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What Was I Thinking? The Beginning

By: Daedalus369



The day had finally come. I'd soon be moving into my newly refurbished house, according to the contractor, Mr. Gorton. Well, hopefully it really would be done this time. Mr. Gorton or Marty the malefactor as I sometime referred to him, had promised that everything was finished and done exactly according to my specifications. According to him, all that was left was my final inspection and approval.

I'd found a great piece of beach front property with a decent house on it. The house itself was something of a wreck, but it had a great view, lots of space and definite potential.

After six months of planning and a whole year of work I was finally happy with the results. Marty's reputation for excellent workmanship only slightly surpassed his reputation for being a reprobate. I had fired his ass several times over the past eighteen months, but somehow we'd always managed to work things out.

I pulled into the driveway and saw a workman's truck. I just assumed that it was one of Marty's.

As I stepped inside, I looked around. Everything seemed to be in order.

"Hey! Marty?" I yelled.

No answer. I walked in looking around to make sure that everything was as clean as I had specified.

We'd gone around and around about the fact that the finished product be immaculate. After all I was paying him top dollar so I expected a certain level of excellence. That included cleaning up after his workmen were done.

After a few seconds I saw a head pop up from behind the newly installed wet bar.

"Where's Gorton?" I demanded angrily.

"Well, I don't actually know where he is at the moment, but"

"What?" I interrupted, very irritated.

This wasn't the first time that Marty had stood me up, but it would surely be the last.

"But", The guy insisted, "He called me not long ago and said that he would be here any minute."

"Well, why the hell didn't he call me to say that he'd be late?"

"Hmmm, I really couldn't say." He said, politely. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

I didn't respond. I just walked around the house inspecting every little detail. Trying to find some fault that I could complain about. The workman simply went back to his task, which was cleaning out the cabinets that he'd just recently finished installing.

After I'd cooled down a bit, I went back into living room where the guy was finishing up. In all honesty, after walking around my newly reconditioned house, I was really quite pleased.

It finally struck me that I had been unduly rude to this workman. He was a really shabby looking guy with almost shoulder length dark curly hair and a three day old beard. His baggy assed work clothes only added to his unkempt look. But that was certainly no excuse for my behavior.

His eyeglasses were the old fashioned Buddy Holly kind which had probably made him even more invisible to me. He didn't look any different than the rest of the guys who'd worked here before.

There was certainly nothing remarkable about this guy, except the fact that I had been unnecessarily rude to him and that just wasn't me. For most of my life I'd made it a point to try to treat everyone with the same degree of respect I would expect. This was especially important now that I had quite a bit of money.

I slowly ambled back over to where he was working.

"Listen I'm sorry about all that. I'm Craig." I said, offering him my hand.

"Yes, I know who you are Mr. Brooks." He said accepting my hand with a smile and shaking it firmly. "And don't worry about it."

"Yeah, well, I really feel I should apologize to you for being so nasty earlier." I told him.

"Oh no, its no problem." He waved it off as unimportant. "Mr. Gorton has a way of pissing off all of his clients sooner or later."

As we gazed at each other, he removed his glasses. I finally noticed the color of his eyes and I was quite amazed. At first they seemed to be an almost liquid color of pale brown. Like the color of raw honey reflecting the early morning sun. They were the brilliantly luminescent.

In fact, upon closer inspection I discovered that his eyes weren't exactly brown. Well, not entirely brown I should say. There were flecks of green radiating out from the pupil, which blended and balanced the color.

I just stood staring at him like an idiot. I was immobilized by his eyes.

The stark contrast of his beautifully luminescent eyes and thick, black hair simply astounded me. In my entire life, I don't believe that I had ever seen eyes quite that color. Especially on a dark haired man.

Suddenly I realized that I was still holding his hand firmly in my grip. I relaxed my hand intending to break the handshake, but it was he who held onto my hand now.

I tried to stop staring. I backed my focus off his eyes and sort of looked past him, gazing around at the room. When I returned my eyes to him, I quickly took his full measure, looking him up and down. He just stood silently, kind of grinning at me.

Once again I tried to relinquish the handshake. But he only smiled and used his other hand to grasp mine more firmly and give it a few more pumps.

"I'm Jake Bauer by the way." He said in a low deep tone.

Not knowing what else to say I indicated to the job he'd just finished. "Well, you've certainly done a fine job on the bar Jake."

He continued to stared into my eyes, still holding my hand in his and smiling.

Finally I pulled my hand out his, trying not to use too much force. He looked me up and down, exactly as I'd done to him a moment ago, only he was far more obvious about it.

"The next move is up to you." His expression seem to say.

What the hell was going on here? I'd been able to resisted the flirtatious attempts of most other men before. And women too for that matter. What made him so special?

I really had no idea what to do next. I knew what I wanted to do, which was thank him for his work and walk away, but I was glued to the spot. I hate when I feel awkward and tense like this.

Who the fuck is this guy? More importantly why am I so attracted to him?

Suddenly, as if I were watching the actions of someone else, I saw my own hands reach out and start to unbutton his shirt. His eyes followed the movements of my hands, then he looked back up at me. He sort of cocked his head to the side and raised one eyebrow quizzically, as if silently asking, "What the hell are you doing?" I froze.

He saw the panic register on my face as I stopped all motion. And then a mischievous little grin played across his sensuously full lips. This fucker was toying with me.

I couldn't help thinking what a bad idea this was as he quickly reached out and unbuckled my belt. Still fixing me with his gaze, Jake leaned in and kissed me.

Within second we were both naked from the waist up and quickly had our pants down around our ankles. Just as quickly I had him bent over my new bar counter.

His furry little round ass was quite a sight. I knew it wasn't going to be very easy for me to fit my oversized cock into his tight fuck hole.

Before I knew what was happening, I was half way up his tight hole. It took a mouthful of saliva and quite a bit of effort to force the first half of my long thick dick up inside this man. I was rushing this fuck at an insane pace, but I didn't care. I was relentless and brutal.

Somehow he'd managed to get one of his work boot clad feet out of the tangled trousers around his ankles. This gave me more room to spread his well muscled and hairy legs even further apart.

All I heard was a lot of "Motherfuck!" and "Damn That Hurts!" for the first few minutes. Finally I settled into a good fucking rhythm with him. He was taking my big thick dick like a champ now. I could see his tight ass ring cling to my rod on the out strokes.

It hadn't been easy getting my cock inside this man. Even after plowing the first half of my dick into him, his asshole was still like a vise. Thankfully, he was quiet now, just little grunts and groans. I paid no attention to it as I drove my manhood up inside his little round butt.

I pushed his head down further onto the faux marble counter top and roughly grabbed his waist as I tried to get my cock even deeper into his sexy body.

I figured that this was just a quick fuck with a guy that I'd never see again after today, so why not fuck the hell out of him. His asshole resisted every stroke and that just fueled my fire. I couldn't stop this action even if I wanted to. My lust had taken me over and it was very clear at that moment that this is what I was born to do.

I noticed the small patch of black hair at the base of his spine that crept right down into the crack of ass. I was falling more in love with this guy with every thrust.

Before I had so roughly and carelessly spun him around, I'd noticed how well defined his body was. Especially his torso which was dusted with a smooth layer of dark hair that seemed to lay down against his skin.

I couldn't have known how good he would look beneath those ratty construction clothes he wore. The combination of his muscular body and tight round butt just made me more horny, so I worked his ass extra hard.

This man was as tight as I've ever felt. There were moments when I thought the skin would rip right off my dick or that it would break in half trying to get back inside him.

His strong and calloused hand on my thigh told me that he couldn't take much more. His hand kept alternately squeezing and then trying to push me backward. But I wasn't about to abandon this prize. I was in way too deep to think about anything other than a full fledged fuck.

I could only imagine the pain he must have been in. However, at that moment, I couldn't have cared less. Actually I did care, I just couldn't stop.

He wasn't making much noise at all, but I could see the contortions of his face as he turned his head from side to side. Again, this only fueled my fire.

I drove my lust engorged cock in and out of him with little regard for his feelings or needs. I could feel him jerk and tense under me but I was only concerned with my impending orgasm which was fast approaching. My balls were already pulled up tightly against my body and ready to explode.

At moments like these I get very philosophical. How could any man ever deprive himself of such a sweet piece of nirvana like his buddy's asshole? It's one of the sweetest pleasure imaginable.

At the same time, we both heard the footfalls outside the door. They were coming up the stone stairs. We both froze in mid stroke. His hand on his cock and my dick halfway in, halfway out of his tight asshole.

From that moment forward, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Sort of like time-lapsed photography, where you don't catch every second, just momentary glimpses of things just before time moves forward again and then stops.

The door knob began to turn slowly and before I could even blink Jake had pulled his ass off my dick and was trying desperately to get his pants back on while simultaneously running to the far corner of the bar. It would have been quite comical under almost any other circumstance.

The door flung open and there stood Marty. I could only watch as his eyes came up to meet mine. We looked at each other for just a second, then his eyes dropped right down my body to my still pulsing hardon. I was mortified.

I stood there naked before this man whom I'd insisted for so long, take me seriously over these past months. I was thoroughly humiliated. I was a deer caught in the headlights. I couldn't move. He just stood there, staring at my throbbing cock for a long moment.

Finally his eyes ran back up my taut body to meet my wide open and staring eyes. But by then I was staring back at Jake who had finally gotten his trousers up and was still buttoning them. I could see him pleading silently with me not to look in his direction, but by then it was too late. Marty had followed my gaze and seen him in the far corner.

Then suddenly everything snapped back into perspective. "After all this is my fucking house!" I thought to myself.

"Can I have a moment of privacy please, Mr. Gorton!" I said with a great deal of authority in my voice.

It was all I could think to say as I fix my eyes back on Marty. He briefly cast a disdainful look in Jake's general direction and then back at me.

"Of course Mr. Brooks."

As Marty backed out of the house, all I could do was take a deep breath and sigh. Jake laughed right out loud.

"Hmm, this could be trouble." He said in a tone that mocked the seriousness of the situation. He finished dressing and gathering up his tools.

"Will he fire you?" I asked, pulling up my pants and finding my shirt.

"Who Marty?" Jake asked, laughing. "He can't fire me. I've already finished the job. Besides, I'm a subcontractor, not one of his permanent employees."

"Oh! Alright. But here look, you haven't exactly finished the job here have you?" I said, pointing to my still bulging crotch.

Jake just smiled at me as I fondled my crotch. We found ourselves again just staring at each other.

"Well, we'll just have to schedule a time for me to come back so the job can be finished properly." He said, winking at me.

"Here's my number. Give me a call and we'll see what we can set up." I told him.

I couldn't help thinking what a grubby looking unshaven mess he was with his clothes back on. He ran his hand through his long locks. But regardless of how he was dressed, he was definitely a good fuck.

I also couldn't help thinking how uncharacteristically I was behaving. Like a horny fucking dog. I smiled at that thought.

"Alright," Jake said, taking the piece of paper with my number on it.

"And don't worry about Marty. I've caught him in one or two compromising situations before. He wouldn't dare say anything."

"Okay."

"Well, I'd better get going." Jake said, flashing his stunning smile.

Marty came back inside a short while later. This time he knocked. We went over every single detail in the house. Since the living quarters actually start on the second level, we went down to the ground floor which is separated into two parts. The front half of the ground floor is actually the garage and back half is sort of like a basement.

We continued on up to the living quarters on the second floor and then the loft which overlooks the living room. Finally, out onto the deck which had to be completely rebuilt. I was very satisfied, so I paid him.

Early Friday morning I got things rolling. It took me no time at all to get moved in. The movers I hired had everything in place by noon. I had been buying new furnishings since the day I found the place. All of it had gone into storage until moving day. I hadn't brought anything with me from back east except my most personal possessions.

By mid Sunday morning I was all but done. The last thing I had do was set up all of my computers and audio-video equipment. Certainly the most grueling task, but also the most satisfying. I love my computers only slightly more than I love my stereo system and my CD collection.

Early Sunday evening, I got an unexpected phone call.

"Hello?" I answered.

"How's the new place?"

"Just great." I said, not recognizing the voice. "Who is this?"

"Its Jake."

"Oh hey, what's up man?" I was genuinely surprised to hear his voice.

