Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 03:00:18 -0500
From: redwheels <redwheels@subdimension.com>
Subject: cruise-workout-attraction

Written by redwheels (formerly ultf113)
Spring 2002

The ship was quiet as the first golden rays of morn touched
her immense white body.  I breathed in the cool air, looking
down over the rail to see the last wisps of sea fog slip
past her hull.  My new sneakers gripped the dewy light grey
boards of the Pacifica II's port walkway.  Since no one else
was around, I relaxed and walked naturally, a rare pleasure
for a gay man accustomed to red alert camouflage for my own
protection.

The workout room looked big, probably due to the mirrored
walls.  My room card slid into the glass door's slot.  I
walked through to the men's shower room.  This was nice...
Traveling to Hawaii on a six month-old cruise ship was
something I could grow to like!  I set my red/black gym bag
on the bench and slowly took off my sky blue track pants and
hooded white anorak.  After locking my stuff in the most
"private" corner locker, I went back to the main room to
begin stretching.

Another man came through the glass door as I started
stretching my arms and sides.

"Hey," he said.

"Morning."

*He* was in good shape!  I could only check him out for two
seconds as he strode to the showers, but what an impression!
 You know those barbarian types you see on Xena?  He was
like that, only taller.  Not as pumped up...  A balanced,
moderate 2/3ds of the way to being overmuscled.  His blonde
hair was pretty long, so he probably wasn't gay...  unless
he was an actor or something.  I hoped he wouldn't mind me
checking him out.  The idea of comparatively scrawny me
forcefully overpowered by kisses from that huge-jawed face
of his...  God, couldn't I just forget about sex for awhile
and focus on exercise?  Nope.

I smiled to myself as I touched my toes and stretched my
calves.  Putting one foot on the rack of free weights and
leaning forward to stretch my back thigh felt so good.  I
went through my routine, enjoying my toned reflection in the
bright room.  I was just wearing a red square-cut swimsuit,
white socks and sneakers, and a red headband.  My toned 6'
1" body was lovely enough to expose, and I knew I'd work up
a sweat doing cardio after free weights, so why ruin a shirt
first thing in the day?

"All right, chrome free weights!" he said, coming out of the
shower room.

"Yeah, this ship has everything," I said, not wanting my
voice to sound too... expressive, if you know what I mean.

I took a pair of 8 pound dumb bells and went off to the side
to do my sets.  Facing the glass outer wall, I started my
first 15 bicep curls.

"You're looking good," he said as he picked up two 12
pounders.  "Name's Douglas.  Good to meet ya."

"Hi.  I'm Mitch."  Should I compliment him?  I didn't want
to be so obvious, but he noticed me, so...

"Ever cruised before?" he asked.  His voice was so confident
and clear.  He alternated curls with each arm like the
weights were nothing.

"No.  I'm a first timer.  Won a company contest for the
trip."

"Lucky man."

We exercised for five minutes, our introductory small-talk
out of the way.  I slowly went through my dozen moves at 8
pounds while he plowed through his, easily doing sets of 30.
 I went to the rack to exchange my weights for 15 pounders.

"I was beginning to wonder," he said with a smile.

"Hey, I work light every other day," I said.  Feeling cocky
at his friendly initiative, I said, "And what makes YOU the
bodybuilding expert?"

Douglas laughed in the middle of his front-raise.

"Watch what you say, little punk!"

"Okay okay, your majesty," I said.  "Jeez."  Oh, these
heavier weights felt better.

"I see you like to go slow," he said, putting his weights
back on the rack.

"Yeah, I like to feel the whole motion."

30 pounders now?  No way.  He exhaled through his lips and
resumed working out, five feet from me.

"You mind if I watch you?" I said.

He shrugged his shoulders.  I turned to see his incredible
arms squeeze and flex.  He was beginning to sweat a little.

Normally I wouldn't stare at another guy in a gym, but
Douglas didn't seem to have a trace of shyness.  With a body
like his, he was probably used to the attention.  I liked
what he was wearing--shiny dark blue jogging shorts and a
simple white tank top with the Pacifica II's name and
curling wave logo in light blue.  No sign of body hair.  I
liked that.

I breathed loudly, feeling the strain on my 12th overhead
press.

"Hey, settle down over there," he said with another smile.

"Sorry Douglas, it's just that," I pressed up again, "it's
getting harder for me."  I hoped he picked up on my obvious
double meaning.

