Zack and Jay
Chapter 8
Author: Lone Wolf
Part I
I'm awoken in the morning by Dad knocking on the door. "Zack, Jay can I come in?" I hear him ask.
I check and make sure that we are at least covered from the waist down and say, "Yes, you can come in." I don't even try to move from the position we fell asleep in.
The door opens and Dad walks into the room, and says, "You guys need to get up and get packed. Your mother is making breakfast, and we need to leave for the airport in a few hours."
"Ok, thanks Dad." I say, and as he is leaving I give Jay a kiss to wake him up. He moans in his sleep and stirs a little. I give him a harder and longer kiss, and about halfway through he kisses me back, slipping his tongue into my mouth. We kiss for a while, and then pull apart. I tell him we need to get up and get packed.
He finally opens his eyes and looks at me, "Well, do we look any different? Because the only difference I feel is I think I love you more today than I did yesterday morning?" He says with a huge smile on his face.
"No we look exactly the same as yesterday. And I know I love you more today. You've made me very happy Jay Miller, I don't think I could be any happier then I am right now." I tell him.
"Jay Miller," he says trying out the sound of it. "That's going to take some time getting used to."
"Yeah, and don't forget, Daddy, too." I remind him. "Last night when Mom asked me if I wanted to hold my son, it took a few seconds to realize what she was talking about."
"I know; my Mom and Dad have done the same thing. I think they have considered him our son since Shawn and Sue died. They have even called him our son when I've talked to them on the phone." He says. "Come on, we had better get up. We don't want to miss our plane."
"Are you sure I don't?" I ask him.
"What? And miss out on the trip of a lifetime?" He asks me.
"Jay, three months ago, I had a hard time accepting what your brother and sister-in-law wanted us to do. Now, I can't imagine being away from Shawn for a whole week. It's going to tear my heart out to leave him with our parents. I can't explain it, but I have fallen in love with that little man. I don't want to leave him." I tell Jay.
"I know. It's not going to be easy, but I also know that you will love this week, too. It will be hard, but it is something we are going to have to do. Like your Dad said last night, we've been through a lot this past year, and if it helps take our minds off of it for a while, then it will be a good thing." He says, trying to comfort me.
"Ok, I guess you're right. We had better get up, Mom is making breakfast." We get up and get dressed and head down stairs. Jay's parents, Tom, Gary, and Chris are already here. Tom's flight home leaves an hour after ours, so he will be going to the airport with us.
"Zack and Jay, Gary and I would like to congratulate you one last time before we leave. We need to get back home. We'll see you the end of August at school." Chris says. I go to them and pull them both in a big hug and thank them for coming, and thank Gary again for being my best man. We say our goodbyes and walk them out to Gary's car and watch as they drive off.
"So did it bother you having Chris here, so much this week?" Jay asks me.
"Why, because he looks like Josh?" He nods his head. "No. I told you, he looks like him, but acts so much different. We've spent so much time with him over the last three months that it has been a long time since I thought I was talking to or looking at Josh. And even if they are identical twins, I can see a difference in them. Lisa and Tim can too, it's very subtle but there is a difference." I explain to him.
"Ok. I was just looking out for you." He says, and we hug and kiss in the middle of the driveway. We pull apart and head back into the house to eat. Mom has out done herself again; there is eggs, bacon, ham, a couple steaks, toast, mixed fruit bowls, two different kinds of juice, and a big pot of coffee. Everybody sits down and eats. When we are done Jay and I head upstairs to pack, I get Shawn up and dress him in our room as Jay packs.
He asks me what I want him to pack for me and I tell him, that he doesn't have to pack me anything because I don't plan on leaving the room. That is if he can get me on the plane. He manages to get me tell him what I want to take and then asks if I have a bathing suit that will fit him, like we're really that different in size. He's been wearing my clothes since he came back after telling his parents he was gay. I tell him that I keep my summer stuff in a plastic tote in my closet, my bathing suites should be in there. He pulls the tote out of the closet and finds two bathing suites and throws them into the big duffle bag.
