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Sunlight eased its way into the room. It wasn't bright. Thankfully, the sun rose on the other side of the house. I got up to pee and checked the time. 7:15. That was about eight hours of sleep. But we weren't getting up any time soon.

As I crawled into bed, Mike asked the time. When I told him, he said "Good" and opened his arms for me to fit inside them. I did. I held him in return. We hoped we could fall back asleep. I think we got a little more. I guessed it was about 8 o'clock when I woke back up. My phone said 8:06 when I rolled over to check.

My hand fondled Mike's balls.

"Yes. I'm awake," he muttered half asleep.

I lowered my head below the sheet and licked his balls. He hummed a simple moan. I kissed the head of his penis and moved back up to rest my head on his chest. My fingers played with his chest hair.

We were content. We had no schedule, no agenda. We laid there quietly for a long time, occasionally touching each other intimately in our nakedness.

I reached for my phone and held it above us.

"Smile," I said.

"Trent! Don't ..."

I snapped a selfie.

"Gah! I'm sure that's delightful. Why would you take a picture of me like this? I'm a mess."

"Michael Terry, you always look amazing."

He gave a mock laugh.

"I could text this to Lance and he would come in his pants seeing us both shirtless in bed."

"Yeah. No. That's the type of picture that surfaces 20 years later when you're running for president that ruins your campaign."

"Oh, please. In 20 years, half the presidents will be gay."

"Doubtful. Let me see the picture."

He scrutinized it.

"Tolerable. At least there aren't body parts showing."

I sat the phone down and moved my entire body on top of his. I let the weight of my frame rest on his. He wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed a minute.

Eventually I got up to brew coffee. Mike crawled out bed and walked into the kitchen with his dick swinging. We were two naked men standing there with coffee cups waiting for it to finish brewing. I walked to stand in front of him. He put his arms around me from behind with a coffee cup right in front of my chest. I leaned into him.

"I don't see a need to get dressed, do you?" he said softly in my ear.

"Not for a while."

"I keep thinking silly thoughts," he whispered.

"Liiiike...?"

"Like doing it on the back deck."

"Right now?"

"No, you nut. In the darkness tonight."

I felt his cock stiffen into my ass cheek.

"Let's be silly. No! Actually, let's be hot. Let's be ..." I started.

"In love," he said to me.

I turned around and kissed him. "Absolutely."

The coffee was finished. We sat at the kitchen table, naked, blowing over the top of our cups.

"How's your butt?" I asked.

"Black and blue. A few scars. Nothing a body cast can't fix."

I laughed.

"So." Mike said. "Assuming we do get dressed at some point, what were you thinking for today?"

"Relaxing. Whatever we want. I do like walking around the lake. And if you would be up for a run, we could do that before we test out the shower. Together. But for now, I'm content to just sit with you."

"You're sweet. I do have a book I have been meaning to start. And I'm going to go through those papers from the kids. Do we want to fix both meals? I noticed a cute restaurant at the end of the drive."

"Either way. We have to be dressed to go to a restaurant."

"You know, it is probably more sanitary to eat that way," he said.

"You swallow my cum," I flatly said.

Mike looked me in the eyes. He smiled. My expression surely looked perplexed.

"Five months ago, would you ever picture yourself saying things like that?" he asked me.

I'm sure my face glazed over.

"Oh, Mike, no way. When I walked into your room, it was a go-for-broke moment. I was scared shitless. If you had said you didn't want to talk or you were offended that I was gay, I ... I don't know what. I would have imploded. I really did need you to be my lifeline. Everyone keeps pointing out our age difference, but it was that difference that let me feel I could talk to you. I don't know ... I always found you so intelligent. I knew you would give me good advice."

"Instead, I fucked you in the gym shower." His face grimaced just saying that.

I reached for his hand and held it.

"I stuck my dick in your face," I said. "Going for broke, remember?"

"We did have a unique beginning to our story," Mike said.

"I love that we have a story. I love that we are comfortable enough to sit here naked. I love that you don't think I'm some hormonal teen who acts like a horny little bastard. I don't know how my coming out could have been easier. You've been everything to me."

"When you came into my room, if I'm being honest, I did think you were an exceptionally handsome young man. When I saw you naked, I thought you were amazingly beautiful. My libido was in overdrive. Regrettably. But, Trent, it just took a couple of days for me to see inside you. You are so much more beautiful on the inside. I fell hard for the person you are. Every day I find you more amazing."