"Happens every day," he said.  He put his weights to his
shoulders and started doing squats.

Enough signals had passed that I felt like there was little
to lose if I came right out and asked him.  But...  why rush
things?

"How long have you been working out?" I asked.

He was beginning to breathe harder.  "About 8 years.  My
college had an incredible weight room.  I really took to it
naturally.  And it helped get my mind off..."

"Yes?"

"You know, being gay...  figuring out what to do."  He
continued exercising.

"Yeah...  I can... relate to that."  He smiled and glanced
back to me.

"So how old are you Mitch?"

"34," I said, walking to the inclined bench.

"Not bad.  You look a lot younger."

"Well, I tell people it's because I don't drink coffee.
Everyone in my family is a total addict, and it shows.  It's
sad how they can barely function in the morning when I'm
ready for anything."

"I've always hated coffee too...  I'm," he stood and raised
his weights high, "an orange juice man!  Ahhhh!"  He took a
deep breath and put his weights back on the rack.

I started my crunches.  Douglas stood and relaxed, watching
me as he wiped his forehead with his towel.

"You do look good," he said.

"Thanks.  You're amazing."

"Thanks.  It's nice to hear another guy say that...  Usually
my compliments come in the form of women hooting from
convertibles."

I smiled.  "Isn't that the wierdest thing?  I've gotten that
a few times...  They must feel looser in a group."

"You have no idea how loose women can get," he said.

"Oh?" I asked.  Women generally picked up on my gayness
right away.

"They can be pretty pathetic.  To be looked up and down by
some drunk middle-aged woman coming out of a restaurant...
Probably thinking I could be the answer to her unlived
life."

"It must be rough," I said with a laugh, basically accusing
him of being a pussy.

He laughed and moved the key down on the leg-press' weight
stack.

After my crunches, I walked over to his machine and set the
pull-down bar for 120 pounds.  I grabbed the black foam
grips and centered myself, looking over to see him checking
me out.

"I see you shave too," he said, pushing his gleaming legs
down.

"But of course."  After a few pulls on the wide bar, I
started humming the tune, "You're the top", hoping he'd pick
up on the reference.

We synced up and he hummed along, moving his head back and
forth in time.  Our song grew louder and faster.  Exhausted
after two verses, we finished.  The weights stopped clinking
and our breathing sounds filled the room.

"Mitch, my man," he asked.  "Want to spend the day
together?"

"Sounds good," I said, recovering my breath.  "Got to do the
bike first though."

"I believe I'll join you."

We walked, our muscles feeling warmed and well-used, to the
row of five black exercycles.  I programmed mine for 25
minutes, level 7 of 10.

"Level 7, eh?" he said.  "How 'bout a race?"

"You got it."

There was a flat Hi-Def screen centered in the top of the
mirror wall.  Our cycles were hooked in to the computer.  I
chose the gold rider.  Douglas chose Mr. Ice.

We started out slow, enjoying the pleasant flat ground,
getting used to seeing our characters glide along, their
legs matching ours as we pedaled.

"This is cool," I said.  The computer graphics rolled by
smoothly, with very well done texture maps on the road and
buildings.  The snowy blue mountains loomed ahead.

We went into our first hill, keeping pace with each other.
I wondered out loud how I kept my lead.

"I think the bikes factor in our weight," he said.  "No
problem."

Douglas poured on the power and ascended the hill, leaving
me scrambling to keep up.  He relaxed on the leveling road
as I closed in.  My heart felt great to beat so fast.  I
loved this computer system!

"Hey Mitch, good to see ya," he said as Goldie came within
15 feet.  He let me come along side.

"See if it allows drafting," he said.  I gently pressured my
handlebars to glide in behind him.  The distorted scenery
looked so beautiful through Mr. Ice's transparent body.

"Nope, no change," I said.  "Good view though."

"Let me see your guy," said Douglas.

We tilted and circled to match speed again.  The road, sky,
and trees reflected off my character's gold body.

"A living trophy," said Douglas.

"That you'll never catch!" I said, suddenly pounding down
and pulling ahead.

"You fucking dick!" he said.

"All's fair..."

I led him for two minutes, riding hard.  He wore me out and
passed me on the next, very long hill.  Our handlebars
sensed and displayed our heart rates on the corners of the
HD screen.

