really work at it, I think I can cancel a few things and see you a little over the weekend." I told him. He didn't look too pleased. "But," I continued, "I will get somebody to cover for me tonight, and there isn't anything or anybody that could drag me away from you for a minute this weekend. What time can you be here tonight? Oh yes, Annie's going to Tahoe for the weekend. You're not the only one who planned ahead."
"That's better! You had me scared for a minute. Glad you can fit me in!" He giggled. "Should I go get some clothes, or are we going to spend the weekend in bed?"
"Do you want to kill me off already?" I kidded him. "Hell, I haven't even had a chance to put you in my will. Bring some clothes. We'll be eating out. I'm not going to waste time cooking when I can be spending it with you."
At the door, I kissed him goodbye. I would miss him for the few hours we would be separated. For the first time, I noticed that he drove a Jeep with the personalized license plate BCHBUM. I would kid him about that later!
I usually look forward to my trips to the office, but today, I dreaded the six hours of meetings that were scheduled. I'd get Nancy, my assistant to cancel the last one, for sure.
When I arrived, Nancy took one look at me and said "Wow! I haven't seen you look like that in 10 years! What's with you?"
Was I that obvious? I must have been because Nancy wouldn't take my "Nothing" for an answer.
"Give," she said, "You're absolutely glowing. Someone new in your life?"
Oh hell, why fight her. My "yes" would hopefully be enough for her.
"He must be pretty special to make you look like that." She continued. "When do I get to meet him?"
This was too much. Nancy knows that I'm gay, but my personal life is just that, personal. I don't parade my boyfriends at the office, although Tom had been well known around here. Not Eric, though, even though he was a real "Trophy Boyfriend" for an older guy like me. I didn't want anybody drooling over him, male or female, at least not yet.
I just shook my head and went into the conference room.
The first meeting seemed to take forever. Actually, it only lasted an hour and a half, but it seemed interminable. I had trouble concentrating. Visions of Eric kept popping into my mind, and I couldn't get rid of them.
The day ground on, the last meeting of the day was about one of my pet projects so my attention span was a little longer, but by then I was itching to get out of there and get back to Eric.
On the drive home, I suddenly realized that IT might be happening. Eric had been in my thoughts virtually every minute. I had totally lost control. Was this really love or just infatuation? He was a very sweet, caring boy, no, he was definitely a man, but I hardly knew him. Did it really matter? No. I decided to follow Eric's advice and not "think" it to death.
Eric was sitting in his Jeep in the drive when I pulled in. I motioned for him to follow me around the side of the house to the garage. We have a six-car garage with only four stalls in use, so he might as well have one of the spares. I motioned for him to wait while I went into my space then opened a door for him. While he was driving in, I found the remote opener for his door and walked over to give it to him.
"You don't have to keep impressing me," he said, giving me a kiss. "I didn't know this even existed. How big is this place, anyway?"
"You've only seen part of it," I told him. "Only the part that we use most. I'll show you around later."
We walked arm in arm through the garage and down a long "allway to the main part of the house. Along the way, he asked "How was your day?"
"Hell," I told him. He stopped and looked at me, concerned.
"What happened?"
"You weren't there," I smiled at him.
"Oh, is that all?"
"It was pretty important to me!" I shot back.
With that he took me in his strong arms and I no longer cared about being away from him. This moment erased all that.
We got to the den and after taking off my coat and tie, I started to make us a drink.
Eric sat down then said "There are some things that I need to tell you."
"Now?" I asked.
"Yes, while I'm still coherent."
I put our drinks on the table and sat across from him and waited.
"First," he started, "as hard as I tried, I couldn't get you out of my mind all day. That's bad on the job because I have to be alert and focused. I might as well have skipped class because I didn't hear a thing. Maybe, after we spend more time together, this will pass, I hope it does, but, then, I'm thoroughly enjoying it."
I couldn't help but interrupt. "I'm having the same problem. After the newness wears off, I think we'll be able to get back to life as usual. I kind of like the way I'm feeling, too, but it sure raises hell with getting anything done."
