Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 08:52:16 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: Whiskey Beach #7

WHISKEY BEACH
By
Lee Mariner

NOVEMBER 2002

DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for adult readers only. It depicts
homosexual acts between men and boys. All characters are fictional and in no
way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any perceived
similarity is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING
THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING
CONSEQUENCES.

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Copyright: November 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Chapter #7

Maybe it was guilt, maybe confusion, lust or a combination of everything
that had happened over the weekend. My dreams were a kaleidoscope of those
events. It was like dreaming in a fog with first Phil in all of his
magnificence caressing me and then the mists swirled surrounding us and Ian
was kissing my chest his tongue tickling my hard nipples while he stroked my
aching cock. His green eyes flashed like fire when he looked at me but when
I reached for him he leaned away pushing me down, twisting his body and
lowering his head teasingly licking the juice oozing from the urethral slit,
his tongue spreading it around the crown and under the foreskin. Intense
electric feelings engulfed me, muscles tightening, my cock quivering in
anticipation.

"Ian, Ian." I whispered softly, moving my hand over his hard muscled back.

He rose up as the mists swirled again surrounding us, his hand squeezing my
throbbing my cock restricting the upward surge of hot sperm. I groaned
almost in agony when the mists parted and the protean of my dreams hovered
over me his icy blue eyes sparkling, the iciness replaced by a burning
desire. The intensity of his gaze drew me from the depths of the mistiness
of my dreams and I groggily mumbled "Todd?"

"Lie still." He said brushing my lips with his.

I was still groggy with sleep but when Todd's lips touched the head of my
cock, bolts of fire surged through every fiber of my body and I groaned
sucking my breath in between clinched teeth. His mouth felt like my cock was
slipping inside a hot volcano and when the point of return was reached he
swallowed opening his throat and my throbbing burning cock slipped deeper
into the volcanic bowels of Todd's throat.

The intensity was so great I felt the boiling cream of my nuts rising
through my swelling cock and I moaned "Suck me Todd baby, suck it."

Todd's sucking mouth was a hot vacuum drawing the cream from my nuts and I
slipped back into the euphoric mist of my dreams. His fingers played around
and over the entrance too my rectum and with my nut sac, the sensation
tightening my muscles my back arching driving my cock deeper and I groaned
as thick streams of fire emptied into his throat. Todd moaned effecting
eruption after eruption of my life's force from my nuts into his gulping
throat, I had lost all control as Todd sucked demanding more, stripping the
last drops from my wilting sensitive cock as it slipped from his tight lips.

He laid his head on my stomach and I could feel his chest heaving against my
thigh. A warm golden euphoric afterglow flowed over us; he had wiped any
thoughts of Ian or Phillip from my head.

With the grace of an athlete Todd rose at the waist and twisting his body
slid up over mine, I felt the warm stickiness of his climax. There was no
iciness in his eyes, they were a soft deep blue and his lips were as soft as
rose petals. We kissed long, lovingly and I tasted the remains of my sperm
on his tongue. I had that breath catching feeling in my chest like you get
when you have an emotional feeling for someone. A feeling I didn't have when
Phil or Ian and I had sex together. With Ian it was excitement, with Phil it
was a feeling of rekindling thoughts and desires of the past. With Todd, I
didn't know but I did know I liked being with him and not the sex. He still
didn't know about sex between men.

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We lay with Todd on top of me, he felt like a feather, for several minutes.
His head was on the pillow next to mine and his soft breathing was almost as
if he had slipped back into sleep. He was relaxed and his muscles felt like
soft flowing symmetrical cords rippling under my hands as I stroked him. His
body was stretched out between my legs both of our soft cocks nestled in
soft sticky brown and blond pubic bushes.

"Todd, I have to be at work at 8:30, don't you have a class at 10 o'clock?"

"Not today Taylor, Tuesday." He said lifting his head and looking at me. "I
forgot it was Tuesday when I said this morning. I've got a lot of research
to get done at the library today."

"It's easy to get confused. I didn't even think about yesterday being
Sunday, it was so much like Friday. How about we get a shower before we are
cemented together permanently?"