2/3ds of the way into the race, we were both breathing hard
and dripping with sweat.  I was having the most fun with a
computer since playing Star Raiders on an Atari 400 at a
projection TV store when I was 12.  The fronts of my legs
were burning with lactic acid, but I had to keep up with Mr.
Ice.  I stood up on the pedals and brought my ass muscles
fully into use.  The cutting-edge exercycle realistically
tilted side to side in its heavy base beneath me.

It felt so good to reach level ground again and feel the
resistance ease off.  The finish line was a half mile away,
but I was spent.  My legs weakly pedaled as I coasted in,
far behind Douglas.  The screen displayed our times and top
speeds, then showed an animated winner ceremony for Mr. Ice.
 I wiped the sweat away from my face and leaned back,
gasping for air and feeling the pain in my legs dissipate.

Douglas leaned to the padded handlebars, resting his head on
his crossed arms.  I felt great to know the drained
satisfaction of going beyond my limits of endurance.

Our hearts still pounding, we dismounted and toweled down
our bikes.  Mr. Ice was still standing on the podium, waving
his fists and bowing to the crowd.

"What a jerk!" said Douglas with a friendly breath.

I swallowed, my mouth feeling dry.

"Shower time," I said.  His eyes brightened and we
confidently entered the locker room.

The thing I love most about exercise is the weak, trembling,
steamy afterglow of exhaustion.  The subdued light in the
changing area was so sharp and clear compared to the flood
of mirrored daylight outside.  I loved the easy task of
untying my shoes and stripping off my sweaty socks,
headband, and tight swimsuit.  It was good to be with
another gay man again, comfortable and unashamed of our
nudity and any reaction we might have to each other.

There was one large shower stall, tiled in heavy duty dark
brown squares on the walls and tiny speckled beige hexagons
on the floor.  We both entered.  Douglas grabbed the shower
handle from the wall and turned the dial all the way to the
right.  He blasted my relieved nude body with warm water to
rinse the sweat away.  He paid special attention to my light
brown hair, placing his large free hand on my shoulder to
steady me.  I felt the flexible metal hose brush against my
bottom a couple times.  I turned and drank from the warm
spray.  Mmmmm.

He let me take my turn hosing him down.  Oh my God, he was
beautiful.  His back, his legs, his waist, his ass...  I
sprayed him hard with the heavy chrome handheld.  We faced
each other so I could attend to his unbelievable chest,
rippling abs, and huge thick cock.  He raised his arm and
placed his hand behind his neck, as if to pose for me.  I
showered down his bare arm pits.  We were both hard and
turned on for sex, the last energy source left in our
bodies.

I put the shower handle back on the wall and squeezed out a
handful of white liquid soap from the enormous plastic
dispenser.  The familiar scent of Ivory, a brand which I,
after a lifetime of using Dial, sexually imprinted with at
14, filled the stall.  Oh man.  I touched my soapy hand to
Douglas' left shoulder, then, smiling, began lathering him.
He pumped out a generous handful and playfully lathered me,
starting at my neck.  We happily covered one another in
foamy, dripping bubbles which ran down our firm bodies.  I
loved feeling my hands slip over his fantasic curves.

We looked at each other to confirm the next step.  Yes.
Douglas soaped up my rock hard penis and firmly rubbed my
ass with hot lather.  I took my time getting his equipment
clean.

"That's as far as it goes for now Mitch," he said.  I
understood.

We showered each other off again, and I hosed down the
lather left in the stall.  I felt so wonderfully alive and
clean as Mitch, naked and natural, turned off the shower's
loud shhhh and clicked it back to the wall.  The silence was
deep and comforting.

We went to our lockers and dried off.  No one else was
around.  No noises from the exercise room.  We could stretch
this moment and talk.

"Thanks for a great morning, Douglas."

"Doug.  And It's been great to meet you."

"Mind if I do my cool-down stretch now?" I asked with a
smile.

"Please do."

I raised my hands high, closed my eyes, and tilted my face
back, knowing how beautiful I must have looked to Doug.  My
cock was soft again.  Keeping my eyes closed, I lowered and
stretched each arm.  I opened my eyes to see him, his
relaxed nude body so strong there on the wooden bench,
enjoying my show.  I bent down to touch my toes.  He guided
me with one hand to turn.  I smiled, standing up straight,
then bending down to show him the shadows of my dark crack
and bright smooth ass in their gay glory.

