Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2023 09:06:23 -0500 From: Hank Subject: The Inlet, Ch. 2 Dear Readers: Please do your part to keep this website alive and well. Click on the "donate" icon and give what you can to assure yourselves hours of erotic and entertaining reading. Send donations to https://donate.nifty.org. Thanks, HWB The Inlet Chapter 2 "A penny for your thoughts," Kyle offered. "You seem to be a million miles away." "Sorry," Andrew said trying to recover himself. "It's just that you look so much like Mike, I got transported back to good old Syracuse University." "I went to Buffalo myself," Kyle said. So that's why we never met, Andrew mused. "Are you staying at The Waterfall Lodge?" Kyle asked. "Uh huh," Andrew nodded. "Don't tell me. You rowed out too far and your arms gave out. It happens all the time. You're welcome to come inside. I'll make some coffee until you feel ready to go again." "I'd like that," Andrew said. The cottage consisted of a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a living room. There was a small TV in the living room and a combination DVD and CD player was attached to it. All in all it seemed like a cozy get away place. Almost as if he could read Andrew's inquisitive mind, Kyle said, "I teach English and American Lit at SUNY Albany. A couple of years ago I bought this place for a song. It's close enough to Albany that I can escape here most weekends, and when school is out I can stay here as much as I want. The spring semester ended last Friday, and voila, here I am." "I'm a lawyer and I work pretty much seven days a week," Andrew lamented. This is my first time off in four years, and it was bosses' orders." "Doesn't sound like you have much of a social life," Kyle commented. Andrew was rather insulted by that remark. He didn't feel that one's social life should be judged by how much one works. "I have none, thank you very much. Somehow, I don't think you should be critical, Kyle. If you spend all your free time here, when do you have time for a social life?" Andrew could not wait to hear Kyle's answer to his question. Almost as if he was back in the dorm room with Mike, Andrew's cock began to stiffen. Kyle was even more attractive than Mike was. Andrew reasoned that he found him more attractive because he was not a kid anymore, like Mike had been back then. He was a mature professor of literature. "I just haven't found anyone I want to socialize with. If I ever do, it will have to be someone who'll want to share this haven with me. Can you imagine two people enjoying romantic evenings here?" Kyle asked. He meant the question to be rhetorical, but Andrew answered, "I sure can, Kyle." He was glad he was seated because his cock grew a little bit bigger. He thought back to what Tim had told him. Don't worry. It'll happen. But every time he felt a longing for someone, that someone turned out to be straight. Well, he knew that he couldn't spend too much more time alone here with Kyle or he would tip his hand, and probably get beaten to a pulp. He stood to leave. "Thanks for the coffee," he said. "I'd better get going." "Please don't go," Kyle said. "It's not that I get lonely, but you are the first person I have ever wanted to share this place with. Spend the day and have dinner with me. I've got plenty of food. I have a rack on my car. We can load the boat on it and I can take you back after dinner. Andrew's hormones were working overtime and he was getting harder. He had to sit down again. Kyle had to have noticed. "I'd like to stay, really I would, but they would miss me at the lodge and maybe send out a search party. I never gave them my cell phone number." "There you go," Kyle said and his face registered relief. "You can call them, and tell them you'll be back late. At the same time, you can give them your cell phone number." As much as Andrew believed that the better part of valor was a hasty retreat, he could not resist the urgent way that Kyle asked him to stay. "You win," he said. He whipped out his cell phone, but there were no bars in this remote spot. "I guess I'll have to go after all," he said. "You aren't getting out of it that easily," Kyle said. "I have a land phone." Part of Andrew said, "Shit," and the other part said, "Thank you God." Kyle pointed to the phone. To use it, Andrew would have to stand and walk over to it. He suspected that Kyle had already noticed that he was hard. If he stood now, his hardness would be confirmed. No matter what awful things he tried to think about, his erection would not subside. Instantly, he decided. He would stand up and expose the obvious. If it offended Kyle, he could still leave. If Kyle did not react, he would just have to wait and see what would happen. After all, so far Kyle was more anxious for him to stay than he was. He stood up and turned toward the phone. His erection