© by The Lavender Quill, 2002
Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, dont read any further.
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
We knew the trail well, but it was very dark in the woods at night, nearly all moonlight or starlight blocked by the dense canopy of leaves overhead. We had to be careful of our step. A lot of frogs came out just after darkness fell, when they would be cooler and safer from predators. I had to walk pretty close to Nick so I could see by his flashlight. Not too close, mind you. I didnt want to send the wrong signals. Close enough, however, that I could smell the combination of the floral scent of his orchid lei and the base male scent of his body.
When we arrived at the grotto, Nick dropped his pack and dug out a lighter. He lit the tiki torch that Kenji had brought out earlier in the afternoon, then flipped off the flashlight. He pulled out an oversized towel and set it on the ground for us to sit on.
Is there enough light for you to play, Trevor? asked Nick.
I opened my case and pulled out my guitar. Sure, brah. I dont really need any light at all unless I need to read sheet music.
He looked at me sideways. You know, I dont think Ive ever seen you read sheet music.
Prolly not. I started to play something from Peter Clapton. At least I think thats what it was. I learn mostly by listening and copying what I hear. Dad taught me basic chords and da kine when I was real little. I took a guitar class in ninth grade, but by then Id been playing for years already, and it was way too basic for me. So I never really got much formal training.
Really? said Nick. Youre so fuckin good. I thought for sure you must have taken lessons or something.
He took the carving I had made him out of his pocket and unwrapped it. He looked at it for a minute, then stood and placed it on a shoulder-height rock to the right side of the pool.
Youre so creative, Trevor, he said. The guitar, this carving, all that design stuff you do for the nursery. Even the way you surf.
Yeah. Im also lazy and irresponsible, I joked.
It feels good when people compliment me, but it also embarrasses me. I never know what to say. Plus, it was true. I was lazy and irresponsible. Nick was half way through getting a business degree. He went to AUH (American University of Hawaii). His parents had been mildly pissed at that. They wanted him to go to Stanford, or some other big name college on the mainland. He wanted to stay here with Kenji and me. In the one year he had been working with us at the nursery part time, he had come up with more ways to make the business more profitable than I had thought of in the last five years.
Nick came back over and sat beside me on the towel. He pulled a baggie out of his pack.
Pakalolo? he asked, almost not even needing an answer.
Pakalolo is the Hawaiian name for marijuana. The baggie contained a small wooden pipe and some pot. We discretely grew a few pakalolo plants at the nursery, out of public view. Like almost any other plant, marijuana is incredibly easy to grow on Maui. Throw it in the ground, and the next thing you know its taller than me. My father says it is much stronger than the crap he used to smoke when he was my age. Nick seemed to know just the right amount to pack in the pipe to get us nice and buzzed, but not out-of-our-minds high.
You shouldnt talk bad about yourself, said Nick. He lit the pipe, took a hit, and held it in. When he blew it out he continued. Maybe Im good with numbers, but I cant even draw a straight line. There isnt a creative cell in my brain. Who says one is more important than the other? Nick held the pipe to my mouth so I could take a hit without having to take my hands away from the guitar. See? You can even smoke pakalolo without missing a note. He grinned.
Its a special talent, I said. We both giggled. He always seemed to be able to cheer me up. We both took a couple more tokes and then let the pipe go out. Neither of us wanted to get really ripped.
For a while we just sat, listening to the sounds of the night, the insects and frogs and birds, the waterfall and the stream, and my guitar. The combination of the setting and being a little high was incredibly soothing, and for a time neither of us moved.
Naturally, Nick was the first to get naked. He stood and hung his goofy aloha shirt on a branch. He dropped his shorts unceremoniously to the ground. In the dim amber light of the single torch I thought he looked better than ever, a young bronze god with Kenjis lei around his neck. I sighed as I watched him wade into the pond.
