Date: Tue, 07 May 2002 16:50:45 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Whiskey Beach #2

WHISKEY BEACH
By
Lee Mariner
May 2002

DISCLAIMER: This story depicts homosexual
acts between young men and should you NOT BE OF
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All characters are fictional and in no way
related to any persons living or deceased. Any
perceived relationship is coincidental.

ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE
THREATENING CONSEQUENCES AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED.

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* * * * * * * * *

Chapter #2

Phil and I gathered our clothing up from the
floor and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself
at the thought of having sex on a living room
carpet and with someone I had been wanting for
years. He looked at me and grinned but we
didn't say anything.

We must have looked like a couple of kids out
of a Jiggs comic porno magazine as we walked
with clothes and suitcases to his bedroom
completely naked cocks swinging.

Phil had always been a strikingly good-looking
man when he was in his 20's but now he looked
like he could have been a Calvin Klein model.
His muscles rippled across his broad shoulders
under smooth unblemished skin. He moved with an
athletic grace on the balls of his feet. There
was hidden power in his triceps, hamstrings and
calves as he walked carrying my case. The
tightness of his buns was exciting me just a
little at the thought of exploring them
further.

Throwing his clothing on the bed, he set the
case down and turning it was obvious he was
still excited as he moved towards me his blue
eyes gleaming.

"Looks like you're having some dirty thoughts
Taylor."

"No more then you are from what I see."

"Yeah, man. I'm so horny from wanting you and
finally getting it after all these years. I've
had a hard-on since you first called me last
week. Do you think that big fat cock of yours
will fit in my ass?"

"We can try."

"I intend on doing just that but first, lets
shower and have dinner. Then we have the rest
of the evening too find out what we've been
missing."

"Just like a cock teaser. I used to get hard as
steel looking at your ass in the head and now
you're putting me off."

"Only for a couple of hours stud, I'm not
interested in a quick screw. I want to be able
to enjoy you and that gorgeous cock and body.
I've waited 6 years for you and it's not going
to be rushed like we just did. That was an
appetizer, the main course later. The bath is
right there; you go ahead and get your shower
while I fix us a drink. What would you like?"

"Bourbon and soda will be fine. Easy on the
booze though, I haven't had any lunch."

"Gotcha, towels inside leave the water running
when you come out." Phil said as he pulled a
robe on.

After Phil left the room, I looked around. The
room was large with one wall all sliding glass
doors leading out onto a screened deck with a
large Jacuzzi. There were two vertical folding
screens that could be pulled away from the
outside walls of the house providing a
completely private area where you could use the
tub nude. Two large skylights in the roof
provided plenty of light and fresh air when
open. His bed was Queen size and the remainder
of the furnishings was no more that a bachelor
would need. On the wall over the bed was a
large maybe 24"x 36" oil painting of Phil nude
with the exception of a black posing strap
covering him and it was breathtakingly
beautiful. He was leaning backwards against an
overturned boat with one leg extended and the
other cocked back. With the light blue white-
capped waves of the ocean breaking onto the
sand and the blue sky as a background, his
golden body and hair were magnificent. I was
standing there completely mesmerized by the
beauty of the portrait when I heard him behind
me.

"I'd like to have one done of you someday
Taylor. The painter is a friend of mine."

I jumped when I heard him; I was so entranced
by the portrait.

"Damn Phil, he must be a hell of an artist. I'd
love to have one so I can hang it in my bedroom
at the cottage."

"I think we could have two made, I'd like to
hang yours beside mine. We'll talk about it
later. Here's your drink."

Still naked I took the drink Phil offered and
sipped on it as he took off his robe. He
matched the portrait perfectly.

"Do you think your painter friend would paint
another of yours Phil?"

"We can ask him, how's the drink?"

"Good, thanks."

"Let's get that shower Taylor, it's getting
late."

* * * * * * * *

Phil's bath was like something from the Roman
Empire. Black and white glazed tile walls
interlocked in intricate Celtic designs & the
floor was black mirror finished granite. One
wall was almost all inset mirror hung over a
triple basin sink. A toilet and standup urinal
were hidden in an alcove with batwing doors.
The shower was completely enclosed in clear
plate glass from floor to the ceiling.
Showerheads were recessed in the ceiling and
when turned on it was like rain falling. Inset
waterproof can spotlights illuminated the
entire bathroom and could be adjusted by
individual dimmer switches.

