Date: Thu, 09 Nov 2000 17:09:24 GMT
From: leykopygos@hotmail.com
Subject: Skinny Dipping Voyeur Part 3

DISCLAIMER:  IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN
MEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.  THIS SHORT STORY IS A SEXUAL FANTASY.  THE
CHARACTERS ARE PRODUCTS OF MY IMAGINATION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL
PERSON OR CIRCUMSTANCE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Skinny Dipping Voyeur--Part III
leykopygos@hotmail.com

Tracy and Tart soon joined us in the water.  The water felt great after all
the heated sexual activity.  The hot sex and their friendly behavior had
made my earlier apprehension evaporate.  While the three boys shot the bull
I just relaxed and savored what I hoped might be turning into be new found
friendships.  Soon the calm was broken when Tart took mock offense at a
teasing slur Lurch made.  He began splashing us wildly.  This led to
dunking, then some playful grab ass.  After a while Lurch pulled his long
lanky frame up onto a wide pebbled sandbar at the creek bank.  I pulled up
beside him.

"Mark, I'm sorry about all the rough treatment from me and the other guys
earlier.  Zach's really a pretty nice guy when you get to know him.  He just
likes to be in charge.  Hal and Tom are okay, they're just not too bright
and will take Zach's lead in things and go overboard trying to please him.
But I don't think they'll act like that again."

"Actually, Adam, once I knew I wasn't going to be pounded into the dirt," I
gulped with guilty embarrassment, "I actually enjoyed it."  The events of
the afternoon flashed through my mind.  My hole, sore and raw, still ached
from the wonderful punishment inflicted upon it.  I relived the wrenching
pain as Zach forced my inexperienced rosebud.  My cock twitched with the
arousal that resulted from the memories of having a hot group of hard farm
boy cocks bringing my fantasies to life.  That realization had tempered the
pain and transformed it into convulsed carnal rapture.  I could feel my cock
plump slightly from my dirty thoughts.  "Don't get me wrong.  It hurt like
hell, especially the first time with Zach.  But it's the type of thing I
fantasize about when I beat off.  The pain became something I was blown away
by.  The whole experience couldn't have been more of a turn on if I was
directing the action myself."

He paused and then continued.  "I'm pretty sure they're all straight, and
aren't going to do anything more than poke their dicks into any hole you
expose.  They might even pull on your cock some while they're at it.  I hope
we didn't hurt you.  I'd really like to see you again.  I know Zach's ask
you to come back."

"I think it's a safe bet I'll be back."

I looked over at the tall country boy next to me.  No one would ever call
him handsome.  Clean and wholesome looking, with a good-natured open face,
there was nothing about him that would cause heads to turn on the street.
His body was still in the grips of raging adolescent hormones. His body was
growing daily at a fierce rate that constantly challenged his coordination.
His long lean legs were brown with a band of white around his hips and upper
thighs.  His flaccid member snaked across his pelvis in my direction.  Even
soft it was bigger than my own at its best.  The skin wrinkled loosely
around his flaccid tube of meat and covered his head.  Only the top of the
cap was visible inside the o-shaped ring of floppy foreskin.  Even soft it
was mesmerizing.  I was unable to draw my eyes away.  This erotic fixation
had my own dick responding in my lap.  I saw a miniscule pulse at the base
of his shaft.  In a few seconds another flutter shook it from bottom to top.
  It extended and fluffed itself.  I started breathing heavily as the soft
cock expanded and grew.  His foreskin pulled most of the way down the length
of his tapered head.  He reached down and tugged on his growing piece of
meat.  His words drew me back to the moment.  I looked up into his watching
eyes.

He was smiling at me.  "You feel up to a second round?"

My heart was beating furiously.  My mouth was watering.  My burning hole
twitched in excitement.  My heavy breathing had me light-headed.  "No, but
try and stop me."

He leaned in and gave me a soft short kiss.  I felt my head spin.

Tracy and Tart pulled themselves up on the bank beside us, their cocks
stiffly waving from their crotches.

"God, Tart, will you look at these faggots, I think they want to get another
fuck session in before dinner."