"Look, I thought I'd drop by if you weren't too busy. You know, just to hang out for a while, or whatever."

"No, I'm not busy. Come on by."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No, not yet." I answered.

"I thought as much. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

"Not to worry, I'll be there in a flash." He hung up.

Honestly, I'd been so busy that I'd forgotten about Jake. Well, not entirely. I certainly did remembered our little unfinished fuck session.

Less than ten minutes later he was ringing the buzzer. Obviously, he'd called from his cell phone on the road.

"Come on up." I said into the intercom and buzzed the gate open for him.

When he stepped inside, I was immediately shocked and dismayed. For a second I thought that I had let the wrong person inside.

"Dinner." He held out the pizza and beer.

"And a house warming present." He handed me a bottle of wine.

"Thanks." I mumbled, absentmindedly staring at him.

God, he was stunning. The only recognizable thing about him was the color of his eyes. That very unique color was again staring back at me and I was utterly dumbfounded. Otherwise, he looked completely different.

"Something wrong?" He asked innocently, looking puzzled.

Somehow his eyebrows seemed thicker and his eyes were deeper set in his face, but that was the least of what seemed different about him. I wasn't at all convinced that this was indeed the same guy. This guy standing in my kitchen was fucking gorgeous and extremely well groomed.

"No, nothing's wrong. Come on in." I stuttered.

Jake was absolutely clean shaven. He had on a nice sweater over a plain white tee shirt and jeans. But the biggest change in him was that he'd gotten his hair cut really short. It was more like a buzz cut and it suited him extremely well. "Man, this guy cleaned up real nice." I thought to myself.

My heart started to pound furiously in my chest. I could feel my cock stretching down my pant leg.

"Oh, the haircut." He said, realizing why I was staring. He rubbed his head. "You like?"

"Yeah, absolutely. You look, uh..." I wanted to say that he looked beautiful but that wasn't quite right. He looked, well delicious. I had a brief fantasy of having my way with him right here, right now.

"Different?" He suggested.

"You look good." I said, as my mouth watered and my dick twitch in my pants. "Really good!"

"Well, thanks! That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all day." Jake said, clapping me on the shoulder.

He was no longer the workman mutt that I'd seen him as before. He had transformed himself into a fine looking specimen of a man. My God, was I sweating?

"Yeah, I thought it was time for a change." He said, nodding and looking around absently. Then he looked directly at me. "Did you just call me a mutt?"

"Fuck, did I say that out loud?" I wondered. I was quite sure that I hadn't.

"What? No!" I answered, still looking at him.

"Oh, I could have sworn you said..." He shook his head. "Never mind."

"Come on, let's go in here." I said, as I started to walk past him into the other room.

As soon as I was close enough to him, he grabbed my arm and spun me back towards him. He stared into my face for a brief moment, then we kissed.

He grabbed me by the back of my neck and stuck his tongue inside my mouth very insistently. My arms instinctively went around his muscular torso, caressing his strong back. I felt a flash of heat sweep over me. It was pure lust.

I was out of my mind with desire for this new look on Jake. He reminded me of this male porn star that I'd once met. Only Jake was better looking and had fresher breath.

Jake had brought hot pizza, beer and wine. And not just any wine but a really nice Cabernet. I was very impressed. This guy was a little more complex than I'd given him credit for.

As we walked into the living room he said, "Wow, I see someone has been quite busy."

"Yeah, I figure its best to get it all done right away, otherwise it could take forever. I'm a habitual procrastinator."

"Looks great." He said looking around. "You must've been working around the clock the get all this done so quickly."

"Something like that."

"What? No hot tub?"

"I'm not a hot tub kinda guy."

"I don't see any of that retro crap either, good for you."

We took a couple of beers and made ourselves comfortable in front of the television. Him on the sofa, me in my obscenely expensive, new recliner.

All evidence to the contrary, I'm never comfortable around people that I don't know well. Oh, I can put up a good front, but the plain truth is, unless I'm extremely close to a person, I'm constantly on edge. And I am not close with very many people.


What Was I Thinking? The Beginning Ch. 02



Apathy And Promiscuity

Lately, I've come to a place in life where nothing feels as good as it once did. I get almost no joy from the things that I once loved. Even my favorite foods seem somewhat bland.

Perhaps its due to my recent breakup with Jorge, one of the finest human beings on the planet. I'm not sure. But what scares me is that I really don't feel that bad about it. I don't feel anything about it.

Or maybe the breakup is just another symptom of this pervasive feeling of apathy that seems to have become a way of life for me lately.

When I first met Jorge, he was my raison d'etre. We had a really good thing going between us. Although we didn't actually live together, we did spend a great deal of time together and he was more a part of my life than anyone I've ever known. Even now we remain very good friends and still occasionally engage in sex, because, well, he's fucking hot.

This feeling of ennui that I'm experiencing may just be a mild depression. I feel utterly desensitized. Everything seems to bore the hell out of me and absolutely nothing shocks me anymore.

While I was still moping about, considering what I should do to try and shake off this creeping malaise, I received a phone call from my old boss and mentor, Andrew.

He invited me to his upcoming wedding. And of course I said yes, without any hesitation or reservation. Andrew is one of the few very people in the world that I can say is a true friend. And although I never really aspired to be like him, except the rich part, he was certainly a great role model.

We share a lot of the same mental attitudes. Work ethic being the primary bond between us.

Andrew had been my boss and the comptroller of the company when I first came to work for him. He actually served multiple functions within the company because he's a very smart guy without being an intellectual snob about it.

The first time I met him was in the restroom at work. He walked up to urinal next to the one I was using and casually took a piss. Now there were seven other urinals to choose from and we were the only two people in there.

Suddenly he rips this huge fart. You know, the kind that shake the floor beneath your feet. Anyway, it was my first day, so I had no idea who he was, since he'd been on vacation during my hiring process.

"Fuck, how long have you been saving that one up?" I laughed.

"Since the staff meeting." He confided, chuckling. "I let a few silent ones go during the meeting, but they weren't particularly toxic."

Still laughing a bit, I went to the sink to wash my hands and Andrew was right on my heels. Immediately I got sense that he was going to try something. Its happened before.

"You must be Craig". He said, smiling at me in the mirror while washing his hands.

"Yeah, I just started today." I smiled back.

After drying our hands, we shook and again Andrew twisted up his face and let another one rip. Again, it was loud as hell and I busted out laughing.

"Dude, you should have that checked out. I think you may have blown a gasket on that one." I smiled.

"Yeah, fucking breakfast burritos. I've gotta start eating better." He said, looking me up and down. "Anyway, I'm Andrew Wyndham. Your new boss."

My jaw dropped.

Seeing the expression on my face Andrew just chuckled, ushered me out of the bathroom and into his office.

We had an instant rapport. We just seemed to click. And before I knew it, I was managing my department while he moved up to Chief Financial Officer. My department still fell under his aegis, so I continued to be directly under him.

He really took me under his wing, explaining everything that he did and why he did it that way. I listened and learned, absorbing almost everything. Andrew seemed to enjoy having me as his protege almost as much as I enjoyed him being my mentor.

Every time we interacted with each other he made a point of putting his arm around my shoulder and dragging me into his office or where ever he happened to going at the time.

In all honesty, I had a bit of crush on Andrew. Just watching him run a meeting or simply dealing with another employee gave me such a hardon. But I kept those thoughts to myself for obvious reasons.

For the first eighteen months that I worked there, the only image I masturbated to was the one of Andrew that I kept in my mind. Sure he was at least a decade and a half older than me, but he was still hot.

At about six foot two, he was extremely fit. Devastatingly handsome and always very sure of himself. You could see his confidence in the way he moved. In a suit, his body is utterly enthralling, but on the few occasions that I'd seen him jeans and a t-shirt, I marvel at his magnificence. The man was truly a god.

Eventually, when I left the company, it was Andrew who brokered the deal for me and my co-author to sell of our software product to the highest bidder. And that deal put us both on easy street.

Andrew was a ruthless negotiator and took nothing for himself but a thanks for his efforts. It was the art of the deal that fed his ego. Besides he was already richer than me and my co-author, several times over.

When the deal was done he patted me on the back and said, "You don't ever have to work again for the rest of your life." And he was certainly right about that.

I genuinely loved Andrew. And I'm sure the feeling was mutual.

When I moved from the Midwest out to the west coast, he came out several times to help me flesh out the plans for my new house. That was about five years ago.

So when I got the call about his upcoming nuptials I was a bit surprised, but certainly glad to hear from him. We chatted about this and that for a while, then he told me about his new fiancee.

"Well, what did you do with the last one?" I chuckled into the phone.

"Well, you know, sometimes, these things just run their course. She got a pretty good settlement." He laughed. "Now down to brass tacks, how soon can I expect you? You'll stay at the house of course."

"Well how soon, is soon?" I inquired.

"ASAP!"

"I can be on a plane tomorrow." I assured him. "Is that soon enough?"

"Outstanding!" He boomed, in classic fashion. "I'll send a car to meet you."

Andrew's house is magnificent. A huge sprawling affair, superbly appointed. I was thrilled every time he invited me over, which was fairly frequently when I worked for him.

On the flight from LAX to Cleveland, I noticed a good looking young man sitting across the aisle from me. Every time he caught my eye he'd give me a slight smile.

I could feel a little bit of the old me coming back to life. For the first time in months I felt something more than apathy and indifference. And that something was a powerful erection. Pretty soon the young man got up and walked toward the bathroom.

A few seconds later I followed him. He wasn't in there very long. Standing very close to the door, I waited until I heard him open the latch and stepped closer. When he opened the door I was standing right there, looking at him.

He looked rather startled to see me standing there, as well he should. We locked eyes for a moment and then I stepped forward pushing him back into the small lavatory. I quickly locked the door behind me and stood almost nose to nose with him. I was completely still and just stared at him. Finally a little smile crossed his face and he reached up and put his hand on my chest.

It was cramped as hell in that tiny space. There was barely enough room to move. But we were able to kiss while opening each other's trousers. Soon we both had our pants down to our ankles and were fondling each other's cocks. I squeezed his hairy little ass with both hands and he immediately knew what I wanted, so he struggled to turn around.

He used his spit to lube his hole and I used my spit to lube my cock. Then I took aim at his hole. He pushed himself back and I pushed forward. Even with spit it was still a very dry fuck.

Eventually I was able to force my cock inside him. He moaned very quietly as I slid myself up into him. Soon he was rocking back and forth on my cock. And while I fucked him from behind I was able stroked his meat, apparently to his great delight.

The heat of his body and the closeness of our proximity had me pouring sweat. I was fully inside him and my cock was throbbing wildly as it sliced through his body. He took over jerking himself and suddenly he shuddered. I knew he was shooting his load when I felt his hole constrict tightly around my rampaging member.

That set me off. I felt my own body start tighten and my pace quickened. I drove into him as fast as I could. I was straining for release and then it happened. I exploded with a massive rush of fluid up his backside. Torrents of cum flew from my cock as I convulsed and drove myself deeper into him.

When I was done, incredibly I was still hard. But of course I knew I had to pull out. As I went to slide out he grabbed my butt cheek and held me still while he ground his backside into my crotch and sighed a little.

Finally we both cleaned up and straightened our clothes. We never said a word to each other. Just smiles and a few pecking kisses. I went out first and took my seat once again. A minutes later he returned to his seat. He flashed me a great big grin and I gave him a wink, then nodded off to sleep.

Not the best fuck I've ever had, but it certainly was satisfying. Like a cold beer on a really hot day. Usually I feel some twinge of guilt about having anonymous sex with a stranger, but this time I felt nothing but satisfaction. I was glad that he didn't speak.

When I got off the plane Andrew's driver was there waiting with a sign that had my last name on it. I felt a little like a rock star. Before I knew it I was in the back of a limousine and slowly moving out away from the airport.

I hadn't been back to Cleveland since I left, but not much about the city appeared to have changed in the intervening years.

When we pulled up to the house, I was not at all prepared for the young man who opened the door at Andrew's house.

"You must be Craig." He said smiling, dripping wet, wiping his hands on the towel around his waist.

"Yes, I am." I said, removing my sunglasses.