"Are you falling in love with me?" he asked. "I've noticed that you haven't said anything."
" I think so," I answered. "I wanted to say something, and now that it's out in the open, I will. I want you to know that I will never lie to you. Saying 'I love you' isn't a statement I'll make unless I truly, totally am 'in love' with you. I know I love you a great deal, but I haven't 'fallen' yet. That may take me a little time. I take a commitment like that very seriously, and I won't make that commitment until I can back it up. It's happening, I think, but I'm not yet comfortable with it. When it happens, you'll be the first to know. Can you live with that?"
"Yes." he smiled. "I'd rather you be honest with me. Too many take love too lightly. I think I have the advantage here. I've known how I felt about you for quite a while, and have gotten used to it. I understand how you feel, and I'm willing to wait until you're ready. In the meantime, though, I want you to know that I'm fully committed."
"Now, on to another subject. Tonight, when I saw your garage, it hit me just how rich you are. I'm not here because of that. I'm here because I want to be with the man you are, not what you have or could do for me. I't hard to describe, but I want to be your equal, your partner. I'll let you pay for some of the things we do together, but I won't accept any gifts or favors. As I told you some time ago, I'm really independent."
"I fully understand," I told him. "And, I really admire your independence. Even though I would love to buy you everything and spoil you rotten, I know that doesn't work in the long run. Maybe someday, but not now. Actually, I hate sycophants and 'yes men'. I don't have a single one on my payroll, and when it comes to a lover, I feel the same way. I want an equal too, someone who is an independent thinker and will stand up for what he believes. You know, if you keep this up, I'm going to be using that 'L' word a lot sooner than I expected."
"One last thing,"" he said, drawing a deep breath. "I fully understand that it takes more than sex to sustain a relationship. What we've experienced together, so far, has been fabulous beyond belief, and, we're only beginning to explore, but it takes a lot more. I want a lot more with you, and I'm willing to work hard to make it happen."
"I know," I answered. "Willingness is the first step. You have it, and so do I. I'm starving, let's go eat somewhere. What do you like?"
This started a discussion about our likes and dislikes. Eric showed that he was adventurous and would try anything. Food, to me, is close behind sex in importance, so I'm delighted to find that he isn't finicky. We settled on a good Mexican restaurant.
After dinner we watched a documentary on Egypt that neither of us had seen, snuggled together on a big sofa. The emotional high I had been on for the past two days was wearing me out, so I suggested bed. Eric readily agreed.
In the bedroom, Eric was undressed in a flash, then came over to me and said "I want to undress you, then I want to make love to you all night." I didn't argue.
He proceeded to take off my clothes slowly, sensuously, touching me lovingly all over. I immediately rose to the occasion. He had been hard almost from the moment he stepped out of his clothes.
In bed, with only the lights from the coast below, he lay on his side, gently caressing me. "I want to learn your body," he told me. "I want to find all of the spots that make you happy." I nodded, already enjoying the treatment I was getting.
He started with my ears, then my forehead, my nose, my lips, my chin, watching my eyes to gauge my reaction. Slowly. To my armpit, then down my arms to my hands and each finger of both hands. Then to my chest where he discovered, with an "Aha!" that my left nipple is far more sensitive than my right one. Down my stomach, then detouring to my thighs, and down each leg to my feet and toes, watching my eyes the whole time. Back up to my balls which he checked out thoroughly, then down between my legs. I moved my legs apart to give him better access. He touched the crack of my ass and fingered the pucker of my hole.
Noting my reaction there, he said "We'll get to that later," and came back to my dick. With his fingertip, he traced every vein, every inch of skin from the base to the tip, always watching for my reaction. React I did. All of this stimulation had my cock throbbing and precum was flowing. I was ready! He wasn't.