His hands caressed my buns.

"So smooth," he said.

I stood up.  "I did the laser thing in San Fran last year.
Like it?"

"Oh yeah Mitch."  I closed my eyes and enjoyed his soft
caress.

"How much was it?" he asked.

"About $2500, over two weeks."

"Any problems with it?"

"It stung a little at first, but it was nice to baby my skin
after each treatment.  It's so nice not to have to shave.
The freedom..."

"Waking up every morning, your body smooth under the
covers..." he said.

"Mm hmm."

I turned back around and lifted my left heel to my ass to
stretch my hot, aching thigh.  I wrapped up my posing and
stretching, then sat next to Douglas on the bench.

He smiled over and laughed through his nostrils.

"Are you seeing anybody now?" I asked.

"No.  I'm available."

"Me too."  We smiled again.  I put my hand on his thigh.
His huge cock's springy bush of light brown pubic hair
looked so soft and inviting in the clear locker room light.

"Let's get together then," I said.  He looked up to my eyes
with his gentle face.

"You've got me, Mitch."  I quickly moved forward to kiss him
gently on the lips.

He put his hand on mine and kissed me back.  We parted and
took a few deep breaths, happy to make this connection so
soon on the voyage.

o  o  o  o  o

Feeling energized from our workout, I left my room and
walked down the long light green hall toward the bow's
breakfast atrium.  I wore a casual outfit of brown hiking
boots, white jeans, and a soft yellow golf shirt.  I felt so
good, so... gay after meeting Doug that morning.  I loved
the way he came out to me.  He must have sensed my nature
right away...  There was no doubt our sex would be hot, but
the thought of being held by him through the night, so big
and strong...  Sigh.

Mitch waved to me as I entered the bright, elegant space,
carpeted in soft ocean blue with white tables.  The sun was
pretty high now.  I waved back and went through the buffet
line.

"Good to see you," he said as I set my tray down.

"Looking good," I complimented.  He was wearing your basic
oatmeal-colored Banana Republic travel outfit.  Perfect for
him.  I liked his taste!

"Try this omelet," he said, reaching a forkful over to me.
I leaned forward and took it in.  I closed my eyes at its
deliciousness as I sat down.

"Mmmm."

I took a sip from my tall glass of foamy orange juice.
Feeding me so soon...  Douglas, what had I touched within
you?

We fully enjoyed our breakfast, our bodies desperate for
wholesome nourishment after such intense exercise.  I made a
little sandwich out of my scrambled eggs and buttered
English muffins.  Doug smiled and looked across the table as
he worked on his two omelets and diagonally sliced wheat
toast.

"So what's the plan, Doug?"

"Well, I'd like to see your room.  What level are you on?"

"Green.  A third-class single cabin.  At least the lifeboat
only covers half the window."

"I'm on blue.  Second class, double bed."  He grinned over.

"I'd like to see that."

"You want to...  see a show tonight?" he asked.

"Either that or the formal dance..."  His eyes brightened.

He ran his fingers back through his hair.  "Are you sure you
want to be seen...  that way here?"

I shrugged my shoulders.  "What are they going to do to us?
Better us out there than some old couple where the man's
hating every minute of it."

"I did bring my tux for dinners.  Hmmm.  Could be fun."

"If you're nervous about it, just say so."

"Yeah, I am."

"Does anyone know you on board?"

"No."

I opened my hands and held them there at table level.

"Just a couple slow dances and we can leave if you want," I
said.

"Mmm, no," he said, shaking his head.  "I'm sorry, there's
something telling me not to do it."  He shrugged his
shoulders.  "I hope you understand Mitch."

"Yes of course.  No problemo."

We finished eating our breakfasts and walked our trays to
the serving cart.  As we left, two nice ladies in their
seventies stopped us in the hall.

"Sorry to bother you two gentlemen," one said, "but we
couldn't help but overhear your conversation about the
dance."

The other one, holding her friend's hand, said, "We would be
honored to dance with you two tonight...  I'm sure we would
all get along..."

Their voices were so pleasant, frail but clear.  It was
obvious they were partners.  How could we say no?

We agreed to meet up at 8:15 and enter the ballroom
together, to dance and enjoy the evening like everyone else.
 They clearly showed they knew and understood our common gay
bond.

o  o  o  o  o

Doug and I walked and circled the ship for 45 minutes.  We
talked about our lives and careers.  We were glad to meet
someone who didn't take chances with their health.  Safe sex
was a sign of caring and honor for us.

