The Lifeguard

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of homosexual acts, go somewhere else.

Copyright c 2002 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.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of the characters to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence and not intended. They are all products of the author's imagination.

THE LIFEGUARD

Chapter 64

The Senator welcomed us warmly, saying that she'd read about Annie's engagement in the paper the day before. "Such a handsome couple," she commented.

From there, she went directly to the problem. "We've learned a lot," she said, "but far from everything."

"The order to file the objection to your project did NOT come through regular channels. The best we can find out is that it was a local decision made by the Commander of the Sunnyvale Base on his own. We don't believe that, and we can't find out who gave him the order because the Commander won't talk.

"Even though we offered him immunity from prosecution, he still won't talk, so he's facing Contempt of Congress charges, and the Army has removed him from his post and is planning a Court Martial for insubordination."

"What will that accomplish?" Eric asked.

"The Commander has been removed from his post," she said, "and his replacement has been given orders from the highest level of the Army to withdraw the objection immediately. That will open the way for you to go forward, and once the objection is formally withdrawn, it cannot be reinstated.

"Before I got involved in this," she continued, "I talked with the City and County Officials, and they assured me that once that obstacle was removed, their approval would be a formality. They want and NEED your project."

"Will that be the end of it?" I asked.

"From your standpoint, probably," she said. "However, the whole thing stinks to me, and I'm not going to let up until I find out what's really going on. The Army wants to know too.

"This whole thing looks to me like a blatant abuse of power targeting you. That isn't tolerable. The Sunnyvale Commander wouldn't have any reason to do this on his own. Somebody would have to have given him the order and I intend to find out who did it and why. Do you know of anyone in government who would be that vindictive?"

"The only person I can think of is the Senior Senator from North Carolina," I said.

"Has he ever done anything in the past that would indicate he would do more than grouse about your personal life?" she asked.

"Quite a few things," I said. "When Metalco was a major defense contractor, he did everything in his power to see that no contracts were awarded to us, and he was very open about his objections. We know for a fact that he gave copies of our bids to other contractors so that we could be underbid."

She just shook her head, not commenting.

"On three occasions," I continued, "my personal security clearance has been revoked for no reason, at his request, which would mean that I couldn't set foot in my own factories. I got it back, fortunately, but it was an ordeal every time.

"His most recent attack was three years ago when he attempted to cut funding for an aircraft part that we are building as a subcontractor, the last job we have for the government, and the last one we'll ever bid on."

"I cannot believe that anyone could be that mean spirited!" she said. "What could possibly make him do things like that?"

"One possibility," I told her, "is an incident that happened about two years ago. The York Hotel chain leased a lot of hotels from us. They were a Southern, 'Christian' outfit. We learned that they were openly discriminating against homosexuals, and when York refused to change their practices, we threw them out which caused the whole company to collapse. It wouldn't surprise me if they weren't strong supporters of the Senator."

"I commend you," she said quietly. "I had no idea you were even involved. You've given me a lot of information that's going to help get to the bottom of this thing, and I thank you."

"We're the ones who should be thanking you," Eric said. "You listened to us, and did something about it."

"I will NOT allow politicians from other states to meddle in the local affairs of MY state," she said, her eyes flashing, "particularly when bigotry and personal revenge are involved."

"Well, we got around the old bastard again," Eric observed.

"I'll betcha that's the last anybody'll hear about it," I chuckled. "Lots of big talk, but when it comes right down to it, nobody's got the balls to stand up to him. He's just too damned powerful. At least WE got what we wanted."

"Damn, it'd sure be nice if the old fart would only retire."

"Never happen, he'll die in office," I predicted.

"Even though she was only doing her job," Eric laughed, "I think we should throw a few bucks OUR Senator's way when the next election rolls around."

"Absolutely. What she did is worth a lot to us, even if it was all unnecessary."

What the Senator had told us was in confidence, so we couldn't let on that the issue was settled and the local officials were planning to approve the project. So, we had to wait until everything was official before moving forward. Of course we told Tina and Annie, and Dean so that they could relax a little.

We'd only been gone a week, but a lot had happened. It seemed like everyone wanted to see us, preferably together. I took the whole pile of requests out to Carol and asked her to schedule meetings, a half hour each, with Hal at the top. We'd never gotten around to him before we left.

