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David and John

By: thorbet



David had suspected for some time that, like him, his next door neighbour was interested in men.

In his early 60s, John was a couple of years younger and lived alone and, as far as he knew, was not married and never had been. They had been neighbours for some years and got on well, chatting over the fence from time to time but generally keeping themselves to themselves. It was during a couple of those conversations that he had made discreet reference to his cock in a jokey sort of way but it had registered with David and heightened his interest.

For some years now the sexual side of David's marriage had been almost dead. The woman he had married all those years ago had changed from an exciting filthy person in the bedroom to a loving 'normal' wife whose desire for the sort of sex that excited him had disappeared. He had always had trouble in satisfying her in bed because of his small penis which she had derisively referred to as his pee-pee or winkle, a name that had stuck. The only way he had been able to make her cum was with a vibrator. He'd also had to use it on the other women of the couples they wife-swapped with, a short-lived activity because of his size and their dissatisfaction 

He had become aware he was bisexual many years earlier when he was 'befriended' by a much older man in a public toilet when he was 15. This had stayed with him all his life but had been pushed into the background when he married. Now however, his longing for intimate male company was aroused again and more so with the thought that John might be that way too.

His problem was how to approach him if he was wrong. It would be seriously embarrassing if he had misread the signs not only for himself but his neighbour as well. He thought hard about how he could raise the subject tactfully, dip a toe in the water, but be able to back off if he was wrong.

Should he mention 'in passing' a couple of the internet sites he looked at when he was alone? He wasn't sure if he would appreciate that. Perhaps he should ask him discreetly if he would be interested in some 'gentleman's entertainment' films but again he might be rebuffed. It was a difficult situation for which he could see no easy answer so it just remained frustratingly in his mind that there could be some sexual excitement literally on his doorstep that he couldn't access.

The answer came unexpectedly from a source he hadn't considered.

He had been corresponding with another man on the internet who had sent him some intimate pictures of himself. David wanted to respond but it wasn't until Christmas when he got a small digital camera that he had the means to do so. The first few pictures he took of himself were not very good and he realised it was not as easy as he had imagined. The difficulty was trying to maintain an erection at the same time as angling the camera correctly and pressing the button.

That's where the idea about involving John came to him.

One morning when his wife was out he went round to John's with his new camera. They had discussed photography in passing in the past so it was a good opening. After they had been chatting for a while he plucked up the courage to raise the subject.

'John, there's something I want to ask you but you might not appreciate it.'

John looked a bit puzzled. 'Why do you say that?'

'Well it could be a bit embarrassing.'

'Go on.'

'Well, I was wondering if you would take some pictures of me.'

'What's so embarrassing about that?'

David hesitated, 'Naked pictures.'

'Ah.' said John 

'I just want some for when I'm older......so I can see myself as I was.'

John nodded. 'Couldn't your wife take them?'

'She's not interested any more and besides which I'd like my feet and head in the same picture!'

They laughed and the slight tension eased.

'I hope you don't mind me asking.' and he went on to describe the poor efforts he had achieved. "but if you'd rather not.....'

'No I don't mind,' said John with a smile, 'might be fun.' 

'When would you like to do it, now?'

'Would Thursday morning be OK?' asked David, 'the wife is out then and I'll feel more relaxed.'

'Yeah that's fine, here or at your house?'

'Here if you don't mind. I never know how long she is going to be out.'

David went on slightly embarrassed. 'There is only one thing......I do sometimes get stiff when I'm naked.'

John smiled. 'That's only natural. It happens to me quite a lot as well.'

It was a deliberate statement and David's heart leapt on hearing it. He could feel himself hardening in his trousers but didn't want to push it at this stage. He was only supposed to be gone a few minutes and he didn't want it to be just a hurried anxious fumble. He looked at John who held his gaze then deliberately lowered his eyes to look at David's crotch. A few seconds later he looked back up still smiling.

'Thursday then?'

David nodded, his heart pounding. 'I'll ring you as soon as she goes out.'

As soon as he got back indoors David headed straight for the toilet. The conversation had gone so much better than he had hoped and he was excited at the prospect of what could happen when they met. If nothing else he would love it being naked in the presence of another man and the comments about erections and the way John had looked at his trousers led him to believe it might involve a lot more than just photography.

He dropped his trousers and pants and started pulling on his cock. Even when as excited as he was now it wasn't overlarge and he didn't shoot gallons of spunk but it gave him a great deal of pleasure to ejaculate into his hand then drink it. With the thought that he might be tasting another man's sperm soon he ejaculated as fiercely as he had done in a long while and rolled it round his mouth before swallowing it. 