"I'm not sure why. I'm just me."

He leaned over to kiss me.

"And that's part of why you're amazing. It's funny that you think of yourself as the horny bastard. I'm the one that just suggested sex on the back porch."

We warmed our coffee and sat on the couch looking out at the lake. We would have sat on the back deck, but that would have required some clothes. We opted for nudity inside. We put our legs up on the coffee table. He intertwined one of his with mine. I liked it.

"The more I think about your question, the more impressed I am with how far I've come," I said. "For so many years, I was in denial. The first semester this year, I just knew. I knew. And I was terrified. I had no idea how to be gay. If I wanted to be gay. What was it really like to be gay? I mean, I'm no expert, obviously. I'm sure I'm young and innocent still..."

"Young, yes. Innocent, not so much anymore."

"All right, but not counting sex, I really am a novice in the gay world. But, you know, I'm okay with that. I'm okay with who I am. I'm not scared. I'm not freaked out. That's because of you. You, Mike! You really are my lifeline."

"Life wouldn't be nearly as happy if it weren't for the two of us," he said.

I kissed him.

"That's sort of one of the lines in the song I wrote."

"Really? When do I get to hear it?"

"Maybe soon. And! As you read your book, I will work more on my script."

We finished the coffee and decided to lie in bed some more. Although naked on the sheets, neither of us was hard. We were on our sides staring directly at each other as we talked. Our dicks flopped to the side.

"You've met most of my friends," I said. "You haven't really introduced me to any of your friends. Are you embarrassed by me?"

Mike's eyes stopped staring into mine and shifted to outer space. He got really quiet. The muscles in his face formed multiple expressions. He rolled to lay on his back.

"Uh, I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that," I said.

"Wow. Who would have thought that would be a loaded bomb of a question?"

"It's okay. You don't have to introduce me to your friends if you don't want to."

"Oh, babe. That's not it. I would be proud and thrilled to show you off."

He pulled me close to hold me in his arms. His face was right at my shoulder.

"I thought about your question, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Right between the eyes. I couldn't think of one friend to introduce you to."

"What do you mean??"

"When Ethan and I split, I heard from a couple of friends. Then I didn't. I guess they thought he was the social one and spent time with him. To be honest, I just spent a few months getting over him and making the house my own. Then school started, and I focused on that. I buried myself in my work. I don't really think I thought of myself as lonely. But, right now, I am completely baffled to think of someone I would consider a close friend. How do I not have friends?"

"Mike, come on. You're gorgeous, you're nice, you're fun to be around..."

"But I'm not ... around. I'm friendly with coworkers, but I don't go out with any of them. Much. Hardly ever."

Mike squeezed me tighter. He almost sounded slightly panicked.

"Trent, you just may be my lifeline. I totally didn't realize how adrift I was ... how the split with Ethan made me ... so alone. Oh my God! Thank heavens you found me. Fuck."

I held his hands and pressed them to my chest. He kissed me on the back of the neck.

"Well, you have me. You have Lance. Why don't we work on rekindling some old friendships? I'd like to meet them."

"And I'd be proud to introduce you to them, darling."

We didn't say much for a few minutes. We held each other; my body pressed into his. I didn't intend for my question to trouble him. Hopefully, he's not too concerned.

The coffee started to run through us. Mike got up to pee. On a lark, I texted the photo of the two of us in bed to Lance. It was mean.

It immediately buzzed.

"Fucker! I just want to crawl between the two of you!"

I smiled and put the phone down.

At 10:30 we convinced ourselves to put on enough clothes to go for a run. The lake has a walking trail which we found scenic enough to jog, slowing down enough to walk around others strolling along its path. Because we were running, we didn't do much talking. Mostly panting. At 11:20 we got back. We each grabbed a bottled water and sat on the back deck. By this time, the temperature was in the mid-80s. We had a good sweat worked up.

"You know, we drank all the wine last night. About a mile back is a convenience store. I could grab us some beer or something," he said.

"I'm okay either way. If you want something, sure."

After Detrell, I just didn't care about drinking anymore. Not that I wouldn't, but I just didn't care.

"Shower before lunch or after?" he asked.

"Now. I'd prefer not to eat all sticky."

"Hmm. Why does you being sticky sound sexy?"

"Because we are a pair of demented perverts," I answered.

We both laughed.

A couple of minutes later we stood in the bathroom, completely stripped of clothing. I reached in to start the water. The shower was not as big as Mike's.