I abandoned my desk for the conversation area of my office so it wouldn't seem so formal, and Eric sat across from me so we wouldn't be distracted.

We were both apologetic when Hal came in. He just laughed it off, "I don't know how you guys keep up with everything, anyway," he said. "I just plug along."

"With men like you running things, we don't worry," Eric said, and Hal actually blushed.

"What I wanted to talk to you about is John who's in Colorado now," Hal said. "He hasn't found anything major yet, but he says he 'smells' something and would like you guys to come over and take a look."

"Any idea what?" I asked.

"He hasn't mentioned anything specific," Hal said.

"Is there a rail line into that area?" Eric asked.

"I saw one when I was over there," Hal told him. "It's way up in the Rockies."

The subject got changed to the other mining operations. Lovebird was spitting out ore with no end in sight, and the copper mine had cleared it's last environmental hurdle.

Bill had two items on his agenda: Begging Eric to find him someone for Rush Properties, and his concern about the delays at the plastics plant in Houston.

"We're getting along fine at Rush Properties," he said, "but we're stagnating. Without a 'head', they run to me for every decision. We need another Annie!"

"Give me two weeks," Eric said. "We'll never find another Annie, but I'll find you somebody who can handle the job."

"After the ass kicking you gave the Contractor, Dave, I think he'll get the buildings done pretty close to schedule, but my question is whether we can get all the equipment set up, checked out, and running by the time our old suppliers cut us off."

"Will any of them cut us a little slack?" I asked.

"Some will, but at a price," he said.

"It's a one-time thing, and we may have to go for it," I told him. "We don't have to like it, but we can't let a whole bunch of other plants shut down."

The last appointment of the day was with Ron and Jason. I knew what that'd be about.

They brought along a surprise, however. Her name was Peggy.

"This lady knows what it's all about," Ron said after introductions. "We did want her to meet the men who are all of our REAL bosses, though."

"I can even get along with all THESE guys," Peggy giggled.

"That's no mean feat in itself," I said, laughing. "At the risk of telling you things that Ron and Jason already have, I'll tell you what our priorities are. Since Eric and I own the company, we come first. We never know when we're going someplace or where. We usually travel together, but not all the time.

"Next in priority is a lady in New York by the name of Sarah Thornton. You'll be hearing from her in the next few days to come get her in Paris. Drop everything and run. Usually, though, she gives you lots of advance warning."

"Should we use any particular plane?" Peggy asked.

"I've gotten used to one of the Gulfstreams," I told her. "I'd prefer them, but if they're busy, any will do except for trans-continental or overseas flights."

"Any others who have priority?" she asked.

"Not really," I said. "On occasion, Eric or I may request that you fly some of our friends someplace. That doesn't happen often, but we'd like you to do your best. In case you haven't heard, that's why your predecessor got fired - for refusing to make the effort."

"One more thing," I continued, "until they get too old and senile, we'd like to have Ron and Jason be our pilots. They should be able to handle it for at least another year or so."

"Oh? Do they have physical impairments?" Peggy asked.

"Too many to detail," I said sadly.

Ron was chuckling quietly, Jason was glaring at me, and Eric was choking trying to keep from laughing.

Jason exploded. "That's a damned lie and you know it, asshole!" he spat, and we all cracked up laughing.

Poor Peggy looked genuinely alarmed which made the rest of us laugh harder. When I could, I explained that the four of us were "almost family", and she settled down.

"First she finds out that we're all queer, then you start spreading the rumor that I'm about to fall apart..." Jason wailed, and we all started laughing again.

"Do you have a problem with that?" I asked Peggy.

"What?"

"The fact that all our pilots are gay," I answered.

"Not at all," she giggled. "My husband prefers it that way."

"Whoa... What's happening here?" Eric asked as soon as I stopped shuddering from the cataclysmic orgasm I'd just experienced.

I still hadn't regained full consciousness from the blow-job of the century. "Whaaa?" I asked.

"Take a few more minutes," he said, holding me tight in his arms.

"I'm OK," I finally said.

"Do you know what you just did?" he asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Not really," I answered. "It sure felt good, though."

"It's not the first time, either, it started a couple of weeks ago."

"For Christ's sake, tell me what!" I begged.

"All of a sudden, you're having the longest and most intense orgasms I've ever seen you have."

"Oh, you finally noticed, huh?" I kidded him.