I had lost all track of time.  I still had an hour or an hour and a half
more of biking to get back home.  "What time is it?"  I asked.

"My guess would be around four to four-thirty."  Tracy answered.

I got up quickly.  "I've got to get dressed and go.  If I'm late for dinner
I'll hear about it for weeks.  It'll take me more than an hour to get home."
  Disappointment cast a sudden pall over us.  I glanced down at Lurch's cock
jutting out and across his torso. It was almost fully engorged now.  My
throat tightened with lust.   My hormones were raging again and more than
anything else I wanted that throbbing horsecock inside my throat and sore
butt.

Lurch stood up too.  His crestfallen face must have mirrored my own.  His
pole bobbed in front of him as it rose up to full mast.

Tracy broke the tense silence.  "Mark, hang around another hour.  My truck
is just across the creek at the pasture gate."  His eyes twinkled slyly.
"You treat us right," with a wink, "and we'll give you a ride in my truck
and and before that a ride on my cock.  After all I haven't had a turn at
that bubble butt of yours."

Lurch moved beside me and rubbed his drooling dickhead in my pubes.  "Please
stay."  He asked simply.

Relief washed over me and I let out an audible sigh.  Lurch stunned me when
he dropped to his knees before me and took my steel hard rod into his hot
wet mouth.  I hadn't expected that.  "Twist my arm."  I groaned in answer to
his request.  Tart crawled through my legs and grasped Lurch's log in his
hand.  I watched as he stroked the shaft.  He was enthralled with the
spectacle of the foreskin as it pulled back and forth.  Watching Tart's
wonder struck exploration further inflamed my own dick, which was being
lovingly suctioned by Lurch's lips and tongue.

While we began to reexplore each other Tracy had walked over to our clothes.
  He came back with the tube of lubricant and stood behind me.  I gasped as
I felt his slick hand run across my fiery anus.  He took my hand and
squeezed out some of the greasy stuff into my palm.

"Slick me up." he demanded.  "I'm gonna' fuck you."

I grasped his cock at the base.  He groaned in my ear.  His dick was iron
hard in my hand.  The shape of his blood filled fuckpole was truly like a
banana.  Thin at the bass, thickest around the middle, tapered to a pointed
head and had a strong bend upward.  I rubbed a healthy coating of lube onto
him.

He moved in close behind me and I felt his tapered head slide into my crack
and nudge my bruised puckered opening.  He shoved it against me but due to
us standing, the angle and his wicked curve his glans kept sliding past its
clenched target.  "Guide me in."  He muttered.  I reached back and held him
on course as he speared into my rectum.  I groaned.  The pain wasn't as
severe now but the muscles were sore and protested at the intrusion.  Slowly
but without pause he bore into my hole until I felt the thickest part slide
in.  My sphincter grasped down on the narrowing shaft as he buried it to his
pubes.  He pulled back out until only two inches or so were in, then with
one firm push jabbed the curved post back inside me.  He pulled back and
gave me another long stroke, and another, increasing the pace and force each
time.  The bend of the shaft drove the tapered head up into me, rubbing
across my prostate with each pass.  I could no longer separate pain from
pleasure.

"God, Tracy, this is a great angle to watch you fuck him."  Tart said from
between my legs.  After a few minutes he spoke up again.  "Lurch, my ass is
itching to get fucked.  You want to try?"

Tracy didn't even give him time to answer.  "No way, I don't want Lurch
stretching your ass wide open.  You want to get corn holed, slide your butt
onto Mark's dick.  He hasn't gotten to fuck anybody today."

Tart pushed Lurch off my dick and stood in front of me.  "Slick me up."
Tracy handed me the lube.  I slipped my slick fingers into Tart's tight
cleft, found his little rosebud and slipped a gooey finger in.  He grunted.
My rigid erection was already covered in Lurch's spit.  Tart grasped it and
aimed it.  He pushed back against it with such force and determination that
I thought my dick was going break into.  Suddenly his tight aperture
surrendered.  Impelled by his own force, my dick surged more than half its
length into his tight wet hole.  He howled and rose up on tiptoe but did not
pull off.

