Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2011 14:28:52 +1100
From: Marcus McNally <marcusis32@live.com.au>
Subject: Love On The Rocks 10

This story contains sexual situations between two males. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story.  If you are
under 18 years of age you are probably not legally allowed to read this
story.  This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to
persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. The author claims all copyrights in this story and no
duplication or publication of this story is allowed (except by the web
sites to which it has been posted) without the consent of the author.

*************

I lay awake for about an hour in the early morning until Ty stirred, but
before I had time to make a move on him, he was out of bed and headed for
the bathroom, his need to empty his bladder more urgent than my need to
empty his balls.

He slipped back into bed and into his favourite position, head on my chest
and my arm around his shoulders.  We talked for a while, and agreed that
after I left for the office, Ty would pack and catch a cab to the airport
for his flight to Sydney, alleviating the sadness that seems synonymous
with departure lounge farewells.

As we chatted, Ty began slowly rubbing his hand in small circles on my
stomach, moving slowly down until his fingers were grazing my pubes.  As
always when Ty was touching my body, my cock started to spring to life and
within seconds, it was rigid and brushing against his fingers.

He continued shooting the breeze about his Sydney recording sessions and
his week on the farm with his Mum and Dad and Scott, as his fingers lightly
tickled up and down my shaft.  Ty knows too well that I enjoy nothing more
than having my penis worshipped, played with, tickled, fondled and massaged
and he went on to combine all of those loves as his hand and fingers
explored every centimeter of my pulsating flesh.

As he tenderly felt the fullness of my cock, his fingers ran from my balls
to my cock head, swirling around before sliding back down the other half
and ending back at my nuts.  His movements were swift and smooth, as he
teased the most sensitive areas of my manhood, the glans and corona.

He brought his palm up to the top of the glans and parked it there flat
out, his fingers held together and stiff, his thumb pointing straight out.
I moaned softly as he spun it around as if he was trying to remove the
tight lid of a jar.  I was whimpering by the time he slipped his hand down
and gently massaged my spunk holders in his fingers, softly tugging them
down away from my shaft, bouncing them up and down in his hand.

He tenderly rolled them up the underside of my shaft until they reached
about halfway up my cock, before letting them fall and bringing his fingers
together in a makeshift goosehead formation. Very lightly, he again stroked
my erection with his fingers, running them all over my sensitive shaft and
balls, and sensing I was not far off blasting the white rockets, he gripped
my shaft, causing my cockhead to expand and discharge a copious amount of
precum, which completely coated my helmet, and Ty's fingers.  Slowly, he
moved his thumb to rest against the head of my cock, lightly moving it up
and down, causing me to moan obscenely.

For several minutes that felt like hours, Ty continued his slow torture,
backing off every time I tried to fuck his fist.  He'd slowly stroke
upwards from the root of my dick to the very tip, then twist his hand in a
clockwise motion, as if squeezing an orange.  Then he'd slide his hand all
the way to the base, where his long fingers jiggled my not-so-saggy balls.

"Pleeeeeease Ty," I pleaded, more than once.

The bastard wouldn't answer.  He'd just look up at me and grin.  I was in
such agony, I was jumping from feeling overwhelming love for this man and a
scary desire to smack him in the side of the head.

He held me on the precipice for an age.  Where he learnt such a skill I had
no idea, and at that point, couldn't have given a fuck.  I was consumed by
a desperate need to spew my load, to surrender to the sweet ecstasy of
orgasm.

By now, he must have sensed playtime better be over, if the filthy language
spewing from my mouth was any indication.  One last grin and he grabbed my
rigid cock firmly and started a steady but speedy jacking.  My invective
turned to groans and moans that could surely be heard by my neighbors

My body was twisting under Ty's hand, and my legs had started to
shake. He'd had me feeling like I was a fish swimming upstream but I knew,
as an endorphin fireworks display ignited in my brain, that the fish had
become a whale, and was about to blow.

And blow I did, pumping out a seemingly endless torrent of semen in quick
but agonizingly joyful bursts.  Eventually - my chest and neck coated in
semen - my body went limp.  I lay on my back panting as rivers of ejaculate
ran off my body and soaked into the sheets.  My eyes were closed but I felt
Ty let go of my wilting cock and move up the bed before he ran his soaking
fingers across my open lips.

"Thought that snake was never gonna stop spitting at me," he chuckled.

"That's the thing with the boy boa," I shot back.  "Get it all worked up
and it's gonna cover you in venom!"