David and John Ch. 02



When Thursday came, David's excitement was intense. He hadn't slept well the previous night and a couple of times considered not going through with it but the need and longing for some sexual excitement soon dispelled any doubts he had. He had masturbated several times since the arrangement was made but only to completion twice preferring to keep his excitement alive for as long as he could.

He shaved carefully that morning taking great care not to cut himself or leave any stubble, then took a long shower. He was very careful about washing his genitals for fear of coming but he did ensure he was completely clean including under his penis where it rested against his scrotum. He wondered if John had been circumcised like himself or whether he had a foreskin to pull back and reveal a sensitive swollen glans but then quickly thought about something else as he could feel himself hardening and it was too early for that.

He dried himself and dressed in some easy clothes intending to change after his wife had left and not wanting to draw any comment from her about his appearance. He forced himself to have some breakfast though he really didn't want any and could only manage one piece of toast and a cup of tea.

As soon as she went to meet her friend he rang John and waited nervously for him to answer. After eight or nine rings he began to think that he'd changed his mind and was just about to put the phone down when he answered.

'Hello?'

From feeling dejected David was suddenly excited again.

'Hello John, it's David.'

'Oh hi, lovely morning, You still want to come over?'

'If it's still alright with you. I thought you might have gone out.'

He heard a small laugh.

'No you caught me in the shower.'

'Would ten minutes or so be OK?'

'Fine,' said John, 'looking forward to it.'

Davids heart leapt as he replaced the receiver, it was on. At the very least he would be exposing himself completely to another person but more than likely he would get an erection and possibly ejaculate in front of him as well.

He hurriedly applied some aftershave and changed into a pair of his wife's panties he had secreted away. They were sheer satin with a see-through lace panel in the front and they never failed to give him an erection when he posed in front of the mirror. A loose tee shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms completed his dressing and, grabbing his camera, he hurried round to his neighbours front door.

After chatting for a while and discussing how to use the camera John asked 'OK, shall we start?'

Although he had been looking forward to this moment so much David was suddenly a little apprehensive.

'Are you sure it's OK with you? he asked.

John smiled and nodded. 'Yes it's fine. How do you want to do this? Some photos as you undress or do you want to undress fully first?'

'As I undress might be good. I can always delete any I don't like.'

He pulled his tee shirt over his head and saw the flash go off a couple of times and tried not to look at John or the camera. As he went to remove his jogging bottoms he wondered briefly if he had done the right thing in wearing the panties but it was too late now. He pushed the joggers down and heard a slight intake of breath as his underwear came into view and he saw John staring at his crotch intently.

'Ooops sorry,' he said, 'I had meant to change into something more appropriate but I forgot. Too much in a hurry to come here!' he laughed nervously.

'No,' breathed John slowly his eyes still taking in his undies, 'they look lovely.'

Immediately David knew things were going to go well and he relaxed as he shed his joggers.

'They are nice aren't they and they're so comfortable. I just wish I had more to fill them with.' he laughed

'No, it looks good from here.' said John as he crouched down for a closer inspection. 'Very good. Very sexy.' he breathed softly. 

'They give me a lot more support than y-fronts or boxers and I like feeling my bits held close to my body.' He reached down and ran his hand gently over the material. ' Would you like to feel how soft and smooth they are?'

'Would you mind? said John looking up and ran his hand over the shiny panties.

'Mmmmm', he murmured softly, 'I might try some of these myself.'

His hand lingered for a while caressing slowly and David felt the first stirrings in his penis. John took a couple of pictures then stood up and asked David if he would like to take them off. This was the moment of truth, the moment he had been waiting for since they had first talked and he slowly peeled them down his legs and stepped out of them, now completely naked in front of this other man.

He stood there while John just looked at him then took a couple of pictures. He could feel his cock hardening under the gaze and the exhibitionist in him felt wonderful, more exciting than he had ever thought possible. He held his cock and gently masturbated it softly hoping he wasn't going too far but the soft 'Oh yes.' from John told him he wasn't. A few more pictures followed then John looked at him and cleared his throat.

'Look, how would you feel about a few sexy ones laying on the bed?' he asked apprehensively.

'Yes.' replied David immediately, his eyes wide with surprise. This was even better than he had imagined.

They went upstairs him leading with John following. He could hear John breathing heavily and knew it wasn't from the exertion of climbing the stairs, and was glad that, with his neighbour so close behind him, he had paid particular attention to his hygiene that morning.