"At first, I thought it was a one-time thing, but it's happening every time now. At first, it kind of scared me."

"You haven't had your dick up my butt when it happened yet, have you? When that happens, or the other way around, you'll sure know it! Don't worry, you'll catch up, I can promise you that."

"When? I'm ready now!" he giggled.

"Take your time, don't try to force it, it'll happen in it's own time. Who knows, maybe right now," I said, stroking his hard-again beauty.

I scooted into position so that I could swallow every one of those nine wonderful inches and proceeded to do so. Oh good, this would take a while and I'd get to thoroughly enjoy it.

He was on a hair trigger like he'd been a few minutes earlier. Yippee, I thought, maybe thirds! I used all of my prolonging techniques, but he slipped past me over the edge. I could tell that the intensity was greater, but it didn't last much longer than his usual, already long orgasms.

This time, he totally wilted. "Want more?" I asked.

"That's all I can stand!" he groaned. "I can't believe what you do to me!"

"Making love to you is my greatest pleasure in life," I told him.

We didn't discuss whether or not he'd reached a new plateau.

After two weeks, Spence and the boys were ready to come home. They stopped by the office on their way home from the airport. "We saw everything there was to see," Spence gushed, "and rode every ride about a hundred times. It was so wonderful not to have to worry about a thing!"

"At least you got out of your room once in a while!" Eric cracked.

"There's twenty four hours in a day," Spence leered. "We used every single one of them!"

It was agreed that they would feel safe without bodyguards, so they went home alone. I knew that Alex and Ricky would be checking on them.

Since we expected to receive approval on the Silicon Valley project any day, Eric wanted to talk about actually building all the houses ourselves.

"I don't know a damned thing about building a house, but after spending a few hours with Rick, I know a tiny bit more," he said.

"What'd you guys come up with?"

"There are only three or four builders in California that have the capability of building 2,500 houses a year for the next twenty years, and none of them are for sale. I'm not so sure we'd want any of them anyway. Most of the large ones are pretty shaky financially, which tells me something about their management."

"Start from scratch?" I asked.

"Yep, but really using some of the construction techniques that everybody gives lip service to. My God, you wouldn't believe all the ideas Rick's got!"

"He's one sharp fellow."

"If we follow our original idea of ALL custom houses, not stamped out with a cookie cutter, we'll have to use an assembly-line process if we plan to keep them affordable. Rick's got ideas on how all that can be accomplished."

"How can you use an assembly line to turn out different products?" I asked.

"It's not so much product as function. Divide it up. At the architectural level, one guy, or team, would create basic design and layout, suited to the site. Another team structural, another electrical, another mechanical, and so on. Same thing for construction, specialists performing one function then moving on to the next house.

"The critical part that'll make this whole concept work or fail is management's ability to keep the proper materials and supplies delivered to each building site at the right time."

"Sounds to me like you'd be doing the same thing Metalco is, only out in the field," I commented.

"We could save a bundle on materials by buying in quantity, and a lot of other economies of scale."

"Can we make any money?" my usual question.

"Rick and I estimate that we'd at least double, maybe triple, the per-lot net over selling them off as bare lots."

"How involved is Rick willing to get?"

"I don't know, let's ask him," Eric said.

"Before we get too far along, I think we should get the opinions of our other two partners."

"Absolutely. If you're ready, I'll go find them right now and we can see which way they want to go, or at least something to think about."

It was midmorning when Tina and Annie came in. Eric did the majority of the talking, being the most informed. We are a very close family, but when it comes to dollars, everybody asks a lot of pointed questions. There were a lot of those that day.

By late afternoon, it was pretty much settled, subject to further study. Everybody had jobs to do. Poor Eric had volunteered for the majority of them and if the final decision was a "Yes", he'd take primary responsibility for the whole thing.

We'd even come up with a name for the project, "Coast Hills" because the name "Silicon Valley Project" was too cumbersome.

While we were all together, I asked about the changes we could expect after Annie's marriage.

"We've been working on that for over a month," Tina said.

"We haven't really decided what we're going to do, where we're going to live, or any of that stuff," Annie said, "so Tina and I are trying to cover all the possibilities."

"As you know, selling excess property is my main responsibility. When it's all sold, I'm out of a job, and we're 75% there now. And, just about all the work, except for decisions, has been delegated anyway," Tina said.