"That wouldn't bother me, I kinda like being here like this with you."

"I like that myself Todd but all of this does not get paid for and we don't
eat if one of us doesn't work. You have school and I have a job at a very
particular bank."

"Now you sound just like my Dad." He said sitting up on one side of the bed
as I slid out on the other.

"Your dad?"

"Yeah, he always talks like that except with him its I, me or mine. Mom
always talks in the third person, we or our. It gets to be a drag
sometimes."

"I'm sorry to hear that Todd." I said picking a towel up off the floor,
wiping my chest off and tossing it too him.

"How about some juice before we shower, mix it with the funky taste." I said
heading for the kitchen area.

Laughing softly he said. "If that's funky, I like it. Got any V8?"

"V8, orange or grapefruit. Take your pick."

"The V8 with a shot of Vodka." He said sitting naked on one of the stools.

"Bloody Mary's on the weekends not Monday mornings" I replied getting two
8ox cans of V8 from the fridge.

Todd wriggled his nose at me grinning and snapped the can open. His Adam's
apple moved up and down his throat as he swallowed with his head thrown
back.

Sitting relaxed and naked on the stool, one foot on the footrest with the
other on the floor, Todd's muscularity was amazing.  Deltoid, triceps and
biceps flowed thick and smooth into his forearms. Trapezius, lats, gluteus,
hamstring muscles flowing smoothly, melding with hard calf muscles. His
pectoralis chest muscles were thick not bulging and blended smoothly with
hard ripped abdominal muscles. Smooth hard quadriceps bulged with power and
his pelvis was flat and hard covered with soft blond hair. His thick soft
hooded cock rested on large balls hanging down maybe 5". Hard it was huge
and soft still very impressive. To my eyes Todd's was the perfectly sculpted
physique that many men worked a lifetime to perfect. His body had the fine
points of Michelangelo's David and Auguste Rodin's Age of Bronze combined.
Smooth, flowing and powerfully exciting but not boorishly bulging.

"Todd, when did you start working out?"

"When I was in junior high school. I was small and I couldn't put on any
weight. Mom took me to different doctors but they all said I was small
boned. Some of my school buddies were filling out and once I saw some of the
kids my age, on the wrestling team, lifting weights and I tried out for the
team. I took a lot of razzing about it but Coach Rollins worked with me all
the way through high school. I won State middleweight in my junior and heavy
weight my senior year. I've stuck with it pretty much ever since. Why?"

"No special reason except I've never seen a more beautiful physique they you
have."

"Is that why you like me?" He said softly, leaning over the counter his eyes
sparkling.

"No." I said finishing my V8 juice. "There is more to a person then their
body. Most guys with bodies like yours usually develop a narcissistic
personality, you haven't."

"I know about Narcissus the Greek kid that fell in love with himself. I've
seen guys like that at the gym Taylor; they can't take their eyes off of the
mirrors. I didn't start lifting weights for that, I just wanted to get
bigger but I like the rush I feel when I'm pumping iron, the feel of hot
blood flowing through my veins. I get a hardon lots of times just from that
feeling."

"And when someone runs their hands over your body, feeling your muscles?" I
said huskily, my cock starting to swell.

"Don't you like the feel of someone's hands touching you Taylor?" He said
softly, his glistening eyes locked with mine. "No one has ever touched me
but you Taylor and it's exciting. I used to get excited when I wrestled but
the feeling was not like when you touched me. Wrestling was just grappling
for a hold but I wanted the feel of your hands on me."

Todd's words were seductively hypnotizing and my cock was rock hard, aching.
His lips were tantalizingly close and I leaned over kissing him softly
whispering, "I shouldn't have brought that subject up should I?"

"Not unless you wanted to go back too bed." He said laughing.

"Tempting but I think we better get showered Todd, I feel a little crusty."

"Together or do you think I can be trusted?" He said.

"Together if you want. I don't have any reason not to trust you."

"I don't know about that. You've been talking about my body and yours isn't
all that bad. I've seen a hell of a lot worse on younger & older men." He
said snaking an arm around my waist pulling me close as we went too the
bathroom.

