Date: Sat, 15 May 2004 12:18:51 EDT
From: GIDUPGO@aol.com
Subject: Health Club Workout #21

Again, I preface this with this disclaimer. These writings are true;
actual experiences from my life over the past several years, and lately,
with my life partner. This is not fiction.
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As I ended chapter 20, Matt and I were on our way to Hawai'i in my/our
private jet. I thought now would be a good time to describe this plane,
since I did give a hint of what it is like in my last writing. The plane
is a DC-10, which my father had converted to private service. He had
"inherited" the plane from his father, my grandfather, when he took over
the company at my grandfather's retirement. So, let me describe it as it
is today. At the very back of the plane is our private bathroom, complete
with shower, jacuzzi, commode, sink and vanity. It is like a bathroom in
any home, except on a plane. It is accessible only through our private
bedroom, no outside access from the rest of the plane. The plane has
water tanks and water heaters in the cargo hold, so we are able to take
hot showers or use the jacuzzi at any time. Because it is in the back of
the aircraft, there are only two windows, one on either side, but my
father had them changed from the little round ones that usually come in
this aircraft to larger, rectangular shaped ones.

Forward of the private bathroom is our bedroom. It is carpeted with a
thick, plush carpet, has a queen size bed, two easy chairs, coffee table,
end tables, a davenport, end tables with lamps, and directly in line of
the foot of the bed, but at the opposite end of the bedroom, a large
entertainment center with a tv, vcr, cd player and state of the art
stereo system. There is also a satellite telephone system on board, with
phones in every area of the plane, so we can make and take calls in any
part of the plane, including the bathroom. My Dad thought of everything
when he was upgrading this plane. Forward of the bedroom, which as I
mentioned before, has an entry that automatically locks when we enter, is
the office that my father used. Actually, it is so large, that it was
used as the "flying boardroom", because he often went on business trips
and sometimes took the board members of the company along so that
business deals could be hammered out on the flight and then they were
ready to deal with clients when they arrived at their destination. Dad
also had his desk and computer in this room, and that is where I do a lot
of my dealing and working when in flight. Forward of the boardroom, there
is seating for about a dozen people or so. This is not typical airline
seating, but plush, leather easy chairs that can be turned to face just
about any direction, and can recline also, if someone wants to take a
nap. There is also an entertainment system in this area. This is the area
where the board members usually are when going on business trips. There
is also, just forward of this area, a bathroom for use by anyone,
including the crew, which is nicer than what is on regular passenger
planes. It is furnished with a shower (for long trips), a sink and vanity
and a commode. So crew members and board members and guests have their
own facilities. Finally, there is the kitchen, which is a full size
kitchen, including a refrigerator/freezer, stove, dishwasher, and of
course, all the small appliances and utinsels needed for a kitchen. Of
course, all the furniture and appliances are fastened down so nothing
moves around in flight, especially if we hit turbulence. So, this plane
is literally, a flying home. My dad also made some changes to the cargo
hold. This is where the water tanks and water heaters are located. He
also configured part of this area to accommodate four cars, he was of the
mind, that if he could take his cars with him, he didn't need to put out
money to rent one when he reached his destination. And, since this is a
DC-10, the cargo hold was large enough to do this, and the weight was not
a problem, since if the plane was loaded with a couple hundred passengers
and their luggage in passenger service, it surely could handle a couple
of cars and just  few people in private service. And, as it turns out, he
was right. He just had a extra door put into the belly of the plane, with
a ramp that came down under the tail of the plane, and the cars could be
driven right up into the plane and locked down in place, no problem. So,
that is what the plane consists of. We usually fly with a crew of six or
seven, depending on the length of the trip: pilot, co-pilot, a couple
cabin attendants, and a couple of people to man the kitchen.

Well, we are on our way to Hawai'i, as I said before. We have gone to the
bedroom and sacked out, since we had been up most of the night before. We
manage to get in a couple of hours of sleep when the pilot comes on the
p.a. system and announces that we are a couple hours from Honolulu. As I
turn over to awaken Matt, I notice that he has an erection, so I decide I
will awaken him with a blow job. I move slowly, careful not to make the
bed bounce, and slowly lower my head down to his cock. I lightly flick my
tongue across his cockhead, it twitches and jerks out of reach, so I have
to move my head again to get to it. I flick my tongue across his cockhead
again, and it twitches again, but this time, I am able to keep it within
range by keeping my tongue on it and steadying it where it is. Slowly, I
lower my mouth down over his cock, until I feel his cockhead fully inside
my mouth. I close my lips around his cock and let my tongue start to roam
around his cockhead, and I can feel his cock start to engorge inside my
mouth. "Don't stop now" I hear, and I know that I have awakened him. I
let go of his cock long enough to tell him that I don't intend to, but
also that we have only a couple hours or less before we will be landing.
"In that case, let's make the best of it" he says. I agree, and swing
myself around so my cock is in his face. We roll over onto our sides, now
in the 69 position, except we are laying down. I spread Matt's legs
apart, my head between them, resting on his left leg, his right one
resting on my shoulder. He had done the same with me at his end. I have
his cock deep in my mouth, as he also has mine in his mouth, and we just
relax and make love to each other this way. Matt's rosebud is very close
to me and very accessible in this position, and I am able to insert my
finger inside his love tunnel and find his postrate, which I start to
massage for him. Taking the cue from me, he does the same to me. This
gets things really going, and soon, we are shooting our love juices down
each other throats. Matt is starting to withdraw his finger, but since I
am not doing the same, he keeps his finger inside my love tunnel. I am
trying to get everything out of him I can, so I am massaging his postrate
to keep the juices flowing. Finally, Matt releases my cock long enough to
tell me that he is done, there is no more to be had. So, I withdraw my
finger and just work on his balls a little bit. Matt knows that I still
have some juices to give, and he keeps his finger in my love tunnel,
massaging my prostate until he cannot get any more out of me. I tell him
that it's time to quit, it is starting to hurt a little bit, so he
withdraws his finger, but like me, continues to work my cock and balls
over.

Finally, I turn around so we are now facing each other. I take his face
in my hands and place a kiss on his lips, letting my tongue inside
his mouth and he responds in like manner. We can taste our own sperm in
each other's mouths, it is good. "Well Matt, I guess we are now members
of the 'Mile High Club', huh," I say to him. He looks at me and asks what
that is. I explain to him, we have had sex on an airplane while in
flight, hence the "Mile High Club" name. Then I tell him we have to get
ready for landing, so we better quick shower and get dressed so we can
get seated and fasten our seatbelts. We have a busy day ahead of us. So,
we head for the bathroom, while Matt is showering, I shave, and then we
exchange places. Matt is taking a little longer to shave, so when I get
out of the shower, I step behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.
"Matt, I love you so much," I tell him. "I know that, but we have to get
ready for landing, you told me that a few minutes ago, so don't get other
things on your mind now," he replies. I know he is right, so I don't do
what I was planning, like push my tool into his love tunnel. I know if I
start that, we will be still at it when the plane is descending for
landing, and that isn't always the best thing to be doing, we should be
strapped into our seats at that point.

We go back to the bedroom and get dressed, then go forward to the seating
area and sit down next to each other and get our seat belts fastened. I
ring for a cabin attendant. A good looking man responds and I ask him if
we can have something to drink, or is the kitchen locked down for now. He
says he can still get us something, so we each order a soft drink. While
waiting for him to return, I buzz the pilot to find out our position, we
are just twenty minutes from landing. The cabin attendant returns with
our soda pop and leaves to take his position and fasten his seat belt.
After he leaves, Matt turns to me and remarks that he thought the guy was
good looking, wonders what I think. I tell him that I noticed also, and
wonder if he might be gay also. Matt says that since we are alone on the
plane, it wouldn't hurt to ask, we wouldn't be talking in front of a
plane load of people. I tell him to cool his jets, there is plenty of
time to find these things out, since the same crew will be flying us back
to the mainland after our vacation.