I rolled on my side facing him, and was about to kiss him with my spunky
lip gloss when my eyes fell to the clock radio on Ty's bedside table.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasped, as I leapt from the bed.  "I am gonna be so
fucking late," I panicked, looking around for clothes.  Tempted as I was to
just throw on a suit and go, I realized that so much dried cum couldn't be
masked by cologne.  I'd have to shower.

"You want me to call in and say I'm your neighbor and you've got a flat
tyre?" Ty asked helpfully.

"No mate, but thanks," I replied.  "They'd expect me to get a cab.  It
wouldn't normally matter but I've got a meeting in, like, 20 minutes and
it's another one of those I can't afford to miss.  Same client as last time
I was late, wouldn't you know?"

I fast tracked it to the bathroom, showered quickly, dried off and threw on
my clothes while Ty was fixing coffee I knew I wouldn't have time to drink.
As I flew into the kitchen to say a quick goodbye I smiled to myself; Ty
had washed and dried yesterday's take-away coffee cup and filled it with
his fresh brew.

"Sorry mate," I apologised.  "But I really do have to go."

"It's cool, Mike," he said.  "But you owe me one, man!"

"I won't see you for two weeks, mate," I laughed.  "Trust me, you'll get
more than one!"

"Go, go," he shooed.  "Love ya."

"Love ya back," I smirked, as I pulled him into a fast but furious kiss.
My one free hand dropped and grabbed his junk through his boxers.  "Love
this too."

**********

I was only a little late for the meeting, which was thankfully delayed
because the client was stuck in traffic.  Back in my office, I knew I had
several hours of paperwork ahead of me, and I ploughed in.  Every hour or
so, my mind wandered to Ty and I tried not to think about the two week
separation ahead of us.

During my lunch break I stayed in the office and thought about where we
might spend our upcoming six week break.  I thought it might be fun to
return to Grand Apartments, where Ty and I first met.  But when I thought
it through, I realized there'd be too many holiday makers around and Ty
would be self-conscious every time we ventured outside the penthouse.

I looked for something more private online but after half an hour of dead
ends, I found a website advertising the services of a boutique real estate
agent in Queensland specializing in 5-star luxury hideaway accommodation
for exclusive clientele.  I called the number and after answering a few
questions, was put through the man whose name branded the company.

We talked for a while and I gave him a broad overview of what I was looking
for, emphasizing the need for privacy, water views and very few people, yet
within driving distance of a township.  He assured me he'd be able to find
something and asked me to leave it with him for a while.

Much later in the day, he emailed me a link to a rental house in the
back-beach area of the Sunshine Coast, which looked very secluded and
luxurious.  I loved it as soon as I saw the photos and I knew straight away
that Ty would love it too.  Spectacular water views, a private beach,
verandahs, air conditioning ... and the clincher for me, a huge granite
kitchen with stainless steel European appliances.

"How much?" I asked.

The agent told me and I heard myself gasp.

"Per month?" I asked cautiously.

He laughed.  "No, per week unfortunately.  If you let me know your budget,
I'm sure I can find you something really good."

I mulled it over for the moment, and decided to throw caution to the wind.
"I'll take it," I grinned. "Six weeks starting a fortnight from now."

The agent told me I'd need to fill in a booking form downloadable from his
website, and that the entire rental needed to be paid in advance.  I
thanked him profusely and went back to my paperwork, relaxed at the thought
of the tropical paradise awaiting us in just two weeks.

I filled in and emailed the booking form and transferred the rental monies
online and when my thoughts turned once again to Ty, I realized his plane
would be departing in 30 minutes.  I grabbed my mobile and called his
number, and two rings in, he answered.

"Hey sexy," he said quietly in my ear.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked.

"I'm in the business lounge, missing you."

"I miss you too, mate.  But I booked our getaway today.  You're gonna love
it."

"Where are we going?"

"Can't say!  It's a surprise.  But you're gonna love it."

"I don't care where it is, as long as I've got you and I can see the
water!"

I heard the "now boarding" call for Ty's flight and knew he'd have to go.
"Mate, you know what I'm gonna do the minute we arrive there?" I asked.

"What's that?"

"I'm gonna tear your clothes off and I'm gonna swallow your big fat cock
and I'm gonna suck your guts out through your piss slit ..."

There as an audible groan on the other end of the line.

"And then I'm gonna tear my clothes off, bury my face in your beautiful ass
and get you all wet and bothered, and then I'm gonna sink my dick in as far
as it'll go and then I'm gonna fuck you until your eyes pop out of your
head ..."