"I designed it Taylor, like it?"

"I've never seen anything like it Phil. Six
people could shower together if they wanted
too."

"I guess so but right now it's just two."

With the flick of a few switches soft music
flooded the room while orange and white spots
illuminated the shower. Phil pushed a few
buttons and a fine mist filled the shower room.

"After I bought the place I did a lot of re-
modeling. You can see it all later." Phil said
as he led me into the shower.

Phil's body gleamed in the almost golden light
reflecting from him as the fine mist wet us
both. By stepping back from the center you
could wash with the sponges and shower gel that
were on glass shelves. He stood in the center
running his hands over smooth muscles and
through golden locks. His blue eyes flashed as
he looked at me.

"You just going to stand there Taylor?"

"No, I was just thinking of the times I watched
you shower on board the ship. You were gorgeous
then but now, you are magnificent Phil." I
said, moving towards him.

"I remember, I used to watch you getting hard
and then you'd hide in the corner of the
shower. You can't hide now buddy, I got you
right where I've wanted you."

I melted into his arms, my heart racing. With
our bodies pressed tight together we kissed
while our hands explored, cocks straining
between us, our breathing quickening until I
felt like I was about to explode.

"God Phil, you've got me so turned on I feel
like putty. Christ, I'm going to cum any second
we keep this up."

"I feel the same way Taylor but let's wait
okay? We're moving too fast."

We finished showering, drying off with huge
fluffy terry cloth towels. The desire in me had
only subsided a little but I agreed with Phil,
we did seem to be moving too fast.

Since Phil had put my bags in his bedroom it
was understood that we would sleep together and
I liked that, it sort of felt natural.  I hung
my shirts and pants in one of the huge walk-in
closets but left my walking shorts, jockeys and
t-shirts in their bag with my socks. The music
that Phil had turned on in the bath was
floating in the air from hidden speakers.

Phil pulled out dark brown slacks and a mocha
colored broadcloth short sleeve shirt, the
colors brought out his golden blond hair and
deep tan. I decided to wear dark blue slacks
with a lemon colored linen shirt.

"You look great Phil, I'm surprised some girl
hasn't tried to hook you."

"Some have and in a small town like Dover it
can get a little sticky. My sales and office
staff know I am gay and I think there are
probably whispers in business circles but it
hasn't hurt any. What about you? Your no slouch
yourself you know."

"Living in a city the size of Philadelphia
helps some. I've taken a few girls from the
bank out on business type dates and they may
guess but no problems."

"Go to bed with any of them?"

"No, never got to that point. How about you?"

"Once just for the hell of it. I had to think
about some hot stud so I could get a hard-on
though. It was like sticking my cock in a wet
pea coat sleeve. Thank god I used a condom, I'd
have hated like hell to knock her up."

"And I just sucked on that thing!!!"

"It washes off buddy, you'd never have known if
I didn't tell you about it. Ain't no different
then sucking on someone's cock after they
fucked your ass."

"No one has fucked my ass in a long, long time
and I haven't stuck it up anybody's ass about
as long."

"Maybe we can correct that this weekend." Phil
said wickedly.

"Maybe. Where's this place we are going for
dinner, I'm starved."

"Burroughs Steak House out on the DuPont
Highway. Great food, you ready? You look great
in that outfit Taylor. That shirt really shows
off your hair and chest."

"Thanks, you are pretty hot looking yourself.
Wanna use my car or your truck?"

"Truck, no need to shift them around. We will
be using the truck tomorrow in Whiskey Beach."

The drive to the steak house didn't take but a
few minutes since the DuPont Highway was the
main route around Dover. Lots of car
dealerships, businesses and the Blue Hen Mall
had opened up since the Air Force Base had been
built just outside of the city on US113. Phil
gave me a quick tour as we drove. Dover itself
was mostly Colonial Architecture with some
Federal but the highway was a mess of glass,
steel and pre-fabricated buildings one right
next to the other.