We finally land at Honolulu. The nice thing about having a private jet,
one doesn't have to go through all the hassle of security and baggage
check-in/pickup. The plane taxi's to a terminal set up for private jets,
the ground crew brings one of those motorized ladders to the plane and
the door is opened and we are able to get out with out waiting for anyone
else. We wait while our car is unloaded from the cargo hold, and then the
driver opens the door and lets us in. After we are settled in, he asks
where we are going. I tell him to take us to the penthouse first, since
our meeting isn't going to happen for a couple of hours yet. By
"the penthouse" I mean the place that my grandfather had purchased a few
years ago before he died. That came with the estate that I inherited upon
his death. It is located downtown on the top floor of one of the office
buildings and comes with a private elevator and is completely furnished
and staffed. It has a panoramic view of everything, there are windows on
all four sides, so there is a magnificent view from every room in the
place, including the kitchen.

We arrived at the penthouse, I told the driver to be back in a couple of
hours. Matt and I went up to the penthouse where we were greeted by the
caretaker. I made introductions and let the caretaker know that he was to
treat Matt just as he treated me, that Matt would be staying here with me
and should be treated accordingly. Then I asked if we could have a light
lunch before I had to go to my meeting. "No problem," he says and
disappears through a door into the kitchen. I proceed to show Matt around
the place, there is a large living room with a fantastic view of Waikiki
to the east and the mountains to the north. The bedrooms are on the west
side of the building, with views of the mountains and the ocean beyond
Pearl Harbor and the airport. The dining room and kitchen are on the
south side, also with ocean views and downtown Honolulu at our feet. All
the rooms except one of the bedrooms are corner rooms, so there are huge
views from every room for miles. I tell Matt that if he wants to go
shopping for clothes without me, he can, since I have a meeting
to attend, but it should only be an hour or so. So, if he wants to wait
for me, we can go together. In that case, he can take a shower and take a
nap after we have our lunch, or he can go shopping, or if he doesn't want
to go shopping, he can just go exploring, except he better memorize
the address of the building and try not to get lost. He says he is going
to stay in and wait for me. Lunch is announced and we go to the dining
room and have our lunch. While there, we are talking about different
things, and I ask him what he would think about moving over here
permanently. It is something I have wanted to do for quite some time, and
now that I have the means to do it, does he want to make the move with
me? He has family to think about, so if he doesn't want this, it's okay
by me. I want to be with him, but I want him to be happy with me also. He
says he will think about it and maybe can answer that when I get back
from my meeting. I'm okay with that, so I get ready for my meeting and
leave him for a while.

I get back from my meeting and Matt meets me at the door of the elevator.
He has a big grin on his face, I am wondering what is up. He says
"Remember the question you asked at lunch?" I say "Yes." He replies that
he is agreeable to moving over here, but what are we going to do about
the cars and the house back on the mainland? I ask him if he is sure,
because if he is, I can get my lawyers in action to sell the property
back home and we can send the plane back to get the cars. We hadn't
brought his Jaguar with us, nor my car, just the limousine, not that it
was a stretch job, it was just a plain Lincoln Town Car with darkened
glass and a glass panel between the driver's seat and the back seat.
Also, it did have a phone in the back, but that was the only thing that
made it less a plain car and more a limousine. So, I told him we would go
shopping and get him some clothes, since we were going to be here for a
while, and I needed some clothes also. Then, we would sit down and make
up a list of what we wanted in our house, and how big it should be, and
then see about getting a contractor to build for us, since I was pretty
sure that what we wanted would have to be custom built. Pretty sure, but
there was an of chance that we could find something on the market also.

Well, we did our shopping, and came back to our place with enough
clothing, swimwear and shoes to almost fill one of the closets in the
bedroom. We each had a closet in the master bedroom, but since we are
just about the same size, we can wear each others clothes, so we just put
everything in one closet. The only thing we don't share is shoes and
underwear, not that either of us wears underwear a lot. By the time we
get everything put away, it is getting late, so we go out to one of the
local eateries for dinner. Then, we walk around for a while, exploring
the neighborhood, noting where shops are and places we want to come back
to and browse through. We finally go back to our place and head for the
bedroom. The staff is gone for the evening, so we undress as we head for
the bedroom, by the time we get there, we are both naked. I head for the
bathroom off the master bedroom to the right, it has a northern and
western view, we can watch the sunset from the jacuzzi. I turn the water
on to fill the jacuzzi and when it is full, we get in. It feels so good
to just lay back and relax after being on the go all day. Matt is
sitting in the opposite end from me, facing me. As we watch the sun go
down, I motion him to come over to me. I spread my legs apart and he
slides in between them, his back to me and I wrap my arms around his
chest. He is snuggled up close to me, my legs are around him and the
water is bubbling all around us. Life is good. We watch the sunset, and
then it gets dark. I click on a remote that is near my arms and soft
lighting comes on, and then I click another button and the stereo system
comes on with soft music. I get my hands wet and start to massage Matt's
chest, slowly moving over his pecs, tweaking his nipples. They become
erect, and I just flick my fingers over them, letting them snap back up
to attention as my fingers pass over them. Slowly but surely, I am
lengthening my strokes, getting closer to Matt's rod. As my hands
slip into the water, I can feel his rod is already fully engorged, his
cockhead is just above the surface of the water, disappearing every once
in a while into the bubbles. I play with his tool, squeezing it at the
base, capturing his balls in my hands and playing with them, then slowly
going back up his abs, pressing in on them. I can feel the muscles
flexing beneath his skin, he is all muscle. I move slowly up his abdomen,
stopping to play at his navel, then up his chest to play with his nipples
some more. Matt is starting to groan, he leans his head back and we kiss
deeply. Since I am behind him and he is up against me, he can't do
anything with my equipment, but I feel him starting to move his hands up
and down my thighs, playing with my legs. I can feel my tool trying to
harden, but I have to adjust my body so that it is straight up between my
stomach and his back. I get that done and then we can go back to stroking
each other. I nibble his ears, probing inside with my tongue, nibbling
his ear lobes and on his neck. I feel his cock, it is fully engorged, I
can feel it throb in time with his heart beat. I let the fingers of one
hand trace over his hairless pubic area, I feel his cock twitch as I
touch this sensitive area. I am not ready to have him cum yet, so I am
very careful of what I do. I want this first night in paradise to be
memorable. Then, Matt pulls away, I am wondering what is wrong. He slides
forward, then lifts his legs up out of the water and turns around on his
butt, supporting himself with his hands. Now, he is facing me, but he is
in the middle of the jacuzzi. He takes my legs in his hands and pulls me
toward him until my legs have enfolded him around the hips, and his legs
are under mine, enclosing my butt. Our cocks are now almost together, and
we are able to hug each other face to face, with our nipples touching
each other and our cocks and balls together. Matt pulls my face toward
him and plants his lips on mine, his tongue is inside my mouth, and I
reciprocate. He then starts to kiss my face, going to my nose, my eyes,
my forehead, my chin. Then he turns my head and nibbles on my ear lobe,
exploring my ear with his tongue, just as I had done to him. While he is
doing this, his hands are running through my hair, he is pressing my face
into his. I have my hands on the back of his head, I am running my
fingers through his hair also. We are kissing each other all over our
faces. Finally, Matt comes up for air, so to speak. "That was good," he
says. Then, he slowly pushes on my chest, forcing me to lay back. I let
myself go and lay back against the end of the jacuzzi. Matt slides up as
far as he can and starts to massage my chest, playing with my nipples,
then my navel and then stroking my pubes, which are also hairless. Both
of us now are fully aroused, our nipples are standing fully erect and so
are our cocks. Matt grasps both of our cocks in his hands, he needs both
hands to do this, since we each have large cocks. Slowly, he starts to
use his hands to jack us both off, he strokes up and down the full length
of our cocks with his hands, and as we both start to leak pre-cum juices,
he brushes his thumbs over our cockheads to take the juices and lubricate
our cocks even more. I can see his abs start to tense up, I am pretty
sure he is about to cum, I know I am. My back arches upward and just as I
think I can't hold back any longer, both of us release our loads. Love
juice shoots from both our cocks, straight up into the air and arcs back
downward, his lands on my chest and mine lands on his chest. He keeps
stroking our cocks together, milking every last drop out. Then, we slide
back together, we hug, and our juices mix together on our chests. After I
get my breath back, I ask Matt "Where did that come from?" "What?" he
asks. I say "That idea you just pulled off." "Well, we were sitting there
with my back on your chest, me between your legs, and I wasn't able to to
anything with you except play with your legs, or lean back and kiss you,
so I thought if I turned around, we would be more accessible to each
other, and the rest, well, nature just took over." "Well, it was just
great," I told him. "I'll have to let you come up with some more ideas
from now on. For now, lets just relax and submerge a little and clean
ourselves off here." And with that, we both slid down until we were
almost completely underwater and let the bubble action clean our chests
off. By now, we had been in the jacuzzi for about 1/2 hour or so, so I
said it was time we took a real shower and hit the sack, it is getting
late, and we have things to do tomorrow.