"You bastard," Ty laughed.  "I've gotta get up and walk now and I'm as hard
as a rock!"

"You'd better go then, mate," I chuckled.  "Because you'd be creaming your
jeans if I told you the rest of what I'm going to do to you."

"Me and my boner gotta go board," Ty said.  "Love you, mate."

"Love you too."

**********

Our first week apart went quickly enough, so engrossed was I in finalising
projects before my break.  I worked each day into the early evening, went
back to my empty apartment to eat and sleep and, most nights, to talk with
Ty on the phone.

His recording sessions were going well and he was happy with the results.
Best of all, he was delighted with his vocals.  "Man, I'm singing better
than ever at the moment," he'd enthuse.  "It's been since we've been
together.  All that moaning and groaning must be good for my throat!"

The weekend – a time Ty and I always dedicated to each other - was
difficult, but I busied myself with a lot of running, some gym work and
domestic chores I'd been putting off for weeks.  The second week at the
office was slow going, as I brought all my cases up to speed ready for the
handover.

Finally the big day was upon me and I took one last look around my
apartment to make sure everything was secure before throwing my luggage
into the back of my car and heading for the airport.

Before long, I was experiencing déjà vu as I kicked back in my business
class seat on my flight to Coolangatta, just I had all those months
earlier, not knowing then that I was fulfilling a date with destiny.  I
picked up the airline's in-flight magazine and couldn't help smiling when I
flicked to a double page spread on Ty, with its headline blazing `Aussie
Rock Royalty Crowned King Of The ARIAs'.  I'd never seen the photo before
and it was a killer.  I ripped the two pages out in slipped them into my
hand luggage, to give to Ty for his Mum.

I had spoken to him only a couple of times in the past week, after his
sessions had finished and he'd moved on to his family's farm in Stanthorpe.
He was really enjoying being home with his Mum and Dad but confessed he was
feeling a bit suffocated.  His conversation was mostly guarded, so I
gathered that one or both of his parents was usually nearby.

He mentioned the last time I called him that Scott had seemed a little
withdrawn, and had tried to get Ty alone to "talk about something", but
that whenever they announced that they were going into town for a coffee,
or to see a movie, their parents turned it into a family outing.

In that final call, I told Ty I'd booked him a flight that would get him to
Coolangatta Airport about an hour after my flight from Melbourne.  He
excitedly thought we were returning to the Grand, but I told him I had an
ever better plan.

I was daydreaming about the lazy weeks ahead as the plane began its descent
and within 40 minutes, I'd collected my priority luggage and was sipping a
beer in an airport bar waiting for Ty's flight to land.

I was waiting in the gate lounge as the arrival gates opened, and the
passengers had mostly disappeared by the time Ty emerged, beaming from ear
to ear and waving.

"Mate," I grinned.  "I was starting to think you'd missed the flight!"

"Sorry, it was the whole autograph thing again.  And photos with the flight
crew."

Knowing we couldn't show any real affection in public, it was great to
share a friendly man hug, knowing we'd be stepping things up several
notches in just a few hours.

As we neared the luggage carousel, I handed Ty the keys to the rental car
I'd left in the valet parking bay, telling him to go and wait while I
organised his luggage and his guitar.  It would be one less fan fuss for
him to deal with.  The look of gratitude on his was palpable and he beat a
hasty retreat.

It wasn't long before we were exiting the airport and ahead of the freeway
turnoff for the Sunshine Coast, Ty surprised me by asking if we might drop
in to see George at his home, where he'd been recuperating from his hip
surgery.

"Great idea, mate," I enthused.  "I've been thinking a lot about dear old
George."

**********

We felt good when we pulled up in front of the nondescript apartment block
where George lived.  We had his address from the medical documentation that
had been forwarded to us for payment, but we realised we had no phone
number, so we were cold calling, and hoping he was home.

It took two knocks on the apartment door before we heard a shuffle and the
door suddenly opened and we were beaming at the stunned look on George's
face.

"Mr Stewart!  Mr Hill!" he exclaimed.  "This is such a surprise."

Without waiting to be invited in, we stepped inside and surrounded him and
gave him a hug, and it was easy to see how overwhelmed George was.

He showed us through to the lounge room of his small but neat flat,
sparsely furnished with furniture that probably once belonged to his
parents.  George made tea and for an hour, we caught up with the news of
his surgery and recovery.  He was still in a little pain but feeling much
better.  He would need to use his walking stick for a few more weeks and
then hopefully he'd be walking unaided.