The sun had set and in the twilight a mass of
different colored neon and spotlights were
coming on.

"Do you have much to do with any of the real-
estate here Phil? I've seen your signs on a few
buildings."

"Yeah, we handle some of it. Uncle Andy made a
ton of money selling most of the farmland out
here when all of this started being built. I
inherited 7 houses when he left me the agency.
Three of them are in Rodney Village & I live in
one. The others are rental properties scattered
around the city. There is one place down
outside of Milford that I've been thinking
about living in and moving out of the Village.
It's pretty big and sits on 15 acres, make a
nice little love nest if I ever find the right
one someday."

"You will Phil, takes time."

"Yeah but we aren't getting any younger!!! Are
we? Here's the restaurant, dinner's on me so no
bitching."

Phil's comment about "we" stuck in my head as
he pulled into the parking lot and suddenly it
didn't sound that bad. I had been having only
one-night stands and didn't have time for
thinking about settling down with anyone since
most of it was a quick fuck or blow for the
night. A couple of times were weekenders but it
was all pretty much the same, sex for sex's
sake.

Walking inside the restaurant, the hostess
approached Phil.

"Good evening Mr. Couhigg, your usual table
tonight?"

"Sure thing Clarisse, you're looking awfully
good tonight."

"Why thank you. Right this way please."

Phil glanced at me with a grin as we followed
the hostess. She was built pretty well from
both front and rear but the young man that
served us was a stunner. He must have seen us
since he waiting at the table the hostess was
taking us to.

"Hi Mr. Couhigg, nice to see you again. Will
you have your usual?"

"Hello Ian. Yes I will, what would you like
Taylor?

"Do they have LTD Canadian bourbon? If they do,
I'd like soda and a lemon twist over the
rocks."

"I'll check on that sir. If we don't do you
have another preference? Our bar bourbon is Jim
Beam."

"One or the other will be fine, thanks."

My eyes followed the young man as he walked
away. He had auburn hair with dark green eyes
and was dressed in tight fitting black trousers
with a black vest over his white broadcloth
shirt. His smile showed brilliant even white
teeth. Even with his clothing you could tell he
had an athletic build, a swimmers body.

"Nice isn't he Taylor?"

"That is an understatement. You called him Ian,
that's Scotch isn't it?"

"He is Scotch-Irish and in answer to the rest
of it, he is gay and built solid as a rock. Ian
is a student at Delaware State. Swimming and
gymnastics keep him in shape and I do mean in
shape, smooth lean and lithe muscles. He's 21
years old and lives with a couple of buddies
over on N. Governors Ave. his last name is
McCullough."

"You know a lot about him Phil."

"We've been in bed together a few times and he
is great. He's not one of these kids you meet
for a quickie but wouldn't walk down the street
with. Ian you can go with anyplace. If he likes
it with you there will be other times and he is
very discreet. He spends a lot of time at
Rehoboth Beach, not far from Whiskey. I'll
introduce you when he returns, intended to
anyway."

"Sorry Phil, I didn't mean to pry."

"No problem, Ian is a free spirit no strings on
him. He told me he is too young for any
permanent relationship but if it strikes, it
does is the way he looks at it."

Our drinks arrived and they did have LTD
Canadian, unusual for most bars. Ian was a
smooth and experienced waiter, sitting the
drinks at just the right angle for easy
handling. I noticed him glance at me a couple
of times as he was serving them.

"Ian, this is a friend of mine from Philly, Mr.
Taylor Bridges. He just bought a cottage down
in Whiskey Beach. We're going down there
tomorrow. You still going to Rehoboth?"

"Nice meeting you Mr. Bridges, I think you will
like Whiskey Beach. I still go there when I get
a chance Mr. Cohigg. With school and working I
don't get much chance though."

"You've visited Whiskey Beach, Ian? This is my
first time. Phil handled the purchase for me."

Ian looked at me for a second, little golden
flecks flashing in his eyes as he smiled.

"I drove up there a couple of times looking
over the beach. I like the quietness of it
compared with Rehoboth. It's gotten awfully
full of tourists during the summer. I thought
about getting a job there but it's a little far
for driving back and forth. Besides, Burroughs
is a nice place. I've met some really nice
people here. Excuse me; I have another table
that needs me. I'll be back for your orders
shortly if that's all right?