The young man was quite striking. His big brown eyes were so clear and accepting. His whole face lit up with a bright smile. He seemed genuinely glad to see me. And even thought I had no idea who he was, I was very pleased to see him.

Every single muscle on his beautiful body stood out, glistening with moisture in the early morning sun. His short, dark locks still saturated and dripping.

"Sorry, I was just taking a quick dip", he said shaking my hand and forcefully pulling me inside.

"Hi, I'm Jason. First of all, let me apologize, I was suppose to meet you at the airport, but I'm really bad with early morning appointments." He confessed, grabbing my bags. "You won't tell dad, will you?"

"Of course." I stammered, barely able to contain my drool. "I mean no, I won't say a word."

"Cool", he flashed that great big smile again. "So, let's get you settled in. Follow me."

Suddenly I realized that this must be Andrew's son. I'd met him only briefly, a long time ago. Boy, he sure had grown up.

I couldn't help noticing how nice and round his ass was as I followed him up the stairs. But I had to check myself, because this was my friend's son and I should know better. But he was so damn cute.

It must've been six or seven years ago that I'd met him at a dinner party his dad was giving. He was just a scrawny, surly little teenager back then, who'd stormed out after a brief confrontation with Andrew at the dinner table. He was a full grown man, as tall as me now.

"Dad wanted you to be in this room", he waved his hand into a nice suite like room, "but I thought you might you might be more comfortable down the hall closer to another human being. Come on, let me show you."

Clearly the other human being that he was referring to was himself, because the room was almost directly across the hall from his own.

"I kinda thought it would cooler if you were right across from me." Jason smiled at me as sparkling trickles of water raced down his well muscled torso. I noticed that the nipples on his broad and well developed pecs were fully erect. My dick was fully erect as well. Luckily I had my garment bag in front of me to conceal my excitement.

"Yeah, this is great." I said, still a little stupefied. "It looks very comfortable."

"Excellent!" He beamed. "Alright then, make yourself at home. Just let me know if you need anything okay?"

"Thanks Jason, I will." I smiled.

As he walked away I couldn't keep my eyes off his powerful looking legs. Fuck, this guy was sweet looking. I was semi-hypnotized watching his back muscles move and flex as he walked away from me.

"Oh listen, I gotta take a quick shower", he said as he reached the door, "So go on and get yourself settled in."

"Huh, oh yeah, right." I nodded, quickly averting my eyes.

I unpacked, then checked my messages at home on my cellular. Nothing important, except for a call from Jorge. I had left in such a hurry that I'd forgotten to let him know that I would be out of town for a few days.

Jorge and I had been a couple for a quite a while and even though we'd just recently split we still kind of looked out for each other.

Somehow with women, I usually just find myself trapped into a relationship that always ended badly. For some reason women find me irresistible. I find that they generally have only two modes. If I show the slightest bit of kindness to them, they fall head over heels in love with me. Or if I ignore them, they find me cold and aloof and behave hostilely towards me. It simply too much trouble.

Its never occurred to me to tell them that I'm gay. Because even though I prefer male sex partners, I still don't mind an occasional romp in the hay with right girl. As long as it remains uncomplicated. It never does though.

Jorge was different than any other person that I've ever met though. He reached parts of my heart and soul that had previously been unexplored. He personified everything that love should be. In truth, I was a little afraid of how he made feel about him and myself. I was completely in love with him.

It doesn't help matters that he is probably the best looking man I've ever seen in my life. Long before I met him, he was a print model when he was in college. I practically had to twist his off to get him to let me frame a few of the better shots. I still have some of the photos up on my walls at home.

He didn't actually take my virginity, but it sure felt like it. And in a very real sense, he did. Before him I had rarely let other guys put their probing members inside my body. That includes sucking dick as well as being anally penetrated. Before Jorge I had only been fucked twice. But after him, there was no question, I had definitely lost my virginity.

His massive, uncut cock was so large that I really understood what it meant to be fucked by a real man. He had let me fuck him first and then he took me in a way that I'd never expected.

Sometimes when I masturbate, I still replay the words that he said to me on that first night.

"This is going to hurt like hell, but if you love me as much as I love you, you will soon be in heaven with pleasure."

He was wrong. I did love him, but his dick was far too big for me to enjoy it plowing up my bottom. He stretched me to impossible widths and went to incredible depths inside me with his enormous cock. I learned to endure it.

The first thing I remembered is the intense, searing pain. Jorge stroked and kissed my face while his cock was battering my body. It felt like an assault upon my very soul. I knew that his dick didn't belong inside my body, yet here it was. Filling me way beyond capacity.

With each thrust I felt like I was being stuffed and then back to normal when he withdrew. His cock was definitely hitting bottom on the in strokes and I felt it every time. Each inward stroke caused a slight pain deep inside me. I got used to it, but I still felt like my ass ring was going to snap like a rubber band.

His hands and gentle kisses took my mind away from the pain in my gut. So I just clenched my legs around his torso and allowed him to screw me. It was nice to let someone else do the work for a change. He took me for the ride of my life. He fucked me like his own life depended on it. His massive member seemed to dig deeper and deeper into me.

I could hardly catch my breath. Before I even got the message that he was close to orgasm, I was gripping his shoulders and panting like a dog. I didn't know what was happening until I shot a wad between us. I hadn't even known I was close to shooting, it just seemed to erupt without my conscience knowledge.

His body was flying into me like a jackhammer. I wanted this sensation to last forever. When he was done, he pulled out immediately and licked the sperm off my chest and belly. Then he soothed my bruised and battered hole with his fleshy tongue. I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to, I was just too spent.

When he moved back up to my face, he just looked at me. I had to grab the back of his head and force him to kiss me. No matter what happened after that, I knew we would always remember that moment. He had performed spectacularly and we both knew it.

The thing that really surprised me is that after measuring both our hard cocks I found that his was only a few millimeters thicker than mine. The lengths were the same.

Thankfully, he allowed me to fuck him most of the time. Physically, his larger and stronger body could easily overpower me. But he always allow me to do whatever I pleased to him.

Jorge is a man like no other. He can be your best friend and confidant if you let him. But he can be a real bastard if you cross him. We are much the same that respect.

In the long run his Latino pride wouldn't let me go. And in a wholly real sense I don't want him to let go of me. Jorge was the best thing that ever happen to me. Gorgeous, generous and incredibly intelligent, but somewhat controlling.

Guilt was his game. He was all too aware of my loyal nature and sometimes took advantage of that. A hot man with a great body and a great rap can get his significant other to do just about anything. The addiction to his love is like heroin.

Later, I figured out that I am that guy too. The guy with the hot body and good looks. And perhaps a little controlling in my own right.

I was beginning to losing my perspective being in this relationship and that had to stop.

Despite all that has happened, we still remain very close friends, so I had to return his call immediately lest he think something terrible has happened to me.

Jorge is really big on communication and contact. That was one of the reasons that we drifted apart. He worried too much. He had to know where I was at every given moment in a day and that really got on my nerves. It wasn't enough that we both worked at the same university.

So I called him back immediately.

"Hello Jorge?"

"How are you Craig?" He answered.

Jorge is a full professor with two PhD's and is head of his department at a very reputable university in California. In fact that's where I met him. At the time I was only an instructor who taught a programming class there.

"Glad I caught you. Listen, I had to fly back to Cleveland for the wedding of a friend." I told him.

"Oh, I see. Well, how long will you be there?"

"I'm not sure. No more than a few days I think." I said.

"Alright, well would you like me to pick up you mail while you're away?" He asked.

"Sure, that would be great. Thanks."

"No problem. Have a good time." Jorge said.

Even though we were broken up Jorge was still my best friend. He certainly still took care of me and I appreciated that. He still had a key to my house and was certainly welcome to come and go as he pleased. I liked it that way. I was sure that he did too.




What Was I Thinking? The Beginning Ch. 02



Coming out of the guest room, I walked past Jason's door, just as he was coming out of his bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Hey, Craig come in here for minute would you?"

He had Tool blaring on his stereo and I could just barely hear him. I couldn't believe he was listening to one of my favorite bands. Jason was certainly much younger than me but clearly we had the same taste in music.

"Sure, what's up?" I asked, coming in.

He didn't answer, he just turned the music down to a dull roar and walked over to his desk and pulled out a small pipe and a bag of weed.

"You smoke?"

"No. I mean, I did at one time, but I haven't for a very long time." I stammered.

"Well, maybe you should give it a second chance." He smiled.

Jason had been smiling at me from the moment he laid eyes on me and that made me a little uncomfortable. I knew that look. It was how I imagined that I must look like when I'm interested in someone.

With those large pale brown eyes and perfectly formed lips, I could certainly see that he was Andrew's son. The same perfectly sculpted cheek bones, same strong, square jaw line and perfectly straight nose.

His dark curly hair was a little longer than his dad's but neatly cut. This is surely what Andrew must've looked like as young man. And the sight of his strong young body, clad only in a towel was starting to get to me.

Jason really shouldn't be putting the moves on me. He is my friend's son for crying out loud!

Here's the thing though. His flirtation made me smile too. I found myself grinning back at him. All of a sudden I felt like he was my best friend. Exactly the same reaction that you feel with "Mr. Smiley Glad-hands" salesmen. So my defenses went up. I tried my hardest to remain indifferent to him.

He packed a bowl and offered it to me.

"Uh, where's you father?" I asked, a little flustered.

"Oh, don't worry about dad, he's got a ton of meetings today. That's why I was supposed to meet you at the airport." He said, putting the hookah in my hand and searched for a lighter. "I really am sorry about not making it this morning."

"Oh don't worry about it." I said.

He found a lighter he came back over to me and instead of handing it to me, he lit it and held my hands while flaming the bowl.

I took a deep toke and held it.

"That's the chronic." He informed me. "You'll be feeling it before you know it."

I really had no idea what he meant by "the chronic". I'm not really sure that I want to know either. I guess I'm just not as hip as I used to be.

Once again, I couldn't help staring at him as he took the pipe from me and smoked. His face looked so young to me but he behaved like we were peers.

Almost immediately after I breathed out the smoke I was feeling the effects. I couldn't take my eyes off the little trial of hair that ran down the center of his abs and disappeared into the towel wrapped around his waist. I was high now and I knew it.

"You know I read your book." He said matter-of-factly.

"Did you?" I asked.

There hadn't been a great response to my book, "Shadow Life", by anyone, readers or critics. In fact I'd thought it had gone completely unnoticed.

"Yeah, I found the homoerotic imagery very interesting." He said taking a long draw on the hookah.

"Homo- what now?" I asked blinking and shaking my head in disbelief.

"Well, I just felt that your protagonist, while extremely masculine, was a little obsessive in his observations of the other male characters." He said, eyeing my very closely, perhaps to gauge my reaction.

"Being observant don't necessarily indicate sexual orientation." I pointed out to him. "I find that it's the things that strike our fancy that we observe most intensely and are therefore able to describe in the most intricate detail, don't you? I mean, I could describe in minute detail what a Bengal tiger looks like, but that doesn't mean that I want to sleep with one."

I just stared at him for a long moment, wondering how best to proceed here. Also my head was spinning a bit.

He was still staring at me quietly, as if the last thing I'd said didn't satisfy him. I'd already nearly forgotten what the hell he was talking about. Something about my book being gay. Or was it the other way around? Did he think it was anti gay. Damn, I was so high.

So I quoted the stock platitude that I gave to almost everyone because it seemed that I couldn't remember precisely what he'd said.

"Well, as with virtually any type of art, the subject matter is highly subjective." I said with a practiced smile. "Its up to the reader to interpret the story as they will."

His face broke into a wide toothy grin. Then he laughed out loud and shook his head.

"Yeah", he said still grinning, "nicely done."

I wasn't sure if he was referring to the book or my evasive maneuvering. Either way, I just smiled back at him.

I watched his hand as he seemed to be adjusting his equipment through the towel which was now only loosely secured around his naked body.

"Well, in any case, it's a very cool story. I recommended it to all of my friends. They all agree that it's a great story as well."

"I'm glad you liked it." I smiled. "Hell, I'm astonished that anyone even read it."

Of course I had sent his father a signed copy. But since I hadn't gotten any feedback, I'd just assumed that he'd not gotten around to reading it. But clearly Jason had.