In the bedroom he lay on the bed and struck a few poses but always ensuring his now hard penis was in full view. He couldn't remember feeling this turned on for a long time and felt completely uninhibited.

A few more pictures were taken then John suddenly said 'It's pretty warm in here, would you mind if I took some of my clothes off as well?'

'Please do.' said David and lay there with one hand behind his head and the other resting on his penis, watching him disrobe. He took his shirt and trousers off then his boxers and his cock came into view. He wasn't circumcised and his foreskin came to a point at the end of his cock which sprouted from a thick bush of dark hair. David's hair was quite fine and well trimmed so the contrast of John's pubis was exciting.

As he went to step out of his underwear round his ankles he stumbled and fell on the bed coming close to David's naked body. Their faces were only inches apart and it instinctively seemed the most natural thing in the world for David to reach forward and kiss the lips so close to his. Instantly even as he moved forward he recoiled at the thought of Johns rejection but the lips pressed to his didn't pull back. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of another human being willingly and lovingly kissing him and put his arms round him to pull him closer.

They lay for a while in each others arms just kissing and looking at each other then David began kissing his way down John's body. First his throat and neck then onto his nipples and over his belly to his pubis and the mass of hair that smelt so good, fresh and clean but still with the slightly earthy aroma of an aroused penis. And his penis was certainly aroused, hard and throbbing as David took it in his hand for the first time, the swollen glans now freed from the foreskin which was now non-existent below the ridge of his purple helmet. 

He looked at it as he gently masturbated the hot flesh in his hand then, bending forward gently licked the end, across the pisshole. He felt John jerk slightly and groan softly so continued to do it until he was flexing his groin off the bed. All he could hear were sounds of appreciation and soft encouragements 'harder' or 'Yes!' as he licked the underside of the twitching helmet.

Eventually he took it fully into his mouth and started masturbating him with his tongue. He could tell it wouldn't be long before John came and so it was a few seconds later. He felt the penis swell a little more then the pulsing as the sperm pumped softly into his mouth, the first other than his own that he had tasted for many years. He could hear John grunting softly as he continued to suck the salty slightly, astringent fluid from him then released him to close his lips and savour the delicacy he had been missing for such a long time. It tasted wonderful.

He moved back up the bed to lay beside him again and they kissed but more gently this time until John said softly 'My turn now.'

David flinched as he felt strange fingers encircle his prick and start to masturbate him, strange for belonging to someone else not his own, and lay back to enjoy the lead up to his own orgasm. He whispered a few endearments as he felt it approaching and as he started jerking his own liquid from his body he felt John's lips on his once again. He came as hard as he had done in a long while still kissing the soft lips on his, then lay back as John brought his hand to his face for him to taste his own semen.

They lay there for a while in each others arms, passion now spent but still in the afterglow of sexual release and talked softly and with many kisses, about how wonderful it was that they had discovered each other and making plans to meet again very soon. 

After a while they somewhat reluctantly parted and David went down to retrieve his clothes from the lounge. He left his wife's panties off and with a final kiss and cuddle and a promise to meet again as soon as they could, he went back to his empty house. He dressed again in the clothes he had on when his wife left then sat down and relived the events of the last hour or so. It had been so exciting and had gone so far beyond his wildest expectations and dreams that he found himself getting hard again, an unusually swift recovery after ejaculation for him. 

He reached inside his clothing to fondle himself...



David and John Ch. 03



It was nearly two weeks before they could get together again, a frustrating two weeks for David who had masturbated many times reliving their first meeting. Apart from a hasty kiss and fumble through their clothing whenever he could find an excuse to 'pop round' to Johns house, all he had was his memories and his hand. Eventually his wife arranged to go out with a friend for a morning so he rang John and it was set up.

As soon as she had left he put on a pair of sheer black see-through panties with pink hearts and admired himself briefly in the mirror. Then donning his track suit bottoms and a tee shirt he hurried round to John's house to be let in immediately he knocked on the door. As soon as the door closed they were in each others arms, mouths pressed together holding each other tight as if they were two lovers desperate for each other. As they pulled apart David expelled a long breath

'Bloody hell, that was some greeting!'

'I've missed you,' said John, 'a lot.'

'I can tell,' said David with a smile, 'and I missed you too.'

Taking his hand, John led him back into the sitting room where they immediately went into another long kiss and cuddle. 

This time as they broke apart David said 'I've brought you a present.' and pulled from his pocket a pair of shiny blue satin panties.

John took them with a look of appreciation and fondled the smooth material in his fingers.

'They're lovely,' he breathed, 'thank you.' and kissed him again.