"Think we can do this?" I asked.

"You mean being naked with you in tight spaces? I'll power through."

We managed to make it work. We banged an elbow a time or two. I wouldn't have probably sucked his erect organ in the shower, but it was fine just to grope it and lather it with suds. Thankfully, the tight space didn't prevent us from kissing. We were getting plenty of that in this weekend. Neither of us would complain about that.

The water poured over our bodies. Our hard cocks were pressed into each other. Our arms wrapped around and groped and held both our wet bodies. We stopped kissing, but still managed to hold each other tight in the stream of water. Gently we just swayed as if to music that wasn't playing.

My stomach rumbled, so it was a comical sign we needed lunch.

We dried off. Mike had brought his hair drier. Although I had seen him do it probably ten times, it still amused me that he used it more on his chest hair than on his head. I found it endearing — and sexy. It was tempting to just lounge around naked again, but we both put on boxers and a T-shirt.

"You probably were figuring on doing the steaks for dinner. How about we grill them now, and then go to the restaurant for something lighter tonight?" Mike posed.

"Fine with me."

I had purchased a container of potato salad to go with the steaks. That would be fine. I grabbed a glass and filled it with ice. I popped a Diet Coke and poured it in. Mike was firing up the grill. I took the steaks out to him.

"Maybe I should have cooked these before showering. I might smell like smoke the rest of the day."

"What could be more manly than smelling like seasoned meat?" I said in a mock sexy voice.

He smiled. A minute later, I heard the grill sizzle.

He ducked his head in. "Medium rare or medium?"

"Either. Medium."

"Thank God you didn't ask for well done. I would have had to end the relationship," he said, shutting the door.

I grabbed my phone and stepped on the deck.

"Smile."

Mike smiled for that one.

Lunch was good. I had chosen nice steaks, and Mike grilled them to perfection. I complimented the chef on his handiwork. After dealing with scraps and trash, we washed the plates.

"Take your shirt off," he said.

"What are you up to?"

He pulled his off and reached for my hand. He walked us to the backdoor and out onto the deck. He had grabbed his own phone. He positioned us with the lake behind us. He took a selfie.

"Let me see," I said.

"We look so sexy shirtless," he said. "This one I'll text to Lance."

"Cruel."

His phone buzzed with Lance's response. He laughed. Then he showed it to me.

"You guys are killing me! Take a bite of that ass for me."

Mike smiled and texted him back.

"What did you say?"

"I replied, `If you insist.'"

Mike opened up the fridge. "You know, I think I will get a six-pack. Is that okay?"

After me telling him that was fine, he went into the bedroom and got fully dressed.

"I do have one request," I said.

"Light beer?"

I laughed. "No. Get what you like. Just let me pay for it."

"I've got money," he returned.

"I know. This is my weekend. You paid for that wonderful dinner at Lawrence Creek. Let me do this."

"Fine. Whatever. I'm the one that was wanting it though."

"Grab my wallet off the nightstand. I'm sure there is a ten in there."

Mike came out of the bedroom staring at my wallet. More specifically, my driver's license.

"I had forgotten your first name was Jeremiah. I guess it was on your school records, but I just always called you Trent."

"I've pretty much gone by that most of my life."

"Did anyone ever call you Jerry?"

"Grandma Eakins."

"Hey!" Mike said. "I could call you Jerry Bear."

"Sure. If you want me to think of you as my grandmother."

"Fair enough. How about J.T.?"

"Is something wrong with Trent?"

He walked over to me and gave me a kiss.

"Heavens no. It would be fun for me to have a little pet name for you, though."

"Hmm. I could live with J.T."

"On the flipside, do I need to have a name for you?"

He kissed me again.

"Actually..." he kissed me ... "I always tell people to call me Mike" ... he kissed me ... "But if you" ... he kissed me ... "called me Michael" ... he kissed me ... "during sex" ... he kissed me ... "I'd looooove that between us."

"Deal," I kissed the word into his lips.

Mike grabbed the keys after putting my wallet back. After he drove off, I pulled out the journal intending to work on the script. Ten minutes later, Mike returned with a six pack of bottles in his hand. He placed most of them in the fridge but twisted the caps off two. He brought me one. He returned the keys to the bedroom.