"Now that I've found a few of your "hot spots", I think they need a little more attention." he told me, and went back to some of the spots he had noted that I had never before even thought of as super sensitive. Under my chin, my left nipple, of course, and several other spots. I was writhing and groaning. All this time he had moved out of my reach and wouldn't let me touch him. In a way, it was a blessing because I was totally engrossed in what he was doing to me.
When he realized that I was going into sensory overload, he took my dick in his mouth and started that velvet blender again. I was over the top, yelling, in minutes.
As soon as I stopped writhing, he got onto his knees and straddled my hips. He grabbed his huge cock and gave it no more than a few quick jerks and spewed cum all over my stomach, chest and face. I licked up what I could reach, savoring the sweetness of him, looking up at the Greek God who was looking down at me, smiling. That sight almost made me come again.
After a quick cleanup, we lay in each others arms, enjoying the afterglow. After a while, he asked "Do you know how much you turn me on?"
"A little, I guess." I answered, meekly.
"Another minute or two of touching you, and I wouldn't have had to even touch myself. I was that close. That was just the beginning of my education, the first grade."
"I'm not sure I can make it through college, but I'm not going to let you skip any grades" I joked. "And when do I get to start MY education?"
"You got past the first grade yesterday. From here, we can study together," he chuckled. Then seriously, "I got the feeling that you would like me to fuck you."
"Yes, very much," I told him.
"That, to me, is the ultimate commitment, not one I take lightly", he told me very seriously. "That will only happen when we're both ready to make a commitment to each other. And then, I want you to fuck me too."
"I'm not very good at it," I told him.
"Don't worry, we'll make it work."
I had expected a different response when this subject came up, but instead Eric had reassured me, understood me, and, and put my fears to rest. How could I NOT love this guy? In seconds, we were asleep.
I woke closer to my regular time Saturday morning. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and Eric was already awake, propped on his elbow, looking out at the ocean. He heard me move and turned.
"Mornin'," he said with a big smile, moving over to rest his head on my shoulder.
After giving me a few minutes to wake up, he asked "Are you a 'morning' person?"
"Sometimes," I answered.
"Today?"
"Not really, you?"
"Not today, but you can never tell," smiling wickedly.
Time to change the subject. "How about some breakfast?" I asked.
"I love it when I have time. Let me help."
"OK, let's go," I said, jumping out of bed and heading for the bathroom.
When I came out, Eric was holding a tiny pair of black speedos. I sat down on the bed and started laughing.
"What's so funny?" he asked."
"I want to see you get all you've got into that tiny little thing," I said, still laughing.
"It's been done before, just takes a little time and careful placement," he said, mock seriously.
"Want me to help?"
"If you do, I'll have to get out my 'boner shorts', and I want to wear these today."
He got everything in, barely, and the results were spectacular. "If you ever wore those in public, they'd have to build drainage for all the drool," I told him.
After breakfast, we went out to the pool. "Believe it or not, Lifeguards don't get to swim very much," Eric told me. "I'd like to get in a few laps today."
"Go for it," I told him, settling into a lounge chair to get a little sun.
He was a consummate swimmer, gliding through the water hardly splashing. I watched him for a while, then closed my eyes to soak up the sun.
I kind of lost track of time, just daydreaming. Eric startled me by dripping water on my belly. "Asshole," I said as he stretched out on a lounge next to me, giggling.
I turned on my side to look at him. I don't think I'll ever stop marveling at his beauty. He stretched out on his back, and was a beautiful sight to behold. His speedos barely contained him, and I decided to do something about that! I moved my lounge closer to his, and ran my fingers back and forth over the length of his dick. He pretended not to notice, but he hardened nevertheless, his corona starting to peek out of the waistband. I licked my finger and started massaging just under the bottom of the head. This brought a low moan.
By now, those speedos had to be causing pain, so I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and started pulling them down. Eric raised up so that I could get them off. I pulled them down and off of his feet. His dick stood straight up in all its glory.
I leaned over, bracing myself, and took the head into my mouth. I moved around to get comfortable for a good, long suck. Our only contact was my mouth on his dick, I wasn't touching him anyplace else.