'Let me help you put them on.' said David as John quickly pushed down his joggers and stepped out of them.

He wasn't wearing any pants and his cock was already thickening, a sight that made David catch his breath. As he crouched down with the panties in one hand he ran his other hand up and down John's leg luxuriating in the abundance of hair on his limbs. On his whole body in fact. He loved the feel of the soft roughness and the reaction he was seeing inches from his face as the cock started to rise. On impulse he leant forward and placed a little kiss on the tip which was beginning to emerge from the skin then pulled back to watch as it thickened and lengthened more and the purple glans came more into view.

"You are beautiful.' he whispered and fought back the desire to take it deep into his mouth again. A soft 'Thank you' accompanied a caress of his head and he bent to the task of putting the panties on his partner.

He pulled them up slowly and with much caressing of John's legs until his penis and balls were comfortably tucked inside. John stood there as David's hand arranged his hard cock fondling and touching his helmet which was now completely free of his foreskin. He looked up and saw the desire in John's eye so bent forward and placed a long kiss on the satin covered underside of his penis then stood up.

He removed his own outer clothes quickly and the two men stood there looking at each other.

'Yours look lovely.' said John and reached out to feel David's erect but small prick through the material. He pulled him towards him and as they kissed again deeply they gently rubbed their crotches together and groaned into the others mouth. 

As they were kissing, their tongues exploring each other, David felt Johns hand slip inside his panties to hold his arse tight to him. He moaned softly and he pushed himself harder against the larger cock then pulled back a little to look down at the penis he so very much wanted to taste. There was a small darker patch on the satin now where John's penis had put some precum and David knew this was going to be another session that he would be masturbating about frequently in the coming days.

He pushed his own hands inside John's panties and felt for his now rigid cock straining against the blue satin. He started wanking him gently but John put a restraining hand over his.

'No not yet,' he murmured, 'I don't want to spunk off too soon.'

They pulled each other together again until their bellies and nipples were pressed hard and then David felt John's hands at his nipples. At first he gently rubbed them between his finger and thumbs but then harder and harder until he was pinching them quite viciously causing David to moan aloud into his lovers mouth.

'Yes!' he hissed, 'Yes!'

'You like that don't you you little bitch!'

'Oh god yes!'

With a final pull at his chest John stepped back.

'Let me have a look at you.' he said as he crouched down.

David felt his penis being stroked through the near transparent material and it was heavenly. It was what he had been dreaming and masturbating about since their last meeting and here it was happening to him. As John pulled his panties down David's prick sprang up to stick out three inches from his crotch and John's finger and thumb started playing with it.

'Haven't you got a tiny cock,' murmured John, 'just about enough to piss with. How do you manage to fuck and satisfy your wife? She must wank herself off a lot and think you're pathetic.'

David closed his eyes as he heard these words. The humiliation was just what he was seeking, another person belittling his tiny prick, the latest of many people who had done the same throughout his life. In the school showers he had been the object of a lot of ridicule but he has secretly reveled in it and would masturbate furiously in the privacy of his bedroom later. He was stiffer now than he had been in a long time.

'And so thin too.' He felt John squeezing his shaft. 'Like a matchstick with a big head.'

The insulting words and rough handling of his penis was taking David perilously close to his orgasm so he pulled back and helped John to his feet before crouching down himself to pull the stained panties down Johns thighs. His penis sprang up, freed from the restraint and looked wonderful leering at him from the dense bush of dark pubic hair. It was at least six inches long and David could barely close his finger and thumb round the shaft. The end was like a small plum, purple with engorged blood and the whole of the glans was glistening with the precum seeping from his pisshole. There was a strong fresh musky aroma coming from his genitals and as he lent forward to inhale it better he felt John's hands on the back of his head.

'Go on suck it, you know you want to!'

He looked up at John.

'Just fucking do it!' John growled and pushed David's head firmly into his crotch.

As his lips closed over John's penis David luxuriated in the taste of what was in his mouth. The salty precum and the sweet smell of John's body were an aphrodisiac and he knew that if he even touched his own prick now he would spend on John's carpet.

He took as much of the erect penis into his mouth as he could and felt his head being clasped firmly into John's crotch as he fell back onto the settee. In doing so the cock pushed back into his throat nearly making him gag but then started to make fucking movements into David's trapped face. 

'Go on you fucking cum-slut! Suck it out of me!'

David tried to do as he was told but it was difficult with so much of the shaft in his mouth. His nose was squashed against the rough hair and every breath carried the aroma of John's body and he delighted that John had cleaned and perfumed himself before they met.