Ty and I filled George in on Ty's tour, and when we mentioned the ARIAs,
George proudly told us that he'd not only watched it, but had recorded it
on DVD, and when we told him we'd only seen the highlights and not the
actual broadcast, he gladly gave us his DVD burn.

After telling George of our plans for the next six weeks on the Sunshine
Coast, we reluctantly let him know we should be on our way.  He showed us
to do the door, thanked us profusely yet again, and we said our goodbyes.

We were walking towards our car when I stopped, causing Ty to look at me
questioningly.  I whispered something in his ear and, when he nodded
enthusiastically, we both turned on our heels and walked back to George's
front door, knocking loudly.

George opened the door, surprised.  "Did you leave something behind?" he
asked Ty, who was standing in front of me.

"Yes, George," Ty grinned.  "We left you behind.  Pack your bags, mate,
you're coming with us."

"Mr Hill, that's very kind of you, but I couldn't impose.  You and Mr
Stewart have done too much for me already."

"No discussions, George," I chipped in.  "We've made up our minds.  It's a
big place we've rented, and there's plenty of room.  You're not getting a
free ride – we're thinking we'll put you in charge of meals, nothing too
strenuous.  You'll have some company and a bit of a holiday at the same
time."

It took George another hour to pack, and to organise for his sister to keep
an eye on his apartment, feed his cat and water his plants.  Finally, we
loaded his suitcases into the car and set off for the Sunshine Coast, a
cruisy 250km drive.

Three hours later, towards the end of the afternoon, we reached our
destination and all three of us made appreciative noises as I pulled in to
the carport of the house I'd arranged as our home for the next month and a
half.

The luggage unpacked, any nagging doubts I had about the rental cost fell
by the wayside as we walked through the property.  It was massive and we
couldn't see another house for miles.  It was a typical Queensland period
weatherboard home on stilts, rambling and welcoming.  It had been minimally
decorated to keep with the beach setting and everything was painted white;
there was white couches, white bed linen, even white crockery.

Best of all, it has its own private beach and Ty and I realised immediately
that our privacy was assured.  I couldn't help daydreaming of breakfasts on
the private balcony, sipping wine while watching the waves roll in, and
balmy barbeques on the deck.

Ty and I put our bags in the master bedroom, a massive space with a balcony
looking straight out across the water.  George had a choice of four other
bedrooms, and picked the one closest to the kitchen.

Exploring the house, we discovered one big room totally devoted to a pool
table, and a smaller lounge room with a baby grand piano, which made Ty's
eyes light up.  George and I were both in awe of the huge kitchen.

After a short discussion, we agreed that Ty would unpack our stuff, and I
would drive to the supermarket with George to stock up.

Unexpectedly, George and I managed to fill two trolleys, ending up with
enough supplies for at least a week, and we grabbed cases of beer and wine
as well.  George seemed concerned how we'd get everything loaded into the
car and then unpacked at the other end, given that he still couldn't lift
anything.

I enquired at the supermarket and found that yes, I could pay a small
delivery charge and one of the young guys from the supermarket would
deliver everything and put it in the kitchen for us.

On the way back to the house I stopped and bought a cold bottle of wine and
some chilled beers, not knowing how long we'd wait for the supermarket
delivery.  Back at the house, Ty had unpacked everything, including
George's things, and empty suitcases were out of sight.  My guy was
learning this stuff fast!

I opened the bottle of wine so Ty, George and I could propose a toast to a
creative interlude for the singer and a fast recovery for the doorman.  We
stood on one of the balconies overlooking the sea, and already we were
completely relaxed.

Ty and I settled in the main lounge room while George pottered around in
the kitchen, working out where everything was stored.  An hour or so later,
the doorbell rang and Ty looked alarmed.  I assured him it was OK, just the
delivery guy from the supermarket.

I opened the front door to a very good looking guy, perhaps 19 or 20.

"Got your groceries," he said, and I noticed immediately that his eyes fell
to my crotch and lingered momentarily.  Oh, I know that look.

He wheeled in a trolley with the first three of many cartons, and I lead
the way to the kitchen.  As we passed through the lounge room, Ty was still
sprawled on the couch, reading the instruction manual for the home
entertainment system.  When Ty says `g'day', the kid nearly tripped over.

As soon as we were in the kitchen, he looked at me wide-eyed and whispered
excitedly, "That's Tyson Hill isn't it?"

