Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 19:18:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: "Lost in the Wilderness" Chapter 3

TO THE READER:

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"Lost in the Wilderness

    Chapter 3

    The morning did not start off well.  We awakened in each other's arms,
then looked at the clock, and we were late.  I suggested Ben shower while I
made a pot of coffee.  Ben was just finishing showering as I entered the
bathroom.  He went to the kitchen, brought me a cup of coffee, then went to
dress.  My electric shaver quickly did the job, then I showered.  When I
came to the kitchen dressed in my shirt and tie, carrying my suit jacket,
Ben was done with his second cup of coffee.  Together, we went to his car,
still carrying our suit coats.

    "Damn, I hate wearing a suit, even if I haven't put on the coat yet,"
Ben spit out.  "I hope the `suits' are ready to talk details, have the
finances ready to go, and have a pretty good idea of the director and cast.
I don't want to waste my time.  They like to pretend they are ready to go
when often they are only dangling projects out to see if they can find
financing for a project they aren't discussing."

    Traffic was bad en route to the meeting.  It always is in LA.  Even if
you think you're not in rush hour, there's always some problem on the
freeways, an accident or road construction.  "Doesn't anything ever get
done in this town?"  Ben barked.

    Ben knew where to go, the location of the meeting, and probably the
best route to take at that hour in the morning.  Ben showed his driver's
license to the security guard on the gate, got a printed pass good for the
day, then drove to the building where the meeting was to be held.  We were
at least five minutes early!

    We were met at the room with coffee, pastries, and a group of five men,
none of whom I'd ever heard of before.  There was socialization, sharing of
triumphs and tragedies (always of others), and at last the meeting began.
Ben looked around the room and noted that several men who should have been
there were not there.  He asked, "Is anyone else coming?"  He was assured
that all who were expected were present.

    "Who is in charge of this meeting?"  A young man raised his hand and
explained that his boss, Mr. So-and-So, couldn't make the meeting, but he
would be present for the next meeting.

    Ben asked, "So you don't have the authority to commit to this project,
or to provide us with details?"  The young man shook his head and
apologized.

    I could see Ben beginning to boil inwardly "Mr. So-and-So didn't intend
to be present at this meeting?"  The young man ducked his head and shook it
to signify "No."

    "Then you're just wasting my time.  Goodbye."  He arose, looked to me,
nodded his head to the door, and we both left the room.  Someone tried to
stop Ben, but he shook off the hand on his arm, and stormed out the door.
I followed him as fast as I could.

    Back at Ben's car, we both removed our suit jackets and ties, got into
the car, and Ben drove us back to my apartment.  On the way, Ben continued
to boil, "Those pompous fools have lost me and my work.  They were supposed
to be ready to talk turkey, instead we wasted our time and gas to drive
there."

    At my apartment again, we stripped out of our suits, loaded up his
Jaguar with all that we had brought to LA from the desert, and high-tailed
it back to the cave.  On the way, we stopped off at the car rental place,
so I could rent another Jeep.  Of course, I got the one I had rented
before.  At least I knew how to handle it, and how not to handle it.  We
were friends now.

    Back at the cave, Ben called his agent and reamed him through and
through about the worthless meeting, and how Ben had wasted his time and
gas to get to it.  It was obvious that the agent was apologizing to Ben.
Ben made it very clear that he would not appear for any more meetings with
that group of `suits.'  He told the agent that he would be leaving the
desert shortly, and would probably be in Puerto Vallarta.  "You know how to
reach me if you have anything worth while."  Ben hung up the telephone with
a bang.

    Ben changed into his exercise clothing and shoes, then explained that
he was going for a walk, and would return in about an hour, and promised to
be in a better mood.  I guess I had not really "come down" from the
meeting, and I didn't know where that left me.  Ben had told his agent his
intent of going to Puerto Vallarta.  Did that include me?  What was my
agenda for the rest of the year, let alone the rest of the month?  I sat
down and considered my options.  I was still feeling very much adrift when
Ben returned.

    He was covered with sweat, his exercise clothes soaked and stuck to his
body, providing a good view of his loose-hanging cock and balls.  No doubt
about it, Ben is a good looking man.

    Ben gave me a kiss on the lips, grabbed a towel and dried himself off
as best he could, then he sat down beside me.  "Please accept my apologies.
I know I haven't been a very pleasant companion today.  I let those idiots
take charge of my emotions, and I'm afraid I took it out on you."

    "No, Ben, you didn't take it out on me.  You took it out on yourself,
and I guess I would have also if I had been treated that way after I'd been
assured that my time would be well spent."