He felt his partner shifting on the settee and could see he was raising his leg.

'Finger my hole! Go on! Feel it!'

David felt through Johns legs and pressed his fingers into the cleft between his buttocks. It felt warm in there and as his middle finger found what it was seeking, he pushed it inside to the first joint. He heard him groan and felt the strong muscle alternately clench and relax on his finger so pushed in further. It was hot inside John's body.

'Oh fuck yes.' breathed John, 'Fuck me.'

The combined effects of David's mouth and the finger sawing in and out of John's arsehole took him swiftly to his climax and he held David tight as he emptied his bollocks into his face. All the while he was grunting and cursing with his head pressed against the back of the settee and David could feel the strong involuntary spasms of the sphinctre on his finger.

When the grip on his head was relaxed he pulled back carefully closing his lips around the still stiff and twitching prick to gather all the sperm it had ejected. He sat back on his haunches and looked at the man who had just given him something he craved for and opened his mouth to show the semen on his tongue before swallowing it.. He was a bit surprised when John suddenly lent forward and grasping his head more softly this time, kissed him deeply probing the still salty and clammy mouth with his tongue. 

'Oh god, that was fantastic,' he said breathlessly, 'Thank you.' and bent to kiss him again. 

David could feel weak pulses on his finger still buried in John who flinched a little as he slowly withdrew it.

He puled away as John lay back resting on he settee and just looked at the man who had given him exactly what he wanted, a mouthful of thick salty sperm. He would taste this in his imagination every time he masturbated in the privacy of his toilet or gently beside his sleeping wife in bed at night wishing it was this man bedside him not her.

'Your turn now.'

The words shook him out of his thoughts.

'Lay on the floor.'

He did as he was told and John bent down to grasp the little stump of his erect cock and start wanking it.

'Pathetic! I can hardly hold the fucking thing.'

He was rubbing the skin up and down and David arched his crotch up off the floor. He could feel his own orgasm approaching and the demeaning comments from his friend heightened his anticipation.

'I'm going to pull it right off your body you little cum-slut!'

He was really pulling on his cock hard now and gripping it tightly.

'You wouldn't miss it would you? Your tiny little pee pee.'

Although he felt the contractions in his body his sperm only poured out of his penis rather than spurt and even that brought forth a derisory comment.

'Look at that! More like piss than cum!'

He continued pulling viciously on David's penis smearing the whitish semen over his shaft and pubis until the sensation got too much and David pulled his hand away. 

'No more....please!'

As John took his hand away he raised it to Davids face.

'Go on suck it off. Clean up your mess.'

For the second time in a few minutes David tasted sperm but this time it was the familiar flavour of his own. He sucked Johns fingers and licked his hand all over to make sure none was lost then he sat up. As he did John got off the settee to sit beside him.

'Look.....I'm sorry....I didn't mean to be so mean or nasty. I'm sorry.'

He pulled David to him gently tis time and kissed him slowly and softly on the lips, a kiss to which David responded by opening his and letting his tongue play lovingly with Johns.

'No don't apologise,' he said as they parted, 'I love what you did to me. I loved the roughness and the way you took command of me. It was wonderful.'

He looked straight into Johns eyes.

'Would you do it again next time?' he whispered.

John smiled as he bent to kiss him again...



David and Jonathan



Bromance? 

More than that. Way more than that. 

David and Jonathan. 

By name and by nature. 

Man love. The love of one male of the species for another male of the species. 

And certainly not platonic. When they got into it, they got into it. Lusty, greedy, hungry, sucking, deep-throat oral. All arms and legs, face-fucking, soixante-neuf. Anal, sometimes hot, sweaty, grappling, winner takes all. Sometimes slow, languid, muscular, caressing. Other times hard-core rutting, snorting, grunting, ass-stretching, chest-thumping, Tarzan-yell straight out fucking. If you were ever invited for a weekend at their beach condo you would know.

But there were also quieter times, shared moments. Hunkered on a beach for instance, looking out over the water, skipping stones, tracing figures in the sand and watching them disappear. Or holed up in a cabin, cracking a single malt, straight up, ruminating on the problems of the day. 

And there were also those moments when what was needed were the arms of one around the other, being held by the other, close, body to body, the steadiness of the one shared with the other, vital.

Two guys, hitting it off. Pool buddies, gym buddies, one spotting the other, urging the other for one more lap, one more rep, and then another. Out of the pool, the gym, jazzing each other. Socially. In their business dealings.