We got out of the jacuzzi, I turned it off and opened the drain. We went
to the shower and got in together, it is large enough to have three or
four people in it, and has three walls full of shower heads plus a couple
of overhead shower heads. I turned everything on, we are getting bathed
with water from all directions, it's almost as good as being in the
jacuzzi. The shower can also be used as a steam room, but I don't have
the steam turned on for now. However, there is a two level bench in there
for use with the steam accessory. With the water going, I use a wash
cloth to bathe Matt's body, he in turn does me. I turn the water off, and
then we step out of the shower and towel our bodies off. Matt turns his
back to me and I dry his back, paying special attention to his ass crack
and his balls. Then, I turn around and he does the same for me. I open
one of the drawers in the vanity and bring out a bottle of body spray. I
spray Matt with it, top to bottom, both front and back, then I ask him to
do me. Then, we rub each other down with our hands. It is very sensual,
and by the time we are done, we both are fully erect again. I think it is
two fold; in response to our hands rubbing each other, and also because
of the tingly sensation from the body spray.

We leave the bathroom and go to the bed. It is a queen size heated water
bed with silk bedding and a down comforter on it. I pull back the
comforter and we lay on top of the sheets. Immediately we come together
in a hug, kissing each other and exploring each others bodies, like we
had never been together before. I guess being in a new location or new
surroundings does that to you, really brings out the romance. The warmth
of the bed added to our arousal, and in no time, we were fully engaged in
making love to each other. Matt got to his knees and with his hands,
started to turn me over. I knew what he wanted, so I rolled over onto my
stomach. He reached between my legs, under my pubes and pulled my cock
and balls straight down between my legs. Then, he laid down with his head
between my thighs, taking my cock in his mouth and down his throat. He
did this for some time, sucking my cock while it was pulled down
straight. There is no way a guy can cum with his cock pulled straight
down like that, at least I can't do it, and Matt knew that. He was
alternately playing with my balls and sucking my cock like this, until I
started to moan and ask him to let me cum. Then, he stopped and started
to play with my rosebud, spreading my ass cheeks apart and lubing my love
tunnel up with his saliva. Soon, I felt his cockhead at the entrance to
my love tunnel. As he started to push in, I pushed back, and his cock
shot inside of me like a rocket. I think he was in six inches before his
cock stopped. He slowly pulled back until only his cockhead was inside
me, then pushed back in. Slowly, he started to speed up his thrusts, and
with each thrust, my ass juices were lubing his cock, and he was going
deeper inside me with each thrust. I wasn't sure if I should raise my ass
up off the bed for him or just lay there and possibly just squeeze real
hard when he pushed inside and hold him there. My ass muscles are strong
enough that I can grasp his cock that way and hold him inside, and he has
to really work hard to pull back out. But, I wanted to feel his cock deep
inside, so I slowly raised up so that I was supporting myself on my
elbows, and I was on my knees, so my ass was now level with his cock.
Now, instead of going up and down, he was going back and
forth horizontally. I am now able to look back underneath myself. I can
see my cock and balls swinging back and forth with each of his thrusts,
my cock is starting to leak pre-cum juices again. Just as I am
noticing that, Matt reaches around my waist and grasps my cock in his
right hand. He feels the pre-cum juices and instantly, starts to spread
it over my cockhead with his thumb, and then he proceeds to start jacking
me off. Now, with my cock in his hand and out of the way of my sight
line, I can see his balls slapping into my ball sac. His balls are
hanging a little lower than mine, so each time they smack into mine, mine
come forward and slap into my pubes. I have never had Matt make such
violent love to me before, he is really going for it this time. I
am enjoying watching the action from my vantage point underneath, I can
see his cock at times, as he pulls all the way out and prepares to push
back in, and then I can watch as our ball sacs slap together. Then, I see
Matt's balls almost disappear as he is getting ready to cum, and when he
next slams all the way into me, I squeeze my sphincter muscle tight on
his cock, he can't get out now, I have some sort of control. He is in
farther than I can remember him ever being before, and as he starts to
growl, I feel his love juice spray all over my insides. He is having an
enormous orgasm, and now, I am starting one of my own, his hand is still
working on my rod, and even though I am squeezing his cock, I find myself
shooting my load into his hand. It feels like forever before we have
emptied our loads, Matt into me and me into his hands and on the sheets.
I relax my ass muscles as I feel Matts cock soften, but even then, as he
tries to pull out, he is still large enough that I have to push to get
his cockhead out. As his cock flops down in front of him, I feel some of
his love juices running down my inner thigh. Matt sees it and proceeds to
wipe it off with his hands, which he then wipes on his chest. I turn over
and look at him, he is grinning from ear to ear. I lean toward him, I
lick up his cum off his chest, then lift my face toward his and kiss him,
letting him taste his own cum. "Matt," I say, "that was the absolute best
loving you have ever given me. Thanks, stud muffin." He looks at me, I
can see his eyes are full of love. "You aren't upset that I took charge
tonight?" he asks. "Of course not," I reply, "I have been waiting for you
to assert yourself for so long, I am so glad it finally happened. We are
in an equal relationship here, no one is always the initiator, no one is
always the giver and the other always the taker. I want our relationship
to be as close to 50/50 as we can make it. If you want to take the
initiative, do it, don't wait for me. I thoroughly enjoyed the way you
just took over tonight. Now, I know you can do it, so feel free to do it
more often, okay, my little stud muffin?" (not that Matt is little, we
are both about the same size in every department, he is just younger than
I, so I call him that, and he doesn't seem to mind at all, since he calls
me his stallion.) By now, it is closing in on 11 p.m., so I lay back
down. Matt lays down beside me, and then I realize that the lights are
still on. I get up and shut the lights off and go back to the bed. As I
get into bed next to Matt, he pulls my face down to his and gives me a
hard kiss on the lips, and then says "I love you, Dave." I can feel
wetness on his face, he has tears running down his cheeks. "What's wrong,
Matt?" "Nothing, I'm just so lucky to have you in my life, and I don't
want it to end." I get up on one elbow and brush away his tears. "It's
not going to end Matt, unless you end it. Okay? This is final and
forever. I love you, and I want you in my life too. Now, let's get some
sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow, if we wake up early enough." "Thanks
Dave, for loving me like you do." he says. I lay back down, and Matt
snuggles up next to me, his back up against my chest, my arms are wrapped
around him. I hold him close and squeeze hard as I hug him. My cock is in
his ass crack, but I am not going to do anything about it now, I want
this moment of closeness to last. Matt shifts his body, lifts his leg and
pulls my cock between his legs. Now, my cock is out in front of him, next
to his cock. He lowers his leg, locking my cock in position. I reach down
and stroke his cock, I can feel my cock nestled into his ball sac. I can
bring my cock up to the point where our cockheads are touching. I rub
them together a little bit, just enough to cause a little friction. Then,
I stop, and return my hand up to Matt's chest with the other hand, once
again my arms are wrapped around him, my hands are clasped in the middle
of his chest, and as we head off into sleep, I squeeze him tightly
against me. I think this is going to be the best thing we have done,
moving out of my grandparents house and getting our own place.