Tracy barked softly behind me.  "Don't hurt yourself.  I want that hot
little butt in good shape.  We're going to be doing this a lot."

Tart gritted his teeth.  "I'm OK, I just need a minute."

I whispered into his ear, "It hurts so good, doesn't it?"

He turned his head to glance back at me.  There was a single tear track run
from his eye.  "Yeah, it hurts great.  Every time Tracy dicks you, your cock
swell up inside me."  His hot moist fuckhole gripped down on me and with an
agonized grunt he pushed back to the hilt.  "God, your hard dick hurts
almost as good as Tracy."

My overloaded nerves jangled with intense signals.  No guy had ever let me
put my entire rod up his butt.  The tight passage was awash with Tracy's cum
and gave little resistance as I started to move back and forth.  Each
withdrawal of Tracy's curved probe made me draw back inside of Tart.  Each
thrust pushed me back in deep.

I had wanted real man sex for so long that finding myself the center of a
fuck sandwich was overwhelming.  The eroticism of the situation also seemed
to be getting to Tart also.  "God! It's like I'm being fucked by both of
you."

The sensations were too much I felt my balls start to tighten up.  I wasn't
ready to cum yet.  I wanted to cum with Lurch inside me.  I carefully pushed
Tart off my straining woody and stepped forward until Tracy's fuck stick
popped free.

"What's the big idea?"  Tracy asked.  "I was close."  He hardly had time to
finish the statement before Tart had backed up to mount his up-turned cock.

"So was I and I'm not ready yet."  I walked over to Lurch, wrapped my arms
around him and kissed him.  Wordlessly I guided him to the ground.  His
gargantuan fuck muscle lay up across his stomach reaching past his naval.  I
straddled him and squatted down.  I positioned him at my back door and bore
down.  As soon as he broke through the ring I drove his full length into my
cum-soaked depths.  My soft wet passage welcomed him back like a well
fitting glove.  I threw my head back, my eyes tightly clenched in pain and
the renewal of ecstatic agony.  I gave myself no time to adjust to his size.
  I rocked myself back and forth on that thick reamer.  I pounded down hard
on each stroke.

Behind me I heard Tart's groans build.  "I'm cumming!"  He gasped several
times.  After a moment he said, "Tracy, you've got to stop.  I can't take
anymore."

Tracy was still ready for more.  "Hey, Lurch, let me have another go at
Mark's butt.  I need to blow my nut."

"Beat off, then."  Adam answered underneath me.

"Fuck you!"  Tracy came up behind me and moved in close.  He was at my back
and pushed me down so my weight was resting on Adam.  I felt his hard rod
pushing against my packed sphincter.

I heard Tart gasp, "No way!"

I thought at first he was trying to dislodge Adam's pole from me, then I
realized that he was trying to push in beside the behemoth that already had
me stretched to capacity.  I panicked.

"Tracy, don't.  It's too much."

"Shh," He whispered.  "I'll go easy.  Just think, two big dicks in you at
once."

I had to admit it was a powerful erotic image.  "Okay, but if it's too much
you have to quit."

"Sure."  He answered. He pushed firmly but there seemed to be no way it was
going to squeeze in.  But his scimitar shaped shaft gave him a better angle
of entry.  I felt my back door start to give way as his pointed head pried
my ass lips wider.  The pain increased with each fraction of inch he gained,
but the further he penetrated the more I wanted him to continue.  Finally I
felt him hit bottom.  I couldn't believe my ass was stretched wide with the
hot steel rods of TWO hot country studs.  The experience surpassed any
fantasy I had ever had.  Soon he was buried deep inside my stuffed channel.
Each guy had a different stroke rhythm and would be one moment together then
the next pulling in and out in opposition.  The ever-changing sensations
were driving me wild.  As I felt myself nearing climax I sought out Adam's
mouth with my own.

"Man, you should see this, it's incredible!"  Tart exclaimed.

The mental picture sent me over the edge.  I pumped burst upon burst of cum,
slicking the space between Adam's and my stomach.  Adam's thrust became more
erratic and uncontrolled.  I felt him swell in me as he tried to suck the
tongue out of my mouth.  I knew he was filling me with his milky ball juice.
  Tracy was panting in my ear.  "Gonna' cum."  Tracy collapsed on my back as
his surging cock subsided with in me.  After a short while his cock softened
and slipped free of my distended channel.