"There is another one in there that I'd love to see you in." I tell him.
He digs around in the bottom and finds a very small dark blue Speedo. He holds it up in front of himself and says, "Yeah, I bet you would like to see me in this. If I put this thing on, you would be able to see everything. I find it hard to believe you've actually worn it. You're not that much smaller than I am."
"I've never worn it. In public that is. Josh's parents have a huge hot tub in an enclosed porch. I used to wear that for him. And no, it doesn't leave much to the imagination even on me." I tell him. "But then again, it usually didn't stay on that long."
"Zack; that is a little more information than I need. I know you had sex with him, but I don't need every detail." He says.
"Is somebody jealous?" I ask him jokingly.
"No! I just don't need to hear it all. I've got a good idea of what you two did with each other. That is enough for me." He says.
"Ok! I'm sorry I upset you." I tell him.
"I'm not upset. I just don't want to hear what you two did to each other. Ok?" He asks.
"Yeah, ok. We had better get down stairs before they come looking for us."
While Jay is putting the tote back in my closet I hear him say, "Oh, fuck!"
"What?" I ask him.
He turns around and I can see he is holding two presents with cards lying on top of them, and says, "I can't believe we forgot about Father's Day."
"Oh my God, I can just imagine what our father's think of us. After everything they did for us yesterday; we go and forget Father's Day." I tell him. Jay grabs our bag and I take the presents and Shawn and we head down stairs.
"Dad, we're sorry. We forgot about Father's Day with everything going on yesterday." I tell my father and hand him his present. Jay apologizes to his father and gives him his present, too.
Dad says, "Guys you don't need to apologize, Bill I understand. You had a lot on your minds yesterday. It's no big deal. Thank you." He opens the card and reads it, then opens the present. We got him a denim shirt to wear at work. "Thanks guys, I love it." He says.
Bill agrees it's no big deal and opens his card and present and thanks us both. We finally leave for the airport. Jay and his parents ride with Tom in his rental car. Shawn and I ride with Mom and Dad. Jay grabs our bags from the trunk and Tom drops his car off at Hertz. We meet up in front of the terminal and head inside.
We check in at the desk for our airline and Tom checks in with his. We walk to the security post and have to tell our parents goodbye there. Only passengers with tickets can go beyond that point. We give our parents hugs and tell them goodbye. We both give Shawn a kiss and tell him we love him, and we'll be back soon. I reluctantly hand him to my mom and turn and get in line at the security check point. Jay walks over to me and puts his arm around me, and holds me.
Once through the check point we turn back and see our parents waiting there waving. We wave to them and proceed down the concourse. After a little ways Jay asks me, "Are you alright?"
"This is so hard for me." I tell him, with tears streaming down my face. "I'm not sure if I can do this."
"You'll be fine, and so will Shawn." He tells me. I feel a little better, but then again I don't. We make our way to Tom's gate and say our goodbyes to him. Jay thanks him again for coming and for being his best man. He gives Jay a hug and heads over to the counter to check in with the flight attendant there.
We find our gate and check in; the flight attendant tells us we will be leaving right on time. They will start boarding in about thirty minutes. Jay and I find seats and sit and wait for them to call first class passengers. After a while we hear them call for first class passengers and others that need assistance boarding the plane. Jay and I get up and get into the short line. We make it to the head of the line and Jay hands the women our boarding passes. She checks them again and hands them back to him, and asks, "Newly weds?"
We both say yes and she congratulates us. We thank her and head onto the plane to find our seats. They are not hard to find in first class, we are sitting in the front row on the far side of the plane. I take my seat as Jay puts our small carryon bag in the over head compartment. He then sits next to me and takes my hand in his. He looks over at me with a questioning look.
I'm alright, I guess." I tell him and squeeze his hand. After a while the plane is loaded and I feel it move away from the concourse. The attendants do their preflight inspection and presentation, and the captain says his welcome and thank you for flying with them over the PA system. I feel the plane accelerate and feel the bump of the landing gear raising and locking into place. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' I think to myself.