I awaken in the morning, sleeping in the same position as when we fell
asleep, my arms still around Matt, holding him close, and surprisingly,
my cock still between his thighs, and completely limp, as is his. We must
have really given our rods a workout last night, usually, when we sleep
like that, our tools are ready to go at it again in the morning. But, I
like the feeling I have this morning, knowing for sure that we are both
in this relationship for the long haul. I gently shake Matt awake, he
looks around with a puzzled look, and then remembers where we are. He
turns to me and smiles. I lean down and kiss him. "Good morning, stud
muffin." "Yeah, it is a good morning, and last night was good too," he
says. "It certainly was," I reply. "But, now it's time to get up and get
going. We have places to go, things to do, and people to see, as the
saying goes." We head for the shower and get ready for the day. After we
are dressed, we head for the kitchen and Matt starts prowling through the
pantry and checking the refrigerator contents out. "Not much here for
breakfast," he says. "Yeah, we have to go shopping today and get some
groceries, should have done that last night, but sort of got sidetracked,
didn't we." Matt looks at me and grins. "Yeah, I guess you could say
that, althought I really enjoyed that trip down the sidetrack." "So did
I," I tell him. "Tell you what, why don't we go out for breakfast, then
we can go grocery shopping and then sit down and see if we can draw up a
list between us of what we want in our house over here, then we can
figure  out if something is for sale here that meets our requirements, or
if we have to hire a contractor to build one for us. But, then, we would
have to buy a piece of property also, and I don't know if there is a lot
of vacant land for sale around here, at least not what I want."

"What do you want?" Matt asks me. "I want beachfront property, privacy,
private beach, with a great ocean view, but a place that is not easily
accessible by the public. Is that too much to ask?" "Well, I don't think
so, I was thinking along the same lines myself, but like you said, maybe
it's not here to be had." "So," I reply, "let's get breakfast and grocery
shopping out of the way, then we can start our plans and see if what we
want on our wish list is available."

We go out for breakfast at one of the local hotels, buffet is fine with
both of us, so we do that, lots of choices for one low price. After that,
we drive across town to a shopping mall where there is a large super
market and do our grocery shopping. When we check out, I tell Matt that I
think we got enough food for three weeks in this one trip. He laughs and
says that's okay, it means we don't have to waste time shopping for
groceries for a while. I fully agree, and since he likes to cook, I know
that we are going to have some very interesting meals, since he put a lot
of different types of veggies and fruits in the shopping cart. We checked
out with a couple hundred dollars worth of food, but then prices are
higher in Hawai'i for everything.

After getting back to our place, we sat down at the dining room table
with some real estate magazines we had picked up at magazine racks along
the street, and then started to make our lists of what we wanted in our
house. I told Matt that we should have more than two bedrooms and
bathrooms, because if his family were to come over, I would want them to
have their own bedrooms and bathrooms. So, we finally decided that we
should have at least five bedrooms in addition to our master bedroom.
Also, we should have an equal number of bathrooms, so that each bedroom
had it's own bathroom. This would give everyone privacy and access to a
bathroom at all times. Since Matt's complete family (parents & siblings)
might come at the same time, this would give them all the room and
privacy they needed. I said the rooms should all have an ocean view, so
maybe the house should be a two level house, with all the bedrooms facing
the ocean. Then, we went on to the rest of the house. The kitchen and
dining room should be together, the dining room is going to be on the
ocean side, the kitchen will be facing inland. We can't have all the
rooms facing the ocean, this would make for an extremely long, narrow
house. As it is, we are going to have at least two levels. The entrance
will be from the land side, with a foyer leading to the great room,
again, with an ocean view. So, the dining room is to the right of the
foyer, the great room to the left. There will be a central staircase
leading up to the second level. The staircase is to be located in the
center of the front entrance, there will be a bathroom to the right of
the staircase and closets and storage to the left. The entry or foyer,
splits around the staircase.

Upstairs, at the top of the staircase, is a sitting/reading area. To the
left of the staircase will be the entrance to the master bedroom. The
master bedroom will extend from the ocean side to the land side, the full
depth of the house. It will have a large walk in closet with built in
storage cabinets, and a large master bathroom. The bathroom is going to
be on the corner, so we can have a whirlpool/jacuzzi located right in the
corner and the windows will extend from the ceiling down to the top edge
of the tub so we can relax in the whirlpool/jacuzzi and take in the view
of the ocean and beach at the same time. There is going to be a balcony
or deck all across the front of the second level, extending about 10 feet
out from the exterior wall. Entry/exit to and from each bedroom will be
via this deck. Thus, from the place where the staircase ends at the
second level, directly in front of that, there will be doors of some sort
leading to the deck and the other bedrooms. This way, each bedroom will
be rectangular shaped, extending the full depth of the house, but all
will have an ocean view. Right now, it looks like we are looking at a lot
of square footage here, and we probably are looking at more than we think
we are. We have to take this to an architect to see if it is feasible, we
might have to scale back a bit. Plus, we need parking for the cars. So,
we spent most of the day, creating our list of things we want in the
house. Also, we want a location that would let us have at least a half
mile of private beach, that way we can be sure of having extreme privacy.
I would also like to have a swimming pool, even though we will be on the
ocean, it's not always clean enough for swimming. Sometimes, after a
storm at sea, the waves can bring in all sorts of garbage that has been
on the ocean floor, so a pool is almost a "must".