I swirled his corona with my tongue and moved down his shaft as my saliva started to flow and provide lubrication. I knew I couldn't possibly take all of him, but I swallowed as much as I could. There were still several inches left when I bottomed out but I didn't use my hand to take up the gap. Mouth to cock contact only. I moved up and down on him, slowly, sucking and tonguing lightly, not teasing, just providing minimum stimulation. This was going to last a long time.
Having a man's cock in my mouth provides a sensation like no other. The paradox of hardness and softness at the same time, combined with the taste, aroma and warmth set my brain spinning. All the senses are stimulated, and all the pleasure receptors in my brain are on red alert. There is no other experience that one can have that comes anywhere near close.
Although I am stimulating Eric, the pleasure is mine. His cock is a perfect fit in my mouth, not so thick as to make my jaws ache, but filling, satisfying. All the sensations are in my mouth, my nose, my tongue, and mostly, my brain. My dick is hard, but that's secondary.
I taste precum, so slow down, with effort. I'm so "into" what I'm doing that it's hard not to lose control and become frenzied. I know he's enjoying my treatment, but I'm going to selfishly use his dick for my pleasure, and I want this to go on forever.
I paid attention to his body. Whenever I sensed tension, I eased up. Once or twice, I almost didn't slow down soon enough, and had to pull off completely to keep him from going over the edge. I lost track of how many times he came to the brink, and finally, when the interval between them shortened, I eased him off the cliff. Although there was no sound, his explosion reverberated in my ears. My mouth filled with his cream, I swallowed, it filled again, I swallowed. I savored the last spurts, exulting in the sweet taste on my tongue. When there was no more, and I could feel him softening, I let him slip out of my mouth and gently let him slide back to his stomach.
"That was incredible," he said.
"It was for me, too," I told him, settling back on my lounge and closing my eyes, content."
There was a long, comfortable silence. Eric understood that I didn't expect or want reciprocation. We dozed.
"David," he said softly, bringing me out of my reverie. "What you just did told me more than words ever could." He didn't elaborate. He didn't have to. I knew exactly what he meant, and I felt it too.
We spent the rest of the day hardly moving, talking easily.
I learned a lot more about Eric, his family, his friends, his life.
He wasn't really "out", publicly. His family and a few friends were the only ones that he had felt it necessary to tell. At the beach, he felt that a couple of his fellow Lifeguards suspected, but it had never been an issue. Thankfully, he had never experienced rejection because of his sexuality.
We both had a good laugh when I told him about the horror that my family had shown when they learned about me, treating me like I had a contagious disease, but expressing their belief that it was a "phase" that I would grow out of.
"And for the record," he told me, "I'm tested every month for HIV, as part of my job, and I'm negative."
"So am I," I told him.
Our easy conversation ranged widely, giving each of us insight into the other's likes, dislikes, experiences, preferences and pet peeves.
The day passed quickly. It was time to eat again. Sex and food, the two most important things in life.
Being too relaxed to dress and go out, we ordered in. A shower refreshed us, and we ate voraciously.
We decided on watching a movie, and went into the family room where there is a big screen TV. Eric chose a comedy, and we watched it entangled on a big sofa.
When it was over, it was still too early for bed, so Eric suggested we use the Hot Tub for a while. That sounded good to me. I asked him if he wanted some wine, and hesitantly asked him if he "smoked".
"Only very rarely," he said. "We're drug tested every six months or so. We were just tested, so it should be safe."
Eric went ahead to pull off the cover and I detoured to open up a good bottle of red, get glasses, the pipe, and some towels.
When I got there, he was undressed, waiting for me. We arranged the stuff I was carrying, I pulled off my clothes and we got in.
I'd had the tub modified so that you could turn on only jets of circulating water, no bubbles and no noise. The temperature was warm, but not hot so that you could spend more time without cooking.