Seeing me work in the journal, he grabbed the box of papers and sat on the opposing loveseat. I would occasionally look at his expression as he read them. Usually they brought a smile to his face. From time to time I could see him weighing the points a student was trying to make. He did ask for their least favorite thing about the class, after all. I was curious as to what they were saying, but I didn't pry. I knew Mike would share if it was appropriate. I thought the assignment was a good idea. What teacher wouldn't value such feedback?

"Aw."

"What is it?" I asked.

"This one. Overall, the kids are very kind. They're good kids. They drive me crazy at the end of the year, but they're good kids. This one is kind of special. It says:

Mr. Terry,

As you know, I did not learn English until 6th grade. The other students will probably write long papers with many words. Their words will be bigger than mine. Writing is harder for me than reading. During the whole year, you never made me feel less because I don't know English as well. You actually encouraged me along the way. Your class was my hardest one, but you made it my favorite one. I felt I learned a lot. You made me a better student. And you were nice at the same time. Thank you.

 

"How nice. You didn't do this when I was in your class. Did you?"

"No, just the last few years. It has actually helped a little with my planning. Obviously, there are things I have to teach, but I can tell which approaches resonate with the kids better. And even knowing what they don't like helps me improve where I can."

"Anything gushy?"

Mike laughed.

"A couple girls said I was cute, and they wished all my teachers were as nice as me."

"Aw. Any boys call you cute?"

"No. But I did get three cards. All of them were from guys. Two had Starbucks gift cards in them."

"Really? All guys. Wow. Well, crap. Now I feel bad for not giving you something back then."

"If you come sit next to me, you can make it up to me now."

Smiling, I moved over to curl up next to him on the couch. We cuddled a few minutes. Then we kissed for a few. Then we opted for a nap right there on the couch.

After sleeping for an hour, Mike took his book out on the back deck to read. I worked on my play script at the dining table. I decided I didn't like being away from Mike, so I took the journal and pen outside.

"I missed you."

"Can you tell me what your play is about?" Mike asked, sounding very interested.

"Umm. I don't have specific plot points to share with you yet, but it follows three college kids and their relationships with their parents. None of them are going smoothly."

"Based on anyone in particular?"

"I don't want it to be exactly matched to anyone, but Tariq's and Zach's situations inspired two of them."

"And the third?"

"Oh, that's me. The third kid is gay. But none of these are biographical or, in my case, autobiographical. Just plot."

"Sounds interesting, babe. I look forward to reading it. I know you'll make it very interesting."

"I've come to find, if it's not for an assignment, but just for the fun of it, I love writing even more. It's fun writing these characters."

"Indeed."

It was warm, but we each drank a second cold beer and enjoyed the sunshine. Mike continued with his book, and I scribbled some more scenes. We crunched on a few chips too.

I texted Robert to see if he thought the restaurant was any good. He recommended it. I also told him we were having a wonderful time.

At about 7 we felt it was time for dinner. We changed into jeans and nicer shirts and drove down to the restaurant Mike had seen. It was creatively called Lakeside Restaurant.

Our server was Elaine. She looked to be about 45. After taking our order and bringing us some iced tea, she stopped by the table.

"I haven't seen you fellas here before. What brings you in tonight?"

"It's our first weekend away together," I said reaching for Mike's hand.

Elaine sized up the situation. "Oh. I see."

"A friend of the family is sharing his house with us."

Elaine chatted a bit with us about how long the restaurant had been there. She seemed nice. She checked on our dinner.

I looked at Mike. "Was I too open?"

"If I was a girl your age, would you think that?"

"Probably not."

"Then your response was fine. Mind you, not everyone will be perfectly open-minded, but I am really happy you are comfortable with who you are. That took me a couple of years."

Elaine brought our chef salads. They looked delicious. Light and healthy.

"I hope I wasn't too forward," I said defensively.

"Oh, sugar, please. I have a nephew your age that would love to be in your shoes. You fellas enjoy your dinner. And your weekend."

We shared a big slice of cherry pie a la mode for dessert. I had to sheepishly smile as a table several feet away watched two men share a dessert. Mike and I weren't too hard to figure out, even with the age difference.

After we had driven back, it was starting to get dark. We took a simple walk holding hands. Twilight made its way into nightfall by the time we got back to the house.

We hadn't turned on the television all weekend, so we decided to watch the news. A brief story was reporting on the upcoming Pride parade happening in town tomorrow.

"Well, it is June," Mike said.

"Do you ever go?"

"Ethan and I did two years ago. Actually, it was a few friends. Funny, I can't even remember a couple of their names. I'm a terrible friend."