"About 60% of my duties have already been delegated," Annie reported. "If we go ahead with building, we'll set up a new organization for that, and that'll report to Eric."

"I'm in the process of learning everything that Annie does," Tina said, "and she's learning everything that I do, so we can step in for each other. Either one or both of us will be able to handle everything we've got right now."

"Hell, you won't even miss me!" Annie wailed.

Everybody rose up and contradicted THAT!

"It's not that I don't have enough to do," Annie said, "but I will train the next manager you get for Rush Properties."

I was amazed. These kids, and yes, they were kids, had taken the initiative and started making the necessary changes called for by the changes our lives were taking.

"Don't you think you've bitten off an awful lot?" I asked Eric that evening.

"I don't think so," he said. "To tell the truth, I'm so excited about all of this that it's all I can think about."

"Just promise me you'll get all the help you need."

"I will, hell, I have to! I don't know anything about this business. Rick is the key, though."

"We both have a lot to learn. We'll both have to learn how not to get bogged down in all the details."

"A certain amount of detail is necessary, mostly making sure that all the details are taken care of, but you're right. If you try to check on everything yourself, you'll lose sight of the big picture. We do have to talk to Rick as soon as we can, though."

"Would you set it up?" I asked.

Rick was usually a pretty quiet guy, but get him talking about something he's interested in, and that sure changes.

Eric told him about the conversation he and I'd had, and the meeting with the girls, which he'd no doubt heard about from Tina.

"I'm not surprised at all by your decision," he said. "There's a lot of money to be made, but there's just as many headaches. The most important thing is that you'd maintain control over the product."

I decided to jump right in. "How involved would you like to get in all this?" I asked him.

"Really?"

"It's up to you," I told him. "A little or a lot."

"What I'd really like to do is set up an assembly line for the architectural work, then work with Eric. I understand he's going to run the project."

Eric was beaming and I was delighted myself. "Do you realize that this is a 20 year project?"

"It'll never take that long. I'd be surprised if it takes even ten unless the whole computer industry falls apart. If you build the kind of houses that Eric was talking about, they'll sell as fast as you can put them up."

"If you're willing, you've certainly got a deal," Eric said. "Nobody's discussed compensation, but I'm sure we can work something out."

"When do we start?" Rick asked.

Eric was ready. "We should be getting word anytime that the Army's objection has been lifted, then, if the County hasn't been sitting on their thumb, they should be ready to give tentative approval real fast. Hell, why am I telling you all this?"

"Every County works differently," Rick said. "In my opinion, we should be ready to start grading the minute we get approval, and ready to start building the minute we can. Do YOU realize that we have to start and complete ten houses a day, every day at just the 20 year pace?"

"Best get our asses in gear," Eric laughed.

"One more question," Rick asked. "Where does Dean, your 'Developer', fit in?"

"I'm not sure," Eric said, thinking. "Maybe I'd better talk to him."

"Let me know when you can. I sure don't want to step on any toes."

Before leaving, Rick came over to me. "This is an opportunity that most Architects would kill for," he told me. "I hope I'm getting it because of my ability rather than family connections."

"I've seen what you've done, and you wouldn't have been asked if I didn't feel that you were capable. Good luck and have some fun in the process."

When we told Dean that we were seriously considering building out Coast Hills ourselves, he was confused. "I'm sorry to tell you, but I'm just not qualified to oversee a project like that. All my experience is with big construction, mostly high-rise. I've never had any experience with houses."

"Don't worry," I told him, "that's covered. You just continue developing land, and if it's houses, we'll build 'em, or at least we'll give it a damned good try."

Eric spent almost every waking hour with Rick. It got so bad that I kidded them that Tina was moving back with me and Eric could move in with Rick.

When the Army finally withdrew their objection, it was only a matter of days before the County gave us tentative approval. Now, we had a timetable - and Eric and Rick had separate duties. Eric's responsibility was implementing all of the meticulous plans the two of them had made. Although he'd long ago started on house plans, Rick's push to have several hundred ready to go was on.

It was frantic on all fronts, so we skipped the monthly meeting.

Annie was now immersed in her own wedding. She and Sarah were just about commuting across the Atlantic.

A couple of weeks of this chaos got to me. "Enough!" I told Eric. "We both need to get away for a few days."

"You'll have to give me a direct order," Eric giggled, "I've never had so much fun in my life!"