I kept playing my guitar softly for a few minutes, trying get the image of Nick naked out of my mind. Finally, I set my guitar down, slipped out of my clothes and waded in to the water. The three of us had been skinny dipping together like that for years, yet I still felt sort of strange about it. It just seems weird being naked in a pond with two other gay guys who were my best friends and who both turn me on, yet are unattainable. I always get a little horny seeing them in the nude. I tell myself I shouldnt get aroused, and I try not to. But how could I not? In my mind at least, these were two of the best pieces of boy flesh on Maui. Whenever I was between boyfriends, one or the other of them occupied many of my dreams.
I was somewhat embarrassed that I was aroused by our skinny dipping, so I tended to stay well out of arms reach. We had an unspoken hands-off policy when we were together in the pond, which I was thankful for. I am pretty sure Nick knew that he had an effect on me. No doubt he had the same effect on a lot of guys. Sometimes he caught me looking at him, or noticed I had a half a hardon, and he smiled knowingly at me. Kenji was either oblivious of my attraction to him, or too stoic to let on that he knew.
I waded over and stood under the waterfall. The flow was very light since it hadnt rained much recently. The water beating on my neck and shoulders was soothing. It also distracted me and helped cool my ardor. My anxieties washed away. After a few minutes, I moved from the falls and sat near the edge of the pond, again not too close to Nick. He sat in water up to his neck, and his lei floated around his neck like a halo. He looked pretty blissed out. He glanced at me periodically with a funny look, and I wondered what he was thinking.
During the day when it was warm, the water felt cool and refreshing. At night, when the air temperature was cooler, the water actually felt warmer. It was deceptive, though. The water wasnt really any warmer; it just felt warmer. After a while, we would start to get cold, and have to get out. When we did get out, the air felt warmer. Logically, I understand why that is, but it still feels weird.
After watching me for a while, Nick got out first. He plopped himself down on the towel. My initial self consciousness usually fades after we have been naked for a while, so I sat down next to him like we usually do. With a corner of the towel, I dried enough of me so that I could play my guitar for Nick without getting it too wet. I sat cross-legged and played. Nick lounged back, propped on his elbows with his eyes closed for a while. Then he sat up and looked at me.
Trevor, he said. You have to dump Ed.
Just like that. Out of nowhere comes the one topic I did not want to talk about. Especially that night. This must have been what hed been thinking about.
I stopped playing. Nick
I know. I hardly ever tell you what to do. Mostly, it isnt any of my business. But Im telling you now, you cant go back to him.
Nick, its your birthday. I dont want to wallow in my problems on your birthday. Cant we talk about this some other time?
No, said Nick. You guys threw me a nice party, and you gave me one of the nicest things anyone has ever given me. But I cant stand to see you like this. It wont wait until another time.
Nick I pleaded.
Trevor he mimicked my pleading tone, then smiled at me.
God, he was exasperating! He could piss me off, dig right in to my soul, and make me feel okay about it at the same time.
I dont understand why youd even consider going back to him, said Nick.
I went back to strumming my guitar softly. You know me, brah. I want what Kenji had. Im no good at being alone, and I dont get into that casual thing you do. I want someone to settle down with. I want to be married. Even saying it, I knew I sounded pitiful.
I know you do. There was true understanding in his tone. But Ed aint the one. Hes no good for you. Hell hurt you. Break your heart in the long run. I know you well enough to know that for sure. I know that, deep down, you know that too.
I sighed. I was unable to play any real music at this point. I plucked a chord or two just to occupy my fingers. Nick was right, of course. I couldnt make things perfect with Ed simply by wanting it so. Ed didnt just make a little mistake. He intentionally dated another guy for a month behind my back. I knew I could never trust him. That meant I could never have the type of relationship I craved with him.
Its better than being alone, I confessed miserably.
No. It isnt, said Nick. Youll be unhappy as long as youre with him. Youll be giving up on your dream in order to have something because you think thats better than having nothing. But, you cant have your dream unless you move past him. You are a great guy, Trevor. If it wasnt for you and Kenji, I would have gotten island fever a long time ago. You guys are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are a special guy. Ed is a fool for not knowing that, not seeing that. But I know it. Kenji knows it. If you can get past Ed, I know youll find a guy who can see it too. Someone who will treat you right.