It's a long flight to San Francisco, where we have a one hour layover. We re-board the plane and take our seats for the flight to Hawaii. When we land there and get off the plane and are heading down the stairway that had been pushed up to the plane; I look around and regret that Shawn is not here with us. We make our way to the area set up for baggage claim and find our duffle bag. We walk over to the airport and find our way through it.
I notice a guy in a uniform holding a sign with our names on it and we walk up to him. "Zack and Jay Miller?" He asks. We tell him yes and he introduces himself to us; and tells us that if we want to go anywhere while we are here to just call the front desk at the hotel and he will pick us up and take us anywhere. He takes our bags from Jay and shows us to a waiting limo; a white triple stretch. It is so big inside someone could easily stretch out and take a nap.
We get to the hotel and check in. We find out that we will not be staying in the hotel itself. They have honeymoon bungalows on one side of the resort with a private beach for our use. A bellhop comes and takes our bags and shows us to our bungalow. I look around for a minute before going inside and feel all my regrets about Shawn not being here with us leave me. This really is a beautiful place, and I know he will be all right with our parents for the week.
I finally follow Jay and the bellhop into the room. Jay is trying to give him a tip for carrying our bags, but he refuses; saying, "You will not be tipping anyone from this hotel while you are here; 'everything' has already been taken care of."
We thank him and he leaves. Jay shakes his head and says, "Your parents, no doubt."
"Of course, who else?" I say and go to him, kiss him, and hold him. He pulls away and asks how I'm feeling. "I'm fine. While looking around outside at how beautiful everything is here, I realized that Shawn is going to be fine with our parents. And they need this time to get to know him."
"I'm glad. Maybe now you will allow yourself to enjoy this." He says. We decide to go for a walk and check out the private beach. We walk along the quiet path that heads towards it. Once there we see natural rock outcroppings that separate this part of the beach from the rest of the island. The view is breathtaking. The water is so blue and clear, we can see dolphins playing in the surf not that far from the shore. We remove our socks and sneakers and walk in the surf for a while holding hands.
A man and women appear, come up to us and introduce themselves. We introduce ourselves and they ask if we are on our honeymoon, too. We tell them yes; and they seem honestly delighted for us. We congratulate each other on our recent nuptials and leave them walking on the beach as we head back to the hotel to eat.
After having a very romantic dinner in a quiet corner of the hotel's restaurant we head back to our bungalow and find that someone has brought fresh flowers and a room service cart filled with all kinds of fresh fruit and champagne. I notice a note on the cart and pick it up and read it. It says, 'Congratulations, on your recent wedding', and it is signed 'The Management.'
We try some of the native fruit and find it is very good; Jay especially likes the kiwi and fresh pineapple. I love the chocolate covered strawberries. We eventually start feeding it to each other and make out on the overstuffed coach. After a while we move to the bedroom and slowly remove each others clothes.
Jay asks me to get on the bed and tells me he wants to fuck me doggy style. I tell him, "I really don't like doing it in that position, I feel so vulnerable having my most sensitive body parts exposed like that. But for you, I will do anything." I kiss him passionately and climb onto the huge bed and get up on all fours. He moves up behind me and I am expecting to feel his cock at my ass; instead I feel is warm wet tongue linking between my balls and asshole. I am instantly hard as a rock. He sucks on my balls for a little while before licking his way back to my asshole, where he rims me for what seems like an hour. His tongue flicking and poking at my ass; he finally plunges his tongue into my ass and a huge glob of pre-cum leaks from my cock as I moan loudly.
While he fucks me with his tongue; he reaches between my legs and strokes my cock causing me to leak even more. A puddle of my pre-cum is quickly forming on the bed between my knees. With him stroking my cock and eating out my asshole I feel my orgasm build in my balls. With one last thrust of his tongue into my ass I shoot my first load of the night all over the bed. He never stops licking and tongue fucking my ass, and before long he has me hard again.