was ripping at his jeans and obvious to even the most casual observer. What happened next had previously happened only in his fantasies. Kyle gave out a low whistle. "Nice," he murmured. "I'd appreciate it if you made that call quickly. Maybe you should say that you'll be back tomorrow morning." The two men smiled at each other and Andrew made the call. He gave Kyle's number to the lodge. When he hung up the phone, he looked at Kyle's smiling face. "What now?" he asked. "Right now," Kyle answered, "I'd like to rip your clothes off and fuck your brains out. But honestly, Andy (nobody ever called Andrew, Andy, and if they did he corrected them, but coming from Kyle it sounded just right) I don't want this to be a one night stand. Could we just sit and talk for a while and get to know each other?" Andrew remembered the number of weeks that he and Tim had talked and talked before Tim ventured to put his hand on Andrew's knee. "You bet," he said. "It's a great idea." Kyle took Andrew's hand and led him to the sofa in the living room. They removed their sneakers, and Kyle sat Andrew down facing away from him, so that in the end Andrew's back was leaning against Kyle's chest. Kyle put his arms around Andrew and drew him close, but he never let his arms wander further down than Andrew's chest. "Did you and my brother ever make it together?" Kyle wanted to know. "Surely you jest, big guy," Andrew laughed. "I spent four years trying not to touch him. It was desperately hard work. And here I sit now, with his clone, and we're holding each other. If this doesn't prove that dreams can come true, I don't know what does." "When did you first know that you were gay?" Kyle asked. "Shit. In middle school, I think. I came out to a friend's uncle at the same time my friend did. In high school I used to whack off with that friend. I loved it, but we never touched each other, and after awhile we just stopped doing it. I never had sex with a guy until college. I finally came out to my folks before I left for college. My father is a doctor." Andrew started to laugh. "Why are you laughing?" Kyle asked. "You know what he said to me? He said, `That's cool, son. If your sister makes me a grandfather, I don't care.' It was one week after my sister's wedding." "Tell me about your college days and your first experience?" Andrew told him all about Tim. "There's a lot to be said for an older man," Andrew added. "He had the experience to know just how to make a guy happy I learned a lot from him." "Glad to hear that," Kyle said with a leer. "And you have been celibate since?" Andrew nodded. "Uh huh," he said. "I've had occasional one night stands, but it's been a while now." "Unbelievable," Kyle mumbled. "How about you?" Andrew asked "I want to know everything." ***** Kyle's family lived in Rochester, NY. His father owned a drug store. He was forced to close the store a few years ago because he could not compete with the big chain stores springing up all around him. He now worked for one of those chains, and made a better salary than when he was a sole proprietor. Kyle's mother taught at the local elementary school. The worst experience of his young life was when his mother was his teacher. The other kids razzed him unmercifully. "Teacher's pet," they constantly yelled at him in the school yard. He, and his only brother, Mike, were inseparable. Kyle was a year ahead of Mike in school. He once contemplated flunking on purpose so that they could be in the same grade. In the end he thought better of it. He was a better student than Mike and he didn't want his teachers comparing them academically. They were both jocks, and although Kyle was great at sports, Mike was the real talent. The two boys shared a room, and as often as they had seen each other naked, the teen age male hormones have a way of changing everything. One night, when Kyle was fifteen, he came home late. He entered their room as silently as possible As usual, Mike was sleeping naked. He was on his back and he had an erection that was immense. Kyle had never realized how well endowed his brother was. The strangest feeling came over him. He wanted to bend down, take Mike in his mouth and suck the juices out of him. He got so scared that he ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. Kyle had heard of homosexuality, but it was an abstract concept to him. He didn't know any homos or queers or whatever they were called, and besides he was told that homos go to hell when they die. He successfully wiped any thoughts that he might be gay, right out of his head. He was even able to ogle his brother and remain flaccid merely by picturing the fires of hell. In spite of that strong resolve, he rarely dated girls. He did get a date for his senior prom, and he fucked her that very night because it was expected. It was his first time. It was a nice experience but that