"Well, this is it!" I said, opening the door to my cabin.

"Pretty nice," he said, stepping in the glossy wooden and
mirrored room.

"I've got to relax," I said.  I lied back on the pastel blue
and autumn gold patterned bedspread.  Doug joined me.

"Mitch, this is so great, being here with you."

"That was some workout, huh Doug?"

He laughed.  "The best.  It's hard to find a gay workout
buddy in Provo."

"So...  " I asked, "what are you searching for?"

He thought it over.  "Honest love.  Something real.  I want
something more than...  cheap sex.  You know?"

"You mean...  like two people actually caring for each
other?  Working together to grow their love like a tree,
planting it in the right soil..."

"Go on.  You're...  speaking my language Mitch."

"Welcoming the rain, protecting it from the cold and wind...
 Keeping the weeds out...  Letting the sun shine down...
Two people taking the time for their tree to put down strong
and healthy roots..."

"Yeah, you're on the right track," he said.  We stared up at
the ceiling and imagined the scene as I continued;

"And noticing the gentle beauty of the first blossoms amid
the growing leaves...  Eventually tasting the first fruit...
 And sharing in the growing harvest each season...  Our tree
ever stronger and more established, able to withstand bad
weather...  That kind of connection?  Something better than
a totally meaningless physical thing, over as soon as it
starts?"

"Yeah, exactly."  Doug turned and smiled, realizing I had
thought about love as much as he.  We embraced and kissed
softly.

"I feel so safe with you," I said.

"I've never felt so... at ease with another guy before,
Mitch.  We've got something good going..."

I snuggled into him for a nice ten minutes of relaxation.
He gently stroked my soft hair.  I loved that we could do
this kind of thing, so innocent, as our love began.

o  o  o  o  o

We danced our partners Jenny and Dianne to the smooth, warm
music of the dance band.  We enjoyed their beaming faces, to
us and each other as we circled and stayed nearby.  Douglas
and I kept looking into each other's eyes too, swept away on
the romantic melodies washing over us in the golden
ballroom.

Other gay and lesbian couples had danced, so, after 40
minutes, we parted with our dates and paired off with our
true interests.  The way Doug held and moved me was so
wonderful...  The graceful lyrics of all the old standards
fit our new love so perfectly.  I had expected this event to
be fun but a little wierd.  But getting lost in Doug's
tuxedoed arms was an experience I shall always treasure.  He
let me lead a few dances too, and I could tell how his
tension drifted into serene calm as our special evening wore
on.

We gave Jenny and Dianne one last dance.  The music ended at
12:45.  They gave us their home address in Phoenix and hoped
we'd contact them and visit sometime.  We said thanks and
goodnight and walked out into the starry Pacific night.  A
cool breeze softly blew.

"Aren't you glad we came?" I said.

"Yes.  Mitch, you were amazing.  Thanks for suggesting it."

"We paid for our tickets, might as well sample everything
the ship has to offer."

"I never thought of it that way."  I think he realized we
had every right to be ourselves on this ship, no matter what
others thought or said.

"So, did you want to see my room?" he asked.  I said yes.

We made our way to the other side of the ship and went up
the stairs to blue level.  Doug loosened his bow tie as we
approached his door.

"You'll like it Mitch."  He opened the door and turned on
the lights.

"It's huge!" I said, impressed by the clean, bright, and
opulent stateroom.

We saw ourselves in the mirror.

"I can't believe how good you look," I told him.  We looked
good together, Doug about four inches taller than me.  He
hugged me from the side and looked at me through the mirror.

"Thank you for a great day, Mitchell.  You've been nothing
but wonderful."

I leaned my head to his shoulder.  I broke our gaze from the
mirror and looked to his eyes.

"I can't believe how this day turned out," I said.

We softly embraced and swayed to silent music.  My good old
penis...  Free to harden now that we were alone...

I turned my head and rested against his chest.

"Mmmm.  There there," he said, gently caressing my head.

"No one has ever been so gentle with me before," I said.

"No one has ever wanted me to be gentle," he replied.  "It's
really nice."

We swayed and breathed for a few more minutes.

"Are you available tomorrow, Doug?"  I asked with a small
laugh.