"Did you like it?"

"I did! It was nice. Great, in fact. I felt like a part of something. Did ... did you want to try to go tomorrow."

"Nah. I don't want to leave early. But I'm interested. Maybe next year."

Following the news, we sat out on the back deck looking up at the stars again. Across the lake, the lights were on in a few houses, but most of them had gone dark. The houses closest to us also had their lights out.

Mike got up. He came over to my chair. Kneeling down, he unzipped my jeans. I smiled at his friskiness. I lifted my butt, and he pulled my jeans and boxers down. My dick wasn't hard, but he slurped its length into his mouth. Sucking on it like a popsicle, my meat began to stiffen. He quietly continued to service me orally. My hands ran through his hair as it hovered over my crotch. I was fully hard, enjoying the minutes of him pleasuring my rod with his skillful tongue and mouth.

Suddenly, he stood and pulled on my arm to follow him inside.

"Want to do it outside? I mean, fully naked?" he said.

"How comfortable would we be on the deck?'

"I have an idea. The hardest part will be to be quiet. Think we can?"

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Want to fuck in a rocking chair?"

"What!!? Do you ...? How would we ...? Really?"

He chuckled. "I want to try."

We took off all our clothes in the bedroom. I grabbed a towel. I saw Mike grab the lube and a condom. I couldn't fathom how this would work, but the silliness of it was intriguing me.

We put the towel from last night all folded in the seat of the rocking chair. We laid a new towel over it. Mike sat down. His cock was rock hard just thinking about this wild idea. He reached for the condom.

"Hon', I know you want to set the example of doing the right thing. But I know you. I really want you to come inside me. If this works."

He dripped lube on his stiffened organ. I turned around and he fingered my hole with the lubricant, making my chamber all slick for him. I turned back around. There was very little light. I tried to make out the space between the arms of the chair and the seat. I placed one leg through. Slowly, I awkwardly managed to get the other one through, straddling Mike's cock. I gradually moved down on him. He positioned his cock for me. We made sure it found its mark.

The head of his dick penetrated my hole. I paused. Once used to it, inch by inch the rest of his hard-on slid into me. We wanted to groan but knew we couldn't. We both breathlessly let out a small gasp. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He held my sides. I began moving my body up and down his shaft. He whispered how much he was glad it was working. I moved all the way down. Mike was pushed so far up in me. I lifted my feet off the deck. We rocked gently as I wiggled my ass round his cock, and he thrust his hips pushing it inside me.

"Oh baby," I whispered to him. "You feel good inside me."

"Me too. My cock loves being in you, J.T."

I looked down at him and we kissed deeply. We rocked and fucked and kissed. Joined into one body, the night was ours. Between kisses, we quietly moaned as sensations of his cock inside me rocked both our worlds. We started breathing heavy and our arms squeezed and roamed and hugged. I took my hands and placed them on his beard, passionately kissing him. Our tongues played with each other as we continued to squirm and fuck. Our hips writhed in lust. The chair slowly rocked with our intercourse movements.

As he bucked his hips, the chair rocked a little more. Our fucking had us swaying in the moonlight, undulating our crotches to enhance the pleasure of being joined. I lightly moaned into the top of his head. His hardened dick moved up and down inside my ass with ease.

Mike's breathing was heavier. He thrust his cock into me faster.

"Come inside me, Michael," I quietly said.

His breathing was one continuous "Ohhh" and his hips thrust even faster.

"Oh, J.T., I'm there. I'm about to come."

"Yeah babe. Come in me, Michael. Shoot your cum up inside me."

"Oh, T. I'm coming," he softly said. "I'm coming so deep inside you."

His head tilted back in his orgasm. I wrapped my arms and held him tight. He continued to push his rod up into my hole, gently rocking us.

"Oh, Michael. Thank you for this."

We kissed and rocked, his cock still deep in my ass. I didn't want to leave his embrace. We kissed for several minutes. Eventually, his dick softened and lost some of its length. I lifted off him. He placed one of the towels in front of the chair. He motioned me to sit on the other one in the chair.

I sat. Mike crouched before me. Once again, he put his mouth around my cock. I spread my legs open, and he moved his body in closer. He sucked me fast and hard. It was challenging, but I remained quiet. My breathing was loud, but no neighbors could hear that. He clutched my sides and held me. His mouth continued to consume my flesh. One hand grabbed the base of my cock and started yanking it, while part of my shaft remained in his mouth.