Wow, I said. Nick isnt usually so deep.
Too much? He smiled at me.
I hate you, I said, though of course I didnt and we both knew it. You know that right?
I know. And he kissed me a peck on the cheek. Grinning, he picked up the pipe we had set aside earlier. He lit it again, and took a hit.
I started playing my guitar again, thinking of what Nick had said. He seemed to have a way of helping me see things when I got all wound around wrong in my head.
Youre a great friend, Nick, I said.
I know, he said smugly.
And modest, too.
He lounged back and stretched his legs, his muscles tight, his cock conspicuous. Very modest, he agreed, smiling at me.
He had to know the effect his nude form had on me. I purposefully did not look at him. I strummed my guitar a little more earnestly.
Stop teasing me.
He laughed and sat up. He held the pipe to my mouth again so I could take another hit. I felt a little charge when his fingers brushed my lips. I glanced at him sharply, but I couldnt tell whether he meant anything by it or not.
Promise me youll drop him, said Nick. You have to love yourself enough to demand more than that from someone. Kenji and I cant help you if you cant care enough for yourself.
Ill dump him, I said, somewhat reluctantly.
Dont do it for me. Or Kenji. Do it for you. He took another hit from the pipe.
I will, I said, this time more resolutely. Actually, now that I had stopped waffling and made the decision, I felt quite a bit better. I hate to start over again, but youre right, brah. I can do better. I looked at him and smiled. I promise. Hes gone.
I felt as if a weight had been lifted from me. Or maybe it was just the pakalolo. I softly plucked out a happy melody for a few minutes.
See, now youve given me another birthday present. I looked at him quizzically. Youre happier than youve been all day. And that makes me happy too.
Nick held the pipe for me again. And again, his fingers brushed my lips. I was a little high. High enough that I wasnt certain what his intent was, but not so high that I didnt notice. Just high enough and in a good enough mood that I didnt much care. When he took his hand away, I noticed that his other hand was on my leg. This could no longer be discounted as an accidental brushing. It was a clear violation of our unofficial hands-off rule. I could no longer ignore it. Well, my dick wasnt ignoring it anyway. My arousal was hidden behind my guitar.
Um, Nick what are you doin brah?
He leaned in and kissed me. Not a buss on the cheek this time. Full on the lips. I responded like any horny gay boy would, and kissed him back. Hed put the pipe down and was cradling my neck as he kissed me. His other hand started to travel up my leg. He broke the kiss before his hand completed its journey.
He laughed at me. I was wondering he said.
Wondering what? I was completely baffled.
You can smoke dope without missing a beat. I was wondering if you could play guitar and kiss at the same time.
His hand was still on my leg, dangerously close to passing under my guitar. I steadfastly refused to look down at his crotch. I kept my eyes on his face. Even as he was seducing mefor I had decided that was what he was doinghis eyes glinted with happy mischief.
His face moved in close to mine again. I thought he was going to kiss me again, and I closed my eyes. His lips didnt make contact, though. I opened my eyes again. He definitely had that Im-going-to-kiss-you look on his face, but the lips hadnt completed the journey.
I want one more birthday present from you, he said to me, almost in a whisper.
I pulled back fractionally. I was high, but not so high that I was incapable of rational thought.
Im not sure this is such a great idea, I said.
We had been friends for so long, yet we had never had sex. He was gorgeous, but I worried that sex could ruin our friendship. He still had that look, however, and then I made a big mistake. I looked down. Oh my
We wont do anything you dont want to do, said Nick. I love you, dude. He said that in a fun-loving way that only Nick can successfully pull off.
His lips made contact then, and we kissed again. I responded a little more passionately that time. His hand began to move again, slowly, down, under the guitar, inching ever closer. I moaned and parted my lips, eager for his invading tongue despite my trepidation.
I rested a hand on his shoulder. A shoulder I had touched many times before, but never in a sexual way; a friendly squeeze, a playful punch, the occasional back rub, but never sexual. I had a hundred reasons why we had never had sex before, and I wondered if any of them made any sense. The skin of his shoulder suddenly felt so soft to me.
