Absolute Convergence
Chapter Thirty-five
By John Yager

This is the thirty-fifth chapter of an ongoing series. The tale goes on! Thanks again for all your comments on this series.

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Absolute Convergence has raised a lot more questions than it's answering and I certainly don't claim to know the answers. It's my hope that by raising questions I may prompt more consideration of issues facing gay people in the USA and throughout the world.

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The day seemed to go by in a blur. I dozed on the blanket in the back yard until the heat and sun got the better of me. When I woke I found Daniel still asleep beside me but Steve and Sammy were gone.

"Daniel," I said, sitting up and giving him a gentle shake. We were still naked, of course, and our bodies were covered with the scum of dried lotion, sweat and the residue of our lovemaking.

"Yeah?" he said as he came around.

"Don't you think we've gotten enough sun for one day?"

"Probably, but I don't burn easily."

"I need to be a little careful, at least until I get some tan. Let's go in, okay?"

"Sure, Rob," Daniel said, sitting up and looking around. "Where are Sammy and Steve?"

"I guess they already went in. I just woke up and they were gone."

We gathered the blanket and the rest of our stuff and went into the house. The doors to both bedrooms were open and when I looked into the room Steve and I had shared I saw that he and Sammy were asleep in the big bed, curled into a cozy spoon with Steve behind Sammy. Steve's hand was gently gripping Sammy's crotch. I wondered if they'd fucked in that position and if Steve's cock was even now going soft within the warm confines of Sammy's ass.

"They look comfy," Daniel whispered in my ear. He'd come up quietly behind me as I stood in the doorway.

"Yeah, kind of cute." I turned around. Daniel was just behind me and our bodies collided. "I guess if we want to continue napping we'll have to use your bed."

"No problem," Daniel said, giving me a gentle kiss. "I think both beds are community property at this point."

"I've got to take a shower first."

"Good idea, clean up, cool off, then nap a little," he grinned. "Can we do it together?"

"Yeah," I said, leaning in to kiss him softly on his beautiful lips, "all three, in that order."

We went across to the other bedroom and when we'd done just that and then dried each other, we lay down side by side. The room seemed dark after the bright sun in the yard and the sheets under us felt cool.

"I hope the bed isn't disgusting," Daniel whispered.

"I was just thinking it felt nice. I guess it got good use last night."

"Yeah, I think Sammy shot his stuff all over the sheets but at least it's dry now."

"Where did you shoot your stuff," I asked, rolling onto my side to face him.

"Up his ass."

"I figured." I rolled onto my back and looked up at the white ceiling. "That makes two asses you've filled since we got here."

"Yeah. Do you want a turn?"

"Wouldn't mind."

Without another word, Daniel rolled over to the bedside table and retrieved a bottle of lube. "Scoot over," he said and I moved to the side so he could position himself in the center of the bed. I swung around and sat on the side, my feet on the cool floor, and turned, looking back at him over my shoulder.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. I've been looking forward to it."

"Shall I shut the door?"

"No. I guess they more or less saw us doing it before in the yard, and besides, I think I'd sort of like it if they woke up and came over here and saw you fucking me."

"Yeah, does it turn you on, being watched?"

"Maybe it does. I liked being with the girls, fucking one while the other watched."

He paused and then added, "I guess mostly I want Sammy to see you fucking me."


"Yeah, he and Steve must have seen me fucking you in the yard. Steve knows I have no objection to being fucked but I want Sammy to know."

"You think he only looks at you as another top?"

"Well, I fucked him last night and I'd sure think anything between him and Steve is pretty one sided."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I can't imagine Steve making moves on Sammy and then wanting Sammy to fuck him."

"Do you fuck him, Rob?"


"Yeah, Steve."

"Sure. I guess there's no secret about that, at least not between the four of us."

"Good, I'm glad to hear it."

"Did you think Steve was always the top and I was always the bottom?"

"I didn't know but he sure seems to like taking charge."

I rolled back onto the bed. Daniel immediately spread his legs and I knelt between them. Lying there below me, ready, totally yielded to me, Daniel looked so amazing. I wanted to consume him.

"Steve can be very submissive," I said. "But let's stop talking about Steve and Sammy and concentrate on Daniel and Rob."

He gave me one of his winning smiles and opened his arms to me.