No PDAs, public or private. Unless you count ass-grabbing. At home. Never in public. And sometimes, in the kitchen when one was preparing something, - and let me tell you, both of them knew their way around a kitchen - the other would come up behind and put his arms around the other's waist, rest his chin on the his shoulder. And sometimes, playful, grind his crotch into the other's ass. 

But no holding hands, no walking arm-in-arm, or arms interlocked around the other's waist. Just the assurance that the other was by his side. 

And no cloying terms of endearment. No 'darling', or 'hun', or 'sweetie'. Nothing like that. 'Bud' or 'Buddy' or 'Best Buddy', yes. Maybe 'Friend', or 'My Friend'. Or, more usually, in all that it meant, 'Mate'. 

Two guys who knew, when there was need to speak, what the other was going to say. When there was no need to speak, what the other was thinking. Two guys for whom there was no reason to think it had not always been that way, and would always be that way. 

Alike as two who weren't but could have been brothers. Everybody remarked on it. Age, height, build, colouring, temperament. 

Six-four, give or take a half-inch. Muscled. Sleek. Slim. Some bodybuilders go for the big and muscle-bound. Not them, just the opposite. Fluid, liquid, articulated, aesthetic. And in the water, they both looked as good in the water as they did out of it. 

And here maybe was the difference. They were both were into bodybuilding and swimming. David was the swimmer, into bodybuilding for what it could do for him in the water. Jonathon was the bodybuilder, into swimming for what it could do for him as a bodybuilder. But perfect. Both of them. 

T, D and H, both of them. David, Celtic dark. Hair, black, wavy. Untamed. The bod, hairy but not furry. Black, wiry. Pecs, abs, belly, legs. Mostly he kept it clipped, - number three - neither ape nor clean. And the beard, dark, which likewise he kept to a three days scruff. 'It's sex-ay,' he used to say. 

Of course when he was up for a meet it all came down, the hair, the beard and the body hair, clean for speed. But the way it grew, it would all be back in a week or so anyway. Five o'clock shadow five minutes after he shaved. 

Jonathan, as much the Celt, but bodybuilder clean all the time. Three days max and it was a whole body shave, head to toe. 

Outgoing? Believe it. 

Fun-loving? Yup, up for just about anything, anytime. 

A wild side? You gotta be kidding. Definitely, a wild side! In those eyes, Jonathon's particularly, always something dancing. At the same time, something deeper, mysterious, a bit of the dark side. David particularly. Touching on dangerous even. 

Hang ups? Not them! Uninhibited. Really. 'Live and let live' - that was their motto. 

They were a smart dressers, with an eye for cut and quality and what would look good. And more, with their athleticism, and putting themselves out as models, they knew how to make it look good. But, dressing only as circumstances demanded. At home or wherever, whenever, shucking off shoes, shirts and pants. Naked. Always bare-assed naked. The freedom of nothing at all. Dress was optional for anyone invited or dropping in. 

For certain, sharing the same space, something, or sometimes rubbing one or the other the wrong way, there would be words, stubborn silences. But always there was regard for the line that must not be crossed, and eventually, apologies, and the other coming round.

And invariably that meant, well, in up to the balls, humping, pounding, rocking and rolling, belly-to-belly, cheek-to-cheek, edging, then, arms wrapped around backs, legs-entwined, going for the gold, the sharp, hard thrusts, reciprocated, over and over, fingers clawing at the mattress, moaning involuntarily, and over the top, the ejaculation, powerful, shooting hot, hard, deep into the other; consummation, warm, spreading, sexual satisfaction, each continuing to hold the other, then drifting off; then waking, flip-flopping top for bottom, penetrating, deep, to the balls, again the waves of one body merging with the other, late into the night.

Mutually exclusive. No strange C or A for them. Not that there weren't opportunities. They were a couple of hot numbers. There was always somebody, of either gender, checking out one or the other and putting the moves on. But it was always 'thanks a lot, but no thanks - the only one I am interested in is the one I've got!' 

Sure, into bodybuilding as they were, and built, they would check out a dude with a good build, but it was the build more than it was the package that had them turn heads and take notice. 

As for the package, they could have been doing porn. David, uncut, long, like seven plus. Skin-back, he called it the one-eyed monster. Not original. But he was not exaggerating. Jonathon, likewise uncut. But thick. The other one-eyed monster. Straight up when he was hard. Stood them in good stead as models. They had the goods for swimwear and underwear shoots . 