His hand had stopped again. So close. I could feel it tingle the hairs on my balls. I was rock hard, now, and pointing straight up, pushing against the back of my guitar. His thumb rubbed a sensuous circle on the inside of my thigh, agonizingly close, but not quite touching, my package. What a tease! When his finger finally brushed my balls, I gasped and flinched a little.
Nick pulled away and grinned at me. I was nearly twitching in ecstasy, and he was just having fun. He slowly took my guitar from my lap and set it in its case next to our towel. Oddly, its absence suddenly made me feel more vulnerable, and I moved my hands in front of myself. Nick noticed this, of course. And he smiled at me, of course. He grabbed my knees and lifted, tipping me over backward. My arms flailed out to brace myself, and, giggling, Nick climbed on top of me. I opened my mouth to protest, and he kissed me.
After having had the guitar between us, it was almost a shock to feel his whole body pressing against mine. All that glorious skin contact. It almost overloaded me. It was strange too. Id known him for years, so in some ways it felt completely familiar, and in other ways completely new. His face was familiar, of course. Though now there was a glint in his eye that was new. I wrapped my hands around his familiar shoulders. Nick, Kenji and I hugged often, especially after William died. But we had always maintained a discrete distance between our private parts. There was nothing discrete at all about what we were doing now.
I came up for air. Shit, Nick.
We can stop any time you want, he said. You just say the word.
He slid a hand up the inside of my thigh and cupped my balls. I parted my legs a little, and one finger trailed down toward my ass. I hissed in a breath. He grinned at me in delight.
Do you want me to stop, Trevor?
It wasnt fair at all. He knew me too well. Knew that I was fairly submissive, that I generally preferred to be on the receiving end of the arrangement. He knew I liked to be wooed. After all this time, once he made up his mind to seduce me, I had no chance. None at all. I couldnt answer him. I pressed myself up into him a little, trying to get his finger closer to my hot spot.
I didnt think so, he said.
Bastard, I said, smiling.
I know, he laughed.
Then he kissed me again. A playful kiss, then he pulled away, then kissed again. This time his finger softly brushed over my hole. His tongue twirled around in my mouth and his finger ran circles around the edges of my center. God, he was good at this! I broke the kiss, barely able to breath.
He rolled over on to his back, pulling me on top of him. You know, he said, Ive been wanting to do this for ages. It just never seemed to be the right time.
I sat up, straddling him. His dick was right under my ass.
And this is the right time? I wasnt about to stop, but I also wasnt convinced that this might not be a big mistake.
He ran his fingers up my arms, then down my sides. A shiver ran through me. He grasped me by the hips and thrust upward. The entire length of his cock raked up along my asshole. I gasped and my dick lurched, dripping precome on to his flat stomach.
Oh, yeah, he said. Id say this is exactly the right time. He smiled and thrust up against me again, with similar results. He was hitting all my buttons. Youre pretty sexy, you know that?
I opened my eyes and looked down at him skeptically. Nick was the very definition of sexy, in my mind. With Kenjis lei around his neck, I thought he looked heavenly.
I know you think youre short, dude, Nick continued. And, well, you are short. He laughed.
I was about to get indignant, but he raced his fingers up my side, tickling me suddenly. I flinched and burst into a laugh. Only Nick could get away with that.
That doesnt matter to me, though, he continued. I think youre adorable.
Adorable is a description I despise. I hate being adorable. I want to be a hunk. Only Nick could get away with calling me that without getting my defenses up. He seemed to have a way with saying things like that utterly without malice.
He rolled me onto my back again. Id never met a guy with so much energy in bed, or in this case, in the jungle. He slipped the lei off and hung it on a shrub. He grinned and leaned over me.
Youre short, said Nick, and I love your eyes. He licked my eyebrow. Youre short, and I love the cleft of your chin. He licked me from my throat up over my chin to my lips, then gave me a playful kiss. Youre short, and I love your big shoulders you get from paddling around on your surfboard. He gnawed on my shoulder. You have great body, you know that? Even if it is more compact than mine. He licked a trail down my abdomen. Youre not the only one that has to hide under the water till you cool down sometimes; did you know that?