He finally pulls his tongue from my ass and moves up behind me. I feel the head of his dick at my anxious hole. He very gently and lovingly enters me, the sensations that flood my body are overpowering. His huge cock in my ass in this position just blows my mind. I think to myself, 'I can't believe I never wanted to be fucked like this before.' I lower my head to the bed and look back between my legs and notice that I am leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. And every time Jay pushes his huge cock into my ass; I actually see a glob of cum leak from my cock. I spread my legs a little further apart and rotate my hips so he hits my prostate with each slow push into my ass. I reach back and grab my rock hard cock. I can't remember it ever feeling this hard and big before. It's so hard I can see that my piss slit is open wide, and I'm now leaking more cum than pre-cum. Before I know it I can feel my second orgasm building and every muscle in my body tenses and I hold my breath as I shoot my second load all over my chest and the bed.
Jay is still slowly making love to me as I recover and try to rise up and turn so I can kiss him. But he places his hand on my back and holds me there. He says, "Just relax and enjoy. I want to make love to you like this all night." He continues to slowly fuck me doggy style grinding his cock into my prostate, after about twenty more minutes I feel another orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. I reach between my legs and realize my cock isn't hard anymore. Before I know it I'm cumming again. I shoot once and no more, but the orgasm keeps building, my prostate and balls are empty. I can feel the spasms in my prostate growing and growing, but nothing is coming out of my soft twitching cock. The orgasm just goes on and on, getting more intense with each thrust Jay makes into my ass. My upper body thrashes around the bed uncontrollably, but he has a tight hold on my hips and doesn't let me pull away from him.
He has been edging himself this whole time, fucking me to the brink of his own orgasm then slowing down and letting the feeling pass. With the orgasm still growing and getting more intense I can hardly take anymore. My thrashing around must be to much for him to edge any longer, he moans very loudly and drives his cock into my ass hard and holds it there. I feel his cock grow thicker and longer, he moans again and I feel him cum in my ass. The feeling of his spurting cock sends me into another dry orgasm. I can't tell where the last one ended and this one began. I can't seem to catch my breath and I am panting like a dog on a hot summer day.
He finally finishes filling me with his cum and pulls out of me. He lets go of my hips and I collapse on the bed into a huge puddle of my own cum. Still reeling in my fit of ecstasy; Jay lies next to me and places his arm around me and tries to pull me to him. He kisses me and that is enough to put me over the edge again. The dry orgasm is so intense that it hurts. I pull away from him and say in nothing more than a whisper, "Don't touch me, please."
I manage to roll away from him and lay on my back on the side of the bed. He moves over to me and asks, "What's the matter? Did I hurt you?"
"No. But please don't touch me for a little while." I tell him, still caught in the throws of the orgasm. I think to myself, 'What the fuck did he do to me? Is this ever going to stop?' It just keeps going and going; getting more and more intense with each passing minute. The pain caused by the severe spasms is so intense it feels like my prostate is being ripped from my body. After about fifteen minutes I finally feel my muscles relax and the orgasm starts to dissipate. This whole time Jay just lays there looking scared and asking me if I'm all right.
My breathing finally slows and I catch my breath; and tell him, "I'm alright. That was so fucking mind blowing."
"What the fuck happened?" He asks.
"I'm not really sure. But, I know I came five or six times. The last few were like one big one. It just got more and more powerful, to the point it actually started hurting." I tell him.
"I'm sorry!" He says and slides next to me. He places his hand lightly on my chest and gives me a passionate kiss. I feel another orgasm build and moan very loud and long. My prostate clamps down and every muscle in my body convulses with it. I feel Jay slide away from me and he says, "What the fuck have I done to you?" I can hear the fear in his voice and can tell he is crying. After about ten minutes my muscles start relaxing and I can move. I try to bend my leg and a severe Charlie horse clamps my leg into excruciating pain. I try to massage it out and force my leg straight. After a few minutes it passes and I can move.