Well, it took us all day to get everything together. Now, we have to
get our "dream sheet" to an architect to see if this is workable and
affordable. Not that I am worried about cost, but if we can find
something that is already in existance that is even close to what we
want, it would be less expensive to buy that instead of buying property
and then building on that. Once we figure out what we are going to do
over here, then I can contact my lawyers and have the house sold, and
send the plane back for our cars. Not sure what we will be doing about
the furnishings yet, will cross that bridge when we get to it, I guess.
We stayed in for dinner, Matt decided he wanted to try out the kitchen,
so we let the cook go home early. Matt knows his way around a kitchen
pretty well, but I was helping out also. Between the two of us, I think
we put together a pretty good meal. After dinner, it was still daylight,
so we went for a walk on the beach. There are several locations in
Waikiki that are "known" gay beaches, so that is where we headed, more or
less to be alone and out of the crowds, and to scope out some eye candy.
We were not disappointed in that respect, there were good looking bodies
all over the place, most clad in very tight fitting swimwear that left
absolutely nothing to the imagination, and a lot with minimum coverage
type thongs on, lots of nice buns. We noticed a few couples openly having
sex on the beach, which is a little risky, but since it is mostly a gay
hangout, not as risky as the main beaches on "hotel row." There, you
would be hauled off to jail, if caught. By the time we got back to our
place after dark, both of us were as horny as could be, we practically
undressed in the elevator on the way up to our place, which is okay,
because it is our private elevator. Matt had his shirt, shoes and socks
off by the time we got up to our place, I had my shirt off. As the door
to the elevator opened, we kicked our clothes out of the elevator onto
the floor of the foyer, then stepped out of the elevator and let it go
back down. When the doors closed, I locked the elevator so there was no
way anyone could come up. Even though it is a private elevator, staff has
keys to come to work, and tonight, nobody was coming to work. I turned to
Matt, all he had left on was a pair of walking shorts, and I knew that
there was nothing underneath them, I had watched him dress, as he had
watched me, and neither of us had put on underwear. I am just surprised
that our cocks hadn't been extending beyond the hem of the legs on our
shorts as we were walking along that gay beach, but then, maybe they were
and nobody said anything. I unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to
the floor, and as he stepped out of them, he unbuttoned my shorts and let
them drop. Then, he knelt down and picked my feet up, one at a time,
lifting them out of my shorts and then removing my socks. He stood to his
feet facing me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding his warm body close
to mine. I could feel his cock between my thighs, he was moving his hips,
probing for my love tunnel. I let loose of him with my right arm, dropped
it behind me and steered his probing cock to my rosebud. I held it there
while he pushed his pubes into mine, and I felt his cockhead against my
rosebud, straining to get in. I relaxed, bent at the knees and was able
to let him penetrate my love tunnel. I was really surprised that his cock
was long enough to do that, but it felt good. "Let me see if I can do
that to you," I said. He pulled out and I slipped my cock between his
thighs, probing his ass crack. He did as I had done, dropped his hand
behind him to steer my cock to his rosebud. I could feel my cockhead at
the entrance to his love tunnel, and just as I had done, he bent at the
knees a little bit, and my cockhead gained entrance to his love tunnel.
Well, in that position, and with just your cockhead inside, there isn't
much love making you can do, but it was interesting, that with the 12"
length we each have, we could actually access each other's love tunnel
facing each other. Of course, you can't get very much depth using that
position, but it works for us, at least a little bit. We headed into the
bathroom again, but this time, we went into the shower/steam room. I
turned on the steam, and while waiting for it to come to a full head and
fill the room, we laid on the benches and played with each other.
Finally, we had a full steam room, it was steamy enough that we could
hardly see each other, even when we were just a few inches apart. Both of
us like it that way, it makes for real great sex, and no lubricants are
needed. As the steam started to subside (it is controlled by a
thermostat), I laid down next to Matt. I had one arm under his neck, and
I was stroking his body with the other arm, just tracing my fingertips up
and down his body, from his pecs down to his pubes, along his inner
thighs and across to the other side and back up. As I went back down, my
arm bumped into a very erect cock, and I knew he was ready for what I
wanted to do. I let my fingers trace up the underside of his cock, across
his cockhead and down the upperside to his groin, then I circled around
the base and between his ball sac and his thigh. As I got to the lower
part of his thigh, I turned my hand over so his balls were laying in the
palm of my hand. I slowly squeezed until he started to moan. I let them
go and then repeated it. He moaned again. I traced up the bottom of his
cock again, at the top, I felt pre-cum juices exiting his cock. I used my
thumb to spread them around his cockhead and he started to moan again. I
am pretty sure he is ready now. I slowly move down between his legs,
kneeling between them. I lift his legs until they are resting on my
shoulders, his hips are resting on the front of my thighs. I press my
cock against his rosebud, and then I feel him relax and I am in. I shift
my body so I have room to start thrusting my cock inside him. As I do so,
my cock slides in deeper, and I feel the warmth of his love tunnel
envelope my cock. It feels so hot, and so tight, I love it this way.
Slowly, I start pushing my tool into his love tunnel, and since I am
already halfway in, it doesn't take long until I am all the way in, my
pubes are right up against his ass cheeks. I move a little bit to get a
better position, Matt reaches with both hands and spreads his ass cheeks
wide apart. As he does that, I push in until there is nothing of my cock
visible, I am in further than I have ever been before, and it feels so
good. As I start to pull back for another thrust, Matt squeezes his
sphincter muscle around my cock, slowing my pull out, but he cannot lock
me in like I can him. I pull out until just my cockhead is inside him,
then I feel him relax and as he spreads his ass cheeks apart again, I am
able to slowly push myself in all the way in one smooth push. Matt keeps
his hands on his ass cheeks, keeping them spread apart. I am holding on
to his ankles now, as his legs are above my shoulders, and I start to
speed up my thrusts, plunging in and out like the wild stallion he calls
me. As I hit bottom again, Matt says through short breaths, "Way to
go, my stallion, way to go." I pull all the way back, Matt is ready for
me. He lifts his ass as high as he can, spreading his cheeks as far apart
as he can, then he tells me to let him have it. My cock is throbbing with
excitement, ready to unload. I can see the pulsing veins as I am ready to
plunge into his love tunnel. My cockhead is so sensitive, I don't know if
I will make it all the way before shooting my load. But, Matt is waiting
and I am too far gone now. I plunge my cock into him with a roar, and at
the same time I feel my sperm being released inside him. Matt lets out a
roar and I can feel his sperm shooting out between us, it is spraying all
over my abs and dripping from my abs down onto his abs and into his
pubes. I use my right hand to completely milk his cock dry, taking the
sperm I collect from his cock to my mouth. I lick it off and go back for
more. His sperm is starting to trickle down his side along his hips, so
before it goes to waste, I catch it up with my fingers, licking my
fingers with each batch I can clean up. My abs are covered with his
sperm, dripping onto him. I use the palm of my hand to clean my abs off,
he takes my hand to his mouth and licks his own sperm off my hand. I
then go to his abs and spread his sperm around his abs, licking my hands
off as I do so. His navel is full of sperm, I lean over and lick it out.
As my tongue touches his navel, his reflex is to inhale, and that causes
his muscles to contract and the sperm starts to spill out of his
navel. My tongue is there to catch it and bring it to my mouth. It is so
creamy, and tastes so good, it is a little salty, but I think that may be
from the body sweat we have worked up. I feel my cock softening up, I
slowly start to pull out of his love tunnel. Finally, only my cockhead
remains inside Matt. He tells me to leave it there, I lay my body down on
his, his sperm covered abs and pubes agains mine. We are face to face, my
cock still inside his love tunnel. I feel him squeezing my cock with his
ass muscles. Then I feel his hand playing with my balls, and then his
fingers tracing along the slippery shaft of my cock. He is trying to get
my cock erect again by playing with it, and to my surprise, it is
working. I can feel my cock growing again, I am getting an erection while
still partially inside his love tunnel. I start to move back and forth,
in and out, and soon, my cock is at full attention again, although inside
Matt. I look at him. "Is this what you want?" He nods his head. So, I
start to work my tool into him again. By this time, I am not sure I have
anything left, but he wants me to do it, so I am willing to try. It takes
longer to come to orgasm this time, but after about 20 minutes or so, I
feel one huge climax coming on. I tell Matt and once again, he spreads
those bubble butt ass cheeks as far apart as he can and tells me to push
my cock in as far as I can. I pull out, my engorged cockhead is dark
purple with blood, the veins are pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
Slowly, I push my cockhead past the gates to his love tunnel. I look at
Matt and he nods. I pause a moment, and then I ram my cock into his ass
as far and as hard as I can do it. As I hit the end, I let out another
roar, and am surprised to hear Matt screaming also. We both are spraying
love juices again, me inside of Matt, and he, once again, all over my
chest and abs, and it is dripping back down onto him. As my orgasm
subsides, I lay down on Matt once again. There is a film of his sperm
between our bodies, but I am not interested in that right now. I enfold
Matt's face in my hands and kiss him, my tongue goes deep inside his
mouth. He puts his tongue in my mouth, I feel his tongue going to the far
back reaches of my mouth, he is looking for my tonsils. I do the same to
him as he pulls his tongue back out. I start kissing his face and his
neck, I go down to his chest and kiss his nipples, nibbling them,
bringing them to full erectness. I nibble his ear lobes, kiss his cheeks.
Finally, I just collapse on his body, both of us are breathing heavily.
My cock slowly slides out of Matts love tunnel. Matt quickly is down
there with his hands, he is milking the last of my cum from my cock. As
it drips from my cock into his hand, he licks it up, he doesn't let a
drop get missed. By this time, it is quite late at night, so I turn the
steam off, and without waiting for it to be exhausted through the vent, I
turn on the showers, all of them, and we proceed to clean each other off,
taking turns soaping each others bodies up and rinsing off. Then, we get
out of the shower and towel each other off. We are both of us completely
exhausted, what with doing this in the steam room and all, so we call it
a night and go to bed.

The next morning, we are awake later than usual, but after what went on
the night before, it's understandable. We get up and get ready for the
day, getting dressed, shaving, etc. Matt makes a wonderful breakfast for
us, it's amazing what that man can do with a sack of groceries.

After breakfast, we gather up all our papers and go out to find an
architect. We have located several in the yellow pages and have set up
some appointments, now we just have to get one on board with us and our
plans, or at least someone to give us an idea if what we want is actually
doable. We spend the rest of the day, going from one place to another,
and getting the same response, too expensive, too big, or no property
available for something like this. We went back home a little
disappointed. Matt started looking through some of the real estate
magazines we had picked up along the street. He started reading some of
the ads aloud, and soon I was perking up my ears and listening. I went
over to the couch and sat down beside him, my arm draped across the back
around his shoulders. As he was reading the ads, I was looking at them
too, but my attention was on his ear lobes. I started to nibble. "Are you
interested in getting a house or not?" he says to me. "All depends on
what comes with the house," I tell him. "Well, I come with it, I hope, so
let's get serious, okay?" Well, that put it in perspective, I guess, so I
picked up another real estate magazine and started looking through it.
Soon, I came across something I thought would fit the bill, and maybe
save us some money in the deal. So, I called the number of the real
estate agent that had the listing and asked if we could see the property.
He said it was by appointment only, so I told him to make us an
appointment, we wanted to look at it, because we were pretty sure it
would fit the bill for what we were looking for, but we wanted to make
sure. So, he made an appointment for us at 1 p.m. the following day. I
told him that we would send our driver for him around noon, which would
allow plenty of time to get there. I felt that doing this, we would be
able to make a great impression on him, and he wouldn't think we were
just playing around here, but that we were serious. Of course, we planned
to be in the car when it picked him up, and then he could direct our
driver to the property. We turned in that evening feeling pretty good and
pleased with ourselves.