"Go ahead Ian, we're in no rush." Phil said
glancing at me. "Would you like to meet him
later Taylor? I think he likes you from the way
he was looking."

"Not tonight Phil, I'm with you remember? Six
years is a long time to wait."

Ian returned, took our orders and Phil was
right. The food was delicious and the steaks
were grilled to perfection. Ian came by our
table several times, filling water glasses,
removing dirty dishes and in general keeping
the table neat. He leaned against my shoulder
with his hip once and smiled, his eyes looking
into mine as he moved away. I could feel an
interest in both of us.

We talked about general stuff until Phil caught
my attention when he asked me about Lee
Michaels.


"Do you remember Lee Michaels Taylor? I think
he lives in Philly."

"I should say I do Phil, he has a rather hefty
account with our bank. He just returned from
the Middle East. Remember him, who in hell
could ever forget him."

"Yeah, he is a hell of a man isn't he? I always
had just about as much of a crush on him as I
did you. What a hammer he swings."

"You know from personal experience?"

"I wish but he didn't get out until after you
and I did so we didn't stay in that close of
touch. He called me a couple of weeks age
asking me to see if I could fix him up with an
apartment up around Smyrna. He works for some
outfit called MegaData and will be working in
that big refinery you might have seen on your
way down, you can't miss it. I told him he
should get out of that computer data processing
business and come in with me in real estate.
Ulterior reasons sure, but I could use someone
with his computer background."

"He isn't in Philadelphia Phil, he's out west
in Cincinnati. I set up an account for a young
friend of his last week. He had a letter from
Lee with all of the information for the account
and authorized the transfer of funds from his
account into an account for this kid. His name
is Carl McDowell and he could be a young
version of you. Nineteen years old, built like
an Adonis with shorter blond hair but piercing
blue eyes. He and a friend of his, Dalton
Chambers, are rooming together and going to
Penn State. Carl told me that Lee had gone back
to Cincinnati after leaving MegaData but he
didn't know the reason for his leaving."

"That good looking huh?  Hmmmm wonder what Lee
is doing in Cincinnati? I sure hope he calls
back about that apartment; I'd like to talk
with him. He would be perfect in setting up
this new International MLS system. I've got an
office in Duck, N.C. on the outer banks and
another up in Providence, R.I. but I'm going to
have to hire someone soon and I sure would like
it to be him."

"Branching out that much Phil?"

"I want to yes. Recreational property is where
it is right now and there's money to be made.
Selling houses and renting apartments is okay
and steady but getting into rec property is
where it is now. That's how my Uncle Andy made
his money. When he learned from a couple of
friends that the government was going to build
the airbase, he got in on the ground floor and
bought I don't know how many acres out on 113."

"It pays too know the right people. I can email
you Lee's telephone number and his brother's
address if you would like, I don't think he
would mind since he already called you."

"I'd appreciate that Taylor. You want anything
else?"

"Yes, but not here."

Phil grinned wickedly as he motioned for Ian.

"Yes sir. Would you and Mr. Bridges like
anything else?"

"Not right now Ian, bring the check please."

"I have it right here." Ian said pulling the
check from his order folder. "When will you be
going to Whiskey Beach Mr. Bridges?"

"Phil and I will be going tomorrow Ian. I'm
only down for the weekend. There is a lot of
work that is going to be needed and we need to
get an idea of what so it can be done. Would
you like to go with us? That is if your not
working or have other plans."

Ian's eyes lit up and he flashed a brilliant
smile. "I'd love to if it's not a problem. This
is my off weekend. I'd thought about going to
Rehoboth but I'd love to see what your place is
like. When will you be leaving?"

"Around 8AM Ian. Where can we pick you up?"
Phil said grinning at me.

"The donut shop on DuPont and S. Governors if
that's okay? I can walk there from our
apartment."

"That's right, you live with a couple of other
guys don't you?"

"Yes sir and they get a little nosy when I'm
going out or you could pick me up there."

"I understand that Ian. You ready Taylor? We'll
see you in the morning Ian."

"Yes sir, it's been really nice meeting you Mr.
Bridges."