Shit!  "Ah, yes it is," I replied cautiously.  "What's your name, mate?"

"I'm Simon."

"I'm Mike.  Simon, I'm going to ask you to please keep it completely
confidential that Tyson Hill is renting here.  This place was picked
because it's private and he needs a break without any media or fans
around."

"Yeah, sure Mike," Simon assured me, and I could only hope he was being
genuine.  "Secret's safe with me.  So are you and him, like, you know,
together?"

"I'm Tyson's lawyer," I replied, dismissing his question.  "I'm here as
part of Tyson's team, going through contracts with him."

"OK," he responded.  "Hey, do you think I could maybe get my `Love On The
Rocks' CD signed?  That'd be so cool."

"I reckon that can be arranged, Simon," I said.  "But not today.  He's only
just arrived and it's probably not the right time.  But we'll be organising
more groceries in a week or so and if you prove to me that you've kept your
word, I'll ask for you to be the one to deliver them, and you can get your
CD signed.  In fact, if Tyson gets through six weeks without anyone knowing
he's here, you can drop by and have a beer, and get a photograph taken with
him as well.  Deal?"

"Deal!" he beamed, shaking my hand.  "Man, Tyson Hill's the best!"

Even though I was sure it wasn't part of the usual supermarket service,
Simon stuck around and helped me transfer all the groceries to the pantry.

"So do you live here Simon, or are you just here for the summer break?" I
asked.

"Just here with my folks for the break," he replied glumly.  "It's so
boring here for someone my age.  I only took the supermarket job for
something to do, and a bit of spare cash."

"You finished school?"

"Yeah, this is my gap year.  Exciting, eh?  I start Uni next year."

"What are going to study?"

"The plan is, sports medicine, but if it turns out I suck at that, maybe
physiotherapy."

"You got a girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"Boyfriend?"

"Um, no," he stammered, his cheeks colouring.  "Man, I gotta go. They'll be
wondering where I got to."

"OK, Simon," I smiled, walking him back to through the lounge room and I
sensed his disappointment that Ty was no longer there.  At the door, I
shook his hand and tipped him $20.  "Thanks for you help, mate," I said.
"And thanks for understanding Tyson's need for privacy."

"No worries Mike," he said earnestly.  "I promise I won't tell anyone."

I closed the door and went in search of my missing man.  I found him on a
side balcony, finishing his glass of wine and concentrating hard on song
lyrics he was quietly singing to himself.

I turned to leave him to it, but he said "Where are you going?"

"Thought you were deep in concentration and maybe writing another rockin'
Tyson Hill anthem, and I didn't want to get in the way of your next
million," I grinned.

Ty laughed.  "I'm a rock God, mate!  A million's just play money!  I was
thinking maybe we could take a walk along the beach?  There's something I
need to fill you in on ..."

***********

The sun was beginning a slow descent as we wandered along the sand, me
walking backwards while Ty told me about his few days on the farm before
we'd caught up in Coolangatta.

While it was great seeing his Mum and Dad again, he felt completely
smothered.  His Mother fussed about whether or not he was eating properly,
and was preoccupied with whether any of the ladies she'd seen him pictured
with in magazines were the "right type of girl" for him.  He loved seeing
his Dad, who was as proud as punch of him, but Dad was relentless in his
need to make sure that Ty wasn't taking drugs like all "the other rock
stars do".

What bothered him most was Scott's reaction to his return home.  He sensed
an aloofness, quite unlike Scott, and at other times, he sensed that Scott
wanted to blurt something out, but couldn't find the right moment.

At first Ty thought it was Scott's reaction to Lachlan's returning to
Afghanistan and leaving Scott once again the "baby" at home.  He had a
nagging sense that something else was troubling Scott, but he was unable to
get to the bottom of it.

"And mate, he dropped it all on me at the airport, when I was on my way to
meet you," Ty said.  "Mum and Dad had to park the car, so we had like 10
minutes in the Business Lounge to actually talk in private."

"What is it?  Is he OK?"

"He thinks he's gay."

I stopped walking backwards and tried to register what I'd just heard.
"Really?  How?  Why?" was all I managed to get out before Ty shrugged.

"Don't know, mate," he replied.  "I had to get on the plane.  But he kind
of needs me right now, I think.  Something's not right."

"Has he been with a guy?" I asked.