Jason was busy now loading another bowl and I couldn't keep my eyes off him. That thick, shiny, black hair, those beautiful eyes and now I suddenly realized that he had a tattoo on the inside of his upper left forearm, just below the bend of his elbow. It appeared to be the Roman numeral three. Just three rather ornate columns, side by side, but very precisely done. My imagination ran wild trying to figure out what it might mean.

I started to notice little things about him, like the fullness of his lips, the thickness of his eyebrows and the simple innocence of his facial expression when he seemed not to be thinking of anything at all.

I could feel my dick throbbing as my eyes roamed over his lean and but well muscled torso and down to his ribbed and slightly hairy little stomach. I wanted desperately to see where that little trail of hair went just below his towel.

When I drew in a sharp breath, he looked up at me and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little high." I blurted, before I had a chance filter my response.

Jason laughed and said, "Just a little, eh?"

I laughed too.

"Well, here smoke this and you'll be a lot high."

There was that charming little smile again.

"No thanks." I said.

"So how much of 'Shadow Life' actually happened?" He asked.

"What?"

"Yeah, your book?" He said. "Even works of fiction have some elements of truth to them."

Suddenly his towel popped open and there it was, he semi erect penis standing out from his body and pointing downward at the floor. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was quite thick and pretty long. One could only imagine what it looked like at full mast.

When I looked up at him, his eyes were locked onto mine. Clearly he'd seen me staring at his dong. He put down the pipe and walked over to me.

I watched as hand went to stroke his member and the other hand went behind neck. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. The next thing I know, Jason had his tongue inside my mouth. I was completely immobilized and still not quite sure that it was actually happening.

After all, I could have been hallucinating. But there was no real evidence to support that theory. It was really happening.

Then I felt his hand sliding along my fully erect cock which was snaking down my thigh inside my trousers. My head was spinning and I was terribly horny. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that neither us had closed our eyes and were staring into each other's eyes as his tongue played over mine.

I grabbed his upper arms and pulled him back away from my face.

"Dude? What are you doing?" I asked.

He never even blinked and before I knew it, Jason was crouched in front of me and had my dick out. With both hands palming and squeezing my butt cheeks, he took as much of my cock into his mouth as he could. His mouth was scorching hot and wet.

I just couldn't seem to react fast enough to prevent this from happening. There was Jason, squatting down in front of me with my hard cock wedged between his beautiful lips. I see could his ample member jutting straight out between his strong thighs.

Almost as if on cue, the doorbell rang. I pulled his head back and he stood up straight. His full lips were awash with saliva. And his eyes were still gleaming.

Quickly he found a pair of shorts and pulled on a t-shirt. I was still exposed and just watching him.

"Can you put that away?" He asked calmly.

Immediately I fixed myself up as Jason ran down to answer the door.

The front door was far enough away that I couldn't tell who was there. I got a little manic thinking that it might be Andrew. It didn't occur to me that Andrew wouldn't be ringing his own doorbell. I quietly sneaked back to the guest room.

"Craig?" Jason yelled up to me. "Can you come down here please?"

"Oh shit", I thought. I didn't want to see anyone while I was still so high. I put on my sunglasses and went downstairs.

I was relieved to see a beautiful young blond woman standing there with Jason.

"Craig, I have someone who would like to meet you." He said, enthusiastically waving me over.

"Hi!" She beamed.

"This is Nicole, she is your biggest fan." Jason said. "She just raves about your book."

"Mr. Brooks", she extended her hand, "Its an honor to meet you."

"Please call me Craig." I insisted, shaking her hand.

After a few minutes of conversation and having autographed her copy of "Shadow Life", I could see that Nicole and Jason were a couple.

She was a very bright and beautiful young woman. Nicole seemed exactly like the type of gorgeous young female that should be Jason's woman. They were so perfect together that it made me nauseous.

Later, when Andrew called to see if I'd gotten in alright I was sleeping. It was Jason who'd come up to my room and gave me the phone.

"Its dad." He said handing me the phone.

I was to meet Andrew at the tailor's shop in half an hour.

Jason and Nicole dropped me off there. Andrew greeted me with a mighty bear hug and a hardy hello.

"Damn, its good to see you kiddo!" He boomed.

"Good to see you too." I smiled.

He hadn't changed much since the last time I'd seen him a few years ago. Except for a few more gray hairs Andrew still looked the same. Studly as ever and still sexy as hell.

"Where's Jason?" He asked.

"Oh, he said that he and Nicole had some errands to run, so they dropped me off."

"Right." Andrew smirked.

While I was being fitted for the custom made tux Andrew had, had commissioned for me, he admired his own in the mirror. He was having the finishing touches done to his own while we caught up on each other's lives.

Then he honored me by asking me to be his best man.

"What can I say, I'm extremely flattered that you'd even consider me." I said. "But don't you think you should ask Jason?"

"Hmm, the kid's a slacker." Andrew grumbled. "I don't think he'd accept even if I did ask him."

As we talked, I found out that Andrew was very angry about the fact that Jason had dropped out of grad school and had no real plans about what he would do with the rest of his life.

"You should ask him anyway." I insisted. "If he says no, I'll be glad to do it. Just ask him first."

"Alright, here's the thing Craig. Jason resents almost every woman that I become involved with. He simply won't do it. That kid is stubborn as hell."

"In which case, you know you can count on me. But you'll ask him right?"

Clearly, I'd touched a sore point. And I could see Andrew's patience was wearing thin. Then he wheeled on the tailor who was attending to me and barked at him.

"You'll have this done by close of business tomorrow?" He sternly instructed more than asked.

"Yes, of course sir. He replied.

"Excellent."

Now that I think about, for as long as I've know Andrew, I don't really ever remember him talking much about Jason. Its difficult to comprehend the complexities of a father, son relationship, so I didn't even try.

Later, we went to Andrew's club to meet his fiancee for drinks. She was absolutely stunning as I might have expected. She looked about my age, more or less. Great body and very sweet. Andrew certainly knew how to pick them.

The next day, after rehearsing the actual ceremony there was the rehearsal dinner. Jason had shown up just as we'd finished rehearsing the ceremony and were on our way to dinner. He and Nicole were all smiles and apologies.

Before dinner I excused myself to the men's room to wash my hands. Andrew came with. Once again standing next to him at a urinal Andrew made clear to me his discontentment with Jason. He also explained a little more about the tension between himself and his son.

Jason's mother had died when he was very young, so I understood his resentment towards all of Andrew's choices in women. For the rest of his life, he'd probably never approve of any of them.

When we got back to table, I glanced at Jason. I suspected that he was probably high or a little drunk. Or both. Either way it was not my business.

"I can't believe you did that." He said to me in a hushed tone.

"What?" I asked him innocently and just as quietly.

"You know what!" He shot me a terrible look. "You asked him to make me his best man."

Jason was sitting to my right and Andrew on my left at the head of the table where he seemed like some sort of royal patriarch presiding over his court. He looked extremely happy. And I was very glad for him.

"Yes, I did." I whispered, more than a little irritated.

Leaning over close to me, Jason whispered, "Listen, it would be a shame if anyone were to make a mockery out of this wedding. And I know you love my father too much to let that happen. So I suggest that you get me out this. You never know what might happen otherwise." His hand was squeezing my thigh under the table.

"Done!" I agreed.

Then he sat up straight, chuckling just a little as he glanced at me. I shot him a humorless grin.

"What're you too conspiring about over there?" Andrew laughed.

"Oh, nothing." Jason said. "I was just telling Craig about all the women who were asking about him and pointing out who he had the best shot with. That's all."

"Don't be crude Jason." The future Mrs. Wyndham said.

For a second I thought Jason was going fling his steak knife at her forehead by the way he was sneering at her.

She and Andrew both just sort of glared at him.

"Of course." He said, rather curtly. He bowed his head mockingly and turned to speak with Nicole.

Two day later, after the actual ceremony, I rode with Jason and Nicole to the reception hall of Andrew's club. And after the requisite toast I proceed to get a little tipsy. I needed to relieve some of the anxiety that had been building in me since this whole affair had begun.

Soon I found myself mingling and having a pretty good time. I wound up dancing with some girl whose name I'd completely forgotten almost immediately after she'd said it. I found her extremely attractive so I turned on the charm a bit.

This is always how I get myself into trouble with women. Once I get a buzz going I seem to turn into some sort of Lothario, then I find that I can't get away from them later. It's the same thing with guys too, but I'm much more careful in those cases. If I don't get the appropriate reaction from a guy, its easy enough to turn it off.

As I slow danced with what's-her-name, I noticed a very attractive guy dancing with the bride. At first I could only glimpse his profile, and then a good look at him from behind. I danced my partner around at a pace that would afford me the perfect timing to get a full on look at this stud's face.

"Is that a banana in your pocket? Or are you just really enjoying this dance?" What's-her-name said into my ear.

I realized that I had a full erection that was pressed up against her as we danced.

Just then his face came into view and I recognized him immediately. It was the guy from the airplane. The one I'd met in the lavatory. He looked directly at me, winked and smiled. I almost had a stroke right there.

"Excuse me for a moment, won't you sweetie." I told my dance partner as I more or less fled to the men's room.

After taking a moment to calm myself down, I used the facilities and tried to figure out what the hell that guy was doing here. Then I came to the conclusion that I didn't really care, so I finished up and headed out, figuring I could avoid him, whoever he was.

No such luck. He was standing just outside the doors that led into reception hall.

"Howdy." He nodded a quick hello as I came abreast of him.

"Hi yourself." I responded.

He thrust his hand out to me and for a second I simply stared at it. Then I reached out and shook it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, honestly perplexed.

Before he could answer, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"There you are." Andrew said. "Oh, I see you've Cameron."

"Uh, well..." I stammered.

"We were just getting acquainted." Cameron interrupted me. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Craig, this Cameron, my wife's younger brother." Andrew formally introduced us. "Oh, it completely slipped my mind, but you two are practically neighbors."

I was confused. It must have clear from the expression on my face.

As it turns out, Cameron lives right in LA.

"So how's sport's medicine treating you Cam?" Andrew inquired.

"Oh not bad, not bad at all." He answered. "How the world of business treating you?"

"Demanding as ever. Listen, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to steal Craig away for a few minutes." Andrew apologized. "I'm sure you two can get better acquainted later."

"I'm sure." Cameron said. "Nice to meeting you Craig."

"Likewise." I intoned as Andrew ushered me away.

"Listen, we're about to sneak out of here and get going to the airport. I just wanted to say thanks for being here and I want you to stay at the house as long as you like."

Jason seemed to appeared out of nowhere in front of us.

"Good, I'm glad you're here." Andrew said to him, placing his hand on Jason's shoulder. "I was just telling Craig to stay at the house as long as he wanted. Hopefully some of him will rub off you."

"Yeah, hopefully." Jason smiled, playfully slugging me on the shoulder.

"Alright boys." Andrew smiled and wrapped an arm around each of our necks and hugged us close. "I'll be back in three weeks or so."

"Okay dad, have a good time." Jason said.

After Andrew's departure Jason stuck close to me.

"Hey, I'm sorry about all that best man business before." He said.

"Forget about it man, I already have." I told him.

Actually, I hadn't.

"I knew there was reason that I liked you." He smiled. "And speaking of liking you, I see one of your admirers closing in fast."

I looked around to see What's-her-name coming over to us.

"Oh shit." I said. "Are you ready to get out of here?"

"I'm way ahead of you." He laughed. "But its too late to just bolt, let me handle this."

"There you are." She said, caressing my shoulder seductively. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Yes and there you are." I smiled back at her.

"Oh hell, I almost forgot." Jason said, interrupting. "Dad wanted me to make sure that you took care of that little situation right away."

"Well, duty calls." I said smiling at her.

With that little bit of subterfuge done, Jason, Nicole and I were all headed out to the parking lot. But not before Karen, that was her name, had made sure that she'd written down her number and pressed it into my hand.




What Was I Thinking? The Beginning Ch. 02



On the way out, Nicole insisted that she had to get out of those clothes.

"Alright, we'll drop you off at home but then I've got to stop by Stephan's." Jason told her.