I roll onto my side facing Jay, he is laying there tears streaming from his eyes and I can see the fear written on his face. "I'll be alright, just don't touch or kiss me for awhile. Ok?"
"Are you sure you're going to be alright? What happened?" He asks.
"Yeah, I think so. Your hand on my chest and your kiss were enough to put me over the edge again. That was the worst one yet. I'm really tired; I just want to go to sleep." I tell him.
He says I'm sorry again, but I hardly hear him. I'm out in seconds; exhausted from the love making and pain.
Part II
Hi, everybody. This is Jay. Zack has been asleep for about ten hours. I didn't dare go to sleep with what happened to him. I'm scared shitless that I hurt him or something. I don't know what happened; it just seemed like he was never going to stop cumming. I've never heard of anything like that before, the last few times he wasn't even hard. What the fuck did I do to him?
I'm not sure why he brought his laptop, but Zack told me I could read this if we had time; I read the whole thing last night. I know there are a bunch of mistakes, but you get the general idea. When he first told me he was writing stuff down I thought he was keeping a journal; that is the most common form of therapy for people that have gone through a loss like he has. I really like the idea he is writing it in book form. And that he hasn't stopped writing even though he is over what Josh did.
I know he has given a very vivid description of me and I noticed the only thing he has written about himself is that he has green eyes and a nine inch cock. I think he is still very self conscious about what people are thinking about him. He is getting better about talking about himself and things he has done. But I can tell he doesn't show that here. He must still think that people will consider he is bragging or showing off. If you took the time to get to know him; you would realize that is not the case. In the last nine months I have never known him to brag or show off once. It isn't in him to do that; not with where he came from. Imagine the three of them living in an apartment that you could easily fit two of, in his parent's living room; at least that is what his dad told me.
What can I tell you about Zack? Well first off he has told you he is a black belt and has won a few tournaments. That is not entirely true. He has about thirty trophies at his parent's house; some of which are over three feet tall. He has countless ribbons and plaques all over their house, all for different things he has done in karate; small, medium, and large tournaments. I've gone to class with him many times, and Jack has some black belts in the same class as Zack, but Zack is so much better than they are. During sparring he can easily get points on them, and they can hardly ever get one from him. He is almost lightning fast. If I'm not watching carefully, sometimes I don't even see him move, I just see his opponents reaction to what he did. Gary has even commented about it to us and Zack just blows it off. He is excellent. I would really feel sorry for anybody that got into a fight with him. I think, now, you can understand why John was out cold in about fifteen seconds. He didn't stand a chance against Zack.
I'm sure everybody is wondering what he looks like so I'll do my best describing him. We are the same height; six feet on the nose. His skin tone is slightly darker than mine, almost like he has a permanent light tan. He has short thick medium brown hair, and the most dazzling dark green eyes; a beautiful pug nose, and round masculine jaw and a very thick mustache. He is muscular, but not as much as I am. His is from his years of karate. His muscles groups almost seem elongated from the years of stretching, reaching, punching and kicking. He has very broad shoulders and a thirty-two inch waist, just like me. He has a patch of brown hair in the middle of his chest that is thick, but soft to the touch. I love lying on his chest and running my hand through it; it almost makes me wish I had some hair there, for him.
His pecks are perfectly formed and are probably the best part of his upper body. They're not big enough to look like tits; like mine, but are perfectly round and stand out from the rest of his chest about an inch. Until he tightens his muscles and then they just about pop off his body, it makes me so hot when he does that. His nipples are almost always hard. I don't know if that is still the teenage hormones or what, but I have to be honest; I really don't care. I love them and love sucking and licking them. He has a perfect six pack, when looking at him lying down and relaxing I can see the outline of the muscles and he looks good, but when he goes to sit up or tightens his abs, damn they just stand out. It's hard to keep your hands off him. And he has a really nice love trail from his belly button down to his thick and long pubes.