"Then, it's an order. We're leaving Friday morning and coming back Tuesday."

"Where are we going?"

"How does the lake house sound? Just you, me and Jacques. Cell phones stay at home, and the phone there gets unplugged," I said.

"I won't know how to act - without 50 things going on at once. Hell, I've become worse than you ever were!"

He came over and put his arms around me. "It would be nice," he admitted. "I love you," he said simply.

Jacques had never been to the Lake House. Evidently he expected a rather primitive place because he started out packing everything but the proverbial kitchen sink. When I mentioned that all this stuff had to be carried to the car then into the house, he cut way back.

Jason took one of the new pilots along to familiarize him with the short runway. It was pretty tricky landing even our smallest plane between the trees.

The house seemed quiet with just the three of us, but the serenity was definitely welcome. We wandered around and spent most of the day just sunning on the deck.

After dinner, we had a couple of glasses of wine then hit the hot tub as it got dark. Jacques offered us massages and we accepted. My poor baby was asleep after Jacques gave him about four strokes down his back.

In the morning, the lake was like glass. "Wanna go skiing?" Eric asked.

"Sure, but we'll have to talk Jacques into being observer. I wonder if he skis," I said.

Jacques didn't know how to water ski, and wasn't interested in learning how. He was happy to just be observer.

Eric and I got the boat out. I was amazed that it started right up. The last time we'd used it was almost 3 years ago, but, I guess the caretaker maintained it.

We all piled in and headed straight for the marina to gas up. It was a summer Saturday and pretty busy. While we were waiting, Eric started talking to a red-headed kid who looked to be about 15 or 16 years old. Eric brought him over and introduced Lyle to Jacques and me.

Lyle was fascinated by our boat. I wasn't aware that it was anything special, but evidently it was. "Throws the flattest wake of any ski boat ever built," he said, "the best boat to ski behind there is."

It was obvious that he was angling for an invitation to take a ride. I glanced at Eric who was grinning and nodding, so I invited him to join us. He was ready, had his own slalom ski right there.

Lyle went on to tell us that the only boat like this that he'd ever seen belonged to some mysterious people who had a house up the shore inside the park. Eric asked about "those people", and Lyle told him all the local stories about them. Most of the local rumors were totally outlandish, but the attempted massacre by "Drug Lords" hit pretty close to home.

When we got back to the dock in front of the house, Lyle started apologizing. "I didn't know that's who you were! You just seemed like regular guys."

"We are," Eric told him. "Relax."

We all took rides. The water was warm and the lake stayed calm. When the three of us had had our turn, Eric turned to Jacques. "Your turn, big guy," he said, grinning. Jacques protested but Eric was persistant.

Eric got in the water with Jacques to hold him steady for takeoff. Evidently there was too much crotch to butt contact because when Jacques rose out of the water, he was sporting a full-fledged boner.

"Look at that!" Lyle, who was observer, shouted. "That guy must really be turned on!"

Jacques didn't go too far then took a spectacular header. "Ouch!" Lyle said, "bet that hurt like hell!"

We circled to pick Jacques up. He didn't want to make another try, so we hauled him in. Jacques was OK. "See, nothing's broke," he laughed, wagging his still hard dick.

Boners are contagious. I noticed that Lyle had a helluva bulge, and I was starting to move around in my shorts.

When we got back to the dock, Jacques didn't make any attempt to hide his protrusion. By now, I had one too, and Lyle wouldn't stand up. Eric started laughing at both of us. "Need some help there fellas?" he giggled.

"Sure," I laughed. Jacques just stared at him.

Eric stood and it was very obvious that he'd joined the club. I heard a groan from the boat where Lyle was still sitting.

I didn't want the situation to get out of control, so I suggested we take another turn. "You've got three now, so you don't need me," Jacques said.

"Yeah, I know you've got more urgent matters to attend to," Eric said, leering at Jaques' crotch.

Eric went first, hardon and all. Lyle was transfixed. We all took long rides - which I knew I would regret the next day.

We took Lyle back to the marina then went home. "You sure gave that kid a lot of jack-off fantasies," I told Eric.

"He's a cute kid," he chuckled. "Even if I was single and horny, I still wouldn't touch him. They've got laws..."

"Speaking of horny..." I said, wrapping my hand around his still hard pole. "Have you been like this all day?"