"Same here Ian."

Phil kidded me unmercifully on the way to his
house. I couldn't help but grin at some of his
comments, Ian was very interesting and I was
hoping for the chance to know him better.

* * * * * * *

Phil turned around and backed into the drive at
his house telling me he wanted to load some
tools and a couple of coolers before we left in
the morning. The tail of the truck was right at
the porch and it would be easier loading. I
stood on the porch while he locked the truck,
waiting for him. I stood off to the side while
he opened the door when he suddenly snaked his
arm around my waist pulling me closer. The
muscles in his arm felt like steel bands as he
pulled me close his lips searching for mine in
the darkness.

The kiss was long and lingering as his tongue
twisted in my mouth with mine. I ran my arms
around his neck grinding my groin against him
feeling his hard cock pressed against me.
Butterflies were churning in my stomach while
my legs trembled.

"Mmmmmmm god Taylor, you taste good."

"Let's get inside or I'm going to cum in my
pants. You've been teasing me all evening and I
can't handle it anymore."

Phil opened the door and we could hear the soft
music still playing as we went into his
bedroom. We stripped each other, hard cocks
swinging, chests heaving from the excitement
that was like electricity between us. Phil
stood like a bronzed godlike statue his blue
eyes flashing and my eyes devoured him.
Suddenly he dropped to his knees, leaning in
and took my throbbing cock with his hot wet
mouth. Grabbing my ass, he sucked on as much of
my 8" cock as he could his lips skinning the
foreskin back driving me crazy. Grabbing his
head with both hands I groaned.

"Suck it Phil baby suck it." I groaned arching
my back driving as much as I could into his
greedily sucking mouth.  Waves of nerve numbing
electric shocks washed over me as his tongue
played with my blood engorged sheathed head. I
felt my nut cream churning and just about ready
to explode when he withdrew from me, my body
was shaking as my cock quivered pre-cum
flowing.

"Not now baby, I want that up my ass."

I exhaled still trembling and reached for a
condom in my bag when Phil threw me on the bed.

"I want you Taylor not some goddamed rubber
covered rod in my ass. There is nothing for
either one of us to worry about. I want to feel
you blowing that load in my ass not in a
condom. Ride my ass Taylor, drive your cock
deep." Phil cried as he lifted his legs waiting
for me.

I knew from my side of the equation there was
nothing wrong and from the intensity in his
voice I didn't doubt him as I moved under his
upraised legs.

"Don't you want me to use some lubricant Phil?"

"Fuck me Taylor, dammit I tasted enough pre-
cum, that's all I need."

With my knees close to his butt, I leaned in
and placed the head of my throbbing cock at the
entrance into his hot ass. Pushing gently there
was a slight resistance and then as he relaxed
the pre-cum slick head slipped inside his
sphincter snapping just behind the corona
gripping me tight. I waited for just a second
to give him a chance to adjust to the invasion
of my cock.

"Drive it in me Taylor, don't stop. Drive it
all in."

The heat from his tight ass radiated through my
cock and with one continuous thrusting movement
of my hips, I impaled his ass. I could feel the
heat flowing through my cock up into my groin
and covering me as sweat started to cover us
both. From deep inside my gut I groaned.

"Oh my god Phil, Christ almighty how long I
have wanted this. Jesus you're tight."

"Lean on me Taylor, fuck me baby. Pound my ass,
I've dreamed of it for years. Fuck me raw, slow
and easy don't cum yet but keep fucking me if
you do. I want that fat cock filling me."

Taking Phil by his thighs I pulled him in tight
into my groin my thick pubic hair pressing
against his ass under his balls. Leaning into
his legs and lifting him up I took a pillow and
slid it under his hips.

"Drop you legs around my waist Phil and lock
your ankles behind my back. That pillow will
keep your ass up for me and I want to feel your
chest muscles."

He did what I told him and I leaned into him
dropping my head down kissing him lightly
running my tongue over his lips as I started a
long slow withdrawal looking into his lust
filled eyes. Squeezing his breasts twinking his
hard tits I saw his soft cock starting to
harden as my cock was sliding in and out of his
hot ass. Running my fingers over his ribs, he
shivered and his cock was throbbing with every
beat of his heart. He reached for it but I
slapped his hand away whispering huskily, "you
won't need to do that, my cock will make you
come. Lay there and enjoy it with me."