What got them together? It was sort of their own Brokeback Mountain. A wilderness camping trip they had gotten talked into with a bunch of guys. It had turned wet and cold, and the choice was to spend the night shivering with your teeth chattering, or do the common sense thing, bunk in together, snuggle up and keep warm. So they zipped their sleeping bags together and got cozy.

How cozy and how much sleep they got, well ... But apparently in the morning they were not the only ones not sure where to look when it came to squaring the other guys in the eye. There were several who came home with new fuck buddies. 

But they were the only ones who took it further than that. It wasn't long after that they moved in together, in time bought the condo, which eventually they flipped for the penthouse. The sexual attraction had been mutual for some time, but neither of them knew just what to do about it. It was the camping trip where, and when, it was consummated. 

Started out they were working for the same dot.com, in different departments, dumped on the street when the company imploded. They got together on some contract work, which landed them a retainer and the breathing room to establish themselves as independents. To help keep the wolf at bay, they signed with an agency, did some movie background work, and some modelling gigs. As they got older they were in demand as mature models.

That was how the travel bug bit, ranging farther and wider on locales for photo shoots. It was their ambition to at least swim in all seven seas, set foot on each of the five continents. And they did manage to see a fair bit of the world. Latin America, the Mayan ruins. Oz, the Land Down Under, Bondi Beach, the Reef. Europe. France, Paris, the Riviera. Italy, Rome, Florence. Greece, Athens, the Greek Islands, Santorini. England and Scotland. 

Scotland particularly. They kept going back. The Highlands and the Isles. Tramping the glens, sailing the lochs. The lure and the lore of ancient ancestral holdings, long gone. Leaving the car, searching on foot for what might remain. Misty mornings, rainy days, peat fires in the pub. 

They had one favourite pub that did B and B. Ocean views on one side, the hills behind. Come and go as they pleased. Or not. Some days, particularly when there was no letting up to 'the Scottish mist', they would just hang about the pub, or likely as not hang the privacy sign on the door, and go for a 'roll in the heather,' as they called it.

So when did it all go wrong? 

They were in Scotland. David's 50th birthday. Apparently there is a cairn marking one of the Clan lands. Not easy to get to. But David figured this was where he wanted to be when he turned over his half-century. In the photographs, they are triumphant, but the hike there and back was more really than Jonathan could handle. 

For maybe more than a year he had been off on what he had been able to lift, and on his times in the pool. He put it down to age, but there was the nagging suspicion it was something more. It was this hike that convinced them to get it checked out.

Their doctor, long time friend, put him through a battery of tests. And then he called them in.

Somehow it was what they had expected. But they were devastated by the prognosis, the doctor likewise. "Three years, maybe less, with care maybe longer." 

The symptoms were already well advanced, he explained. Rapidly progressing weakness. That they were already aware of. Muscle atrophy and the involuntary twitching. That too they were aware of. Eventually there would be spasticity, tightening, and the inability to stretch the muscles. Difficulties getting out words - 'dysarthria' - swallowing - 'dysphagia' - and, as more and more neurons were hit, 'dyspnea,' progressively difficult breathing. Until in the end .. 

"ALS. Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. Lou Gehrig's disease. There is no cure. But it can be managed."

"Sorry," the doctor concluded. Sorry for them, sorry that he, knowing them as friend as well as physician, had to tell them.

Their lovemaking that night was particularly intense. Deep. Poignant.

"I want you in me as deep, as high up into me as you can get," Jonathan said.

And David, kneeling, obliging, lubed Jonathan's ass, and himself, positioned himself, guided the head of his dick to the other's asshole, and pushed, Jonathan spreading his ass cheeks to him. There was the inevitable surprised quick whimper as they achieved penetration, then the waiting until the sphincter could yield to accommodate him, further whimpers as he pushed himself in, the other grinding his hips to draw him in as he pushed. Familiar sensations, yet not, never the same twice in all of the years, the one yielding to the other to allow full entry to his interior, until the other had reached the fullest extent of his ability to reach as deep and as high up as he could.

"Just keep it there," Jonathan said, "I just want you there, to know you are there, just as you are right now." His arms around the David's back, he pulled him in to himself, holding him tight. And David obliged by pulling Jonathan tight to himself. 

And they continued holding each other, body with body, the one high up in the other. Holding, and being held there. No words. Just their two bodies together. Breathing now coming into rhythm. Heartbeats likewise. Muscle and sinew yielding to accommodate the other. Two souls reaching out each to the other.

No rutting. No ass pounding. No rush for climax. There would be, again, at other times, later, but not now. Now, holding each other, tight, hips grinding imperceptibly, gently, and the one high up in the one, gently stroking, the gentlest of love making, though the word never had passed either's lips, of male love making, though again the word had never passed either's lips, but love making, male love making, the love of one male for another being given its most intimate expression. 