was the moment he allowed himself to admit that he would rather fuck a guy. His date fondled him and he managed to get semi erect, but in order for him to get an erection sufficient for fucking, he began to fantasize that he was being fondled by his football coach. He had long dreamed of being fucked by Mr. Saunders in the locker room, in front of the whole football team. That got him so turned on, his date labeled him a tiger. Once he arrived at The University of Buffalo, some of his constraints vanished. In Buffalo he heard about a gay bar called University Heights. It was right outside the campus, so he wouldn't even have to go downtown for action. By this time his yearnings were becoming unbearable obsessions. He wanted to have male sex so badly he made a pact with himself that he would pay for it if necessary. Kyle did not realize how handsome he was. The first time he entered the bar, he was beset with guys who wanted him badly. That very first night he went home with a senior who lived off campus, and who could `entertain' guests freely. The senior was experienced and quite adept in the art of male love. He made Kyle's first experience a real whopper. After that first time, Kyle only went to the bar when he could no longer control his urges, which was pretty often. He scored every time. One Saturday morning, Kyle headed for the showers. His room mate was close behind him. They showered in silence and returned to their room wrapped only in a towel. When they entered the room, Kyle's room mate, Bob, closed and locked the door. Then he ripped the towel off of Kyle. Kyle was shocked to say the least. "Have you got something you'd like to confess to me?" Bob asked. Kyle heard warning bells clanging throughout his body. "What do you mean?" he asked. He got his naked self into Bob's face in a subconscious effort to use his bulky frame to scare the shit out of Bob. "Relax, Kyle," Bob said, and he grabbed Kyle around the neck and started to kiss him. Kyle was too shocked to do anything but allow it to happen. Soon nature worked its wiles and Kyle was kissing back. "I saw you last night at University Heights," Bob said. "I made sure you didn't see me. When I saw you leave with that hot dude, I got really jealous. Imagine that? I got jealous. Please make love to me. I am so hot for you that I leave this room every day with a raging case of blue balls. It's your duty to cure your room mate." Kyle looked at his room mate and smiled tenderly at him. After that they made love as often as possible until they graduated. Bob especially loved anal sex and to get fucked. Kyle was eager to oblige. But every so often he insisted that Bob fuck him. It was only fair. Neither of them gave up going to University Heights, and usually went home with a different partner. Occasionally they took someone back to their dorm room and enjoyed a threesome. After graduation, Kyle went to Columbia University in New York to earn a master's degree and then a doctorate in English and American Literature. Bob went to UCLA to earn a law degree. They wrote for awhile but eventually lost touch. As sexually active as Kyle had been as an undergraduate, he became very much a loner at Columbia and rarely had sex. Instead, he immersed himself in his studies and his doctoral thesis. After getting his PhD, Kyle began to teach at SUNY Albany. As much as he hungered after some of his male students, and many came on to him, he knew better than to sleep with any of them. The main reason that he bought the cottage was to get away from them and to minimize temptation. Like Andrew, he was getting very little nookie and he was one hot dude. When he laid eyes on Andrew, his heart began to race and when he found out that Andrew had been Mike's room mate in college, he could hardly contain himself. Mike had told him that he was almost certain that his room mate was gay, but he was too shy to ask. Mike thought that Andrew and Kyle would like each other. ***** "So," Kyle said, "now you know all about me, and we're both up to date." "What's Mike doing?" Andrew asked. "Wow, you really are a workaholic if you don't know that Mike plays football for The New York Jets. He's married and has two kids, a boy and a girl. I spoil them silly, and I'm their favorite uncle. They have another uncle on their mother's side." "Does Mike know you're gay?" "Oh sure. The fucker once told me that he purposely used to get hard in our bedroom to tease me. We love each other, Andy. Nothing can change that. When we were in college, do you know what he once said to me? He said that he suspected that his room mate was gay and he would love to get us together. He thought we would make a great pair. It never happened because he wasn't sure about you and he would never ask." "Do you think we have talked enough, and gotten to know enough about each other?" Andrew asked. To answer