The next day, after another of Matt's fantastic breakfasts, we went out
and bought some dress up clothing, I didn't think we should be looking at
this property dressed in shorts and t-shirts. So, we went shopping
at Nordstroms and with the help of the staff in the mens department, came
out of there looking like serious business people. We went back to our
place and re-read the ads, and decided that the one we had called about
was the only one we really wanted to see, it read like it was closest to
what we were looking for. By this time, it was time to get going, so I
called down to have the car brought around, and by the time we got down
to the lobby, the car was in front. The doorman opened the door for us
and we were off to pick up Mr Real Estate guy. Well, as it turned out,
the person we had talked to on the phone was not the agent, he was just
the guy that set up the appointments. When we got to the offices of the
agency, I went in to find the person we were to meet. Turned out to be a
lady agent, which was fine with me. Women are very good business women,
they usually know exactly what they want from a deal and if there is any
negotiating to do, they handle it well. As we got in the car, I made
introductions, then told her to tell the driver where to go. She said,
"We can't get there this way, we have to fly to one of the other islands
to see the particular property you called about." And, so upon hearing
that news, I asked if there was an airport that could handle big jets,
and she replied that there was. So, I told the driver to take us to our
plane, and I called the crew and told them to meet us and be prepared to
take off shortly. I asked the agent where we were going, and relayed that
to the crew so they could file our flight plans. We arrived at the
private terminal and the crew was already there, of course, we had been
in traffic and it had taken us 45 minutes to get to the terminal, so it
didn't surprise me. The driver drove right up to the plane, and I could
see that the agent was looking confused. I told her that if we had to
fly, we were taking our private jet. So, we boarded the plane and as soon
as we were seated, the plane began to move, and within five minutes, we
were airborne. Meanwhile, the agent decided to tell us about the property
we wanted to look at. She told us it is a gated community, and asked if
we had any problem with that. I told her no, depending where the property
was located within the community. We arrived at our destination and ended
up renting a car, but she put it on her credit card, suppose she can use
it as a write off as business expenses. So, as we drove to the property,
she asked a lot of questions about finances, how we intended to buy the
property, what we were looking for, and what we expected. She also
described the property to us, but also told us that we actually had to
see it to appreciate it. But from what she was telling us, we were
likeing it already. When we got to the gate to the community, she
just showed her business card and the gates were opened for us. They
closed right behind us, two cars are not able to pass through at the same
time. People that live in these communities want their privacy, and they
pay well to secure that privacy. So, while our car is driving through the
gate, and while the gate is closing behind us, a crossing arm would come
down in front of the vehicle behind us, if there was one there, remaining
there until the gate is fully closed. We were impressed, but we are used
to that at home, we have an electric gate at our property also, although
it is operated remotely, and as set up now, more than one vehicle could
squeeze through, although the second one might get scraped by the closing
gate.

We drove down the main street of this community and then turned into a
dead end street. The property we were going to look at was squarely at
the end of the street, and there were not any houses close by. The real
estate agent explained that the owners had purchased all the lots on
either side of their lot, and then one lot on each side in front of those
lots to ensure that nobody built close to them, and that they would have
all the privacy they wanted. I looked at Matt and he looked at me and we
both smiled, sounded like what we were looking for, except maybe we would
not be getting that 1/2 mile of private beach we wanted. But, maybe this
would be just as good. We pulled up in front of another gate at the main
entrance and stopped. The agent got out of the car and unlocked the gate,
and drove to the main entrance. She parked and then we all got out. She
went to the front door and took out some keys and opened the door. I
looked at her a little questioningly. She explained "We don't use lock
boxes on the door knobs for properties like this, it sends a message that
the place may be empty and it could be vandalized, even though it is a
gated community. We just don't take those kinds of risks here." I nodded
and said that I understood, and that I was glad to see such security in
place. We went inside, and as she showed us around the property, more and
more, we liked it. Each element was something we liked and the longer we
looked, the better we felt about it. And, it was ready to move into
immediately, which meant we could sell the house back on the mainland
immediately, and possibly put the penthouse up for sale at the same
time. She told us the price, and then she added this little piece of
bait, the price is as is, fully furnished as we see it today. I was
really surprised, and Matt was about speechless, because this place is
furnished fabulously. Matt and I both agreed that we really like the
furnishings, and that it meant we didn't have to move furniture from the
other house, and we wouldn't have to buy any here either. Move in
condition was just what we needed. Then, we decided to go exploring
outside on the grounds. As we walked out the doors to the back, the ocean
view is just breathtaking. "Where are the property lines, in respect to
the beach?" I asked her. She told us that since we would be buying the
lot the house was built on, two lots on either side of the house in
addition to the lots in front of those lots, we would have about 2,500
feet of beach front property. She took us out to the edge of the property
before it started sloping downward and told us to look to the left. She
pointed out a outcropping of rock in the surf. "That is where your
property ends on that side. To your right, if you look to where that
stone wall is, that is where the property ends on that side." We were
shading our eyes so we could see these landmarks, but we were finally
able to see them. I looked at Matt. "Looks like we get a little over a
half mile of beach here, what do you think?" "I'm happy with it if your
are. What do you think of the house?" "Love it," was all I could say. As
I took it all in, I realized that we were getting just a little over a
half mile of our own private beach, and it was very secluded, just
perfect for the two of us. I could see us naked, laying in the sun,
getting that perfect, all over tan, or making love in the surf. I snapped
back from my daydreaming and turned to the agent and told her we would
take the house, it had all we wanted, privacy, beach front, and a pool. I
told her  to get the papers drawn up as soon as she could, I would have
one of my lawyers fly over in the next day or so to go over the papers
and we would be buying this place. I wanted to move in right away. She
looked at me like I had lost my mind. "You are going to have your lawyer
come all the way over here to look at the papers? We could send them to
him a lot cheaper than it would cost for him to fly over." I replied,
"No, it is going to be this way, I will have my private jet fly back
tonight to pick him up in the morning. Meanwhile, I will call him and
tell him to be ready to come back with the plane tomorrow afternoon and
we can have this all wrapped up in a couple of days. I will have a
cashiers check for your clients day after tomorrow in the amount of seven
million dollars, take it or leave it." She just looked at me in stunned
silence, not knowing what to say. I realize she is a little confused, so
I tell her "Look, this is going to be a cash deal, you will have check in
hand the day we close on this, and I want to get things rolling before
someone else gets a look at this property and makes the same kind of
decision I just did, I want to beat the competition." She shook her head,
saying "I have never had anything like this happen in all the years I
have been selling real estate, so it just caught me off guard. But, the
asking price is seven and a half million." I looked at her. "Do you think
your clients are going to turn down a sure thing, especially when the
money will be in their hands within the next few days. Granted, you have
to get the paper work done, but the check will be there at the table when
we close on this, and I am telling you now, I want this expedited."
"Okay," she says, "I just hope they are open to this." "If they really
want to sell this place, I am sure they will accept my terms. By the way,
that price includes the furnishings." She was already on her cell phone,
I wasn't sure who she was calling, but when she got off the phone, she
turned to me and said it was a done deal. We went back to the car and
drove back to the airport and flew back to Honolulu. Meanwhile, I went to
the cockpit and talked to the crew. I told them that as soon as we
landed, they had to refuel and fly back home. They were to wait for my
lawyer and then return as soon as they could. If that meant staying over
night to be fully rested, that was fine, I didn't want them flying tired.
I returned to the sitting room and used the phone there to call my
lawyer's offices and let them what had happened. I wanted the best real
estate guy in the office to meet the plane and come back over here to do
the closing on the property, and, oh, yes, bring a cashiers check for
seven million with him. I think the secretary that took the call nearly
fell off her chair, as it was very quiet for a few seconds. As she
regained her composure, she repeated everything back to me for
verification. I told her she had it straight and to get on it, I also
told her the plane was leaving Honolulu tonight and would be back there
tomorrow, the crew would check in and let the office know they were
there, but  they might stay overnight before coming back. The real estate
agent looked at me and made a statement to the effect that when I make up
my mind, I really go for it. Matt agreed with her and asked me what the
rush was. "Matt, did you see that place? We couldn't build that for this
price now, could we?" I said as I looked at the agent. "No, you
couldn't," was her reply. "In fact, you couldn't buy the property you are
getting for what you are paying on this with the house. Real estate
prices have really gone up, and here in the islands, there is only so
much available, we can't go out and plow down forests to make room for
more housing. What property we have, well, that's all there is."