"Yes.  Workout room, 5:30 AM."

"It's a date."

We kissed and held our bodies close.  I felt his penis
against mine...  We kissed again.  I felt his soft, long
blonde hair...  We hugged tightly...  A final soft kiss.
Good night.  Good night, my sweet love...

o  o  o  o  o

We were SO comfortable with each other in the mirrored
workout room the next morning.  We freely examined our
flexing bodies as we lifted weights before our clean
reflections.  Neither of us wearing shirts, Doug taught me
three new free weight exercises, and felt my arms and
shoulders to make sure I had proper form.

We took a gentler computer cycle ride, playfully guiding and
watching our characters tilt and glide through the 15 mile
track.  We did a sprint at the end, then cooled down.  Some
teen boys came in, so we showered individually and left for
breakfast.

Doug and I revealed our life stories in my room.  I held
nothing back in detailing my first impressions of gay
awareness...  First attraction to another guy...  The
passionate release of my first sexual adventure with my best
friend on a high school trip to Washington...  The price I
paid for being gay...  My brushes with hate and violence.
The verbal abuse and instant disrespect from people on the
streets of Omaha.  The whole coming out deal.  It felt so
good to talk out loud in my real voice, not dialing it down
to act straight.

Doug talked about coming of age at the height of the AIDS
epidemic, and how alone he felt, knowing it wasn't safe to
follow his heart.  His decision to stay on the straight and
gay sidelines for so long.  The first time he watched a gay
porn videocassette, and how he absolutely knew nothing that
powerful and joyous could be bad.  All the women who stalked
him...  Telling his father the truth about who he shared his
college apartment with...

"AIDS isn't some distant thing with me," I said, "Four
people I grew up with have it now, and two guys I knew from
college are gone...  I can't believe it's been 15 years
since that first funeral.  Man."

Doug took a deep breath.  "You've been tested...?"

"Oh yeah, of course.  But I was never a partier.  I was
educated enough to know how to prevent getting it too..."

"Same here."

I laughed.  "You know, we can TALK about this...  Everyone
should talk about it.  A lot better than getting sick from
it."

"That's a load off my mind," he said.  "It's like now that
it isn't front page news anymore, our society doesn't want
to keep facing up to the problem."

We talked a while longer, then walked around the upper deck
to survey the endless sea.  The Pacifica II's flags snapped
in the trade winds as the radar equipment spun above us.  We
looked down at the young guys and girls poolside.

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask...  What's in Hawaii for you?"

Doug smiled and lowered his eyes.  "You wouldn't believe
me..."

"Sure I would."

"Okay...  I'm in a... body building contest.  Middleweight
division.  I spent so much time in the gym seeing this
company's posters, so I sent in my pictures and they invited
me on the spot.  Even the last place contestant gets
$5,000."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I mean I'm not a showoff type, but I've seen a few
contests on ESPN and thought I could get in the top 3 at
least."

"Hey, good luck man."

"Thanks."

"And what are you planning?", he asked.

"Snorkeling and sunning," I said.

"I love snorkeling."

"Come on over to my hotel.  There's a clear lagoon an easy
walk down the beach."

"I will."

o  o  o  o  o

We had lunch together at the dinner theatre.  The comedian
was lame, so we left 5 minutes into the show.

"You want to see a movie?" I asked as we walked through the
neon lobby of amusements and glass elevators.  He paused and
looked up to me.

"I want to see you..."

"For...?"

"For the night."

I smiled.  "Well... let's go then."

We walked back to his suite and closed the door.  The blinds
were closed and the room was dark.  He kissed me.  I wrapped
my arms around him.

"Oh Doug."

We made out and kissed our way to the bed.  He guided me
down.  Kneeling before me, he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled
it off.  My eyes were adjusting to the afternoon glare
coming through the top inch of the five foot wide window.
Doug loosened and pulled my pants down.  I was loving
this...

I lied back to let him finish stripping me.  The room was so
nice and warm, and the bedding was so soft...  I touched my
fingers to my lips as I watched Douglas remove his clothes.
He took a deep breath, then crawled up on top of me.  I kept
my arms on the bed.  He kissed me with such warmth and love.
 My penis grew unbelievably hard, having such a man of my
dreams above.