I moved over him, supporting my weight on my arms and lowered my lips to his. It was a long, deep, caring kiss. After a while I broke it and lifted myself up so I could see his face more clearly.

Daniel whispered, "I love that. I love kissing."

"I remember," I whispered back and again placed my open mouth over his. He brought his arms around me and gently stroked my back. His legs came up to lock our bodies together. We kissed deeply and for a long time. I explored his mouth and he explored mine. When we finally drew apart I felt as if I knew Daniel a lot better than I'd ever known him before. You can really get to know another person from the way they kiss.

Daniel was a gentle, considerate kisser. He opened himself to me, exposed himself, unguarded, to my probing. But when I pulled my tongue back into my own mouth to give him equal time, he was quick to seize the opportunity. Our tongues danced and twirled together. It was romantic and caring and very hot.

I rose up and knelt again between his legs. I lifted them onto my shoulders and greased my fingers. As I ran them along the cleft of his ass he moaned, looking up at me, his eyes never leaving mine. I found the pucker of his ass and fingered it, gently at first, then with more force. Soon my index finger was in him its full length and his moaning had become constant.

"Fuck me now, Rob," he said. "I want your cock in me."

"Let me open you up a little more."

"No, now. I want to be tight."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, just fuck me."

I adjusted his legs over my shoulders, stroked myself a little to spread the remaining lube over my cock and then aimed its wet, pulsing head at his hole. As I began to move into him, trying to take it slow, he lifted his body in a sudden, powerful movement and impaled himself on my tool. Within seconds I was in him, if not full length, very close to it.

We both moaned.

"Now fuck me hard."

I did just that and in moments we were both moaning loudly and our bodies were humping together with a driving, almost cruel force.

"Yeah, Rob," he was saying as I labored over him, trying to give him what he said he wanted. "Fuck my ass. Drive your cock into me. I want to feel it, Rob. Make me feel your cock. It's so hot, babe, it's so fucking hot. Just pound it into me. I want to feel it, I want it to hurt."

He seemed possessed but his unbroken parade of words was having the effect on me which he seemed to want. I felt driven by some new force within myself, some force I'd never felt before, not with Steve or Sammy, not even with Rick.

I drove my body into Daniel's yielding body as if with enough force, I could make us one.

"Yeah, Rob, yeah."

His voice had become raspy. He almost sounded angry as his body shuddered with each cruel pounding I gave him.

I felt the bed move, a different movement than the ones our fucking was causing. I looked to my left. Steve and Sammy had come into the room, no doubt woken by the sound of our lovemaking.

"Go for it, Rob," Steve said. "He wants it bad, babe, so give him all you've got. Fuck his ass so hard he'll walk bowlegged all week. Drive you cock into him till he begs you to stop." He was sitting on the very edge of the bed, naked and hard, obviously excited by seeing Daniel and me going at it.

I looked back over my shoulder and saw Sammy standing just a little behind Steve. Sammy's own cock was also hard and he stroked it slowly as he watched Daniel and me fuck. He seemed to be staring at my own ass as I pounded into Daniel.

It was just too fucking hot. I felt my body stiffen and Daniel's did the same. I felt the pressure building in my balls and then it was all coming to its inevitable conclusion. There was no stopping it now. I held very still as my cock began to convulse in Daniel's ass. He looked into my eyes with an expression of amazement and then suddenly he gasped. His whole body seemed to go into a kind of catatonic state and the muscles of his ass clamped down on my cock like a vice. We shot at once, my cock exploding deep in his ass as his own seed shot over his abs and pooled in the cleft between his pecs.

"Oh god, Rob," Daniel moaned. His eyes were rolled back in his head and his body felt like it was on fire. I moved over him and lowered my lips to his. I kissed his lips gently but felt no response. The guy was out of it. For both of us time froze.

When I finally began to regain some sense of things I realized Steve and Sammy had not moved. They seemed to instinctively understand that movement was impossible for Daniel and me, and inappropriate for them. The only sound was the slow rhythm of the electric ceiling fan overhead, a monotonous hum of something distant, not a part of our world.




We came back to the real world with incredible slowness. When Steve sensed that Daniel and I were back with Sammy and him, he reached over to gently stroke my shoulder.

"That was beautiful, Rob," he whispered, "fucking beautiful."

I shifted a little and lowered Daniel's legs to the bed. I very slowly withdrew my cock from his wet, gaping ass. My cock was still hard, still pulsing with my heart, still ready for more.