We settled together on a bench in front of a battery of jets. Eric put his arm around me as the currents sensuousy washed our bodies. We stretched luxuriantly, his hip and leg against mine.
After a while, Eric poured us wine, and I loaded the pipe. I took a puff and handed it to him. He dragged slowly, then as he exhaled, said "I'm sure you know that this'll make me horny as hell."
"I thought you might need a little help," I told him, laughing, "I'm a lightweight. Only two or three puffs is all I can handle, then, I never know what my reaction will be. Either I get real quiet, or you can't shut me up, and I want to eat everything I can get my hands on. Getting horny, for me, is an understatement."
A couple more hits and I was as buzzed as I wanted to be. The water felt so good and Eric's presence seemed to fill me. I swam in contentment.
I kissed him on the lips, not urgently, but with the love I was beginning to feel. I felt a shiver run through my body, like an light electric jolt, leaving me tingling.
Eric pulled me on top of him. Our chests were rubbing together, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me. It felt so good. HE felt so good.
I moved to sit beside him, then reached over to take his hard dick in my hand. I didn't stroke him, just explored with my fingers. He took me in his hand and just held me, occasionally squeezing gently.
"You've got the most beautiful dick I've ever had my hands on," I told him. "How big is it, anyway?"
"About nine," he said, adding "and it's all yours from now on."
I squeezed him possessively.
"We'd better get out of here before we turn into prunes," I told him. "I've got the munchies something terrible, too."
After drying off, we headed for the kitchen where we both loaded up with anything we could find.
In the bedroom, we sat cross-legged on the bed and ate.
"I'm not through with you, yet," Eric said between mouthfuls. I nodded.
When we finished eating, he asked me to just lie there while he took the plates back to the kitchen. He lay down beside me and started toying with my already rising dick. I took his in my hand and started rubbing up and down on it. "Will you show me how you jack off?" he asked. "That will tell me a lot more about what you like."
"OK, but only if you let me stroke you while I'm doing it," I told him.
"That might be interesting."
I got the lube and had him squeeze some onto both of my hands. I took his dick in one hand and my own in the other and started stroking the long slow strokes that I liked, giving extra attention to the heads as I came upward. He watched me intently but didn't try to assist as I varied the stroke a little to add more sensation. It was confusing for me. I was still a little buzzed and was getting terribly turned-on by having his dick in my hand and at the same time feeling the stirrings in my own balls.
He came first, shooting all over my stomach and chest. Watching him erupt did it for me, and my load joined his.
"Hold still, I'm going to clean you up," he said leaning over and licking up the puddles of cum. "Ummm good!" he said as he finished cleaning up my chest. All I could do was watch, and get hard again.
"Want a blowjob?" he asked, noting my condition.
"Can I have a raincheck?"
"Hundreds," he said, "It's a renewable resource, you know."
Sunday was spent much the same as Saturday, but without lovemaking by the pool. All we seemed to need was each other. Eric swam a lot, and we read the Sunday paper.
With no enthusiasm whatever, we faced the reality that the next day we had to get back to the real world. Life's a bitch, we agreed.
Eric had a heavy schedule for the next week, long hours and tests at school. He didn't know when he could see me, but agreed to keep in touch, and hopefully he could come some nights. I gave him a tiny cell phone, as a "loan" to use, telling him that I selfishly wanted to be in constant contact with him. He had the garage remote, so he could let himself in whenever he wanted.
For dinner, I suggested a gay-friendly steak house up the coast. Laughingly he said he liked "meat" even if it was on a plate.
We took my little two seater for the ride up the coast, Eric driving, my hand on his thigh. Once there, we had to wait for a table, so went into the bar. As we walked through, I think every eye in the house was on Eric. His chinos and sportshirt showed his body to perfection without being ostentatious.
We ordered drinks, and I put my hand over his on the bar. He jerked it away, startled, then put it back, over mine. "I've never been in a 'gay' place before," he told me. "Sorry about that."
"You've never been to a gay bar?" I asked.