Here is a description of what we bought. I am taking this from the
brochure that we first sighted this property in, so it doesn't do the
property complete justice, but I think my readers will get the idea.
"Commanding ocean views, a spectacular estate! A striking blend of modern
elegance. Six bedrooms, eight bathrooms. Features a dramatic
porte-cochure entrance complete with 3 story lava rock waterfall and
sky-lit atrium. Other custom-crafted features include a gourmet kitchen
with service elevator; a private master suite with sauna, jacuzzi and
office, maids' quarters; additional office or bonus room; media room; a
grotto lounge bar, pool, jacuzzi, steam room and lush landscaping with 4
additional waterfalls. Warmly accented with imported Eucalyptus flooring
set against a stunning backdrop of white and custom designed picture
windows, this amazing 10,246 square foot residence offers the pinnacle of
island living. Located in **********'s most exclusive gated community.
Offered fully furnished at $7.5 million." Of course, I offered just the
seven million and the owners were more than happy to take it, knowing
they would have cash in hand within a few days.

We arrived back in Honolulu, I repeated my instructions to the crew, the
car pulled up and I told the driver to take us back to the real estate
agents offices. As we were driving, we discussed the transaction, I
wanted her to know that this was a cash deal. The owners would pay any
closing costs incurred, plus current property taxes due, and her
commission. I was sure that my lawyer would be here the day after
tomorrow, I wanted all parties to be present at the closing and we would
get this done immediately. After that, we left her at her offices and
went back to the penthouse. Upon arriving at the penthouse, I asked Matt
if there was anything at home that he wanted to bring over here, besides
his car. He wasn't sure, so I told him that we would fly back after
closing the deal on this house and go through the house, room by room,
and make a list of any and all items we wanted to bring back with us.
Then, we would get a mover to pack everything up and take it out to the
airport and have it loaded on the plane, and we would fly back with it.
Of course, we would be bringing back the cars at the same time, provided
there was enough room, which I really didn't think would present a
problem. At that time, after we get everything out of the house, I would
then have my lawyers put the place up for sale, by appointment only.
Since this is pretty much an executive type dwelling, it isn't going to
be publicly listed. When I finally got off the phone, Matt said, "When
you make up your mind, you don't fool around, do you?" I looked at him
and told him, "Matt, that is something my father and grandfather taught
me; if you want something, and you know you want it, and you have the
means, then go for it and don't let anyone stop you or even slow you
down, because then you might have doubts. We both liked this place, so we
are going to get it before anyone else has a chance to think about it.
Besides, you saw how quickly the owners accepted our offer, so that made
me even more determined. I probably could have shaved another half
million off my offer, but I didn't want them to think I was being greedy.
Good business, leave the other person feeling that they got a good deal."
He just sat there for a little bit, not saying anything. "Question,
Dave," he says. "Go ahead," I say. "What if I want to go see my family?"
"If the plane is available, take it, by all means," I tell him. "Just
give the crew enough advance warning that they can be ready. But, aren't
you going to ask me to go with you, luv?" "Of course, I'll invite you,"
he says. "I was just curious, seems to be an awfully expensive way to
travel." "Hey, you let me worry about that, it's our plane and we can use
it however we see fit. Sure, part of it, like this trip, can be written
off as business expense, but that doesn't mean we can't use it for fun.
That's what it is here for, and since we are moving over here, it will be
based here." "What about the staff back at the house," he then asks.
"That's two questions; but they will be taken care of, believe me, they
won't be left hanging out to dry. My grandfather set up retirement plans
for them years ago, and money has been going into them annually, so they
should be able to live quite well, even if they decide they want to move
with us over here. Okay?" "Okay," he says, "just wondering. Things are
moving so fast here, I wonder if you are keeping track of it all." "I am,
Matt, but thanks for your concern, the staff will love that you were
asking about their future. Now, I think it's time we go out and celebrate
this occasion, okay?" "Right," he says. "But first, we have to take
showers and get cleaned up from our trip today." Right away, I know what
is on his mind, and so I very readily agree. We head for the bedroom, by
the time we get to the shower, Matt is completely naked and is working on
my body. "Whoa, stud muffin, let's save the dessert for after dinner,
okay?" He looks at me and realizes that I am serious this time. "Okay,
whatever you say, just thought you would want to fool around a little bit
now." I look at him and tell him that it's not that I don't want to,
pointing out that I have thrown a boner just as hard as he has, but that
I want to be able to go all night if we want to after coming back from
celebrating. He agrees to that and leads me into the shower by my cock.
His hand is so hot on my cock, I think I am going to blow my wad right
then, but I control myself. So, we take a cold shower and then get
dressed and go out to eat at one of the nicest restaurants in town. Matt
takes one look at the prices and starts to object. "Matt, when are you
going to learn, we do not have to worry about the cost of anything!" I
tell him. "Sorry, I forgot, I am not used to this yet." "How long have we
been together now, huh?" "A year, give or take a month," he replies.
"Good, please don't bring up the subject of money again, okay?" "I'll try
to remember," he says, "but it is still something I have to get used to,
but I'll try." We dined on steak and lobster that evening, with the best
wine in the house, which sent the tab soaring. But, I wouldn't let Matt
see the check, I knew he would choke on it.