"I guess. It's comfortable and I forgot about it. I'm saving it for tonight, though."

My back and legs were stiffening up, so I jumped in the hot tub. Eric sat on the deck and talked to me. When I got out, we stretched out on lounge chairs and promptly fell asleep.

I awoke to the softest pair of lips that had ever been on mine. "Thank you," he murmured. "We both needed this and you were the only one who could see it."

Crushing him to me, I tried to wake up and digest what he'd said.

"Let's take a shower and get dressed. Whatever Jacques is cooking sure smells good."

I grinned and lay there looking at him. God he was just so damned lovable. When the fog had mostly cleared, I nodded and got up.

The warm shower brought me back gradually. All I could think about were those lips. I never thought I'd have the capacity or willingness to love anyone like I did that wonderful man.

We dressed for dinner, both putting on long pants and shirts. That's the least respect we could show Jacques.

Two places were set at the table. I dug through the cupboards until I found everything for the third.

Jacques protested, saying that it "just wasn't right". I didn't argue with him. I asserted my authority instead, sitting him down, sitting down myself, and giving him a lecture.

It was short and to the point. I told him that if anyone was a part of our "family" it was him. He took care of both of us like we'd never been taken care of before, and we WANTED him to join us. Case closed.

I knew that he was pleased with what I said, but he was still a little uncomfortable during dinner.

"You're the only one who could've pulled that off," Eric commented later.

"What do you mean?"

"Even though I pay Jacques' salary, if I'd asked him to eat with us, he would've ignored me. He considers you the ultimate authority figure."

"Well, I am, you know," I said laughing.

"Except for me, you really are."

"Bullshit!"

"No, really you are. I don't know what it is, but you have a 'presence' that makes people want to follow you. I see it everyplace we go."

"Do YOU want to follow me?" I asked, not believing a word of all this.

"Most of the time, yes. When what you say makes sense," he grinned. "When I don't agree, I let you know, though."

"God, I hope so. You're telling me I have Svengali-like powers that I don't even know about. I still don't believe it."

"Don't get the idea that it's bad," Eric said seriously. "You're a leader, the strong one everyone looks to for guidance. I certainly don't call that bad!"

"Let's change the subject. You're making me nervous."

"Just remember," he said, "that's one of the reasons why I love you as much as I do."

I promised myself that I'd forget this conversation. In a way, what Eric said scared me. I didn't want the responsibility, and I certainly didn't want to find myself "using" this power that he attributed to me.

Jacques had a fire going in the fireplace. We changed into sweats and I asked him to join us. He surprised us both by putting on sweats himself and sitting on one of the huge sofas.

Eric got him started telling us about his experiences aboard the cruise ship. Jacques was a great storyteller and kept us enthralled. Most were hilarious and we all laughed a lot.

Eventually he excused himself and went to bed. We were silent for a few minutes lying there. Eric's dick was pressed against my back, and his hand was on mine, the way we'd been most of the evening. I rolled over so I could kiss him.

Kissing Eric was a unique experience. He was good. So good, in fact, that within minutes he had me gasping and I believe, if we continued, I could reach orgasm with that stimulation alone. His sensuous lips that I'd been thinking about all afternoon were so soft and gentle, yet demanding, that they drew me into him in a way I'd never dreamed possible.

"My God you can kiss!" he said when we broke for air. "You ready for bed?" I nodded eagerly. We got up, checked the fireplace screen, and walked arm in arm to the bedroom.

The cool sheets felt good when we stretched out on them and started where we'd left off. It got so intense I had to break. "I'm on the edge already," I told him.

"We'll cool a second then get serious," he grinned, taking my dick gently in his hand.

He pushed me gently on my back and zeroed in on my left nub, the one he knew was hard-wired to both my dick and my brain. The texture of his tongue sent signals racing up and down my body, my dick throbbed and dripped and my hips twisted involuntarily, progressing closer and closer.

With a sigh, he pulled off and rolled on his back gasping.

I trailed my fingertips over his chest, barely touching the skin. He groaned and sighed and his dick bobbed and dripped. Too much of that delicious fluid was being wasted so I moved to collect it.

I licked and savored his precum, and not even thinking, had him buried in my throat. I couldn't get enough. My tongue wanted to touch every inch of skin and was searching out places involuntarily. I couldn't slow down, I couldn't stop. I was possessed.

