Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2004 20:59:46 -0400
From: Jaylovenj@comcast.net
Subject: Four Becomes Two-Chap. 4

This is the ultimate story of two men, Dave and Greg. Two men who discover
a passion for each other, despite their current heterosexual relationships.
If you find a story involving same sex partners not to your liking, or if
you are not of legal age in the area in which you reside, please leave now.
If this is what you're looking for in entertainment, please enjoy.
Remember, the characters and situations are alive only in my imagination,
and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is totally coincidental.

This is my first attempt at writing a continuing epic. And as always, this
author craves feedback. Criticism only makes me a better writer. Please
respond to Jaylovenj@comcast.net. I look forward to hearing from you.


Four Becomes Two: Chapter 4

The morning dawned brightly here in the woods. Greg was up, enjoying the
freshness that the wilderness had to offer. I, on the other hand, am a late
bloomer.

I awakened around seven, still tired, and somewhat hung over, from the
night before. Greg and I managed to polish off a couple six-packs while in
the tub.

"Coffee?" I asked as I came into the living area from the bedroom.

"It's on the counter." Greg was shouting. Why was he shouting? "There's
also some aspirin and some juice there. And the bagels are on the table."

"Why are you shouting?" I ask.

"Sorry. I'm in the same predicament, but I guess since I have been up for a
while, the effects of last night have kind of subsided," he says.

"So, what are we going to do today? Nothing too strenuous, I hope."

"How about a little hike this morning around the lake. This is our
vacation. You know, we could see what kind of fish is in there. We could
have them for dinner.

I sit down opposite Greg. I'm relieved to see that he has on a pair of
shorts. But even in my dulled state, I can still see that enormous bulge in
his pants. I can't believe the way it was reflected in the light last
night. Who would have thought that he would be naked with me in a hot tub?
It was all I could do to keep from popping massive wood last night, and
with the piece I'm carrying, there would have been no way to hide it.

"That sounds like a plan, but that should only take up the morning. What
about the afternoon?"

"Well, I am going to work on my tan and just laze around-maybe get
shit-faced again. You're cooking tonight. I'll take tomorrow."

"Oh, thanks for volunteering me," I respond.

"Well, get your cute ass in gear and let's get out of here."

"Hey, stop looking at my cute ass. Next thing I know, you might want to
kiss it."

"Ooo-I'm getting hard already," he responds.

I'm just coming out of the bedroom when Greg yells to me to come on. He's
bent over picking up our fishing gear from the deck, and I can't help but
momentarily drool over the way his ass is filling out his shorts. I take
quick inventory of the muscular calves covered in silky-looking black
hair. How I would love to run my fingers along those legs.

"I'm right behind you," I whisper. My head is still pounding, although it
is getting better.

We hike around the lake until Greg finds 'just the right spot'. He must
have known what he was doing. We caught enough fish to last a couple meals.

By two o'clock, we had caught enough fish to satisfy us. As we rounded the
bend near the cabin, Greg announced that the water looked too inviting not
to take advantage of it. And with that, he dropped his fishing gear on the
ground, and shucked his clothing.

There it was again. That monster unleashed into the wind. One thing Greg
did not have was modesty. He ran to the edge of the lake and wandered a
couple yards out before he dove into the welcoming water.

"Aren't you coming?" he sputtered, water flowing from his face.

"Just let me drop these on the porch." I was really enthused. The idea of
once again being in water, naked, with Greg was starting to fan my
libido. I hope I didn't get a hard on before I could get underwater.

I dive into the water, the chill surrounding my body. "Why didn't you tell
me this water was so fucking cold?"

"It's not all that bad," Greg chuckles. "Just takes a little getting used
to."

"Motherfucker!" I shout, jumping at him, pushing him to the bottom of the
lake.  We start thrashing around, playing like two kids, him chasing and
catching me, and visa versa.

After about twenty minutes, the chill of the water starts to get to
us. "I'm going to go take a shower," I say, as I head towards the
cabin. Greg follows my lead, coming out behind me.

He sprints past me, bending to grab the fish off the deck. As he does so,
the cheeks of his ass part, momentarily exposing his pink little
pucker. "I'll put these in the fridge," Greg hollers.

"Okay, I'm hitting the shower. If I'm not out in an hour, come looking for
me."

"Don't use all the hot water. I need a shower too."

"If you were Shelia, I'd tell you to come on in."

"What if I did this?" he asks. He pushes his dick between his legs and
clamps his thighs tight. That causes my dick to lurch forward a bit as the
blood begins to rush to the head. "That got a reaction," Greg laughs.

I head off to the shower without dignifying Greg's comment with an
answer. By the time I reach the bathroom, my dick is at full mast. I'd
better beat off while I can.

I grab the shampoo and begin to lather my hair. After washing the shampoo
from my eyes, I grab the soap and begin to lather my body. As my left hand
flows over my taut muscles, my right grabs my still steel hard dick. It
feels so good as I stroke it to full hardness. I close my eyes, getting
into the feel of my stroking. My mind immediately conjures up images
of.Greg?

Suddenly the door of the shower opens, and my eyes fly open in horror.

"Thought maybe I'd join you, especially if I wanted some hot water." His
eyes focus on my twelve inches. There is no way I can hide it. I
look. Seems his dick is on the way to reaching heights of its own.


We're almost there. Check out the next chapter to see if the two hetero's
flirting leads to more, or are they still teasing.