"Man, that was great."  He gave my shoulder a rub and pushed himself up.
"Race ya' to the creek, Tart."  They took off leaving us alone.

Adam's softening cock was still a hot fat tube inside me.  He wrapped his
arms around me and kissed me deeply.  I knew in that moment that I loved
him.

"Let's get washed up and get you home."


We all got together at the creek or at one of the boy's barns for the next
two years or so.  Eventually Zach, Hal, and Tom got steady girlfriends and
quit fucking around.  Tart and Tracy became a tight couple.  The other boys
seemed to ignore this romance and even protected them from exposure.  Tracy
got a track scholarship and went off to college.  Tart followed him the next
year.  After school they moved together to Atlanta and have been together
ever since.

There was never any doubt I would go to college.  My senior year I was
accepted into architecture at the state university.  I was deeply in love
with Adam but could never declare myself for fear he would laugh at me or
worse.

Adam was actually not the gawky uncoordinated rube he appeared to be.  He
was one of the top high school basketball players in the state and a math
whiz to boot.  He got several bids from the large schools in our state and
several surrounding states.  Unfortunately my school only offered him a
partial package.  We were both in bad spirits for several weeks.  I was
severely depressed thinking I might lose him.  He came to the house one day
topping the timbers.  He had been accepted in Air Force ROTC and that and
his athletic award would more that cover his education.

We shared an apartment together for several years but he was very sensitive
to public appearance.  He was He didn't want to jeopardize his ROTC
scholarship.  He was the best friend I had ever had but he always kept an
invisible barrier between us.  I was a very available and willing fuck
buddy.  But I understood and accomadated his desire for secrecy.  We always
had separate rooms and he always had a girlfriend.  I was always madly
jealous but still too afraid to declare myself.  We still fucked frequently
and avidly.  In fact I didn't screw around with anyone else the entire time
we were at school.  My program was a five-year run.  So we finally were
split apart at his graduation.  He was sent overseas.

The next year I was accepted into a large Miami firm and was a junior
partner in five years.  We kept in touch for several years but with our
separation my regret turned into rueful resentment.  I resented him for the
separation and myself for my cowardice.  But finally communication broke
down and we lost track of each other.  I still kept up with Tart and Tracy
and we would visit each other each year, but their only thing they heard of
Adam was sketchy second hand news from their parents.  Any mention of Adam
sent me into a gloomy pall.  I could see they were concerned but I just
couldn't talk to them or anyone.  All my subsequent relationships seemed
like pale imitations of the real thing.  I never found anyone to make a
commitment to, no one that measured up to Adam. After a few years I had
given up all sexual pursuits except for my own fantasies of my dream man.  I
hadn't been fucked in four or five years.  I focused most of my attention
into work.


In the early nineties my parents decided their house was too big for just
the two of them.  I had come out to them a few years after graduation.  They
weren't thrilled but were accepting.  They had also accepted the fact I
wouldn't be providing them with grandchildren year.  I took off for several
weeks to help them move.  Mother sent me to town with a list of odds and
ends to get.  I was walking down the street and heard someone call my name.

"Hey! Mark!"  I turned around to find myself wrapped in a ferocious bear hug
by Zach.  When we were in college he had stayed on, taken over his families
farm, and married a cute little local girl.  We all were his ushers.  I
hadn't seen him in the ten years since I finished school.  There was no hint
of the boy he used to be.  He had grown into an impressive man.

"God man, it's good to see you!"  He said enthusiastically.

His mood, as always, was infectious.  "You too!  You're looking good!"

"How long are ya' gonna' be here?"  He gave me a funny questioning look.

"A few weeks."

"Look, I'm in a mad rush.  I've got to go to my accountant to straighten out
some figures then get back home to make sure the hands got all the work
done.  Come to dinner tomorrow night, Becky would love to see you, and I'll
invite Tom and his wife over.  Say six-thirty?"

I wanted to hold him there and asked news of Adam but just answered, "Yeah,
sure.  I'll be there."