the question, Kyle's arms went slowly down Andrew's body until his hand wrapped around Andrew's package. Andrew sighed deeply and turned around to face Kyle. Their lips met and they started out with light kisses, but as their yearning grew, their kisses became more passionate. Kyle stood up and grabbed Andrew's hand, pulling him off the sofa. Their lips met again and their tongues began to caress. All the while they were kissing, Kyle was leading Andrew into the bedroom. When they got there they began to unbutton each other's flannel shirts with fumbling hands. They took off their shirts and let them drop to the floor. Andrew's hands found one of Kyle's nipples and he began to pinch it. A moan of pleasure escaped from Kyle's throat. Then Andrew pinched the other nipple. While he was playing with Kyle's tits, Kyle was unbuckling Andrew's belt. Andrew stopped playing with Kyle's hairless chest and began to unbuckle his belt also. They let their jeans drop to the floor, and they stepped out of them. All they each had on now were jockey shorts and crew socks. The bulges in their shorts gave promise of two well endowed young men. Suddenly Kyle dropped to his knees. He grabbed the elastic waist band of Andrew's briefs with his teeth, and slowly maneuvered the shorts down and onto Andrew's thighs. He was rewarded with a hard seven inch cock flapping about his face. He started to lick up and down the luscious cock. Kyle pulled the shorts the rest of the way down and Andrew stepped out of them. Kyle rose and removed his briefs and his socks. Andrew removed his socks and examined Kyle. His cock was just as big and fat as Mike's and Andrew almost fainted in anticipation. They got into bed and lay facing each other. Their arms entwined their torsos, and their cocks ground together. They kissed and rubbed their cocks together. "I'm in paradise," Andrew whispered in Kyle's ear. "What's beyond paradise?" Kyle asked. "That's where I intend to send you." He rolled over and was lying on top of Andrew. He was kissing so passionately that Andrew could hardly bear it. Kyle was 6'4" tall and weighed 220 pounds. Andrew was 5'10" tall and weighed 165 pounds. Kyle should have been crushing Andrew's bones, but miraculously Andrew did not find Kyle heavy at all. "Suck me and then fuck me," Andrew pleaded. Kyle answered by asking a question. "Will you do the same to me? My college room mate wanted me to fuck him all the time, and I had to beg him to reciprocate." "Don't be a jerk," Andrew answered. "I'll do anything you want me to. All my fantasies are coming true." With that promise having been made, Kyle began to slither down Andrew's body. Andrew was as hairless as Kyle except that he had a good amount of hair around his nipples. On the way down, he kept kissing Andrew's body, but he went straight for Andrew's cock. He was too hungry to waste time. He reckoned that in the future he could linger longer on other parts of Andrew's body. He was certain that there would be a future. In one gulp he enveloped Andrew's cock. His tongue began to run up and down the underside of Andrew's tool. At the same time, one of Kyle's hands was nipping Andrew's nipples alternately, while his other hand played with Andrew's balls fondling them as lightly as a feather duster. "I'm cumming," Andrew suddenly yelled. "Please don't stop. We'll fuck later." Later!!!! Kyle exulted at the word, and he sucked harder. He could feel Andrew's cum rising through his cock and finally it reached its destination. Kyle lost count of the number of spurts that descended down his throat. He just kept swallowing and swallowing as tears flowed out of his eyes. He held Andrew in his mouth until the precious cock grew limp. Only then did he surrender his prize. They lay side by side for awhile, squeezing their hands. Finally Kyle said. "Please don't be frightened and please don't run away. I have something to tell you. Andy, beloved Andy, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I was exultant when I found out you were Mike's room mate because he told me that he suspected you were gay." Kyle giggled. "My straight brother has pretty decent gaydar don't you think? Are you OK with what I just said to you?" Andrew answered by saying, "You can fuck me now big guy, but be gentle. That's a pretty hefty rod to take, you know." Kyle opened the top drawer of his night table. "I use this when I whack off," he said, removing a jar of Vaseline. Andrew was on his back so Kyle placed a pillow under his buttocks and began lubing Andrew's ass. As he did so, he reamed it a little to stretch it. "I have no rubbers," Kyle apologized. "But I swear I have been with very few guys since my undergraduate days, and I always used protection." "Same here," Andrew swore. "I guess that makes it OK to go bareback, and we'll both enjoy it more." Kyle greased up his throbbing, monstrous