"Ohhh!" I momentarily called out but restrained the volume following.

He kept pulling and sucking. The rocking chair hardly moved. My cock felt like steel. Throbbing steel. Vibrating, pulsing, electrified, stimulated, throbbing steel.

I gazed out over the water. A half-moon reflected on the surface and provided just enough light for me to see Mike's head move up and down, consuming all seven inches of my manhood. I felt the warmth of his breath escape his nostrils and filter through the bush on my crotch. It contrasted with the cool evening air. He sucked me harder. Pleasure in my cock was escalating.

"I'm about to come, Michael," I loudly whispered.

His tongue tantalized the underside of my erection. That did it. My cock exploded. My cum coated the roof of Mike's mouth and throat. I thrust my dick inside his mouth as best I could from the chair. I felt the cum continue to escape my spasming organ. Mike hummed as the liquid warmed his tongue. His hands went up and down my upper thighs.

"Fuck yeah," I whispered. He lifted his mouth off my spent erection a millimeter at a time. Slowly, gradually ... he released me from his oral skills.

He stood, leaning over me to kiss me once more. I tasted the cum on his tongue.

"Let's go inside," he said.

We gathered our things and went into the bedroom. I darted back to the kitchen to scarf down a few chips. Mike stuck his hand in the bag as well.

I lit the candle by the bedside. I wasn't completely ready to go to sleep. We brushed out teeth and moved into the covers.

"Clever idea outside, Michael Terry," I said.

He chuckled. "It actually worked out better than I thought. Definitely a first for me. Thank goodness we had two towels; I'm not sure my butt would have made it otherwise."

"Oh no. Still sore?"

"Just enough to let me know that the occasion was something special."

I leaned over to kiss him. "What a sweet answer."

We both sighed and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm just thankful the chair didn't collapse under us," I said. "That would have been interesting to explain. Heaven knows I have a run of sexual incidents."

He chuckled. "How many am I involved in?"

"Two. I think."

He turned toward me again. "So what scandals am I unaware of?"

"I'll never tell," I said looking back at him. After a wry smile, "Most of it is roommate type stuff, but I will tell you about the library another time."

"You had sex in a library!!?"

"Okay, I guess another time is now."

We moved into each other's arms. I didn't tell him about Lance and me being caught in the shower but noted a couple instances of awkward situations. He shared a couple from his college days. The candle flickered shadows every now and then.

Midnight arrived. We felt we should get some sleep. We kissed each other.

"Today was magical, J.T. Love you."

"I love you too, Michael."

I melted into his chest with his arms around me. We fell asleep shortly thereafter.

 

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June 7

Mike is still sleeping. We've had an absolutely wonderful weekend. Robert's lake house has been a real treat, exceeding our expectations. The two of us have shared a lot with each other. I think we've both come to know each other even more.

The sex was off the charts. As great as that is, I do have to wonder what I will feel when it stops being phenomenal. I suppose I should just enjoy it while it is.

He wanted nicknames for us. It's cute. I never thought of anything beyond honey or babe or anything. I find it adorable for this man in his 30s to want us to do that.

It's a shame we have to leave.

 

Mike smelled the coffee and stumbled out of the bedroom, scratching his head. He was naked, of course, which I preferred. I had put boxers on. I poured him a cup and took it to him. As I handed him the coffee, I wiggled his penis in my grip. We gave a quick peck on the lips.

"Good morning, honey," I said.

I reminded him we had to do the bedding, towels and dishtowels before leaving. We prepared our breakfast of fresh fruit and added some granola bars to complement it. Following that we did the dishes. Then the task of removing the bed sheets was next. We loaded the washer and then packed up our things. We carried most everything to the car. I kept the journal out to work on my play; Mike read his book. I did take a moment to thoroughly clean all surfaces we had been naked.

Two hours later, we were making the bed.

"I hate to leave," Mike said.

"Me too. It's been great."

"It sure started summer off in a wonderful way."

We gathered our last things. I texted Robert that we had cleaned everything. Before we opened the door, Mike and I held each other. We looked into each other's eyes. We kissed deeply. This was something special for us. It was our first time "away." We weren't far, but we were at a place that was not our own. I felt we knew each other more than ever. During my college years I had no idea I could feel this way. I didn't even know that love felt like. I had watched my parents. That was my view of love. No way they felt as happy as the two of us did. I wondered if they did when they were our age.

We eventually let go and locked the door behind us.

 

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