After dinner and a movie, we went back to the penthouse. As we stepped
out of the elevator, Matt turned to me and wrapped his arms around me and
I did the same to him. Let's go into the living room and watch the lights
and the ocean for a while, okay?" I asked him. "Sure, why not," he says.
The living room has a fantastic view, with floor to ceiling windows, and
we are up high enough, there is nothing to impede our view. Matt opens
the drapes and as he comes back to the sofa, he does a slow, sensuous
strip for me, taking off his clothing and turning his body for me to
view. By the time he is back to the sofa, he has shed everything, and his
tool is slowly rising to the full attention mode. He stops right in front
of me, I can feel the heat from his body, his tool is throbbing, I can
see the veins pulsating, his cockhead is a deep purple and already, there
are pre-cum juices at the tip of his cock. I lean forward and lick the
pearl of pre-cum off his cockhead, and then I suck his cockhead into my
mouth and start to milk pre-cum out of his cock. He leans over and
unbuttons my shirt, and then, as I lift my arms, he takes it off for me.
He backs away, pulling his cock out of my mouth and takes my socks off,
then he unbuckles my belt, and unzips my slacks. Then, instead of taking
my slacks off, he lifts my legs up onto the sofa. He gets on the sofa,
straddling my head with his knees, his cock is back in my face. As I take
his cock into his mouth again, he slowly pushes my slacks off my body,
and drops them on the floor. Then he plays with my cock, but it is
already erect, so he takes it in his mouth and goes down on me. Soon, we
both know we are getting close to shooting our loads, so Matt suggests we
change position. We get down on the floor and lay on our sides, head to
cock, 69 except on our sides. I like it this way, because Matt's ass is
accessible to my ministrations and vice-versa. As I am bathing his balls
with my tongue, I can taste the saltiness of his ball sac and it really
turns me on. I am sucking his balls into my mouth and really giving them
a going over. I lift his leg that has been resting on my shoulder and
reach for his asshole. I find it and slip my finger inside, landing right
on his love button. I feel his cock jerk in response to my touch and I
know I have made contact. Slowly, I let his balls loose from my mouth and
then I take his tool in my mouth, savoring the flavor of his pre-cum
juices, and slowly fingering his love button. He is doing the same thing
to me, playing with my balls, sucking my cock and massaging my love
button. I love the way he makes me feel. With his free hand, he starts to
trace his fingers lightly around the root of my cock, tracing circles in
my pubes. This feels so wild, I can hardly concentrate on what I am doing
to him. He has one hand on my ass, finger fucking me and the other
playing in my pubes while sucking on my cock. I can feel my cock
swelling, I am going to shoot any moment. I just decide to let things
happen, I am not going to say anything to Matt, he knows what my body is
saying. Then, just as I am ready to shoot my load, Matt swallows my cock
all the way down, I can feel his mouth at the base of my cock and my
sperm is shooting back his throat. I am growling, loudly, as my cock is
unloading my seed into his throat, my cock is throbbing and my body is
convulsing. My hips are driving my cock further into Matt's throat and he
is taking it all. Finally, I am done. I have stopped working on Matt, but
now I go back to work on his cock and love button. I need to taste his
sperm, just as he has taken mine. As I continue to finger his love
button, I am also massaging his cock with my mouth, taking it as deep
into my throat as I can, squeezing his cockhead with my throat muscles.
As I swallow, I can feel the fullness of his cockhead in my throat, and I
know he can feel me squeezing him. Then, I feel his cock swelling, it is
getting huge inside my mouth, I am not sure I can handle this, and then
he lets out a roar and his sperm is catapulting down my throat, wave
after wave of it. His cock is so far back in my throat, I don't even get
to taste it, it is beyond the taste buds. As his orgasm subsides, I
slowly release his cock, squeezing it with my hand, I am milking every
last drop out that I can so I can taste his sweet juice. I turn around to
face Matt, both our chests are heaving from the experience. "Was that
good, or what?" Matt says. "It was good," I tell him, "You sure know how
to make me happy, I don't think you have ever made love to me like that
before." He looks at me and says "I have a good teacher." We kiss and
cuddle there on the living room floor for a while, until both of us have
erections again. "What say, we go into the bedroom where we can be more
comfortable, huh?" I ask him. He agrees, gets to his feet and pulls me
up. We are facing each other, our tools between us, straight up. Matt
starts to laugh and I ask him what's up. He says, "Look in the window,
our reflection is there. Good thing nobody else can see us." I turn to
look, it is dark outside and there is our reflection, our naked bodies in
all their glory, with our cocks at attention, our hands on each others
backsides. The scene is just great, two male bodies in all their glory,
very sexy looking and such well muscled bodies too. It makes a great
picture, too bad we can't take a picture of it to keep, but we can always
do it again if we want to. We go to the bedroom, I stop at the bathroom
and turn the steam on for use later. When I get to the bed, Matt is lying
there, waiting for me. I get on the bed next to him. "What do you want to
do next, stud muffin?" "How about letting me inside your love tunnel,
stallion?" "Fine with me," I tell him, and ask him which way he wants me,
on my back or on my stomach. He thinks a little bit, then says he wants
me on my stomach. I roll over and spread my legs as far apart as I can,
he reaches under me and pulls my cock and balls straight down and then
starts to play with them. "I thought you wanted to fuck me, not play with
my equipment," I say. "I'm getting to it," he says. He spreads my cheeks
apart and starts to lick my ass crack, I feel his tongue playing with my
rosebud, his tongue is poking in and out, a little deeper each time.
Soon, my ass is all slicked up with his saliva. He slicks his cock up
with his pre-cum juices and some saliva and then I feel his cockhead at
the entrance to my love tunnel. I relax and let his cockhead in. "Man,
you are tight tonight," he says, "and really hot." "Glad to oblige you,"
I say. He spreads my cheeks apart and starts to push further in, but it
is not going smoothly. I feel him pull out and he uses some more saliva
to slick up his cock some more. He pushes his cock back in, and then, he
keeps going, back and forth, and soon, my ass juices have his cock all
slicked up, and he is ramming his cock in as deep as he can get it.
Then, I reach around and spread my cheeks as far apart as possible and
tell him to let me have it all, I want the full 12 inches of it. He rams
his cock home, and then he just stops right there, his cock buried inside
of me, and he slowly lays down on my back. He is kissing the back of my
neck, nibbling my ear lobes and letting his tongue explore my ears. He
raises up a little bit and reaches to my armpits and tickles me there,
all the while his cock is inside of me. Then, he gets back up and starts
to fuck me again, and now, he is going as hard as he can. I have taken
him many times, but this time, it feels like his cock is going to rip my
ass wide open. One final thrust, deep inside me, and I feel his cock
swell and then I feel the hot spray of his seed inside me. His balls,
which had been slapping against my body, are drawn up so tight I
can't feel them, as his cock is throbbing and jerking inside my love
tunnel. Finally, I can sense that he has completely unloaded, his swollen
cock is slowly subsiding, and he is finally able to pull out of me. Matt
is breathing heavily, panting as he lays down beside me, his cock laying
across his thigh. I turn over to face him, I reach down and take his cock
in my hand, stroking his cockhead as I do so. "Don't do that," he says,
almost pleading. I let my hand drop to the base of his cock, wrap my
fingers around his cock and start squeezing what little cum out of his
cock I can. I slowly advance toward his cockhead, squeezing all the way,
and as I see the pearl drop of cum at his pee hole, I lower my face
toward his cock so I can lick his remaining cum from his cock head. As my
tongue lightly comes in contact with his cock, tasting his cum, his cock
twitches. "Oh, that is so sensitive it hurts," he says. "Well, you've got
nobody but yourself to blame for that," I tell him. "I know, and it was
worth it," he says, "but be careful about touching me there." With that
challenge, I slowly start to flick my tongue over his cockhead, and it
twitches every time I do that, and he protests every time I do it.
Finally, I take his full cockhead into my mouth and caress his cockhead
with my tongue, he can't get away from me now. I trace my fingers lightly
over the smooth, shaven skin of his pubes, tracing from the root of his
cock into the crack at the top of his thighs, playing with his balls,
holding them in my hand and giving them little squeezes. Matt is groaning
with pain and pleasure at the same time. I feel his cock starting to go
rigid again, filling my mouth with love muscle. "Please, stop," he says,
and as I take my hand away and start to release his cock, he says, "No,
don't stop, it hurts so bad, but it feels so good." I continue on,
letting my mouth work on his cock, and my hand is playing down below with
his pubes and balls. I let my fingers trace back up over his pubes, then
continue to his abs, finding his navel and playing with that. I reach
furthur up and touch his nipples, they are hard as rock. I pinch them and
his body jumps like it had been hit with a jolt of electricity. I keep
playing with his nipples, going from one to the other, slowly circling
each one with my fingers, and then when he was least expecting it,
I would pinch one. Each time, his body jerked, and as his body jerked,
his cock was being pushed deeper into my throat. I went back to playing
with his pubes and stroking the inside of his thighs, he spread his legs
wide and I pushed my middle finger inside his love tunnel. Just as I got
my finger all the way in, he jerked and I got another load of his seed,
down my throat, instead of in my love tunnel, but it was so unexpected,
I almost lost it. I didn't realize, with all the playing with his body I
was doing, that he was getting ready to shoot, and I don't think he did
either, because he just sort of whimpered when it was over. I milked his
cock once again, savoring every last drop. "That was some lovin', luv," I
told him, "I didn't think you had anything left." "Neither did I," he
replied. "I am really drug out now." I got up and went to the bathroom
and turned the steam off, I was sure we weren't going to need it, then I
went back to the bed and laid down next to Matt again. His cock was
semi-erect, and still throbbing, little pearls of cum were leaking out
and dropping onto his thigh. I slowly wrapped my hand around his cock and
milked the last of his cum out, letting it drop to his thigh, and then I
leaned over and lapped it up. I knew his cockhead was very sore and
sensitive, and I wasn't going to make matters worse for him.

After getting the last of his cum in my mouth, I laid down next to Matt.
He stretched out full length next to me and we slid together until our
bodies were tight against each other. I raised my arm above his head,
laying it on the pillow and started to run my fingers through his hair.
"You happy here, stud muffin?" "Yeah" "So am I," I said. "I can get used
to this, can you?" "Sure enough," he says. "That was some lovin', dude,
hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." He says he did, except for his
cock being so sore and touchy. "That means you had a good love session,
when it feels like that," I told him. "I've had that happen a couple of
times myself, and I always felt that it meant just what I told you, a
good love session." Well, I guess we did at that," he says. It is late
now, so we settle in for the night, Matt wraps his arms around me and
pulls me close to him. I like it when he takes the initiative like that.
We press our bodies together, spoon fashion and soon, both of us are in a
deep sleep. We are finally home.

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