"So far, it's been limited to him and his mate Tommy Kennedy jacking off
together, and he and some guy from school named Chad jacking each other
off," Ty replied, before shrugging his shoulders.  "He thought he liked
girls because he used to wank thinking about them and liked looking at
naked chicks online whenever he got the chance.  But lately, guys have been
replacing the girls in his wank fantasies."  Ty smiled at me.  "Déjà vu,
mate.  Been through that myself ..."

I thought about if for only a few moments.  "It's summer break," I offered.
"Can you ring your parents and arrange for Scott to come and visit you
here?  You could tell them it's the only break you'll get for a while and
you won't have a lot of time to spare after it's over?"

"Mate," Ty grinned, his hand touching my cheek.  "I was working up to
asking if you'd mind if Scotty came and stayed with us for a bit, and
you're one step ahead of me, as always.  I must've done something really
good in a past life to deserve you!"

I was genuinely touched.  "Ty," I said, looking him in the eye, "I know
this might sound a bit strange but I think of Lachlan and Scott like the
brothers I didn't have.  I feel like I'm part of a `family'.  I like to
think `we're' here for them, whenever and wherever."

Ty was quiet for a while, and as we drew up to the staircase leading back
to our veranda, he said, "I sometimes question the whole God thing, but
when I found you I started to think maybe someone is out there somewhere,
looking out for me."

I put my hand on the back of Ty's head, and drew him into a long and tender
kiss, our first since Ty left Melbourne.  "Mate," I smiled.  "God's out
there looking out for you, and I'm here to cover your ass.  Literally!"

"Speaking of which," Ty smirked back, "We've got a bit of catching up to do
in that department.  I do believe an early night is in order!"

We walked up the stairs to the main balcony and were surprised to see that
George had set and laid a table for two, and from the delicious smells
wafting through the doors, dinner was obviously underway.  George appeared
with a silver tray, two crystal wine glasses and a chilled bottle of
Petaluma Chardonnay.

"Wine, Mr Stewart?" he asked.

"Come on George, don't start with the `Mr' shit while we're on holidays.
It's Mike and Ty."

"I'm very sorry, sir.  I've tried acclimatising to using your Christian
names, but it goes against the grain.  All those years of conditioning.  So
if it's all the same with you, I would be much more comfortable if I could
address you as Mr Stewart and Mr Hill."

I looked at Ty, who shrugged.

"OK, George," I sighed.  "But one thing that's not negotiable is, tonight
it's the three of us for dinner, so you're going to have to set a third
place at the table."

"That wouldn't be right, sir," George replied.  "I'm here to serve you."

"You're actually here to take instruction from us, George," Ty chuckled.
"And we're instructing you that you're having dinner with us tonight."

"Very well sir," said George, returning to the kitchen to collect another
place setting.

Another of George's many talents was revealed a short time later - dinner
was perfect.  Seafood linguine with a side salad of rocket, pear, walnut
and parmesan, followed by a mango sorbet.  Simple.  Memorable.

By 9pm, the long day had caught up with us, and we told George we were off
to bed.

"Very good sir," George nodded.  "What would you and Mr Hill like for
breakfast and what time would you like it served?"

Ty and I looked at one another.  "I think, juice, coffee and poached eggs,
at 8.30," Ty said.  "And I think we'll have breakfast in bed."

"Very well, sir," George replied.

"Might be a good idea to knock first, George!" I laughed.

"Of course, sir," George smiled.

We thanked George and retired to our bedroom, shutting the double doors
behind us.  We stood either side of the bed, undressing and watching each
other closely.  It was a no-brainer that we both had erections and once
we'd slipped beneath the covers we wasted no time reacquainting ourselves
with each other's naked bodies.

**********

I was in the `twilight zone' of sleep the next morning and registered the
fact that I was smiling, as my mind replayed the hot sex scenes Ty and I
had played out the previous evening, the first time we'd made love for a
fortnight.

We'd no sooner slipped between the cool cotton sheets when we were all over
one another, a mass of writhing limbs and exploring hands.

How ready I was for him when he rolled me on to my back, lifted back my
legs and began to orally prepare my ass for his rigid flesh.  How loudly I
groaned when he finally slid his fuck flesh all the way home.

Ty's strong hands held on to my hips as he started thrusting into me,
covering my face with kisses and whispering his love in my ear.  Each time
he lifted his face away from mine, I noted how blissful his visage was and
was reminded what a handsome man he was.

He fucked me slowly and steadily and my ass, having readjusted to his
length and girth, was clutching at his cock, intensifying his pleasure.  In
turn, he was pleasuring me in a way no man before him had ever managed to,
and that pleasure was lifting from somewhere deep inside me and spreading
out to every single nerve in my body.