His cut cock, like he has told you, is nine inches plus, hard. It's about five inches long and an inch and a half to two inches thick soft and grows so much, not only in length, but width, too. I bet it doubles in thickness if not more as he gets hard and has a very slight up curve to it. When hard, the flange around his head turns outward like the brim of a hard hat; it just makes me want to suck and lick it for hours. His balls are about the size and shape of medium sized eggs, and he loves having them sucked. I just wish I could suck them both at the same time, but I can't. He has a beautiful bubble butt, that's why I wanted to make love to him doggy style. I just love watching my huge cock slide in and out of his perfect ass as I make love to him.
His legs are probably the most muscular part of his body. His thighs and calves are huge, all muscle. When he tightens his leg muscles you can see every group stand out, his skin just stretches over them like it will rip wide open. They look almost like large bands of spaghetti lying under his skin; you can almost make out the fibers of them. I don't think he has an ounce of fat anywhere on his beautiful body.
Also, he is so flexible, some of the positions he has managed to get us into in bed; just fucking blows my mind. Like the night he did that split while I was on top of him; the next thing I knew he was on top of me. I couldn't believe he did that. It was so hot; I thought I might cum just from what he did.
Now you know a little bit more about him and what he looks like. "Fuck you scared the shit out of me. Are you feeling better?" I ask Zack.
"Yeah; what are you doing?" He asks me.
I tell him that I've read his story and I added something to it. He doesn't seem mad. He leans over me and kisses me; he seems to be feeling better. Well I better let him take back over.
Thanks, Jay.
"Thanks a lot Jay. Did you have to put all that in here?" I ask him after reading what he wrote. I really feel like going back and deleting it, but I probably won't. I know he loves me and wants the best for me. And I'm sorry I guess I still am a little self conscious, but I am working on it.
Part III
We spend the next hour talking about what happened last night. I try to explain how it felt, but I really don't think he understands. I finally tell him that when I feel up to it; I'll just have to put him through what he put me through. Then he will know.
We take showers and decide to go and get a late lunch. As we are leaving the bungalow a maid walks up with a cart and tells us she is going to change the bed linens and to give us clean towels. We thank her and head towards the hotel's restaurant. Once out of ear shot Jay turns to me and says, "I hope she doesn't look too closely at the sheets on the bed. You really made a mess last night."
"I may have made the mess, but you made me make it." I correct him.
"Yeah, I know. When you feel up to it, maybe you can make me make a mess too." He says and gives me a passionate kiss.
I feel my cock twitch in my shorts and pull away from him, saying, "Not tonight, though." He agrees as we walk into the restaurant. We are seated and given menus. We place our orders and then chat about what we want to do for the afternoon. I tell him I'd love to rent a couple of jet skis and take them out for some fun; if he feels up to it. He says that he is and would love to do that. We get our lunch and eat. When we are finished we head to the front desk and ask about where we can rent two jet skis for a couple hours. The guy at the desk says that the hotel has jet skis for its guest's use. He tells us how to get to the area where they are stored and tells us to have fun.
We thank him and head out to the main beach for the hotel. We easily find the jet skis. The guy working there gives us a few instructions on the safe use of them and gives us life jackets and helps us adjust them for a proper fit. We get on the machines and take off. We spend about two hours just goofing off and having fun on them. Jay is getting really tired after not sleeping last night so we head back in; and go back to our bungalow for him to take a nap. I'm actually feeling tired too; after what he did to me last night, so we crawl into bed together, holding each other and fall asleep.
We wake up around seven and head over to the restaurant to get dinner. After dinner we head out for another romantic walk on the beach. We walk in the surf and just enjoy being with each other. 'I never want this to end.' I think to myself. After a couple hours of walking around and playing in the surf we head back to the bungalow. We strip and head to bed, just cuddling and holding each other. I still feel drained from last night. We fall asleep with our arms wrapped around each other.
After a beautiful day spent at the National World War II Memorial I feel up to showing Jay what he did to me the other night. When we get back I ask him, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, I want to understand and feel what you went through." He lovingly says.