The next night I drove out to Zach's.  He must have been doing pretty well.
All the outbuildings had been upgraded and the equipment looked in perfect
condition and fairly new.  The farmhouse was a big Queen Anne Victorian that
had never been neglected but it was instantly apparent a lot of work and
money had been put into restoring it.  Becky, met me at the door and gave me
a big hug.  She was a pretty dark-haired country girl who exuded a wholesome
innocence.  She had always reminded me of Betty Jo on Petticoat Junction.
"Glad you could come."  Zach came out of the back of the house and grasped
my hand warmly.  Come on back into my den the girls have staked out the
family room.  Zach had added on a log addition to the house for his den with
an office set up to one side of the fireplace and leather upholstered
seating area on the other facing a wall of home theater equipment.  There
was a basketball game playing on the seventy-inch screen.

"Hey, boy, get up.  We've got company."

A large figure rose from a lounge chair.  "Who are you calling boy?"  It was
Tom.  He stepped forward and grasped my extended hand.  "Hey Mark, good to
see you."  We sat there for ten minutes catching up and shooting the bull
when they glanced up at the door and both got quiet.

>From the doorway behind me a deep quiet voice asked,  "Hey, Zach, whose hot
little Mercedes sports car is that out front?"

I carefully set my scotch down on the end table next to me.  A lump rose in
my throat.  That deep voice reverberated in the heart of my most desired
fantasies.  My legs felt like jelly but I forced myself to my feet and
turned around.

"Oh, Lurch didn't I mention Mark was coming?  It's his car."

Our eyes locked at the same moment.  Adam's tall frame blocked the light
from the door.  I don't know how long we mutely stood there.  Finally Adam
broke the silence and stepped up to greet me.  I held out my hand for him to
shake but he ignored it and put his long arms around me and pulled me close.
  I fought to maintain an air of casual good friendship but inside I was a
wreck.  I felt my legs start to give underneath me as I crushed my face into
his broad chest and pulled his manly aroma into my lungs. I was no longer
supporting myself; his arms were the only things keeping me from collapsing.

"Tom, let's go see how soon our wives are going to have dinner ready.
Lurch; get yourself a drink or a beer.  Everything's in the wet bar."

"Thanks Zach."

By an act of will I pulled myself together and masked my face with some
façade of normality as they passed us on their way from the room.  Adam
looked as nonplussed as I felt.  I cursed myself for not keeping a tighter
rein on my emotions.  I knew my momentary breakdown must have made him
uncomfortable.  I straightened up and he released me from his strong
embrace.

"Could I freshen up your drink?"

"Sure."  I answer and handed the drink to him like an automaton.

"You still drink scotch neat?"

"Uh-Yeah!"  I took a deep breath.  "It's really good to see you, Adam.  It's
been too long."  God I hope that didn't sound too needy.  "Zach should have
mentioned you were coming.  You back here now or just visiting?"

"I've been on the west coast for the last few years, since I finished my
tour.  I'm just here for a week to see the folks."  He handed me back my
drink.  "It's funny you're here."  He stopped, obviously flustered.  "I
don't mean funny, I just mean a coincidence.  I was going to get in touch
with you."

"You don't have to say that.  It's not like it's anyone's fault we lost
touch."

"No, I mean it.  I spent a weekend with Tracy and Tart a few weeks ago.
They gave me your address and phone number."

"They neglected to mention it."  I had just talked to them a week ago they
never said a thing. I had to remember to kill them next time I see them I
thought.

Zach stuck his head in the door.  "Hey guys Becky has dinner ready."

I had to make a real effort to hold my concentration during dinner.  Tom's
wife, Darlene, a lovely woman whom I had never met was seated at my left and
Becky was on the end at my right. Adam was across the table from me.  I was
constantly losing track of the conversation staring at him.

Zach and Adam were discussing all the changes in the local farms.  As the
younger generations of old families left for the cities Zach and Tom had
been buying up the deserted farms.  They had gone into partnership and
incorporated.  They had a sizable beef cattle operation and state of the art
breeding program.  It appeared Zach was doing very well indeed.