When we got to Nicole's, he kissed her on the cheek.

"Come on by the house later if you want." Jason told her.

Then pulling up to what looked like a very nice and extremely expensive home, Jason didn't bother with the door bell, we just walked right in. Once inside Jason led the way through the house until we came upon a table of about half a dozen guys playing poker and drinking.

I recognized a few of them as ushers from the wedding. They still had on their tuxes.

"Hey, guys." Jason nodded. "This is Craig."

He pointed to each guy and said their names. Each acknowledged us appropriately in his turn.

Stephan was the last to be introduce and quite frankly the only name I remembered. I am really bad with names.

And to be perfectly honest, I found him beautiful. Besides that, he was the only one to shake my hand.

"So Jay? Should I deal you in?" He asked.

"No, but maybe you can convince Craig here to play." He said. "Actually I was looking Xavier. Anyone seen him?"

"He's up in my room." Stephan indicated by nodding towards the stairs.

"Alright, back a second." Jason said over his shoulder, as he bounded up the stairs. "You'll be alright here for a minute won't you Craig?"

"So how about it Craig?" Stephan asked.

"No thanks, I'm no gambler." I told him.

"Neither are these guys." Stephan laughed. "Deal me out armatures."

"Oh, you're a riot Stephanie." One of the guys said to him.

"Come on Craig, I'll show you where the bar is." Stephan said, cuffing the guy on the back of the head as he walked by.

I followed him down a flight of stairs to what I thought was a basement. It turned out to be a fully furnished recreation room.

There was a big screen television, pool table, foosball table and over against the wall, a fully stocked bar with two beer taps. Flanking the bar on the other wall was a set of sliding doors which led out onto a patio.

"This is a pretty sweet setup." I admired, still looking around.

"Yeah, its not bad." He said. "Domestic or imported?"

Focusing on his handsome face, it took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about. He gestured to the beer taps.

"Oh, I don't care, whatever you're having is fine." I said.

I watched him as he drew the beers from the tap. Stephan was a little shorter than me, but stunningly handsome. There's always been something about guys with dark hair and pale blue eyes that got me excited. His five o'clock shadow only enhanced his appeal.

He passed me the beer over the bar and flashed a smile. He had very thick, dark eyebrows and a fantastic smile.

I took a seat on one of the bar stools as we talked about this and that.

Stephan had a great sense of humor and I found myself flirting shamelessly with him. Nothing overt or even really noticeable unless you were interested in being flirted with. I just couldn't stop myself smiling at him and staring at his body.

"I'm going to have to get your autograph my copy of 'Shadow Life'". Stephan said.

"Oh, you've read it then?"

"Yeah, Jason has been bragging to all of us about knowing the author. So most of us have read it." He told me.

Seems all these guys had been friends since college. Some even since high school.

I urgently wanted to change the subject. I wasn't in the mood for a critique of my writing or even discussing the book. Nobody's talked this much to me about that book since the editing process before it was actually published.

"I see you've got quite a few CDs over there." I said, moving to a different topic. "Anything good?"

"Let's go see." Stephan said coming around the bar.

As he knelt down in front of a large rack of compact discs I watched as the fabric of his slacks stretched tautly over his tight little bubble butt. Just then he'd turned his head round to see why I hadn't followed him. He totally busted me staring at his ass.

"Well, come on." He smiled.

I knelt down beside him and sort of accidentally on purpose put my hand over his on the floor to balance myself. We both looked down at our hands, then up at each. Again Stephan grinned broadly at me, but didn't move his hand.

I was getting out of control, so I slowly pulled my hand back trying not to make a big deal out of it.

"There's a lot to choose from here, depending on your taste, of course." Stephan said. "And they're in no particular order either, I'm a afraid."

"That's cool." I said, eyeing the vast collection.

"I'll tell you what", he said, "why don't you just take a look?"

Then Stephan turned fully towards me and put his hand on my shoulder, stroking it a bit and staring deeply into my eyes.

"If you see anything you like, go for it." His voice seemed to have dropped an octave as he said the last part. "I'll get us a couple more beers."

Then he stood up and walked over to bar again.

I felt myself flush as I realized that I was no longer the only one flirting here. Stephan had taken the reigns now.

Again I watched his backside as he slowly sauntered back over to the bar where he pulled the tap and drew the next round of beers. He looked over at me to find that I was still kneeling there just staring at him.

"Don't see anything you like?" He asked.

"I wouldn't exactly say that." I shot back.

He smiled and continued to pour the beer as I walked over behind the bar where he was. He took a quick sip from his glass and leaned back against the bar. Cocking his head and squinting a little, he watched me move towards him.

I stopped directly in front of him and for a second I lost my nerve. I could feel my heart pounding, my pulse racing. From the look on his face, he seemed a bit puzzled as to what I was up to. And I have made a blunder or two like this before by being so impetuous.

Well, it was too late to back out now, so I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him.

Thankfully, he responded in kind. I felt his free hand slide around my waist, so I stepped closer and ground my crotch into him as our tongues tasted each others' for the first time. My hand slid up his neck to the back of his head as our kiss grew deeper.

"Craig!" Someone yelled from upstairs.

Startled, I stepped back from Stephan. We both looked toward the stairs. I had forgotten all about Jason right about the that he introduced Stephan.

"Has anyone seen Craig?" I heard him ask from upstairs.

"Go on up." Stephan said, patting me on the ass. "I'll be up in a minute."

I stroked his face and gave him a quick peck on the lips before heading towards the stairs.

"Oh yeah. Here, take this up with you." He said, handing me a six pack from the mini-fridge behind the bar.

"What happened to you?" Jason asked as I walked into the room.

"Nothing." I shrugged. "Just getting some beer. Anybody want one?"

I passed the beers around the table.

Jason was saying good-bye to the guys playing poker when Stephan appeared.

"You guys leaving?" He asked.

"Yeah, gotta go." Jason said.

"Can you guys hang out for a second?" Stephan asked without waiting for a reply before heading up the stairs.

A few minutes later he reappeared and indicated that we should follow him back down to the recreation room. The poker guys never even looked up.

Stephan went over behind the bar and appeared to be searching for something. He looked up after he found what he was looking for.

"Craig? Would you mind?" He asked holding up a copy of "Shadow Life" for me to autograph.

"I'd be glad to." I said obliging his request.

Then came back around the bar with a determination and sense of purpose in step.

"Jason, what did I tell you about coming over here for the express purpose of scoring?" He barked at Jason.

"Fuck man!" Jason exclaimed. "Don't be such a grouch."

While they talked, I inscribed the book and just for good measure, I slipped one of my cards with my cell phone number on it, inside the book, sort of like a book mark.

Stephan had a few more choice expletives for Jason, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was busy making sure that Stephan wouldn't the card that I'd inserted into the book.

"I said okay, didn't I?" Jason defended. "Listen man, I'll make it up to you alright? We'll go paint balling tomorrow and I'll treat you dinner after. How's that sound?"

"Just remember what I said." Stephan warned.

I was glad to see someone put their foot down with Jason. I got the distinct impression that he ran roughshod over any and everyone who allowed him to do so. I also got the distinct impression that Stephan wasn't a man to be taken lightly under any circumstance. I just stood there smiling a bit as I watched this exchange between the two of them.

"I'll call you about it tomorrow alright?" Jason confirmed.

"Whatever." Stephan relented, stepping past Jason and coming back over to me. "It was really great to meet you and thanks for signing the book."

"The pleasure was all mine." I said still smiling and shaking his hand.

"Hope to see you again before you leave." He winked.

With that, Jason and I took off.

When we got back home Jason suggested that we take a dip in the hot tub out back and I agreed.

Sitting back in the warm, bubbling water I closed my eyes while Jason smoked some of the weed he'd just scored.

"You want some?" He offered.

"No thanks, but I will take a beer if you've got one." I replied.

After he scurried off to get the beers, I closed my eyes again. I made a mental note to call Jorge before going to bed tonight. When Jason got back he pressed the cold beer against the side of neck and giggle like a little kid when I flinched.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said after he settled back into the water.

"Absolutely."

"How well do you know Cameron, your new uncle?"

"Not well at all. He's been over here a few times with his sister. He and dad play golf whenever he's in town." Jason answered offhandedly. "But I don't really socialize with those people. Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

I suppose what I really wanted to know was, how safe my secret was with Cameron. Perhaps if I hadn't panicked at the reception, I could have found out right from the source. I've got to learn better impulse control.

"Now, can I ask you a question?" Jason said all glassy eyed and grinning.

"Certainly."

"Would you like me finish that blowjob that I started a few days ago?"

I just stared at him for a long moment. Now was the perfect time for me start practicing that impulse control.

"Sure, why not."

Damn! Oh well, maybe I'll start practicing impulse control tomorrow. I thought to myself.

Jason was over to my side of the hot tub in a flash. He indicated that I should perch my ass up on the side so he could have better access. I complied.

He had my shorts down and my dick in his mouth within seconds. He must practice that move or something. He's very adept at it.

After a while I grew tired of his oral ministrations. My lust required something more satisfying. I grabbed him by the hair on the top of his and yanked it back. He looked startled and bewildered.

I slid back down into the water and forcefully turned him around. Then, yanking his shorts off, I threw both his and mine out onto the deck beside the hot tub. I reached around his tautly muscled body and took hold of his hard cock. Pressing my own cock between his butt cheeks I pulled him back against my body allowing my cock to slide down between his thighs.

His smooth, young, naked body felt really good against my own. Stroking his cock with one hand and his smooth, muscled chest with the other. He threw his head back onto my shoulder and sighed loudly. I bucked my crotch into his backside and he pushed back.

Unable to control myself any longer, I pushed him forward to rim of the tub where he was on his knees in a seat and resting his arms on the lip. He was well aware of what I meant to do next, so he reached behind himself and guided me to his hole.

Finding his opening soft and somewhat receptive, I pressed forward a bit and he groaned. Immediately he tensed up and his asshole clenched up tight. I grabbed hold of my dick and started to drill him until I was sufficiently wedge inside his sphincter. Small grunts and groans escaped his throat the whole time. Then I grabbed both of his hips and drove the head of my cock deeper into him.

This time he let out a loud yelp and tried to move away from me, but there was nowhere for him to go.

"Oh fuck, that hurts!" He complained.

"Shut up you little punk!" I hissed and cuffed him in the back of the head. "Act like a man for once in your pathetic little life."

His hands gripped the side of the tub and his head dipped. I chose that very moment for my next assault on his tender little butt. I leaned into him with all my weight, pushing with my hips, once, twice, three times until I was at least halfway up in his gut.

Amazingly, he remained still, but I could hear him whimpering. I held myself still as well.

I'm not exactly sure why I was being so rough with him. Perhaps it was out of loyalty to his dad. Maybe he needed to be taught a lesson about not behaving like a brat towards the such a good man. Perhaps because I felt he'd never been properly disciplined a day in his life. Or perhaps, simply because he took it without objection and it felt good. Who knows?

Reaching around him, I found that his dick had gone completely limp, so I began to caress his upper torso and chest as I moved slowly, with smaller strokes, in and out of his bottom.

There was certainly no reason for the entire experience to be a bad one for him. I think I just wanted him to be aware that getting everything you want isn't always as pleasant as you may think. What's that old saying? "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it".

I ran my hands all over his strong back and down his sides. My hands found his tightly muscled stomach as I set up a smooth rhythm for plowing his ass.

Jason's hole was loosing up more and more with each stroke. Soon I was able to plant a full stroke up inside him. Each time I got very deep inside him, I could feel a slight resistance and he winched in pain. So I didn't slam into him as hard and far as I could. At least on every stroke.

I gave him long, smooth strokes until I could see that he was enjoying it. Soon he was enjoying it immensely. I could tell by how thick and hard his cock had grown. And by the way he was pushing back at my thrusts.

We maintained this pace for a while until I felt myself getting close. Then I pulled him up until his back was against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him while he ground his ass back onto my dick.

His hands stroked my arms where they were wrapped around him as he lay his head back onto my shoulder. He turned his head as far as he could so that he could steal a kiss.

Grabbing his dick, I felt his asshole clamp down on my cock. He shuddered a bit too.

"I'm pretty close." He warned.