I very gently help him out of his clothes and have him lay on the bed. I get between his legs and proceed to give him the best blowjob of his life. I suck his cock and balls; I lick every sensitive spot in his groin and on his cock, until he comes for the first time. I don't give him any time to recover. I help him move onto all fours, I move behind him and rim his ass with my tongue until he is hard again and leaking pre-cum. I rim him and fuck his ass with my tongue and massage his cock and balls, until he shoots again.
I still don't let him catch his breath; I get up on my knees and slide my cock into his ready and waiting hole. A shiver runs through his body as I hit his prostate with my dick. He moans deeply and I make love to his hot tight hole. I edge myself for a while, making love to him, slowing almost stopping, letting the feeling of my orgasm pass, then continue making love to him. I don't want to cum; I'm almost afraid to. I don't want to repeat what I went through the other night.
I reach around and under him and play with his huge cock and balls, while fucking his tight hole. He is moaning with every thrust I make into him. I gently force his legs further apart and he rotates his pelvis giving me better access to his prostate. I drive my cock into it with each thrust; I can feel he is leaking very heavily. I wipe some of it up with my hand and bring it up to my mouth; it is almost all cum. I lick my hand clean and continue stroking his cock to the same pace of my love making. I feel the spasms start in his ass and know he is going to cum. I stroke him one more time and he shoots twice then stops. I can still feel the spasms in his ass, but his cock just twitches, nothing is shooting from it. He moans and moans; he flops down on his chest and tries to pull away from me. I lean over and drive my cock into his ass as hard as I can. He lays down flat on his stomach and I lay on top of him, still making love to him. I can still feel the muscles in his ass clamping down on my cock. His orgasm doesn't seem to be stopping.
I keep making love to his over used hole for as long as I can, but his clenching ass is to much for me and I drive my cock as far in as possible and drop my load deep in his bowels. My orgasm sends him into another bought of spasms, he is convulsing so hard he just about throws me off of him. I slowly withdraw my spent cock and dismount. He is still lost in his orgasm. I lye next to him and hold him and whisper, "I'm sorry!" to him.
He turns and kisses me; I pull him closer and hold him. He moans again. I know I just caused another orgasm to steal through his body. He finally manages to say, "Just hold me. Don't pull away." I hold him as another wave of convulsions reeks havoc with his body. I try to pull away from him, but he won't let me. He just holds me tighter. After about a half hour he finally turns to me and kisses me.
"Why did you want to go through that?" I ask him.
"I wanted to understand how you felt the other night. And you're right, that was totally mind blowing. If I hadn't seen your reaction the other night and now felt it myself I would never believe that that was possible." He explains and then gives me a very passionate kiss, and adds, "I love you."
"I love you, too. You'd better get to sleep and recuperate." I tell him. He is out in about two minutes. I lay there holding him and fall asleep in about fifteen.
We sleep soundly all night. In the morning when we get up I notice another huge pool of dried cum all over the bed. I think to myself, 'The poor maid; I can just imagine what she's going to be thinking when she gets here today.' We take a shower together and wash each other. I am very careful while washing his cock and balls not to over do it and get him hard again. I know how he must be feeling.
Once washed, dried and dressed; I ask him, "Are you all right."
"Yeah, now I know what I did to you the other night and how it felt. I promise I'll never put you through that again." He tells me.
"Jay; I'm sorry I did that to you, even after knowing what you were in for. I am sorry." I tell him with tears in my eyes. He comes to me and holds me.
"It's all right, I asked for it. I don't blame you. I love you." He says still holding me.
"I love you more than I can tell you; I hated putting you through that." I tell him through my tears.
"I know." He says and holds me tighter.
We are still standing there holding each other when the maid knocks on the door and enters the room. She sees us standing there and apologizes. She tells us that she just needs to change the bed and has clean towels for us. We tell her it's alright go ahead, we'll be leaving in a few minutes. She enters the bedroom and as we are on our way out the door I hear he say something about rubber sheets. I feel so sorry for her having to clean up our mess. "Jay, we are going to have to leave her a tip when we leave. There is no way she is getting paid enough to have to clean up two messes like that in three days." I say.