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The water in the shower was hot, steam billowing around us. Todd's body had
a healthy golden pink sheen from the water and scrubbing with a sponge. We
both laughed and giggled while we washed each other. He was like a little
boy bottled up in the body of a young god. The earlier catchy feeling in my
chest grew more intense.

Drying off was as much fun as showering. He squirmed and giggled when I
dried between his legs and he squeezed his thighs tight.

"Careful, no man has been where you are now and those aren't walnuts you
have in your hand." He said grinning at me his eyes flashing.

"I know but you aren't doing a bad job with mine either."

"Turn about is fair play." He said relaxing his thigh muscles and spreading
his legs slightly.

He was enjoying his self and so was I but he had more time then I did.
Wrapping the towel around my waist more from habit then embarrassment
because he was standing there watching me, I shaved. He followed me; shaving
what little fuzz he had on his face.

While I was dressing he sat of the edge of the bed wearing one of my terry
cloth robes. It didn't take me long dressing and when I started to tie the
knot in my tie he came over too where I was standing in front of the mirror.

"Here, let me do that." He said taking the tie from me and getting another
from my tie rack. "This maroon one will look better with your gray suit then
the stripe."

He was right it did look better.

"How long are you going to be at the library?"

"Maybe two or three hours. You wouldn't believe the crap they ask us for in
Psych II class. I'll have a ton of books to study."

"Yes I would. How about lunch? Think you can spare an hour around 1 o'clock?
We could meet at the Heidelberg."

"Sure, no problem. Where is the Heidelberg, is it German? Sounds like it."

"It's on Drury Lane off of Broad St. It is old fashioned German, big steins
of good beer and fantastic knockwurst."

"Drury Lane? Isn't that the narrow street across from your bank? That's gay
if it is isn't it?"

"The right street but wrong description. The Heidelberg is a mixed crowd,
some gay, some not so gay and there are straights. Either way the food is
great."

"Okay with me."

"Great. Park in the banks garage and use one of the bank customer spaces.
The attendant won't stop you going in but they will want a validation that
you were in the bank or you will have to pay $5.00. I'll bring a validation
slip with me." I said picking up my keys.

When I started to go out Todd said, "Taylor how will I get back in? You
won't be home until after 5 o'clock will you?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Use my key card and punch in 3633. I'll have
you one made later."

"Would it be okay if I brought a few things down?"

"Sure, use the closet in the spare bedroom. I'll see you at lunch." I said
kissing him quickly.

"See ya." He said as I went out the door. It sounded good.

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I was about 10 minutes late when I drove into the bank garage. Fortunately,
I didn't need to look for a parking space since mine was reserved on the
second level. It was one of the perks of being a VP.

Martha, my secretary, was sitting at her desk, as she usually was when I
walked in. She looked up smiling as I walked up too her.

"It looks like someone had a good weekend." She said.

"I did Martha, how about you? Did anything happen after I left that I should
know about?"

"Only one thing. An executive memo was in my basket this morning when I came
in. Mr. Darnell has delayed this morning's executive meeting from 10:30
until 3:30 PM today.

That little piece of news was not unusual since the banks President had a
habit of changing meeting times too suit his convenience. The change from
morning until afternoon meant he didn't have a social event for the evening
and we would be here for only God knew how long.

"Damn Martha, I was hoping to get out of here on time for a change. Griffin
will want every "i" dotted and "t" crossed and he cross examines everyone
about everything as if we were in court." I groused quietly. The delay meant
I would be much later than 5 o'clock getting home.

Martha knew Griffin Darnell as well as anyone in the bank; she had been his
private secretary for years when he was a junior vice-president. When he was
appointed the banks President she didn't move up with him more from a
personal decision the lack of competence. She and I had grown fairly close
since I joined the banks executive staff and could be trusted not to discuss
anything she knew. I had the strong suspicion she suspected I was gay but if
she did, she never indicated she did. When I complained about the change,
she rolled her eyes smiling at me.

"And, it means there will be a stack of things for me to do in the morning.
Would you like some coffee before we get started compiling the reports you
will need?" She said.

"Reports Martha? I thought you had those done on Friday?"