So I pulled out of him and got out of the tub. I told him to spread out a towel on the deck and he did. Soon he was on his back with his legs up on my shoulder.

His eyes pleaded with me to be gentle, but he didn't say a word. This time I went in slowly. Our eyes remained lock on each others' during the entire process.

When he tensed, I stopped. When he nodded I proceeded. After the initial penetration was achieved, he seemed to urge me on with his hands. Once we got back into the rhythm, I made him grabbed the back of his knees and pulled his legs as far back as he could get them. This way I was able to move in for a kiss without breaking my stride.

He soon let his legs go round my waist and began furiously pumping his own cock. His free hand clutching at me, urging me on, begging for release.

I could feel it when the first spasm rocked him. It set off my own orgasm. His entire body tighten beneath me as his orgasm pulled him off into a chasm of bliss, where we both floated for a while as I shot volley after volley into his gut, he sprayed all over his chest.

When our bodies finally relaxed, I lay on top of him spent. He wrapped his arms around me and I looked into his eyes. There were streams of tears still rolling down the sides of his face.

I pressed my lips to his and he sucked my tongue into his mouth. We lay there like that for a long time, his legs still wrapped around me, my cock still deep inside him. We kissed and held each other.

We must have dozed off because the next thing I recall is the phone ringing. It was his cell phone. I had to get up off him so he could answer it.

He only spoke a few brief words into it and hung up.

"That was Nicole, she's pulling into the drive." He said excitedly.

"Don't panic." I told him. "Just put on your shorts and go let her in. I'll go upstairs and change."

When I got upstairs I took a quick shower and put in that call to Jorge. I let him know that I wouldn't be back for a few more days. He agreed to continue picking up my mail and asked how things were going. We talked for a little while longer until Jason came up asked if I was coming back downstairs.

I told him that I didn't think so. And as he turned to leave I noticed a wet spot spreading down the back of his shorts. My seed was leaking out of him.

"Dude!" I said, covering the phone with my hand. "I suggest you change your shorts before you go back down there."

"Why?" He whispered.

"Just trust me." I told him, eyeing his shorts.

Feeling the back of his shorts with his hand, he hurry off and did as I had instructed.

I finished up my phone call with Jorge and lay down to get some rest. I was exhausted. What a fucking day!

All the pressure and frantic maneuvering of a wedding day.

Then running into Cameron at the reception. What are the odds that the same guy that I fucked on the plane coming here would turn out to be the brother of the bride?

Of course meeting Stephan today was a great treat. I got a really good vibe from him. Somehow I gotta find a way to spend more time with him.

And last but certainly not least, Jason. Un-fucking believable! I had certainly taken his ego down a notch or two. Perhaps that was precisely what he needed. But for all his petulance and lack of discipline, he undoubtedly possesses some redeeming social value. He just needs someone to keep in his place.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't give a shit about anyone else's socially unacceptable behavior. I would simply avoid them. I'm certainly no teacher of lessons or disciplinarian. However, for Andrew's sake, I think someone surely needs to make that young man learn to behave more responsibly.

I can't believe that I'm having these thoughts. In any case, with something other than myself to think about, this cloud of apathy and general unhappiness was beginning to dissipate. I was definitely feeling better.

Morning seemed to come all too quickly, even though I slept past ten. When I got downstairs, Nicole was just on her way out.

They both beamed me a sunny good morning.

"So are you up for a little paint ball action today?" Jason asked as I read the paper. "I spoke with Stephan this morning and got it all set up."

The mention of Stephan certain got my attention, but I didn't look up from the paper.

"Who else is going?" I asked indifferently.

"You met some of the guys yesterday and there'll probably be some other people as well." He said. "You in?"

I shrugged noncommittally.

"Great! We're all set then."

Almost immediately after we got there and split up into teams, I broke off from the pack. Having played military games for many years in the Marine Corps, I was pretty sure that I would outlast all these guys.

Anyway, I had my own prey to stalk. And its name was Stephan. Eventually he walked right into my hands. I was able to sneak up behind him in an ramshackle old barn. Laying in wait, I watched as stealthily tried to find a good vantage point to ambush some unlucky passer-by.




What Was I Thinking? The Beginning



Conversely, Jake seemed absolutely at ease. He appeared completely relaxed and calm, even when neither of us was speaking.

I made idle conversation about the house and how happy I was with it. He made no such effort, staring openly at times and then smiling seductively. Every time I looked at him, his eyes seemed glued to me.

The tension in my neck and back started to gather into knots. I put my hand on the back of my neck to massage it and perhaps relieve a little of the tightness building there.

"Are you tense?"

"No, not really." I lied. "Just a little sore from moving in."

"Come on, lie down the floor." Jake instructed.

I lay down on the floor face up. I'm not exactly sure know why. Jake straddled me and kneeled down grinning broadly at me.

"On your stomach genius." He laughed.

"Oh, right!" I smiled, quickly turning over.

Immediately, I felt his strong hands working on my shoulders and back. Jake really seemed to know what he was doing.

He worked the kinks out of my back and shoulders for more than ten minutes in complete silence. The whole time, all I could think about our was first encounter.

"So, what do you do with yourself all day?" He asked, interrupting my train of thought. "I mean for a living."

"Right now, I don't really don't do much of anything, besides getting settled into this new place."

"I see." He whispered into my ear. "You know I'm digging this whole mysterious vibe you got going." Then he kissed my neck.

His strong, calloused hands felt really good on my body.

"Turn over." He said.

I did and he just stared at me for a while, smiling again. I don't know when he did it, but he was now shirtless. I let my eyes roam over every part of him. His beautiful eyes, great lips, big strong hands and a perfect body. The hair on his chest and stomach was just icing on the cake. Jake was a wet dream come to life.

"Alright, well," I said, breaking the silence and trying to ignore the hardon rising in my pants, "I worked for a while as a computer programmer. Then I teamed up this other guy and we developed some business software that turned out to be quite a big industry hit. Eventually we sold it to the highest bidder, a large company that paid us quite well for the rights to it."

"So what brings you out here?" Jake asked. "Cause I know you aren't a native."

"Oh yeah? And just how do you know that?"

"Cause I'm not either and I can just tell."

"It's kind of a long story."

"Okay." He said. "Maybe later."

"Damn, that massage felt good. You're quite the smooth operator." I told him. "Do all of your customers get this treatment?"

"Not many." He laughed. "In fact, not any. I just felt you needed some special attention."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah." Jake said, leaning forward and placing his hands on the floor on either side of my head, bringing his face close to mine, staring and smiling. "You just didn't know it."

"So I'm guessing that either you hadn't been laid in a while or you've been in prison for a long time. You were pretty savage when you had your way with me the other day. I felt like I was on an episode of 'Oz'. But you don't seem like a guy who's ever been in prison."

"Yeah, I don't know what the hell I was thinking." I told him.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, it was fun. Hell, I even kind of liked it, but I'm not typically a bottom guy."

"Shit man, I'm sorry. I didn't know." I apologized.

"Don't be, I told you I enjoyed it, but I was a little sore for the next few days." He smiled again.

"Still, I'm sorry."

"Forget about it." Jake said undoing my pants. "But this time I get to set the pace."

"Anything you say."

"Got any lube?" He asked, undressing me and then himself.

"Uh yeah, there's some lotion in the bathroom." I told him.

"Sit tight, I'll be right back."

I watched his fuzzy little butt run off to the bathroom.

He warmed the lotion in his palms before coating my already hard dick with it. Again he straddle my waist and leaned forward to kiss me while he lubed his own ass.

He leaned forward and grabbed my dick behind his back.

"You've got a huge dick, so I'd appreciate it if you'd try not to kill me with it this time. Alright?"

I nodded my agreement.

He slowly worked the head inside himself while staring into my eyes. It didn't take long before his breathing became erratic. His little butt hole was extremely tight around the tip of my dick. And I was pretty sure that I wouldn't last long enough to get fully inside him.

I used every bit of my will power not to force myself up into him. I just lay there stroking his stomach and then his flanks. This was beyond hot. Jake is the man that fills everyone's hot dreams.

His resolve seemed to coalesce as he leaned forward and began rock furiously until more and more of my cock slid into him. His tiny hole seemed to be opening to me at a furious pace.

He stopped and breathed loudly when a good deal of the head of my cock was inside him. He just lay forward resting his head on my chest and his asshole stretched around the top of my dick. His breath came in short rasps like he could hardly breathe. I fully expected him to pull off and say forget it.

Then he did pull off and breathed a big sigh. I was all ready to tell him that it was okay. That we didn't have to do this. But he grabbed the lotion and put more lube on both of us. Before I had a chance to get the words out, he plunged himself down again, this time the head slipped in and stopped for a second. He redoubled his efforts and I felt something snap open inside him. Then he slid almost halfway down my cock.

He just grunted quietly, holding the remaining shaft of my cock in one hand and balancing himself with his other hand on my stomach. He gritted his teeth, groaned and threw his head back. His face was twisted in a terrible grimace of pain.

The heat from his hole around my cock made it flex involuntarily, but I resisted the urge to push my hips up into him. After all I had promised him that I wouldn't.

Jake took a deep breath, then suddenly he let out a beast-like growl and plunged his ass down further onto my pole. He was almost fully impaled on my dick.

Sweating pouring down his face, he lay his head down on my chest again. I stroked his head and back to comfort him but I wanted desperately to push myself the rest of the way into him.

"Damn, it feels like I've got a two liter bottle of Coke shoved up inside me." He grunted between breaths.

Soon he was working his ass muscles and moving himself up and down my cock. This drove me crazy and I couldn't help but thrust my hips up into him. He sucked in a sharp breath.

He put his tongue in my mouth and kissed me frantically. Jake was riding my dick now and I was pushing back.

Now we were fucking. Or more precisely he was fucking himself with my hard cock. It didn't take long before he was sitting upright again and sliding himself up and down on my dick.

The look on his face was completely different now. He looked like he was off in a dream world. I saw his hand stroking his own dick as it grew quite large in his hand.

I grabbed his hips and pulled him down as I pumped upward. He yelped, then he gave me a disapproving look, but didn't say a word. I understood him, so I let him continue with own rhythm.

He worked his ass on my dick and worked his own dick with his hand. My dick was hard as its ever been and I was getting very close. Watching him jerk off and fuck himself at the same time was so hot. I could see beads of cum oozing out of his cock head. He was excited and ready to blow. Just the sight of him pushed me right over the edge.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum dude!" I growled.

He began stroking his dick harder and faster. I felt his asshole tighten up a notch around my cock. It was more than I could take. Then he let go of his cock and put his hands down on my chest while he worked himself back and forth on my cock. He moved his ass really fast with his head down. His dick leaving trails of clear fluid across my stomach.

I was ready to pop at any moment. Then his asshole constricted tightly around my cock as his body convulsed. He squeezed my sides extremely tight with his knees.

I looked up at him as I shoved my hips up. I couldn't help it. As soon as I looked at him I felt a hot, liquid jet of his cum fly into my chin. That was all I could take, my body involuntarily shuddered. I felt my balls fire their first shot. The first volley always takes me by surprise, even when I know its coming. Then the next one shot out of me and the next and the next.

Holding on to his sides, my body jerked and flexed with each shot flying out onto my chest. I couldn't help myself, I tried desperately to get every inch of my dick up inside Jake. I reached and grabbed at him as if he were going to disappear. He pulled his cock like a mad man with one hand and held onto my stomach muscles with the other.

God help me, I do love a man's orgasm. I love everything about it and nothing short of a crashing wave at sunset is quite as beautiful.

When it was done, he lay down fully on my chest and gripped me with his strong arms. I could feel his dick digging into my belly as he continued to work his ass on my dick. I gripped his back just as tightly while still unloading up his butt. I couldn't tell how many shots I fired into him because I was lost in the moment. The next thing I remember is Jake wiping my chest and stomach with a warm wet towel.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Never better." I smile.

I always feel a little guilty and uncomfortable after really great sex. I usually just want to be alone afterward, just to get my bearings or whatever.

"Mind if I take a shower?" Jake asked.

"No, of course I don't mind." I said. "Make yourself at home."

"Cool, thanks." He smiled and kissed me again.

After a few minutes in bathroom letting the water get warm, Jake came back out asked me to join him.