Phil raised his arms to me and taking my head
in his hands he pulled me too him. My hands
gripped his thick pecs as he kissed me. I drove
my tongue deep into his mouth as I was driving
my cock deep twisting and brushing his prostate
gently. Phil's ass and muscles tightened up and
he groaned softly, "Ohhhh yesssssss Taylor,
yessssss. That's it baby make me come."

Sweat was pouring from the both of us as I
slowly drove my cock into Phil sometimes fast
and then slower as I felt the cream rising in
my rod and I could see the pre-cum flowing from
him. I wanted this to last; we both had waited
a long time for it. Massaging his chest while
he ran his fingers up and down my rib cage
sending sharp electrical shocks surging through
me I could feel my body slipping into a sexual
overdrive. A fiery intensity was growing in my
groin and the tempo was increasing until my
nuts were slapping his ass like a drumhead. An
ecstatic urgency forced the both of us up the
mountain of need that could only end in a
thundering climax and with this feeling rushing
up the length of my cock I screamed, "here it
comes Phil baby here it comes." I drove my hips
into him my cock imbedded deep into the cocoon
of his ass as jerking spasm after spasm sent
streams of hot molten cum deep inside of him.
Phil was twisting and groaning as he gripped my
biceps his cock jerking as thick streams shot
up on his chest. He just lay there his body
quivering as we both emptied our nuts of the
life giving fluids they held. A euphoric fog
covered us as we both felt like fire was
consuming us from the intense force of our
ejaculations.

Sweat and cum mixed on Phil's chest and stomach
as I collapsed my cock softening from the rock
hard state it had reached as I shot my load. My
muscles quivered from the intensity of both he
and I reaching the ecstatic heights of
climaxing together and I lay on his chest our
breathing coming in great heaving gasps as we
relaxed slowly. With my head beside Phil's, I
could feel my wilting cock slowly slipping from
his tight ass. I didn't notice that he had
dropped his legs from my waist and his feet
were on the bed and I was lying between his
thighs and knees.

"Mmmmmm, I wish it could stay there Taylor. I
just knew you were good baby. Sorry if I got a
little rough, but you don't know how much I
have thought about you and that big thick cock
up my ass."

"We wasted a lot of time didn't we Phil? I
probably wanted to fuck you as much as you
wanted me too."

"To fucking dumb to do anything about it I
guess. Lets shower quick. I can feel you
starting to move around in there."

We both were covered with sweat and cum and
Phil made a beeline for the bathroom. I looked
at the buttons he had pushed and found how to
set the water temperatures. While I was in the
shower he came out of the little toilet alcove
and looking a little sheepish he joined me.

"No one has done that in a long, long, long
time Taylor. That's why I didn't want you using
a condom. You didn't get mad when I threw you
on the bed did you?"

"Did I fuck you like I was mad? No, I haven't
screwed anyone either so I wasn't worried. All
of the sex I have had has been generic, sucking
and jerking that's all."

"The same with me. I screwed Ian with a condom
but he said I didn't need it. I still did
though."

Phil's body glowed under the sponge as I washed
him. His muscles rippling as he stood there
letting me enjoy the feeling and beauty of his
body. I was not built as heavy as him but the
definition was the same and I could tell he
liked feeling me as much as I did him. He
leaned in once kissing me on the neck before
looking in my eyes. In the deep blue depths I
could see feelings there and we just looked at
each other letting the feelings flow between us
for a few minutes before we finished and dried
off.

Phil threw the sheets back on the bed and set
the clock for 7AM while I moved into the
center. He slipped in on his side and moved
close to me laying his head and chest on top of
me his soft cock pressed into my thing as he
put one leg over mine. Reaching over my head he
pressed a button and the lights slowly dimmed.

Phil was about 15 or 20lbs heavier then me but
he didn't feel heavy lying like he was. We both
were breathing softly and I could feel the
steady beat of his heart. His breathing and
heartbeat was like a gently lullaby and we both
fell into a deep comforting sleep.

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