cock and placed it at Andrew's opening. Andrew raised his legs and Kyle began to enter slowly. He was doing well for a little bit until he reached Andrew's sphincter. At that point Andrew jumped and Kyle stopped. "Don't stop," Andrew begged. "Drive it in all the way, then don't move. Like removing a band aid, it's best to give one strong yank." "Are you sure?" "Yes, please just do it. Andrew put a fist in his mouth, and Kyle battered in. When he was all the way in, he stayed perfectly still. Andrew bit his fist so hard, he drew a little blood. The pain was excruciating, but he bore it because he wanted this so badly. With his mammoth cock firmly implanted, Kyle leaned over Andrew and began to kiss him and pinch his tits. Andrew's pain seemed to lessen, slowly at first and then more rapidly. After awhile there was no pain at all. Andrew had a warm sensation of having his whole body filled with Kyle's love. "It's OK to begin stroking now, but start slowly," he informed Kyle. Kyle did just that, but little by little he pumped harder as he felt his moment in paradise building. Andrew began to yell, "Harder, love, harder." Kyle obliged Andrew's wishes as he achieved orgasm. Kyle could not remember such an orgasm ever before. It seemed to be forming in his toes and expanding throughout his entire body as he pumped stream after stream into Andrew's ass. Finally, he collapsed in a heap onto his lover's body. He remained that way until his cock went limp. For most men, that would be the point where a limp dick would fall out of a lover's ass, but not so for Kyle. He was so big that limp as it was, his cock remained inside of Andrew. For his part, Andrew was loathe to release it. For the first time in months Andrew thought of Tim, and promised himself to call Tim and tell him about Kyle. He knew how pleased Tim would be. At long last, Kyle pulled out, rolled over and lay side by side with Andrew. He reached over and engulfed Andrew's flaccid package with his massive hand. Andrew began to get an erection again, and Kyle continued to fondle him. Andrew rolled over on his side, so Kyle did the same. Their lips met and finally Andrew said, "I love you too." He then fell asleep in Kyle's arms. Kyle kissed Andrew's forehead and he fell asleep also. When Andrew awoke he instinctively reached over to Kyle, but he was alone in bed. He looked around. The sun was very low in the sky. The evening of his first day in paradise was about to begin. He called out to Kyle but there was no answer. The cottage was totally isolated from most of the world, so he had no trouble getting out of bed naked. Kyle was nowhere to be seen. Andrew had not previously noticed a sliding glass door at the rear of the living room. He looked out, and there was Kyle barbequing some steaks on the back porch. He was fully dressed, and was even wearing a sweater. Andrew put his hand on the glass door. It was ice cold. It must have gotten really cold out there, so Andrew went back to the bedroom and got dressed. He looked in the closet and saw a windbreaker hanging there. He put it on and it was several sizes too big, but he rolled up the sleeves and ventured out on the porch. "Pretty cold for late May," he said to Kyle as he planted a kiss on his cheek. Kyle smiled, turned to Andrew, and gave him a proper kiss on the lips, with a little tongue thrown in for good measure. "Take over the barbeque, will you please?" Kyle asked. I want to open some canned vegetables and I have some bread in the freezer. The steaks should be just about ready by the time I have the table set and everything ready for our first festive meal together." Together, Andrew thought. What a beautiful word. "How do you like your steak done?" Andrew asked before Kyle could get away. "Medium." "Me too," Andrew said. Andrew tended the steaks, and when they seemed just right, he started into the cottage to get a platter, but Kyle walked out with a platter in hand. Andrew placed the steaks on the platter and followed Kyle back into the kitchen. The table was set for two. The veggies were in a bowl with a serving spoon. The bread was in a bread basket and butter was on the table. What Andrew did not expect to see were the two glasses of red wine and two candles burning seductively on the table. "You have a truly romantic soul," Andrew said, praising Kyle. "Let's make it really romantic," Kyle said, and he quickly shed all his clothes except his underwear. Andrew did not waste a second following suit. They sat down at the table and Kyle raised his wine glass. Andrew did the same. "To us," Kyle said. "May this be the first day of the happiest years of our lives. Happy, because we'll be together." There, Andrew exulted He said it again--together. Before either of them could take a sip of the wine, two men burst in on them with guns aimed directly at their faces. To be continued...