Becky was talking to Adam when I dropped from la-la land back into the
conversation.  "Adam, Zach tells me you're fixing to move your company out
of Oregon."

"Yeah, I'm tired of being out on the west coast so far from everybody I care
about."  He looked me dead in eye.

"And you're moving somewhere in south Florida?"  She asked.

He glanced back at me before turning to look back at her.  "Yeah, about a
year ago we decided to move to southern Dade County."  I felt the world tilt
on it's axis.

"Oh, that's wonderful."  She looked at me.  "You're in Miami, aren't you,
Mark?"  She looked back at Adam.  "Did you know Mark was in Miami?"

"Yeah, actually I did.  The alumni news letter did a blurb about him," He
glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and continued his sentence,
"about a year ago."

She turned abruptly to me with her eyes all excited.  "That's wonderful!"
As she said it I began to cough.  "Sorry, Mark, I didn't mean to startle
you."

"You didn't."  I reassured her.  "The wine just went down the wrong way."
Her eyes were aglow with humor.  If I hadn't known better I would have sworn
she knew more that she had ever let on.

"Now, where were we?  Oh yes, Mark you're going to have to help Lurch" (I
was still the only person in the group that called him Adam) "settle in."

The rest of dinner went past me in a fog.  I was thrilled that Adam was
moving close to me but I was also very apprehensive.  I didn't think I could
stand to have him close again and not have him be mine.  I couldn't be just
a fuck buddy anymore.

For dessert Becky moved us into the family room that connected with the
kitchen.  It was a recent addition that Becky had had done with a
deceptively country-style gourmet kitchen.  The conversation included
sports, politics, and stories from when they were kids.  I kept catching
Adam staring at me.  I wanted to get him off to myself but didn't know how
to arrange it politely.

I excused myself to go to the rest room.  On the way back I stopped at
Zach's Den to fortify my buzz.  I was pouring a shot when I felt big hands
slip around to my chest and a well remembered lump against my butt seeking
out a snug crevice.  I released a long drawn out sigh and pushed back into
the embrace I had so longed for.  His hands played down my torso to my
crotch and pulled my ass back tighter against his mounded pelvis.  I picked
up my shot and downed it in one gulp.  The liquor burned in my throat and
helped me to remember myself.  I reluctantly pulled myself free and walked a
few steps out of his reach.

"It's really good to see you again, and my balls are doing flip-flops at
just the thought of you being close again, but I can't.........What the hell
was Zach thinking just 'surprise' throwing us together again?"

"He was thinking that this might be a little less traumatic than him just
showing up at your doorstep."  Zach growled from the door.  He stepped on
into the room.  "I was also thinking there was no chance of one of you
losing your nerve this way.  I don't know what happened between you two but
you need to hash it out.  This looks like a good opportunity to me."  He
gave us both a stern look, left the room and closed the door behind him.

"Mark, I can't tell you how I've missed you.  I think of you everyday.  When
I read about you in being in Florida all I could think about was being close
to you.  I know you don't want the same kind of relationship that I do but
I'm willing to make sacrifices if you'll just let me be close."  He moved
back in behind me leaned down to nibble in my ear.

The nearness of his body drove reason from my mind.  The memory of his
horsecock fucking me had me weak.  I ground my round glutes against his
crotch.  It would be so easy to give in to both of us but I couldn't sell my
self short this way again.  I pulled away from him again.

"Adam, I would love to say yes to you but I can't, I need more in my life."
I couldn't look at him and get this all out so I turned away.  "I know you
care about me, and that's what makes this so hard.  But I can't go back to
us just being fuck buddies.  I've been in love with you from the VERY FIRST
time.  I know it wasn't something you did to hurt me, and I know a lot of it
had to do with having to keep a low profile because of the Air Force, but it
was rough on me.  I hated every 'girlfriend' you brought home.  I wanted
more then and have to have more now. I need a man who loves me, not just
likes and fucks me."

I turned back to look at Adam and found his face a picture of amazement.
After a half a minute or so his shoulders had started to shake, and laughter
began to escape from him. It grew to laughter that wracked his body.  I
couldn't believe he was laughing at me.  I was furious.  I headed toward the
door but Adam was there ahead of me.  He was gaining control of himself and
now looked utterly stricken.