"I was actually thinking the same thing." He says laughing lightly. He pulls me to him and kisses me again. We go to the restaurant and order lunch. After eating we head back to our bungalow and change into swimming suits and grab a couple of beach towels from the linen closet. We head down to the private beach and lay in the sand working on our tans for the summer. After a while we decide to go for a swim.
While swimming we notice dolphins everywhere. It is just so amazing how close they come to us. A couple of them even come right up to us, letting us touch their rubbery skin. We swim with them all afternoon; until our arms and legs are so tired we can hardly move. We lay on our beach towels and air dry before heading back to our bungalow.
We shower again before heading for a late dinner. While eating Jay asks me, "What do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Absolutely nothing; I want to lie around all day, and show each other how much we love each other just by holding one other." I tell him.
"Sounds good to me, I like that idea." He says. When we finish we head back to our bungalow and strip and climb into bed, Jay lays his head on my chest and runs his hand through my chest hair. He continues playing in my hair just about to the point he falls asleep. I lie there and hold him for awhile; then fall asleep myself. We spend the whole day laying around the bungalow holding each other; naked, ordering meals from room service. One of us slipping on a pair of shorts to answer the door; the other just tossing a light throw blanket over us until they leave. We eat then go back to just holding and loving the other person. It is a beautiful and romantic day. We sleep better that night than we have in months. We are truly in love.
We spend the last few days there sight seeing, visiting the volcanoes on the other islands with the help of the front desk setting it up for us. It is just so awesome being able to just about walk up to the edge of an erupting volcano. I get some awesome pictures that I think I'll paint when we get home. The whole island chain is just so beautiful. 'I could stay here for ever.' I think to myself, then remember Shawn and can't wait to get back home to him.
Our last night in Hawaii; we make slow passionate love to each other; neither of us wanting to put the other through what we did on our first nights here. I highly doubt we will ever do that again. We fall asleep were we collapse after the long love making; arms and legs intertwined with each other, I think Jay's cock was still in my ass when we fell asleep at the same time.
The next morning we get up and pack; before leaving, we double check we have everything and I leave the maid a fifty dollar tip with a note saying how sorry we are she had to clean up our messes. And sign it Jay and Zack Miller.
We head to the front desk and check out. Our chauffer is there waiting for us and takes us to the airport. We check in and wait for our flight. We leave right on time. Get our connection home and land in Pennsylvania on schedule. When we get off the plane I look around for my parents; knowing they will be picking us up. I don't see them anywhere.
We head done to baggage claim and while waiting for our bag to find it's way from the bowels of the airport I hear Shawn yell. It almost amazes me that I can pick out his sound amongst the din around us. I turn looking for them, searching the crowd for a familiar face. Then I see Mom; I grab Jay's hand and pull him towards her. When we get close I let go of Jay's hand a pull my mother into a hug. As I pull away from her I take Shawn from her and hold him to my chest. Realization floods my body of how much I missed him. I hold him to me and move to Jay. He holds both of us as he bends down and kisses him on the top of his head.
Mom asks, "How was the honeymoon?" We both say it was great and thank her again for it. We tell her everything we saw and did. Leaving out what Jay did to me and how I had repaid him for it. Jay notices our duffle bag on the conveyer and goes to get it. When he returns we head out to Mom's car and put our bags in the trunk. I put Shawn in his car seat and get in the back, Jay sits up front with Mom. She explains that Dad had stayed home. Thinking the car would be to full for all of us.
We have a light dinner and then head to bed; Shawn of course sleeps with us again. Jay doesn't say a word. He rolls onto his side and cuddles to him. I lie down and cuddle up to Shawn, too; Jay's and my foreheads touching, with both of us looking down and watching Shawn, as we drift off to sleep.
Just before going to sleep, I think to myself, 'He missed him as much as I did.'
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