"No."
"You'll have to let me take you to one so I can show you off," I told him. "Interested?"
"Sounds like fun," he answered. "Understand something, though, I'd be proud to be seen with you anyplace, gay, straight or otherwise."
My buttons were about to burst with pride. "If you want a sample of the reception you'll get, look around. Every eye in the place is on you."
"I will, when we go out," he said. "I do get a little attention at the beach too, you know."
"I can well imagine!"
"But I'll never forget who I belong to," he reassured me.
We took our time over dinner. Talking, but spending a lot of time just looking into each others' eyes.
It was getting late when we got home. There was a note from Annie stating that she was beat and had already turned in. We decided to do the same.
In bed, we snuggled. "Want to use a raincheck?" Eric asked.
"Maybe later," I told him. "I want you, first."
Except for a few pats and gropes, we hadn't touched each other all day. I was anxious to get my hands, and mouth, on him. Before I could get into position, Eric turned around, and we were both dick-to-face.
Resisting the urge to swallow him, I started licking his wonderful dick, around the head, under the head and down the sides of his shaft, then back to running my tongue around the rim of his corona, savoring the taste and other sensations.
Eric had other ideas. He took my whole dick into his mouth and just held it there, allowing me to feel his warmth. I decided to follow suit, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth and just holding him there. I grasped the base of his cock, those inches I couldn't get into my mouth, so that I had him totally enveloped.
I could feel his mouth and tongue tightening up around me, and the light suction that he was creating. I tightened my mouth and grip around him, too, not moving, just enjoying the fullness I was feeling.
Eric started to move up and down my shaft, very slowly, letting the friction of his cheeks and tongue provide stimulation. I followed his lead and moved my mouth and hand slowly back and forth on his shaft.
He sped up a little. I sped up a little. He slowed down. I slowed down, mirroring his actions. He varied the pace and I followed.
After many minutes of this, Eric took his mouth off of me. "Time for a break," he said. "I'm getting real close, and this is too good to hurry."
Reluctantly, I let his dick out of my mouth in agreement. "I'm getting there, too," I told him.
"I love you," he said softly. "I love having your dick in my mouth, and your mouth on mine. I want to make love to you, but, at the same time, I just want to swallow you up!"
I moved around so that I could kiss him. It started tenderly then grew in passion as our tongues intertwined. Our hard dicks were being ignored for the moment, but not forgotten.
Eric broke the kiss and moved back to my dick. I gladly followed.
We started slowly, but the pace quickened. I had trouble concentrating. The feelings that his mouth and tongue were causing and the thrill I was getting from having him in my own mouth were splitting my brain. My mouth prevailed, and I began using my tongue more agressively, and reached around to play with his balls with my hand. Giving him pleasure was foremost in my mind.
I felt his balls tighten, and intensified my efforts on his dick. Eric tensed, then shot a wonderful stream of warm cum into my mouth. I swallowed, savoring the taste of him.
While he was cumming, he eased off on my dick, but as soon as he stopped shooting, he really went to work on me, shoving me over the edge.
For the fourth night in a row, we fell asleep in each others arms.
Coming out of the shower, Eric asked "What's all that noise?" Sounds were coming from the kitchen and a lawnmower could be heard outside.
"It's Monday, and things are getting back to normal," I told him. "Mary and her husband Sam take care of us. She takes care of the house and he takes care of the yard. They've been on vacation for the past two weeks, but it sounds like they're back with a vengeance."
"You'll have to watch out for Mary," I continued. "She's a 'Mother Hen' and will smother you if you give her half a chance. She really means well. You'll grow to love both of them."
I went out to the kitchen to get coffee while Eric was dressing.
When Mary saw me pouring two cups, her eyebrows shot up and she asked "Is there something I need to know about?"
Before I could answer, Eric came in. "Mary," I said, "this is Eric. I think you're going to be seeing a lot of him around here."