"You thought I just wanted you to be a fuck buddy.  Oh, my God.  We are
complete fools.  I thought all you wanted from me was my big fat prick to
ride.  I have been in love with you from the first orgasm.  I thought you
never took me serious."  His eyes brimmed with barely contained tears.
"I've always loved you."

My anger had evaporated into stunned stupefaction.  "You love me?"  The full
meaning of his words sank into my brain.  He reached out and pulled me to
him.  I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his broad chest.  I
began to kiss his chest and sought out the bare skin at his open collar.  I
felt his hand caress the back of my head and his tongue on my ear.  My lips
sought out his.  His tongue snaked into my mouth and intertwined with mine.

We were still locked in a tight embrace when Zach stuck his head back in the
door.  "Well, if you two aren't a picture of the moral decline of America."
He stepped up to us reached out with both hands and clasped our shoulders.
"What does this mean?"

Adam laughed.  "You haven't given us enough time to find out."

"I've got a new pool house that can 'sleep' two if you want to stay over.
Becky already has it made up."

"Does she know?"  I asked in amazement.

"She's known for several years.  I'll tell you that story later."

We followed Zach back into the family room and rejoined the others.  Zach
leaned over and gave Becky a peck on the cheek.  "Mark and Lurch are 'too
drunk to drive'.  If you don't mind, honey, they'll stay over in the pool
house."

She beamed at us.  "That's wonderful.  Sleep in as late as you want."

After Tom and his wife left Zach led us off to the pool house.  "Y'all
forgive me for the surprise this evening?  I've just always thought it was
stupid for you two to split.  It was obvious to everybody that you were
crazy about each other.  Sleep tight, guys."

Finally alone, we spoke no words to each other.  We undressed each other so
frantically that we got in each other's way.  We tossed clothes in every
direction.  As I ripped his shirt off I backed him up to the bed and pushed
him down on his back.  I licked his chest, his nipples, and buried my tongue
in his navel while I clumsily unbuckled his pants and opened his fly.  He
already had my pants down around my ankles.  I rose up and stepped free of
them and pushed my underwear down and off.  I grabbed his waistband and pull
his pants and underwear off in one motion.  There before me lay my naked
dream man.  He was beefier and a little more weathered than he was last time
I saw him, but he was the most beautiful sight I could have ever wished for.
  His beautiful sheathed cock was growing and at four o'clock headed for
twelve.  I got on top of him and pressed my body against his like I was
trying to pass through him.  He flipped me onto my back and buried his face
in my crotch.  His mouth sought out my rigid cock and he shoved his face
down on it until his nose was smothered in my pubic hair.  He sucked me
until I couldn't take it any more.  I was getting close and pulled his head
off my throbbing rod.  He mouthed his way back up my trunk until he was
nuzzling and sucking the sensitive softness of my throat.  My dripping cock
was rubbed and squeezed between our bodies.  As he had crawled his way back
up my body his big inflexible tube of man flesh had nosed its way beneath my
balls and was nudging my perineum.  His touch intensified the signals of
pleasure my cock was directed to my senses.  I lifted my legs up and wrapped
them around his waist.  I felt his leaky rod slip down my crack until it
snuggled up against my itchy, hot hole. My heart pounded.

"Please tell me you brought some kind of protection with you."  I gasped.

"That's not very likely is it?"  He answer with a voice full of irony. "Look
I know all the line about safe sex but I haven't fucked around with any man
since you. I've never wanted another guy."

I was stunned by the farce we had each inflicted on the other.  "God we've
been so stupid.  I never dated anybody that could drive you out of my head.
After a few years I quit trying I haven't been with anyone in four or five
years.  I tested clean two years ago.  I have dreamed of you making love to
me for so long I can't stop now."

He spit into his hand, slicked up his rod and guided it into position.