"They still need correlating Mr. Bridges. You said we would do that this
morning."

"Your right Martha, sorry, I forgot. I can use some coffee, put a shot of
brandy in it if you have any handy." I said over my shoulder, walking in my
office.

"Sorry, cream and sugar only." She said smiling again.

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Monday's were never a good day for executive meetings or any type of
meeting. With telephone interruptions from inside and outside the bank and
other minor problems, it took Martha and I until almost noon before we had
the reports I would need in sequential order for presentation. Griffin was a
stickler for things being neat and in order and hated being delayed.

He had never scolded someone in the presence of others but his scowls and
the steely cold look you received from his slate gray eyes was more then
enough to make your heart almost stop. I had never been on the receiving end
but I had seen more then one person that had. My good fortune was having
Martha for my secretary; she had gotten me out of more than one scrape.

When we finally finished, I looked at Martha,

"Martha, why don't you go ahead and get your lunch? We have this pretty well
taken care of and I have a 1 o'clock appointment with a friend for lunch.
Would that be any trouble?"

"No, I'll tell Sharon and she can cover while I'm out."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

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While Martha was out, I read over some of the figures and presentations of
my quarterly reports. I double-checked the figures on my purchase of the
cottage in Whiskey Beach to be sure of its accuracy. I wasn't connected with
it since the sale had been made through Couhigg Real Estate but it didn't
hurt checking. Someone with a suspicious mind might connect the sale date
with the large withdrawal from my personal account but that couldn't be
helped. There was nothing illegal about the transaction but I didn't want
anyone making an accusation of using inside information.

Martha popped her head in the door when she returned and I told her I might
be a little late getting back. She nodded her head smiling as I put the
reports in my attaché case to be ready when I returned from lunch with Todd.
I ate lunch at the Heidelberg often since it was a short walk, the food was
good and every now and then I'd meet a friend of both persuasions. It was a
mixed crowd but the friends I had in the banking and finance business
couldn't really make any assumptions since they were there as well as I and
I didn't either although I did have my suspicions about some of them.

This time though, I was looking for Todd and when I turned into the lane off
of Broad I spotted him coming from the other direction off of Chestnut.

We both waved and I was happy seeing he was dressed conservatively casual
and not like a college student. Instead of jeans, he was wearing dark blue
slacks with a matching windbreaker and a white shirt open at the throat with
a light blue ascot. The ascot might have been a bit much but it set his
brilliant blond hair off and matched his eyes. I felt that catch in my chest
like my heart had skipped a beat as we approached each other, he could have
been mistaken for a male model.

"Hi guy." He said smiling. "I was afraid I was going to be late, I got
pretty deep in my research. How has your morning been?"

"Busy. A meeting that was set for this morning has been changed too this
afternoon." I said as we walked into the crowded restaurant.

"Whoa Taylor, looks like everyone had the same idea. The place is jammed."

"It just looks that way. Everyone wants to sit at the front where the bar
is. Follow me; there is another dining room in the back. I like it better
than the front anyway, you can't hear yourself think up here."
Todd followed me as we weaved our way through the tables. I saw more then
one head turn as we passed by. There were more people then usual in the rear
dining room but there was an empty booth too the front between multi-colored
windows.

The décor of the Heidelberg was strictly German. The walls, booths and
furniture were of a dark almost black wood. No cushions just wooden seating.
The floor was an imitation highly polished brick pattern and the walls were
covered with ancient looking swords, maces, shields, etc. Large yellow
glassed sconces on the walls with several matching chandeliers hanging from
the high ceilings. It was probably a copy of some place in Bavaria.

"Quite a place Taylor, you come here often?"

"Pretty much, it's close and the food is good. I usually eat at the end of
the bar. Justin the bartender is cute."

"Competition and we have only just met." Todd said his eyes laughing and
sparkling.

"I wouldn't say we just met, more like we have gotten to know more about
each other. By the way, that's a nice outfit you have on."

"Thanks, I thought it would be better then wearing jeans and a sweatshirt
since I was having lunch with a banker."

"I appreciate you thinking about that but if you look around you'll see more
jeans then business suits."