"You see, there's this spot on my back that I can never quite get to. Think you can help me out?" He asked.

We showered together until all of the hot water was gone. The wet and slippery fun that we had was amazing. He kept splashing water in my face and tickling me. By the time we got out we both had hardons again.

After he finished drying me, he ran his hand through his hair and shook the water all over me again.

"What am I, your slave?" He said laughing.

"You want some clean shorts and a tee shirt to sleep in?" I asked.

"Oh, dude, I would like to stay, but that would cause a lot of problems." He told me. "I hadn't planned for any problems tonight."

"Problems?" I asked, looking at him quizzically.

"Yeah, well, you know how girlfriends can be." He said, shrugging. "I'll get enough grief for staying out this late, but I'm prepared for that.

"Oh, alright. Cool." I said, as the realization of what he was trying to tell me sank in.

I knew all too well what he meant. I'd made the same move many times myself before I'd moved here.

He stroked my chest and stared at me for a moment then looked away. For the first time in the evening he seemed uncomfortable. I found it amusing because not long ago, I was him and I already knew everything he was going to do and say.

"Dude", he said, finally looking back at me, "I really wish I could stay."

This was getting really boring. "Stay or go, I don't care which. Just make up your mind already." I thought to myself.

"Jake, its cool man. I totally understand." I reassured him. "If you have to go, you have to go. Don't sweat it."

And in fact, I really did understand. And by now, I truly did want him to go and he just wouldn't move fast enough.

"Cool." He said, clapping me on the shoulder and smiling again.

Over the next few months I got settled into my new house and met a few of my new neighbors. I got a job at the local university teaching computer programming classes. Once in a while, as a sideline, I did some consulting for a few of the major computer programming companies in the city.

Actually, I didn't really need to work since I was still pretty well off from the sale of our software. And knowing the computer industry as well as I do, it had been relatively easy to make some solid investments and build up pretty nice stock portfolio. Financially, things couldn't be better for me. I just needed to get out and do something with myself, something besides constantly calling my broker.

I hadn't heard from Jake in quite a while which was just as well.

My house was finally in great shape and I loved living on the beach.

I became friends with one of the professors at the university. Jorge was a linguistics and history professor, originally from Lima, Peru, but he'd lived here most of his adult life.

Being in my late twenties, I guessed that he was somewhere around his mid-thirties to late. Awfully young to be a full professor, so I figured him for some sort of academic whiz kid. I picked up a couple of his published volumes and read them cover to cover, in order to get a better handle on his intellectual prowess. You can tell a lot about a person from the way they write.

I liked him immediately. Not only because of his superior intellect or the fact that he was a big handsome stud. The truth is, he's a very charming guy. And not in that glossy, insincere way which always seems so contrived to me. He possessed a natural sort of charisma.

Almost all of the female staff and students drooled over him. Some of the guys too.

Jorge was very easy going and laid back. He was extremely easy to talk to and made me feel comfortable around him right from the very start. Which is kind of odd because that almost never happens with me.

Sometimes I tried to speak Spanish to him, which always got a laugh out of him because I'm so bad at it. He spoke perfect English, without a trace of an accent of any sort. In fact, he spoke English better than I do and was fluent in five other languages as well.

This guy was gorgeous, with classic good looks and a square jaw. Extremely rugged and masculine. Apparently he'd been a print model back in his college years. Eventually, the photo shoots started to conflict with studies, so he quit. And coming from a rich family, he certainly didn't need the money.

He was six foot one, about an inch taller than me. And somewhere around one hundred ninety pounds. His eyes were kind of a coppery brown, sort of a chestnut color. And short black, well coiffed hair.

He wore a very close cropped goatee that gave him the look of a younger man, but he was still a very distinguished looking and always well dressed guy. Certainly one of the most meticulously groomed men I've ever met.

When I first met him I had no idea that he was Latino, because he introduced himself as George and that's what everyone else called him. But as soon as he told me where he was from originally, I could absolutely see it. And that made me all the more hot for him.

I had no intention of making that fact known to him. Under no circumstance would I compromise our friendship for the sake of lust. He was my first real friend since I moved here and as I've said, I don't warm up to people easily.

Anyway, as far as I knew, I was the only one who called him Jorge and secretly I think he kind of like it, because he'd always smile when I did it. To everyone else he was George or Professor Aleman.

We spent a lot of time together. Between my outside contract programming jobs and teaching, I was pretty busy, but Jorge was constantly dragging me out and making sure that I was having fun, since he knew I was still relatively new to the area.

Being a huge baseball fan, I was thrilled to find out that Jorge had season tickets and I was more than persuasive in getting him to take me to almost every game.

I kept on the lookout for a sign of interest on his part. He never showed anything except good old fashioned male companionship which was just fine with me cause I really liked hanging out him.

Working out with him was especially excruciating because he still had a model's physique. And while spotting me on the heavier weights, he always found a way to touch me that made me horny, all the while encouraging me to go for a few more reps. He never failed to slap me on the butt when our work out was done. "Good job", he would say. And still, it all seemed very innocent to me.

Jorge convinced me to plan a cookout at my new house for some of the key members of the faculty and other friends. He told me that it would be a smart move politically, should I ever want to be more than an instructor at the university. I had no such designs, but I could see that it made him happy to think that I did.

"Besides, a little networking never hurt anyone." He said.

"But I hate cooking." I protested.

"Its settled then." Jorge laughed, clapping me on the back.

Early on the Saturday morning of the party, I received a call from Jake. Jorge had just arrived to help me get things ready.

"Hey, how's it going?" Jake asked, cheerfully.

"Not bad. How are you?" I inquired, surprised to hear his voice.

"Quien es?" Jorge inquired smiling, not really wanting to know who it was, but trying to help me improve my Spanish.

"Un amigo." I replied, smiling. "Por que?"

He just shrugged and smiled. I watched his nice butt as he walked out onto the deck with the extra hibachi and charcoals that he'd brought along for the party.

"Oh, you have company." Jake said rather abruptly. "I'll call you later."

"No, that's not necessary." I assured him. "Hey, listen I'm having sort of little get together at the house later today. You're welcome to come by if you want."

"Oh yeah? Sounds cool." He said. "What time?"

"Well, I'm just getting things set up right now, but you can come by anytime. Bring your girlfriend if you want. The more the merrier."

After the words were out, I wanted to take them back. That was classic passive aggressive behavior and Jake didn't deserve that.

"Sure, maybe." He said, quietly. "What time did you say?"

"Anytime you want." I told him. "Just bring your appetite."

"Alright, later."

"Later."

I sat at my desk staring at the phone for a while before Jorge came back in from the deck.

"Hey, I've got to run to store for some other ingredients to make the authentic Spanish entremeses." He informed me. "I'll be back in a few."

"Bueno!" I replied, not at all sure if that was the proper response. It sounded right.

Jorge just laughed as he went out to the door.

Not ten minutes later, buzzer rang. I knew it couldn't be Jorge because I'd given him a key a while back when I had to go out of town and needed someone to keep an eye on my place.

I opened the door and looked down the stairs to see Jake standing outside the gate. I was very surprised.

"You must've called on your way here." I said, opening the gate to let him in.

"Actually I was parked on the street when I called." He confessed, following me up the stairs.

That seemed a bit bizarre, but I didn't comment on it. I was happy to see him.

"The party won't start for a while, but I'm glad you're here. You can give me a hand."

He didn't answer. He just looked sad and dejected.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him.

"No, nothing." He lied.

"Well, help yourself to anything. The bar's fully stocked and there's a keg on the deck."

"Okay." Jake answered, sitting down at my desk.

"There's coffee too, if you want."

"Is he your lover?" Jake asked quietly and matter-of-factly, looking down at my desk.

"What?!" I asked, a little stunned.

Then I was irritated. Since Jake and I hadn't spoken in quite a while I found the question just a bit too personal. But I decided to give him a little latitude. So, I put my angry face away.

"That handsome guy who just left?" He prompted very calmly.

"No, I work with Jorge. He's just a good friend." I said. "Don't tell me you're jealous? We haven't even spoken in, like months."




What Was I Thinking? The Beginning



"Doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about you."

Apparently, I pulled a face which indicated that I was either indifferent or didn't believe him.

"Its true." Jake said. "Whether you believe it or not."

"Whatever." I shrugged.

I didn't want to have that conversation. Truth be told, I was indifferent to entire situation. The last thing I wanted was to get into any of that with him right now.

"Why don't you grab yourself a drink and then give me a hand."

I turned my back to him and went toward the kitchen. Turning around I found Jake right behind me. He grabbed me and kissed me. Not only was I unresponsive, but I pushed him off me. Granted it was rather slowly, but I think I made my point.

"I thought you said he wasn't your lover?"

"He's not." I said, raising an eyebrow in all earnestness. "Jesus man, back up!"

I continued with the preparations for the party, avoiding eye contact with Jake because I knew that would weaken my resolve.

"Craig?" Jake said. "You didn't miss me?"

No answer.

"Come on." He pleaded, snuggling up behind me.

I turned around and there were those beautiful honey brown eyes, looking back at me. I grabbed him and kissed him. What can I say? Sometimes I'm a slut.

And of course, Jorge walked in precisely at that moment. It figures.

"Pardon me." He said, and took the bags right out onto the deck.

"Damn, isn't that door ever locked?" Jake asked.

"Fuck!" I said.

I went over to the bar and poured myself a shot of bourbon even though it was only ten in the morning. Jake followed me.

"Just sit down and be quiet please." I instructed him evenly.

He did. I poured another shot and drank it down. Jake sat quietly while I gathered up the courage to go out onto the deck and face Jorge.

As I went out the sliding doors, I had no idea what I was going to say to him.

"There're some items that need to go in the refrigerator, you should put them away." He said, as he prepared the grill and the hibachi.

"Okay." I said. "I'll take care of it in a minute."

He showed no emotion, so I had no idea what he must be thinking.

"Look, that's Jake in there. He's a friend of mine." I said just as he walked out.

"Yes, it would seem so." Jorge laughed humorlessly.

"Howdy." Jake said, coming out onto the deck with us and extending his hand.

"Pleased to meet you." Jorge said, giving him a brief nod of acknowledgement.

And that was that. The party went off without a hitch and before I knew it, I was the most popular guy, not only with the faculty, but with my neighbors as well, thanks to Jorge.

Everybody loved Jorge, so anything or anyone that he endorsed was alright with them. I think that my neighbors wished that he lived here rather than me though. And of course he played me up as a stellar citizen and told them how lucky they were to have a man like me living here.

Thankfully, Jake was too busy socializing and drumming up business to bother me much. There was a point when I saw him and Jorge talking to each other, but they were laughing and seemed to be getting along rather well.

I was in the bathroom taking a piss when Jorge walked in.

"Oh, I beg your pardon." He said.

For some reason, I still always marveled at his good breeding and impeccable manners.

"No, I'm done. You can use it." I said as I went to the sink to wash my hands.

He locked the door behind himself.

"Listen Jorge, I want to explain about earlier today."

"You do?" He asked, as I watched him pull the foreskin back on his tremendous cock.

He saw me watching him in the mirror. Then he let loose a blasting stream of piss.

His dick is quite huge and I could hardly take my eyes of it. I wondered if he'd ever seen me stealing glances at it when we were at the gym together.

"Honestly, I don't know what to say." I said, still staring at his piss stream. "Well, you know what you saw."

"Are you getting excited right now?" He asked, smiling.

I just smiled back at him. I was getting excited, but I certainly wasn't going to admit it. Not right now anyway.

He put his dick back in his pants and turned to look at me. As he walked over to me, I turned to face him. He stepped past me and washed his hands. And after drying his them, he turned to face me again, this time he folded his big strong arms over his chest and stood with his feet apart. This posture gave him an air of authority. It also made me quite nervous.

The look on his handsome face only told me that he had something important to say. He looked neither glad nor disappointed.

"So, you have an ongoing sexual relationship with this man? Jake?" He asked.

"No, not really." I answered honestly. "We had sex twice, but that was some time ago. There isn't any sort of relationship between us. It was really just a sex thing."

He looked pensive. Nodding his head as he listened. Suddenly I felt as though I were being analyzed by a therapist.