Mary unabashedly looked Eric over from head to toe, nodding, then smiling. Eric, in his lifeguard uniform of shorts and t-shirt evidently passed inspection.
"Nice to meet you, Eric," Mary said, then returning to her duties, said "Do you guys want breakfast?"
"Wish I could, but I don't have time," Eric told her.
We drank our coffee then I escorted Eric to his Jeep. He kissed me goodbye and promised to call and let me know when he'd be back.
I watched him go, then returned to the kitchen for more coffee.
"That boy's a real looker," Mary commented, "got anything between those pretty ears?"
"Yes, a real brain," I told her, "and a personality, and a sense of humor, and he loves me."
"Do you love him?" she asked.
"I love him a great deal," I said, "but I'm not 'in love' with him yet. Give me a little time, and that'll happen too."
"Sooner than you think, you look like you're already smitten. You need somebody. It's been four years since Tom left, and I worry about you. Looks like I can stop worrying, now. I guess I should take more vacations!"
I headed for the den to do a little work, hoping that I could concentrate on something other than Eric.
The Fax machine was spitting out reports and messages that needed my attention. I decided that the only way I could get Eric out of my thoughts was to dive into work. A lot had piled up over the last few days, and I really needed to get to it.
I managed to concentrate and was really getting a lot of work done when the phone rang. It was Bill from the office, my second in command.
"We have a major problem," he told me. "That old fucker from North Carolina is at it again."
It must be serious. Bill never swore, and he sounded furious at the super-conservative Senior Senator from North Carolina. "What now?" I asked.
"Seems he got one of his buddies in the House to add a rider to the Defense Spending Bill that would halt renewal of our engine housing contract."
"Can they do that?" I asked.
"Maybe, maybe not, but they can sure make life miserable for us. We've gotta work fast on this one and nip it in the bud."
"What's the plan?"
Bill was warming to the challenge. "First, we have to get the primary contractor into this with us. That means a trip to Hartford. You're cozy with that bunch, so I think you ought to do it yourself. I'll go along for moral support. Then," he continued, "we need to make an assault on Washington, and get all of California's Congressmen to raise hell."
"Knowing you," I added dryly, "the reservations are already made."
"That's right. We leave at 6:00 tomorrow morning. Are you with me?"
"Of course." Then added "Can you handle all of the appointments and everything, then fill me in on the plane tomorrow?"
"Yes, and I already have an advance team that's going to Washington tomorrow while we're in Hartford. They'll get things set up for us there."
"I'll see you at 6:00 in the morning, then."
I leaned back to think. My first reaction was that I did NOT want to go on this trip. I wanted to be with Eric. Timing. Why did this have to happen now?
A little more thought, and I realized that this might be a blessing in disguise. Eric and I had been at it hot and heavy for almost the last week, and this forced separation might give me the opportunity to stand back and look at our situation a little more clearly, something I couldn't do when Eric was around.
I knew that I could never willingly have walked away from Eric, even for a day, but this situation was not of my choosing or doing. Maybe it would be best in the long run.
I thought about calling Eric to tell him the news. I hadn't intended to use the phone I gave him except in an emergency. I didn't want him to feel like it was my "leash" on him. But, I guess, this qualified, so I had better use it.
His sexy, throaty "Hello" after one ring gave me goosebumps.
"Hi there," I said. "What's up?"
"Nothing 'til now," he snickered. "Do you really want to know?"
Changing the subject, I told him "I'm afraid I have some bad news. I have to leave town for a few days."
"Business? For how long?" he asked.
"Yes. I have to leave in the morning, but, hopefully, I'll be back by Friday."
"Can I come over tonight?" he asked.
"I certainly hope so. What time can you be here?"
"Around six."
"Sounds good, see you then." I answered.
"I love you," he said, and clicked off before I could answer.
------- To be continued.
Author's Note: These stories are my first attempt at fiction. I would appreciate your comments, criticism, suggestions, and anything else that you would care to say. All Email will be answered. Contact me at: orrinrush@yahoo.com