"Your right." He agreed after looking around. "I didn't notice when we were
coming in. I was more afraid of being raped then thinking about what people
were wearing. Didn't you see all those guys looking at us?"
"Of course I did, you're the best looking in here."

"Don't you mean besides you." He replied grinning and nudging my knees under
the table.

"Touché. Do you want a beer?" I asked seeing our waiter approaching.

"What are you going to have?"

"Bitburger Premium, you might like it."

"Okay, I'll try one."

"Along with that, how about a metwurst sandwich on pumpernickel with some
hot potato salad? That's one of my favorites."

"Don't they have plain ham and swiss cheese sandwich's on rye bread? I'm not
sure about German food."

"Sure, but I wish you would try the potato salad Todd, it is really good."

"Okay. I've never eaten hot potato salad but if you say it is good, I'll try
it."

"That's it waiter, bring the beer first please." I said giving our order to
the waiting young man.

"Yes sir, beer first after I place your order. The kitchen's rushed so
better get it in right away."

"Frosted mugs if you have them."

"We should still have them sir, I'll see." The waiter said hurrying away
dodging tables and customer.


"I don't see why people say this place is gay Taylor. Lots of the guys at
school say it is. That's the main reason I've never been here, it looks just
like any restaurant bar except its German."

"The Old Heidelberg has been here a long time. I wouldn't be surprised if
Philadelphia wasn't built around it. I'm just kidding but it does go back
before the Second World War. A German immigrant from Bavaria built it. He
was supposed to have been a brewmiester before he came over here."

"But why do people say it is gay?"

"Because it is in the center of most of the gay bars in the city probably.
There is a bar called the Drury Lane just down the street and there have
been a few fights between some of the patrons from both bars. Usually around
closing time when some guys grow 9' tall after a few drinks."

Our waiter brought our beers with the frosted mugs while we were talking and
said our food would be out shortly. He was a pretty nice looking kid and
from the way he was eyeing Todd it was obvious he was interested in him.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I felt that way the other night but I wasn't
looking for a fight I was just horny as hell."

"It's too bad I didn't come back earlier. We haven't been here 20 minutes
and you have an admirer already. Our waiter has roving eyes."

"I saw him looking. He has a problem, not me. When do you think you will be
home? I should be finished at the library pretty soon."

"That's one of the. . . . . ." I started to say when our food was delivered.
We both sat back waiting for him too leave.
"I won't be home until late I'm afraid. A meeting that was scheduled for
this morning has been changed to this afternoon when I get back from lunch."
I said biting into my sandwich.

"How late?" He asked.

"I'm not really sure, maybe 6 or 6:30. Why don't you pick out a restaurant
and we will go out for dinner. I had thought about fixing steaks with baked
potato and salad but it'll be a little late for that."

"Damn Taylor, does it happen often?"

"Not much. I think the bank Pres. Is leaving on a trip and he wants to clear
his calendar before he leaves. Would you like another beer?"

"No thanks, I can feel that one. I can still bring a few things down from my
parents if your not going to be home early. I brought some down before I
left." He said leaning across the table. "I rode the elevator naked, you'd
have loved that. I got all excited walking around my parents naked."

"And?" I said grinning.

"That's all. Oh, I know what your thinking. Yeah, it crossed my mind but I
figured I'd wait until tonight when your home."

I finished my beer smiling, "I bet it took a lot of will power."

"No, not much. I just thought about what I had to look forward too."

"You are a horny devil." I said looking into his sparkling eyes.

"You don't know how much where you are concerned lover. I told you how long
I waited."

"You don't have to rush it, I'm not going any place except back too work and
you still have research to get done. Here's the parking ticket for the
garage." I said singling our waiter for the ticket.

The restaurant had thinned quite a bit and it was easier leaving then when
we came in. I think our waiter was probably going to need the men's room
after we left, he didn't take his eyes off of Todd even as I paid the
ticket.

We walked together the short distance back too the bank but Todd used the
pedestrian entrance for the garage and I used the main entrance. He winked
as we parted and that catchy feeling was in my chest again.

I was wishing the damned executive meeting was over so I could get home.

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