Id been fairly certain that he knew he turned me on, but it was a bit of a revelation to find out that I turned him on as well. Well, I mean, it was obvious that there was some attraction, or he wouldnt be seducing me like this, but I hadnt realized that he had felt that way for a long time.
He slid his hands down to my legs. He found that spot on my legs he had found before. Both hands this time. His thumbs rubbed little circles on the insides of my thighs, just below my balls. My skin was so sensitive there, it was almost as if he was rubbing my cock. I parted my legs. He moved down and licked the inside of my knee, and I felt his tongue begin to slowly trail up toward his magical thumbs. It sent shivers right through me.
Did you know that I think you have the cutest ass on the island? he asked. His tongue returned to trailing up my thigh.
Youve said that before, but I always thought you were joking.
Thats what I wanted you to think, dude. His hands pushed my legs farther apart, and his tongue swirled momentarily on my sensitive inner thigh. I sighed. But I wasnt joking. Ever. His nose made contact with my balls, and his tongue trailed lower.
Oh I whimpered.
Nick backed away. Roll over on to your stomach, surfer boy.
I did. I would have done anything he asked at that point. He spread my legs with his knees.
This is the position in which I feel most vulnerable, most foolish, most at the mercy of my partner. I can not see what he is doing, what he is planning to do. This may be partly a reaction to my size, I suppose. A guy could hurt me when I am like this, and there wouldnt be much I could do to prevent it. With most guys Ive been with, I get a little tense when I am in this position. I wasnt tense with Nick, though. It was such a strange sensation. This was completely new territory for us, yet we knew each other so well that I completely trusted him. I felt no sense of vulnerability, only anticipation.
Nick parted my ass cheeks with his thumbs and dove in to my crack with his tongue. I eagerly raised my hips to meet him. This was something not many guys did with me. Which is too bad, because I really love it. And Nick tongued me so expertly. Ohhh. I love the feel of a tongue back there. Such a versatile instrument, the tongue. So hot and moist, either soft or rigid, probing or caressing. It is nothing like a finger or a cock. It is exquisite. Nick knew what he was doing, and drove me nearly to orgasm before he stopped.
He sat up. I craned my neck to look back at him. He was just staring at me.
Youre even better looking like this, said Nick, under the light of the tiki torch. Its tacky, but I like it.
He smiled and crawled on top of me. He smoothed his hand up my spine and rested it on my shoulder, then pressed his whole body down on to me. He slid his hands under my shoulders and rested most of his weight on his elbows, allowing full body contact without crushing me. I felt one cool touch of metal when his nipple ring pressed in to my back. It warmed almost immediately to match our body temperatures. He thrust himself up along the crack of my ass, giving me a feel for what was to come. He kissed me, hard, on the side of the neck, working his way up to my ear with his tongue.
Trevor, said Nick, his voice husky now. This is going to be so good.
Without moving off me, he reached over into his bag and pulled out a condom packet and a small bottle of lube. I imagine Nick probably never went anywhere unprepared for sex. He left one hand under me, moving down to finger my nipple. He tore the condom packet open with his teeth, and lifted his weight off me just enough to reach himself. I could feel him resting against me as he rolled the condom on.
He wanted me to feel him; wanted me to know what he was doing back there. I heard him pop the top of the lube open, and soon felt a slick finger sliding down my crack. He smeared lube around my opening, and went back for more. I was more than ready when he finally probed a slick finger into me. I didnt flinch at all. A second soon followed and he moved them around, loosening me, setting all my nerves tingling. He added a third; probably a good idea, given the size of his tool.
When he had me squirming beneath him, he withdrew his fingers. He lifted himself off me. I hoped hed used lots of lube. He repositioned himself, and I could feel the head of his big cock at my rear entrance. He slipped his other hand under my shoulder so that he was again pressing against the full length of me. He nuzzled my ear.
Last chance, Trevor, he said. Tell me now if you want me to bail.