I rolled onto my side and lay by Daniel, gently stroking his stomach with my right hand as my left grasped the edge of the bed. I needed to hold on to something firm, to reassure myself that I wouldn't just float off into space.

Much later, after Steve and Sammy had left to fix some food for the four of us, Daniel and I left the bed and went off to shower together. We stood together under the hot spray and soaped and rinsed each other. I gently worked rich lather over his ass and he flinched a little.

"You okay," I whispered, my lips against his ear.

"Yeah," he whispered back, "wonderful."

"But sore though."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

We ate on the deck, our nakedness covered only slightly by our shorts. Nothing had been said about it but it seemed to have been decided that around the house and even in the back yard, we'd just go naked all the time, our one concession being to pull on shorts for meals.

Steve again produced the bottle of wine we'd drunk from the night before and without asking, poured a glass for each of us.

"I guess you've become the designated wine steward, Steve," Sammy said.

"I just grabbed three bottles from my dad's supply, but we're all such wimpy drinkers they should last all week."

"We aren't likely to get any more," Daniel said. "None of us are old enough to buy alcohol legally."

"Well, drink up," Steve said as he put the bottle down.

"No toast tonight?" Sammy said.

"The same one as last night," Steve said, lifting his glass. "To friendship."

"To friendship," we all repeated. Somehow the words had taken on new meaning over the last twenty-four hours.

Very little else was said and when the meal was finished Daniel and I began to clear the table. As we were taking dishes in through the sliding patio doors Sammy announced that he was exhausted and wanted to go to bed.

"Where?" Daniel said, turning back to face him, "which bed."
Sammy looked over at Steve and shrugged.

"I want to sleep with Rob," Daniel said, looking from Sammy to me and then to Steve.

"Cool," Steve said, but I wasn`t sure he meant it. He picked up the last of the dishes and as he came into the kitchen, said, "before we go to bed, let's go into the living room for a minute. I think we need to talk."

Sammy and Daniel and I groaned spontaneously.

"Seriously, guys, we need to get a few things straight."

"Not likely," Sammy said as he put his load of dishes down on the counter by the sink.

But we did as Steve had suggested but this time the seating was different than it had been the night before. Steve sat where he'd been on Saturday evening but it was Sammy by him this time. Daniel and I sat across from them on the other sofa.

Steve looked around the room and said, "well, maybe we don't need to talk after all, I guess the way we're seating tells it all."

"At least for tonight," Sammy said, looking over at Steve on the sofa next to him and then over at Daniel and me.

"I was just wondering if we should agree to some sort of rotation."

"You mean you and me together last night," I said, "Daniel and me together tonight, then Sammy with me and you with Daniel tomorrow night?"

"Something like that," Steve said. "Then we could start the rotation all over again."

"I don't like it," Daniel said.

"Why not?" Steve shot back. His voice wasn`t harsh or unfriendly but it was clear that he hadn`t expected to be challenged.

I sort of figured I knew why Daniel didn't like it but I was surprised he'd said anything.

"It's too contrived." He looked around at the rest of us and went on. "We're all friends, right? That's what this is all about."

"Yeah," Steve and Sammy and I all said at once.

"Then let's be more spontaneous. Maybe tomorrow night I will want to sleep with Steve, or maybe he and Sammy will want to stay together again. Let's just not plan it all out."

The rest of us were silent and a moment later he went on. "Let's just take it one day at a time."

"Well, for tonight, anyway," Steve said after a moment, "what say I stay in the south room and Sammy joins me there."

"Fine by me," Daniel said. "Rob and I will take the north room."

"Well, I guess it's time to say good night then," Steve said as he got up. He walked over to Daniel and me as we got up. Steve held his arms out, not to me, but to Daniel, and drew him into a warm hug. "Good night, buddy," Steve said and then kissed Daniel sweetly on the lips. Daniel was clearly surprised but he responded, embracing Steve and returning the kiss. When they broke apart, Steve turned to me and did the same again. I felt his tongue move gently over my closed lips but made no move to open my mouth to him or to prolong the kiss.

Out of the corner of my eye I was Daniel and Sammy move together in the center of the room and also exchange a gentle kiss. Steve had again clearly started something. From then on, each night we were together, over that spring break and afterward, we kissed each other good night, no matter with whom we were each going off to bed.

To be continued.