There were tears, which the other first thumbed away, gently, then kissed away. There were attempts at speaking, Jonathan, which David shushed, "Not now. Not tonight. There will be time," he said.

Then, inevitably, the stirring in the loins. The thrusts a little harder. The give and take more insistent. Until, the nose of one buried deep in the shoulder of the other, the one pushing himself as high and deep as he was able, the other pushing back to take him, likewise, as high and deep as he was able, the muffled, startled cries as the one expended his life-force, shooting it high, deep into the other. They came together, David high up in Jonathan, Jonathan between their two bellies. Grasping each other, holding the other as close as it was possible to hold him. The little cries of having been completed, of having been fulfilled. Tongues finding tongues, mouth pressed to mouth, the consummation complete. 

And it was like that, each time after that. Well, maybe not every time. There were some nights of raucous, mattress thumping delight like before, but even then there was also the realization, unspoken, that each time now would be one time less, that one of them would be going on without the other. 

Through the weeks and months following on the prognosis, the one came to assume more and more of what had been done jointly as the other became less and less capable. At first it was assistance getting into and out of bed. Then help standing. Then sitting. Walking. Dressing. Grooming. And the intimacies and indignities of personal hygiene. 

Even as the penthouse took on more and more of the aspects of a hospital ward, and the load became ever more demanding, there were no complaints. As the one's capabilities diminished, when depression took hold, the other became the anchor. Passion was sublimated in compassion. Ardour tempered with tenderness. When the slightest touch became painful, a jarring of the bed excruciating, the other opted for a foam pad and duvet on the floor. And as he became more and more expert in turning the other on the bed, the hands of the patient, now bird-like, touching, and, the eyes, gaunt, looking directly into the eyes of the caregiver, with a gratitude and much more, heartfelt.

Finally, in the end, the decision for a hospice. The patient, emaciated, fragile, the once-sculpted physique no more now than skin and bones. The other, moving in with his pad to be in close proximity, burned out beyond exhaustion, but determined to continue, even, or particularly, in the grief of imminent bereavement. 

Very quickly they became something of staff favourites, with comment and compliments on the quality and extent of the care the one was able to extend to the other, and the general acceptance and humour of the other to his situation. 

The stay stretched out to two weeks, then three, and into a fourth. 

It was the afternoon of the Thursday of the fourth week when the nurse at the desk heard him cry out, looked up and saw David, lurching as he tried to stand, struggling for air, fists clenched at his chest, then collapse to the floor. She rushed to him, calling for assistance, fingered the carotid for a pulse, then the wrist, separated his fists, and began CPR. A second nurse went to the patient, saw the head as it turned, and felt for a pulse, waited, then laid the hand down.

Several years later, bantering as they did in the locker room, a group of gym buddies got around to talking about them, wondering what had finally become of them. There had been no funeral. No announcements of any final arrangements.

"I can tell you exactly what became of them." 

It was the City guy who worked the crematorium. "Nothing. I've still got them, waiting for whoever to decide who's gonna take care of them."

"You mean, nobody ..?" someone said. 

"Nope," he shook his head. "They had joint estates. The lawyers and insurance companies and the families are in litigation to decide who survived whom, and who is going to inherit. So in the meantime .. "

"Fuck. That can go on forever." It was one of the older guys in the group. 

Some while later, some months or so, this older guy asked the dude from the crematorium if there was anything doing.

"Nope."

"Fuck," the older guy repeated. 'That ain't right."

Some months later he asked again. And got the same answer. 

Then he wanted to know, "What happens if the lawyers get it all, and nobody inherits?"

"Well, eventually, if they are not claimed, we'll do a dispersal."

"Whadda ya mean?'

"A dispersal. There's a Memorial Garden where we scatter remains that have been unclaimed."

"Fuck." The older guy said again.

And later still, when the two of them were alone, the older guy raised the question again. 

"Still there," the Crematorium guy said. 

Then, the older guy wanted to know, "What happens if they just sort of disappear?"

The Crematorium guy shrugged. "Guess they just sort of disappear."

One autumn day later that year a small two-seater took off from a private airfield north and east of Oban. When the pilot leveled off over the Trossachs, he reached for a canister. Earlier, he had emptied into it the contents of two heavy-gauge plastic bags. He spun off the lid, banked, and let loose a long trail of grey-white ash. 

Then, circling back, he dipped his wings, and disappeared into a bank of clouds.