Before long, Ty was alternating between panting and whimpering,
breathlessly telling me how tight and warm my ass was, as my own rampant
cock rubbed against his stomach.  I clung to his strong arms as I pressed
deeper into the mattress.  His fat hog completely impaled me and I could
feel the softness of his curly pubes against my ass cheeks.  How much I
wanted the moment to last forever, for both of us.

Relentlessly he fucked me; tenderly, passionately.  He started making the
almost animalistic noises that I knew were signals that he would soon reach
his peak and, always the considerate lover, he held himself over me with
one arm and in his other hand, took hold of my throbbing boner and began
milking it.  It felt as if I was stroking my own cock, so instinctively did
Ty know exactly how to turn me on. He went from stimulating just my
inflamed cockhead to jerking just the base of my cock.

My own guttural moans matched Ty's as I felt the familiar constriction deep
down in my ball bag, and I knew I would soon be done for.  I started
lifting my ass off the bed to draw even more of Ty's manhood inside me.  As
I started whispering filth in his ear, his hand started pumping my prick
faster and faster and I almost blacked out when the tsunami hit.  I felt a
massive rope of thick white cum spray out of my cock and land on Ty's
chest, followed by a second, third, fourth ... I lost count.

I felt Ty's weight bear down on me as he thrust as far inside my ass as he
could and he cried out as his own orgasm hit, blasting a geyser of man milk
into my bowel.  Moments later, he collapsed on my chest and we lay panting,
arms wrapped around each other until his deflating cock slid from my
well-used anus.

Remembering how hot that fuck had been had me hard again as I fully woke,
and I was aware that Ty was on his side, snuggled in with his back spooning
into my front.  I was about to reach around and start to manipulate his
morning wood when there was a soft knock on the door.  Damn.  It must be
8.30.

"Come in," I called out sleepily.

"Good morning, Mr Stewart," said George as he walked in with a large tray
laden with our breakfast, and the welcome smell of freshly brewed coffee
filled the room.

"Good morning, George," I said, as I reluctantly extricated myself from the
softness of Ty's still sleeping body.

"Oh, Mr Hill is still asleep," George noted with concern, adding with a
whisper, "Should I come back later?"

"No George, it's fine," I smiled, as I gently shook Ty's shoulder.  He
mumbled something, and then opened his eyes, and it took a moment for him
to realize where he was and what was happening.

He sat up slightly.  "Hey George," he yawned.  "Something smells good.
Apart from Mike, I mean!"

By the time Ty and I were propped up on pillows, George was putting the
tray on the bed and pouring two hot coffees.  He handed them to us and said
he'd be back in a few moments with the morning newspaper.

As soon as he'd left, Ty turned and kissed me.  "Hey there sexy!" he
beamed. "I didn't wanna wake up because I was dreaming about your ass!"

"Well, you were about to be woken up with a handjob, but George knocked on
the door!"

Ty chuckled.  "Gotta pee," he said as he jumped naked from the bed and
headed for the en suite, his stiff prong pointing the way.  By the time
he'd pissed and flushed the toilet, George had returned with the newspaper.
Ty walked back into the bedroom, his now softening cock swinging between
his legs.  If he was self-conscious at George seeing him naked, he didn't
show it.

He took the proffered newspaper from George and, sliding back between the
sheets, started scanning the headlines as he sipped on his coffee.

"If you need anything, just call out," said George.  "I'll be in the
kitchen."

We languished in bed for a while before throwing on shorts and singlets and
pounding the sand, followed by an hour of stretching exercises on the beach
and a frolic in the surf.  It was an odd feeling, having an entire beach
and ocean to ourselves.  Odd, but awesome.

It was such a glorious day, we were still enjoying the sun long past noon,
and we laughed as we noticed George, dressed in his slacks, long-sleeved
shirt and leather shoes, navigating the sand with his walking stick in one
hand, a picnic basket in the other.  He'd made us lunch, but couldn't be
convinced to join us.  He had "things to do"!

Full of fine food, I sipped my beer and thought again how perfect my life
was right at this moment in time.  And I sent a silent prayer to the
universe that everything might stay as it was.

After lunch, we returned to the house and as I showered I heard Ty on his
mobile, talking first with Scott and then with his parents.  I could hear
only one side of the conversation of course, but I could tell he was having
a difficult time convincing his mother to let Scott join him.