    "Sydney, or my I just call you Syd?"  I smiled and nodded my approval.
"What say we fly down to Puerto Vallarta tomorrow?  Let's give ourselves a
vacation.  We can enjoy the laid back style of life, eat lots of sea food,
and enjoy the beach.  I hope you like to swim and to walk on the beach."

    "Sounds good to me.  I don't think we have to go back to LA, unless you
need something there.  I've got enough beach clothes with me to get along.
Now, how do we arrange the flight?  Can we fly from Palm Springs directly,
or do we have to go through LA?"

    "Syd, let me call my travel agent on my land line.  We're going to need
to turn in the Jeep at Palm Springs Airport, so let's start there.  We
could drive to LAX, but I hate the traffic, and I don't want to leave my
car in any garage near the airport.  I'll call him now, and tell him to
leave the return date open."

    Ben disappeared into another room off the cave where was hidden his
land line telephone.  Sydney could hear him speak, but couldn't make out
the words.  In a few minutes Ben returned to the sofa, sat down beside
Sydney, and told him of their travel arrangements.  They would have to
check in at Palm Springs Airport by 6 a.m.  There would be a change of
planes at LAX, though they would stay in the same terminal.  Alaska
Airlines and its subsidiary Horizon would take them all the way.

    "Syd, I hope that's satisfactory for you.  I know we might as well stay
up most of the night in order to make the connections, but I have an offer
for you: what say we eat an early dinner?  Say, I just remembered we didn't
eat lunch, so we'd better eat soon or starvation will sit in.  Then we can
go to bed and get some practice in the art of lovemaking.  I'm sure there
are things we haven't tried, and some things we did so well I want to
repeat them."

    "Sounds good to me, Ben."  I reached over, pulled him to me, and gave
him a big kiss while playing with his nipples.  He followed suit and played
with mine.  Pretty soon he had to stand up, tell me he had to start dinner
now or we'd never eat, and he walked to his work area.  He never ceased to
amaze me how he could reach into his freezer, pull out some interesting
makings for dinner, whip it all together, then go take his shower,
returning in time to put an excellent meal on the table.

    After dinner we loaded the dishwasher, then headed for bed, detouring
to brush our teeth and empty our bladders.  Who wants to make love feeling
like he's going to piss inside his partner?

    Tonight, Ben was the quiet one, while I was the aggressor.  He lay on
his back and I lay upon him, careful to put my weight on my arms and knees.
I kissed him while rubbing my chest against his.  Our cocks touched, and
both started to fill, soon we were both hard and pointing at our lover.

    I couldn't resist.  I had to kiss him, then lick him from jaw to
nipples, down his chest, around his cock to lick both balls, one at a time.
I took each in my mouth, one at a time.  His balls were too big for my
mouth to take both at the same time.  Ben whistled and said, "Oh, shit.
That feels so good."
    I moved my tongue to his perineum, and soaked the area between his
balls and his ass hole.  Naturally, my tongue moved to his sweet smelling
ass.  Clean and tasting and smelling of a bit of soap, but mainly the aloe
vera lotion he rubbed on his body after every shower.  My tongue rubbed his
hole and he jumped.  "Oh yes," he crooned.  "Hurry up and put that nice,
strong cock up my ass."

    I obeyed, and with a little bit of lube, my cock slid all the way into
his hole easily.  I didn't move for half a minute, while he adjusted to
being pierced.  Then I began the slow and easy routine I like, in and out,
in and out.  I moved my cock around so as to explore every place in his ass
I could.  I touched his prostate several times, and he always responded.
But, as usual, I couldn't hold down my speed.  I had to speed up, fuck him
deep, then pull almost out.  Harder and harder I fucked.  I didn't have to
touch his cock and he came.  When he came, his sphincter squeezed my cock
so hard the cum was sucked out of my cock.  I came and came and came.

    No question.  We're good together.  It makes no difference who's on top
or bottom.  We just fit together well.  I lay down on top of him, kissed
him deeply, and let his cum glue us together.

    While we lay together, I thought about our relationship.  We'd not even
know each other a week, and yet I felt as though I'd known him a long time.
I didn't want to let him go.  I hoped he felt the same.

    Finally, Ben suggested we shower and get ready for tomorrow's journey.
He had to print out the boarding passes, tell Ralph we are leaving for a
while, and to pack some things.  Oh, yes, he had to call down to his
caretakers, so that the cabin in Puerto Vallarta would be ready for us.
Right after his shower he made his call.  Then we ate dinner.

    With dinner dishes already washed, our clothes packed for the flight,
and Ralph advised of Ben's departure, we settled down to a good night's
sleep, short though it would be.  My last thoughts were of my joy in
finding and knowing Ben.  I wanted this relationship to grow.  I was sure
he was, for me, "Mr. Right."  And so I slept.

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