My thought process never considered the pleasure I was receiving. It was all about the pleasure I could give to Eric. Maybe, in the back of my mind was the thought that I could bring about one of those cataclysmic, earth-shattering climaxes like I'd been experiencing recently.

He set the tempo, his hips pistoning upward, my mouth matching his speed. Then he stiffened. His whole body in midair supported by his shoulders and heels. He just held in that position, then the floodgates opened. He strained harder, not breathing, with the fire-hose like flow continuing.

He reached the point of explosion, a huge expulsion of air then collapse. Then spasms started to wrack his body, his arms and legs flying, still cumming but dribbles now being gently sucked from his steel hard flesh.

He pushed me away, evidently too sensitive, and manhandled me into his arms, frantically kissing me. We held until he stopped quaking a long time later.

It was only then that I realized that I'd cum too somewhere along the line. I had been too involved with Eric's orgasm to notice.

I was joyous. I'd been able to share with my man in the most intense climax of his life.

I woke up with Eric's arms around me. When he noticed me moving, he pulled me closer and kissed my neck. "Did that really happen last night?" he asked.

I turned to face him. "It sure did, do you remember everything?"

"Just bits and pieces. I DO remember it was the most exciting time I've ever had in my life," he said, leaning forward and giving me a tender kiss. "I feel like hell, though, I didn't even get you off."

"Oh yes you did," I grinned. "I was so involved with you that I got off at the same time. Maybe not as explosively, but I'm happy."

"That was so fucking unbelievable!" he said. "Do you think it'll ever happen again?"

"We'll find out tonight," I teased him.

"What the hell did you do to me, anyway?"

"Nothing special," I said. "You did it all yourself, with just a little help from me."

"Can you imagine what it's going to be like when we do that TOGETHER?"

"It should be interesting," I chuckled. "Give us both something to think about today."

"No skiing today for me," Eric announced. "I'm stiff and sore from yesterday. Maybe tomorrow."

"You want to haul out a couple of jet skis?" I asked.

"Maybe later."

After agreeing not to talk about business, we sat on the deck and talked.

We thoroughly discussed Annie's upcoming wedding and how we were going to stay as uninvolved in preparations as possible. "I just want to be a guest this time," I told him.

"From what I hear, it's going to be the 'Fairytale Wedding' of the new millenium," he said. "Being in a castle and all that, with a beautiful bride and a handsome groom, and royalty at that, has caught the world's imagination."

"I suppose the press will be out in force."

"Oh yeah, I don't think that you'll be able to duck 'em completely this time, either," he giggled.

"I'll make it as hard for 'em as I can," I assured him.

"I've got another brainstorm I'd like your opinion on," he said, changing the subject. "The rail car in San Francisco is still drawing big crowds and they want to keep it on exhibit a few extra weeks. We're going to be ass deep in work until after Annie's wedding, so I'm thinking about letting them do it.

"After we get back from Germany, I suggest we go someplace in it. Also, I've been neglecting Dad, and haven't seen Ryan, so thought we might ask them to go with us. Kind of a 'guys' thing."

"That's a splendid idea!" I said. "Good company and we've got plenty of room. Any idea where you want to go?"

"Colorado."

"Why?"

"John's been digging around there all summer and we haven't been near. Might be interesting to see what he's up to. I did some checking around and there's a little-used spur line that runs right into the area where he's working. It's even owned by the CLP."

"I'd rather do THAT than go to the wedding," I told him, laughing.

"We can't, but we can do both."

We never got around to the Jet Skis. Instead, we took a nap.

Jacques ate with us then told more stories. He went to bed earlier, "to read", he said.

I don't think that either one of us were disappointed. Eric's hard dick had been poking me from the minute we settled on the couch. "Anxious?" I asked, reaching back to stroke him.

"You bet I am," he giggled. "If you've been experiencing what I did last night, I'm surprised you ever wanted to get out of bed!"

"I didn't," I admitted.

We went into the bedroon quietly, in hushed anticipation. Eric was so anxious to have another 'super-orgasm' that it was almost clinical. I understood, but it just didn't seem very romantic.

He was undressed in seconds and on the bed waiting. I didn't undress, just lay down beside him in my sweats.

His hand found my soft cock. "What's the matter?" he asked.

"It's just no good without love," I said and rolled over.

To be continued.