I closed my eyes and breathed, keeping my body still as he
kissed my face, shoulders, and chest.  I felt his tongue
lick my left areola, then his gentle bite on my hardening
nipple...  Oh, his long golden hair tickled as he nursed and
sucked my firming breasts...

We fully embraced, our hands clutching and caressing with
abandon as we claimed possession of one another.  As we
turned, I felt his fingernails press into my back...  Oh I
loved it so much!  He moved a hand down to my ass and pulled
me in close, our rods and balls in full contact at last.  I
felt my shoulders drop and head fall back, swept away with
this sudden passion...  I let my arms go weak so he could
hold me, master me...

Oh Douglas, crush me in your embrace!  He relaxed and I
weakly reached up to delicately touch my fingertips to his
chest.  I softly kissed him, feeling ever more the femme in
his loving presence.  I rolled on top and slowly began
grinding my hips into him.  His hands slid down my sides to
my waist.  We pressed together, our lust uncontrollable.

Doug put a condom on me.  I loved the powdery rubber scent
and my shaft's newly smooth appearance as he rolled it down.

"Fuck me Mitchell."

We drew back the bedspread and yellow blanket so we could
enjoy the cool white linen, then stacked and folded up the
pillows in the middle of the bed.  Doug lifted himself up on
the pillows and lied back.  I kneeled before him, taking his
calves to my shoulders.  I took a breath and smiled to him.
He closed his lips and nodded.  I squeezed out some K-Y and
coated my rubber dick.  I caressed his thighs and jacked his
cock a couple times.

In.  I pressed and slid myself inside him.  His squeeze was
so strong, but my hard cock kept spreading his ass ring
wide.  I fucked him back and forth, pressing into his legs
more and more.  He spread his legs wide as I fully shoved my
hot dick into his smooth velvety ass.  Oh!  I bared my teeth
and stiffened my lips as he clamped around my thick long
penis.  I fucked him.  Hard up the ass.  Oh God it was
great...

His heels touched the back of my waist as I leaned in, still
pumping myself in and out of his slippery ass.  His cock
touched my belly as I strained to kiss his neck...  He
briefly hugged me with his arms, then pushed back on my
shoulders to send me back up.

His hard legs closed and touched the sides of my head.  I
reached around his thighs, still buttfucking him, and
grabbed on to his dick with both hands.  I squirted some K-Y
on his enlarged head and jacked him, squeezing my fingers
around his sensitive rim while my other hand slid up and
down his veiny pole.

Harder, harder, and faster, our masculine bodies fucked in
the room's cool blue grey light.  His leg muscles tensed and
relaxed against my abs and chest.  He was quickly turning
his head side to side against the mattress, filling his
heaving chest with desperately needed oxygen.  My eyes
rolled back in my head and my eyelids fluttered chaotically.
 His hot butt against my groin, I thrusted and thrusted deep
inside him.

Oh yes!  Oh God.  Or--orgasm...  I felt myself explode with
condom come inside his hot ass...  My cock throbbed and
pulsed as his butt squeezed tighter, holding me tight as I
felt *his* come shoot up past my jellied fingers...
Simultaneous orgasm!  Oh!  My thighs burned as the wave of
climax filled me, spreading out from the center of my
buttfucking dick.

"Oh Mitch...  Yes!"

I caught my breath and swallowed.  I pumped slower and
slower, kissing Doug's calves and sloooowly pulling my
Trojan cock from his soft pussy.  We breathed hard, our
first lovemaking complete.  I gently lowered his legs to the
bed, sharing smiles through our slowing breaths.

"That was so great," I said shaking my head.  "I love you."

We cleaned up and got under the blankets again.  Fully
drained and satisfied, we entwined our arms and legs, unable
to keep our eyes open against the naturally irresistible
fall into deep, deep sleep.  Mmmmm.

o  o  o  o  o

We barely left our room after that.  We fucked and came and
sucked and hugged, only stopping from exhaustion.  It was
the most loving and intense sex of our lives.  And we
talked.  Shared.  Fucked some more.  Kissed, bathed, and fed
each other.  It was no wonder, at the contest in Hawaii, his
glowing  confidence easily led him to win first place and a
$150,000 endorsement contract.

We cherish one another, our faithful gay hearts fully
devoted and true.  Our love, deep and enduring, only grows
stronger after every challenge.  At last, I Mitchell take
you Douglas to be the one true fucking all night everlasting
Love of my life!

o  o  o  o  o
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