I twisted my hips around until my twitchy, eager ass lips were kissing his
precum slick knob.  I pushed back and felt my tight ring begin to open.  I
had been such a long time that I was nearly as tight as a virgin.  I grit my
teeth and pushed back against him.  I tried to relax and felt my resistant
hole yield.   His head parted my sphincter and tore into my rectum in one
lunge.  I had been fucked by his massive prick uncountable times and
desperately wanted him but the desire and memory still left me unprepared
for the severity of exquisite, burning agony of his entry.  Barely head deep
his fiery rod felt like a lightning bolt was tearing me apart.

The pain written on my face brought him to a stop.  "This is too much, too
soon."  He started to pull back out.

I grit my teeth.  "Oh no you don't."  I locked my ankles behind his back and
held him firm.  I took a deep breath and roughly shoved myself back against
him.  I ignored the sensory protest of my distended hole and drove myself
further and further onto his monstrous spike.  I released my breath and a
guttural moan when I felt his curly pubes rub against my crack.

I opened my eyes to find his own staring at me.  "I love you so much, I
can't even tell you how I have missed you."  He kissed me passionately and
forced his tongue into my mouth.  An indescribable wave of pleasure swept
over me unlike anything I had ever experienced before.  In the past I had
never known my feelings were returned.  The realization they were
overwhelmed me.  The excruciating pain didn't lessen but became the most
incredibly sweet torment.

His rigid fuck muscle was pulsing and throbbing inside me.  I pulled free of
his lips.  "This is my fantasy come to life.  Fuck me silly, don't ever
stop."

"Anything you say."  He firmly pulled his pole out of my tight channel until
only the very tip of his sheathed giant was encircled by my hole.  He smiled
down at me and drove full length into me.  Again and again he impaled me.
Soon his fucking had become so vigorous that he was pulling all the way out
of my hungry gaping hole and thrusting back through my quivering back door.
Each rapid lunge pummeled my prostate.  My stiff cock was leaking all over
my belly.  Adam reached down took my rod in his hands and with only a few
strokes I cried out,  "Oh yeah!  Fuck my butt," and spayed cum all the way
over my shoulder.  My hole squeezed his powerful tool and convulsed
violently.  He threw his head back "OH! GOD!"  I felt him start to unload
inside me and clenched rhythmically milking the juice from his huge shaft.

He collapsed on top of me and our lips sought out each other's.  Without
pulling his still hard dick out he rolled me onto my side spooned up behind
me.  We spent the rest of the night making love and only fell into and
exhausted sleep just as the sun rose.

When I awoke his arms still gently held me and his semi hard cock was still
inside me.  I could not remember ever being this contented.  I gently
squeezed my anus around him.  It pulsed and began to grow.  I discreetly
began to fuck his stiffening muscle with my hungry hole.  I felt him stir
behind me as my movements became more forceful.

His tongue brushed my ear lobe.  "Good morning to you, too."  He kicked the
covers off us, rolled me onto my stomach and fucked me with long smooth
strokes of his strong hips.

I twisted my head around to him.  "I love you, Adam."

We were both close when Zach stuck his head through the door.  "You two
still at it?"  He asked.

We were unable to answer or to stop.  I exploded on the sheets as Adam
pumped his hot seed into me.

When I had regained my composure I looked over at Zach.  "Sorry to ignore
you but we were busy.  Hope we didn't embarrass you."

"No problem,  It's not like it's something I haven't seen before."  He
responded with a shit eating grin on his face.  "When you get cleaned up
come on over to the house and get something to eat."

After he left Adam rose pulling his softening cock from my battered hole.
He wiped our juices off his dick and sat back looking down at me.  I was
unable to move and laid there under his gaze.

Finally he broke the silence.  "Where do we go from here?"

"Well, What kind of living arrangements have you made in Miami?"

"I'm still looking.  Right now I'm in at the Fountainbleu until I find
something."

"A few years back some friends and I bought one of the old South beach
hotels and turned it in into condos.  I made the penthouse and an apartment
under it into a duplex for myself.  It's pretty lonely and there's plenty of
room.  You want to move in with me again?"

He leaned down to kiss me.  "As long as you understand we can't just be fuck
buddies this time."  He joked.  "Sounds perfect."

"God, I'm glad I liked to take long bike rides and spy on skinny dippers
when I was a kid."  I sighed