It was obvious Mrs. Hill felt Scott had had too much excitement for one
year, holidaying in Coolangatta, flying to Melbourne for Ty's concerts and
then the ARIA Awards.  And now she'd be without the only one of her three
sons still living at home, for at least a month.

But my guy could be pretty persuasive when he wanted to be, and by the time
I'd finished drying myself he'd managed to talk her around.

"You're the best Mum ... No, I won't let him get into any trouble ... Well
he's 18 now Mum so he can drink alcohol legally ... OK, OK, I won't let him
drink too much ... No, I'll make sure he tells me where he's going if he
goes out ... Mum, this is a big house in the middle of nowhere, there's
really nowhere he can go ... No, he won't be bored ... OK Mum, can you put
Scotty on?"

Ty winked at me and gave me the thumbs up as I dressed, aware of Ty's eyes
roaming over my naked body.

"Hey asshole!" he said when Scott came on the line.  "Pack for hot weather.
I'll arrange your flight and text you the details ... I'll pick you up at
Brisbane airport ... It's a 90-minute drive from here.  Oh and mate, I
didn't tell you that George, the old guy from Grand Apartments, is here too
... Long story, mate ... He's recovering from an operation and we talked
him into coming with us and cooking the meals ... He's a great cook, you'll
have fun ... OK mate, love ya too ... See you Friday".

Ty hung up and we immediately high-fived.  "Man, that was hard work!" he
laughed.  "Mum thinks he's still 12!"

"I didn't realize he'd turned 18," I said.  "Did we miss his birthday?"

"He turned 18 while I was in Sydney finishing the album," Ty replied.  "I
just forgot to mention it because I was too wrapped up in the recording
sessions.  I didn't have time to go looking for anything, so I transferred
money to his account so he can buy his first car.  Nothing flash, just
something to run around in until he gets used to driving."

"Maybe I can give him a few lessons while he's here?" I pondered.

"Great idea," said Ty.  "So, Friday it is.  I'm not looking forward to the
drive to Brisbane to pick him up!"

"I'll go, mate," I offered.  "I'd rather you keep working while you're
feeling creative."

"You sure, mate?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied.  "Besides it'll give me some `alone' time with Scott so
I can maybe suss out where his head's at."

**********

Our first week passed quickly.  We were having a great time, and being
thoroughly spoiled by George and his culinary surprises.

Most days, Ty was spending hours plucking his guitar, composing and
singing.  To give him space – and to free up the TV for me to watch
without disturbing him – I set up a little `studio' in the smaller
lounge where the piano was stored.  I arranged the room so that the couches
were separated by a table with his laptop, for recording, plenty of
manuscript paper, and even spare plectrums and guitar strings.

While Ty was being creative, I lay on a sun lounge on the balcony reading
books, doing crossword puzzles and solving Sudoku, all the things I never
had much time for at home.  Some times, Ty took a long break and we'd watch
DVDs on the big screen TV.  Other times, we'd retire to our room for an
`afternoon delight', or lie on the beach together working on our tans.

The afternoon before Scott was due to arrive, we were back in the lounge
after having a swim and I feel asleep on the couch.  I woke a while later
to find Ty lying on the opposite couch looking at me intently, a silly grin
on his face.

"Hey Ty," I yawned.  "You're looking at me!"

"Hard to take my eyes off you mate," he grinned.

"Why?"

"Cos you're beautiful"

"You're pretty cute yourself!"

"I could eat you."

"You swallowed my dick this morning."

"Yeah, your dick's great, but I want to eat the rest of you too."

"Tell you what, Hannibal," I smirked.  "You can eat me tonight, a bit at a
time, starting with my ass!"

George suddenly appeared, clearing his throat.  "I'm sorry Mr. Stewart, we
have fillet steak, a butterfly leg of lamb and some pork chops, but we're
fresh out of ass!"

"That's OK, George," I chortled.  "Ty will be eating out ..."

**********

That night, after Ty had indeed used his mouth on almost every part of my
body and had then soundly fucked me, I lay in bed listening to his gentle
breathing as he lay sleeping, his head on my chest.

In the dark, I was mulling over in my mind how Ty and I would handle things
with Scott.  Confronting your sexuality can be challenging - even harrowing
- at 18 and I wanted to be ready to offer the right advice and support.

Later, as I felt myself drifting off, I started to think about groceries -
of all things - and what extra food we might need with a fourth person in
the house.  As sleep embraced me I was making a mental list of what I
needed to pick up from the supermarket.

Suddenly my eyes flew open.  I had a great idea! ...

**********

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