"And do you plan to continue having sex with him?"

"I really hadn't given it much thought." I answered. "Today was the first time I've even talked to him in months."

"And now that you've had time to give it some thought?" Jorge asked, raising one of his bushy eyebrows.

"I honestly don't know." I confessed.

Jorge rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes as he stood before me, just staring at me. I felt like a little kid confessing to his father. I don't know why all of this coming out so freely. I've never been one to share secrets with anyone.

My eyes held his for as long as I could, then I looked down at the floor. Suddenly, I felt very ashamed and very exposed. I wanted to take it all back. But it was way too late for that.

"It makes no difference to me who you choose to sleep with Craig." Jorge said, placing one hand on my shoulder and looking very serious. "That's your business, not mine. So we both learned something about each other today, no?"

"Man, I just don't want this to change things between us."

"This changes nothing between us. Except that perhaps we can be a little more honest with each other from this point forward. You've been nothing but a good friend to me. And I hope that won't change."

He moved his hand from my shoulder and patted the side of my face. He smiled, then pulled me close and hugged me.

"Thanks man." I said, hugging him back.

"For what?" He asked rhetorically. "Now get off me before you become too excited."

We both burst into laughter.

I went out through the door that connected the bathroom to my bedroom to avoid any questions of why we'd both been in the there together for so long. I don't think the thought even crossed his mind. He simply went out through the other door which lead to the living room.

God what a relief. Jorge was the first guy that I hadn't had sex with who knew my little secret and still he remained my friend.

Mercifully, the party was winding down. And Jorge was bidding the last of the guests farewell.

Finally, there was only Jorge and Jake left. Jorge was busy clearing up the mess out on the deck and Jake was sitting at the bar.

"Nice party." Jake said to me as I came back from taking out a bag of trash.

"So you had a good time?" I smiled.

"Yeah, it was great. Pretty nice group of people."

Jorge walked in from the deck. "I think that should do it for now. I'll swing by tomorrow to pick up the hibachi."

"Oh hey, I need to discuss something with you before you go." I said to Jorge.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Jake you don't mind do you?" I looked directly at him.

"No, not at all. Its time I got going anyway." He sat his drink down and dug around in his wallet for a minute.

"My new cell phone number." Jake said, brandishing a business card then tossing it on my desk.

"Cool, I'll see you later." I said, leading him toward the door.

"It was nice to meet you Jorge." He said shaking his hand on the way out.

"And you as well." Jorge smiled graciously.

After Jake left Jorge sat himself down behind my desk and lounged in my comfortable, high-backed office chair. For some reason everybody seems to love sitting at my desk, in that chair.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" He asked.

I walked behind the bar and fixed myself a drink.

"Can I fix you something?" I asked.

"Sure, whatever you're having is fine."

I came back around the bar and handed him a bourbon and ice, then I sat on a bar stool just a few feet from him. I sat quietly staring out of the sliding doors into the dark night.

"So?" Jorge prompted, after taking another sip. "What's going on?"

"Nothing really. I just wanted Jake to leave but I didn't want to be rude." I confessed. "It was clear to me what was on his mind."

"Not very horny this evening?" Jorge laughed.

"I'm always horny." I said, still looking out into the night. "That's the problem."

Jorge sat quietly, sipping his drink as if contemplating something.

"Do mind if I ask you something?" He inquired.

I looked at him. "What?"

"How did all of this start?"

"What do you mean, with Jake or all of it?"

"Both."

I chuckled a little and took another sip. Then I told him about how I'd met Jake and how we'd been caught in flagrante delicto. Jorge roared with laughter until he started choking.

"That's the funniest thing I've ever heard." Jorge said after he calmed down.

"Yeah, hilarious."

"So what now? Are you going to seduce me?" He asked, still smiling.

"Well, I certainly hadn't planned to." I said, completely taken aback by his question. "Would it do any good?"

"Perhaps."

I've never been any good at the art of seduction, my sex partners usually choose me. If I like them, I accept. If I don't, I politely decline. So I just got up and poured us another round of drinks. "Was he serious or just joking around with me?" I wondered.

"Well, one thing's for sure, I can't, in good conscience, let you drive home tonight in this condition." I said, testing the waters. "You have your choice, you can sleep up in the loft on the futon or on the sofa. I sleep there a lot."

Jorge took the drink from me and downed it in two swallows. He got up from my desk, gazing at me, then walked slowly to my bedroom. After I finally snapped out of my stupor and closed my mouth, I went in behind him.

When I got there Jorge was stripping out of his clothes. I started to tremble at the sight his body, clad only in boxers. I took another swallow of my drink then went over and stood in front of him. We just stood there, looking intently at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

As he raised his hand toward me, it appeared to be moving in slow motion and for a second I thought my head might spin right off my shoulders, I was so excited. He pulled me closer and we kissed.

He quickly removed my shirt, bent down and kissed my chest. My heart was beating terribly fast and my breathing was so quick and shallow that I began to hyperventilate. I didn't care. I finished undressing and we climbed onto the bed.

His enormous cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts, so I sought the freedom that it so urgently needed. I remove his boxers and grabbed his dick in my hand. I couldn't resist stroking it while I watched the foreskin run back and forth over the head. He moaned and grabbed my hand, indicating that he wanted me to stop.

Pulling me close to him, he kissed all over my face and licked my lips. I caught his tongue and pull it into my mouth. I ran my hands all over his incredibly muscled body as we kissed deeply. His body felt extremely hot to the touch.

While I was lick his neck and ears, he began to make this deep grumbling sound in his chest. I pulled back and looked at him. He opened his eyes and smiled, I smiled back and continued on my down his body. When I got to his massive pectorals and began flicking his nipples with my tongue he pulled my hand up to his face and starting sucking and licking on my fingers. I had to interrupt his finger sucking technique as I made my way down to his six-pack abs. He still kept one of my hands entwined in his own. No matter, I was mostly using my tongue and teeth as I bathed his beautiful body.

As I ran my tongue and hot breath through his thick pubic patch, I couldn't wait to investigate his large uncut piece of meat. It was my first uncircumcised cock and I intended to investigate it thoroughly. I ran my tongue around the base of it, while lapping at his balls and sniffing at his crotch like a dog in heat. The smell was quite pleasing, pure male. Very clean, with just a hint of sweat.

As I took his fat slab of meat in my palm, I licked my way up the thick tube on the underside. All of this had him quivering and making moaning. It was clear that he was enjoying every bit of this. The head of his cock had long ago cleared the end of his foreskin when his hardon had reached its full length. It was neatly wrapped around the base of the head.

Suddenly, he bade me move into a position where he could have some fun too. I lay my body down next his in a side by side sixty-nine arrangement.

Neither of wasting anytime, we went right to work on each other's cocks. It felt incredible to have his fat cock sliding across my tongue while he did the same to me. My hands found his ass and I began to pull on his hard muscled cheeks, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. When it hit the back of throat, his hips took on a life of their own. Now I had to make sure that I didn't choke to death on his dick.

I was torturing him in a similar fashion. As soon as my cock head hit the back of his throat, for some reason, I felt compelled to push deeper. Soon my fingers found his tight hairy asshole. As my fingers played around the rim I could feel his body tense and relax while his moaning around my cock sent great vibration into my crotch and scrotum.

Pulling off his cock for a moment, I ran my tongue over his balls and down between his legs just behind his ball sac. I felt his hands clutching hard at me as I teased the area just between his ass and balls with my tongue. This was driving him into a frenzy. He seemed to almost be vibrating.

I ran my tongue across his tight little rosebud and he froze. I thought for sure that he was about to cum. Then he let out a huge sigh.

Wetting my fingers with a ton of spit I slowly pushed one in, penetrating him. He put my dick back in his mouth and just suckled the head while I my fingers explored his ass.

Soon I had his cock back in mouth and three fingers embedded in his ass. I worked them slowly and gently so as not to overload him with sensation. I didn't want him to shoot his load just yet.

Somehow I maneuvered him over onto his belly and kneeled between his legs. I massaged his two beautiful globes with my hands then pull his cheeks apart. Quickly I drove my face into his crack and ran my tongue back and forth over the opening. He buck a couple of times and gripped the pillows in front of him with both hands. Leaving a huge gob of spit there I was soon lying on top of him with my cock sliding up and down his crack.

I had dreamed of doing this from the first time that I'd seen him in a pair of workout shorts. The way the material stretched over his protruding butt muscles always drove me crazy with desire. Now it was my crotch pressed tightly against this perfect ass. Soon I was trying to position my cock head at his entrance.

"Craig?"

"Yeah?"

"Take it easy back there. I mean go slow." Jorge said over his shoulder. "I haven't done this in a very long time."

"No problem."

Then he reached back with one and pointed my cock to its destination. He buried his head in the pillow. I pushed forward ever- so-gently. Slowly I began rocking back and forth in an effort to gain entry, pushing a little hard each time. Soon I felt his ass ring muscle start to give way and this drove my excitement level up about ten notches. I could feel the warmth begin to enfold the head of my cock. As soon as I felt that my hips took over and began trying to push deeper faster.

"Ahhggg!" Jorge roared, as he violently pushed himself up from the mattress, in the process, bucking me off his back.

I just lay there a little stunned. He got up on his knees and just glared at me.

"I said SLOW!!!" He growled.

"Okay, I'm sorry man. I promise I'll go slower."

For a second I thought he was going to punch me. Then he looked around the room and spotted the lotion on the dresser. He got up and grabbed it. Returning to the bed he tossed it at me.

"This is your last chance, buddy. Better make it count." He warned me.

Then he got down on all fours beside me on the bed. I took my position behind him and lubed up his hole really well. Then I lubed my dick and went back at it. This time I kneel down between his legs pulled his hips back until my cock pointed at his hole. I urged him to push back and he did, reaching back to guide me inside him. Again he had his face buried in the pillows and now he had more control.

Jorge slowly rocked himself back and forth on the tip of my cock and I could feel him opening himself for me. I could hear some muffled word coming from him but I couldn't tell what they were. Suddenly he raised his head and backed himself onto my cock really fast. Half my cock slid up inside him as breathed out really loudly. His grip on my thigh was like a vise. Then he leaned forward again and in an effort not to loose any ground, I moved forward with him. Once again he was face down in the pillows with his butt stuck up in the air, only this time I was halfway home. I remained perfectly still, except for stroking his back and the cheeks of his butt.

In a few minutes he began moving his ass around and pulling at my thigh. This let me know that it was okay to move again. I began to move in and out of hole while gripping his waist. It was a few more minutes before I could get fully inside him. His tight, gripping hole was so hot that I knew it only be a matter of minutes before I exploded deep inside him. Fucking a large framed guy is definitely one of life's greatest pleasures.

He stroked his cock slowly as I rode his ass. His velvety tight and strong ass muscles were stroking my cock so well that I soon lost my battle with control. I began humping him wildly and pulled at his hips. I could feel my orgasm mounting. I never know precisely when its going to hit, I just know that once I loose control, it won't be long. Driving myself relentless into him, I felt a desperate need to be closer to him. I pounded and pounded into him. I pulled him upright so that I could feel as much of his body as possible against my own.

Wrapping my arms around him, I continued to crash my hips into him. Digging my dick as deeply into as possible. He grunts with each pound. As my body tenses I feel my first shot fire out of the end of my dick. I force Jorge back down and I lay over his back as my hips buck wildly with shot. My hand grasping and gripping at him as though I thought he might get away. Still I feel like I just can't get close enough to him. Shot after shot of boiling hot cum fire inside him. It feel like it won't ever stop and I don't want it to either.

For the first time since I was a teenager, I can hear myself whining and moaning as my body is wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. Whomever said that its never as good as the first time, was dead wrong.

When I finally came down, I was completely spent. I could barely move, so Jorge slowly disengaged himself from me and rolled over beneath me. He calmly comforted me as though I'd been the one on the receiving end of that fuck. I was exhausted.

I must have dosed off because the next I knew all I feel was this tremendous weight on my chest.

"How you doing?" Jorge said, laying on top of me.

He had apparently cleaned up both up while I napped.

"Good. Just great in fact." I replied.

"That's good, cause its your turn now." He said with a wicked grin on his face.