No, I gasped.
He giggled softly. No, you dont want to do it, or no, you dont want me to bail?
I was pushing my ass up to try to meet him, trying to force him inside me. I dont know how much more obvious I could be. He was teasing me.
I want you to fuck me, you idiot. Now!
He pressed down a little, his cock head breaching me, popping just inside. I gasped.
Are you sure?
I pressed upwards. Oh, yes.
He wiggled a little, but didnt go any further. Cause I wouldnt want to do something you dont want, you know?
He was totally toying with me now. I had never in my life wanted anything so badly as I wanted him inside me at that moment. With his head prying open my back door, the rest of me felt so empty, so needy. The anticipation was driving me mad. And he knew it.
Yes. Im sure! Would you shut the fuck up and fuck me!
Finally he pressed down in earnest. With one long steady slippery stroke, he filled me to my core. He was bigger than anyone Id had before, and it felt like he was going to come out my chest. I couldnt breath.
Nick pulled his left hand loose, and raked his fingers down my flank, tickling me. I was so startled I lurched off the ground, despite Nick pressing down on the entire length of my back. I clamped down on his cock deep inside me and burst out a laugh. He did it again, and I squealed, thrashing beneath him. I nearly threw up. I nearly came. He slipped his hand back beneath my shoulder and softly kissed the back of my neck. When I calmed down, I realized I was breathing normally and I was totally relaxed with him inside me. That was the most unusual method of relaxing me anyone had ever tried.
Youre crazy, I said.
I know, he laughed. I almost came when you lifted me off the ground and clamped down on me. He kissed the back of my neck again. Here we go.
He withdrew slowly, almost completely, leaving me with that almost empty feeling again. He held himself there briefly until I started to push up against him, then he thrust back down again. I was surprised how quickly I adjusted to his size. Sensing this, Nick increased his pace. He lifted up on his elbows and held me in place with my shoulders as he lunged deeply into me again and again. It was the most bizarre fucking Id ever received. The best word I can think of to describe it is playful. He was almost laughing as he made love to me.
After a few minutes, he stopped.
Oh, God, I gasped. Dont stop!
Just for a sec, he said. I nearly came. Youre fantastic, Trevor. Im not sure why he said that. I wasnt doing a damned thing. Can we roll you over? I want to face you.
I I think so.
He lifted my left leg and I rolled. I was flexible enough, and his cock was big enough that we accomplished the maneuver without too much problem. Feeling his cock rotate around in my ass as we turned left me breathless. Now I was on my back, and Nick lifted and spread my legs. He inched forward, filling me, lodging himself deeply inside me, finding his new position.
Oh, yeah, he said. He stroked his hands up my body and rubbed his thumbs across my nipples. This is nice. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I hungrily sucked his tongue into my mouth. Nick eagerly got in to the kiss, and I began to squirm around, wanting to feel him move inside me.
He broke the kiss and knelt up. My little surfer dude is impatient?
He grasped my hips, withdrew and thrust. He quickly returned to his playful fucking. He was grinning hugely, and obviously having a great time of it. Id never seen anything like it. If I wasnt a little high, I would have come ages ago. Would have come ten times over. I watched his stomach muscles clench with each thrust, watched his gold nipple ring bob and glint in the torch light. I reached up and brushed the gold hoop with my finger. That was the first time Id dared touch it since he had it pierced on his eighteenth birthday.
Nick looked at me. Damn, Trevor, he said, youre oozing like a river.
Im like that. I dont just dribble a little pre-come like most guys. When I get really worked up, I flow. I have no idea why. Nick scooped some up in his palm, and on he next withdrawal, he dribbled some down between my legs, adding my own juices to his already slick cock before he thrust into me again.
I decided I couldnt handle much more. I needed release. I reached for my dick, but Nick brushed my hand away.
Let me, he said. He liberally smeared my cock with my own pre-come. Neither of us had touched my dick yet, and I almost exploded as soon as he touched me. He stroked me, up and down and around, timing it with his deep thrusts. I crested almost immediately.
Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhhh I came wildly, jets of my come splashing everywhere, arcing with each thrust.
Jesus, Trevor! I continued to come, my mind in a euphoric haze, as I felt Nick tremble, bucking inside me with his own orgasm.
I was lost for a moment or two after my orgasm subsided, and then I felt Nick pull out of me. I always need a minute to recover after that. I feel so empty till I readjust to not being filled with a big cock. I lay there, gasping for air.
Damn, Trevor, said Nick. Ive never seen anyone come like that. He ran his fingers through the mess on my stomach. Theres, like, a gallon of come here. Do you always come like that?
Ive never heard anyone talk so much during sex. Mind you, Ive never had sex with anyone who fucked with such joy, such wild abandon. I guess I shouldnt have been surprised. It fit Nicks personality.
Umm, yeah, I guess, I said. I was a little embarrassed. A gallon was a wild exaggeration, but I had discovered long ago that I come a lot more than most guys. Every guy Id been with had commented about it.
He pulled his condom off and tossed it aside. He knelt beside me, scooped some of the come off my body in both hands, and began to smear it all over his chest. I watched him relish in it, laughing. I smiled at him. That was so Nick. He stood and wiped the rest off on his thighs.
Come on, he said, reaching down for me. Lets go clean up.
He pulled me to my feet, but I wasnt quite ready to stand yet. I wobbled.
Damn, brah, I said, still trying to catch my breath. Give me a minute to recover after a workover like that, would yah? Its gonna be a week before I can walk right.
We both laughed. He crouched down and grabbed me around the legs, then stood and carried me in a firemans carry in to the pool. He dumped me unceremoniously in the middle.
I sputtered and stood quickly. After the sex, the water felt quite cool. It did revive me quickly, however.
You are dakine freak, you know that? I said.
He laughed at me, and began to clean me off, sloshing water on my torso and rubbing the come off. I sloshed some water on him and rubbed his chest where hed smeared my come all over himself. It was a strange moment, both intimate and silly.
Youre such a goof, Nick, I said.
He grinned hugely at me. I know.
We waded back out of the water. The towel was a mess, and I didnt want to sit back down on it.
Yuk, I said. Got any more towels in there? I pointed to his pack.
That left us with putting our clothes on our wet bodies, or walking naked back to the nursery and finding some towels there before we dressed. We chose the later. We gathered our stuff, and I put my guitar back in its case, then we walked back to the packing shed. It felt kind of decadent to walk naked through the woods in the dark. There were towels in the packing shed, so we dried off there.
When we were finally dressed I began to feel awkward. We walked down to our cars. Things seemed almost normal. Like they had always beenat least for the last few years. Except now it wasnt the same. He was still Nick, one of my two best friends, and I loved him. But was he now my lover as well? Walking to the parking lot, he seemed no different than before. My ass was tingling and my head was spinning, and I felt like nothing was the same as before. I put my guitar and stuff in the Rav4, and Nick threw his things in the trunk of his Lexus.
He turned to me and pulled me to him. He gave me a big messy kiss, and broke away smiling.
Thanks, Trevor, he said. That was the best birthday ever.
Sure, brah. I was still unsure sex was the best idea, and it must have shown on my face.
You dont regret that do you? It was great!
Well, yeah. Without doubt, it had been great. I mean, yeah, you were awesome. Better than I ever dreamed. Jeez, did I just say that? I dreamed about him? I put on my best smile. It was his birthday. Any misgivings I had could wait. Happy birthday, Nick. I hung my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.
Nick kissed me for a minute or two. I didnt realize how much I needed that. It was so reassuring. I relaxed and stopped worrying. We parted, and I got in my Rav4. I started it and cranked the window down. Nick gave me a huge grin.
See you tomorrow, surfer dude, he said.
I waved at him as I drove off. I glanced him in my rear view mirror. He was watching at me as I pulled away, wistfully, I think. I had no clue what he was thinking. I sighed. I did not know what would develop between Nick and I, but one thing I knew for sure.
I was not going back to Ed.
(To be continued.)
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