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Those twenty-seven days were some of the longest of my life. My birthday was on Thursday and as in the past, Dad threw a big party for me Friday evening. All of my friends and many of Dad's friends were there. George sat at a table with Walt and his wife most of the evening. They were still close friends, as well as junior partners in their fathers' law firm.

At one point, the two men caught me alone. Walt surprised me by thanking me for keeping my mouth closed about the cave incident. It pissed me off. I didn't like the man to begin with, so I coldly informed him that I would never have thought of telling anyone about what I saw. The man was dense; he just didn't get it. He blushed, thanked me again, and gave me a birthday hug. I didn't reciprocate. I felt that he was just a letch trying for a free feel of my body. I was definitely relieved when he finally walked away.

George ignored my reaction to the man, and grinned lasciviously as he told me to pack for two days and make sure I took a warm jacket and a swimsuit. We'd be heading out right after the last guest left the party. I excused myself, ran to my bedroom and packed a sports bag with what I figured I'd need.

It was about eleven thirty when the last guest said goodnight. Fifteen minutes later we were in George's car, headed south on 101. He refused to tell me where we were headed. I guessed L.A., and he just smiled.

I kept readjusting myself, trying to get comfortable without George noticing that I was hard as a rock. George caught me about the umpteenth time and grinned. "You young guys wear your pants so tight these days; it's got to be uncomfortable when you get a hardon. Go ahead and let it out, we've got a long drive."

Dismayed that he not only noticed, but was urging me to do something about it, I asked, "Are you trying to embarrass me?"

"No," he laughed, "just trying to get you to relax and get comfortable." He reached over and cupped my throbbing cock; I thought I'd cream my jeans. "Besides," he said, "you've seen me naked."

Since he'd succeeded in embarrassing me, I thought I'd turn the tables on him. "Yeah, but I never got to see your cock."

He glanced at me and turned back to the road. "Really?" He asked.

He didn't sound the least bit embarrassed - more like he'd been titillated, so I got a little more brazen and said, "All I could see was your hairy butt. Remember, you were buried to the hilt in Walt's ass."

George was quiet for a bit. I figured I succeeded in embarrassing him, but when he spoke again it was an excited whisper. "So, would you like to see it?"

That threw me for a moment, then my libido screamed, 'Hell, yes!' - but I suddenly felt shy with the way things were going, and answered hesitantly, "Yeah."

He glanced at me a couple of times as I stared at him in a thrall. "Undo my pants and take it out, then," he urgently whispered.

I wondered why he was whispering as I turned to face him with my leg folded on the bench seat. My hand was shaking as I reached over and undid his belt. He instructed me to hold the steering wheel so he could unbutton his Levi's and push them down to free himself. When he retook control of the wheel, I looked at his crotch. In the dim light from the dashboard, I could see his big erection stretching his thin silky white briefs. Damn, it was so sexy. My fingers quivered with excitement as I reached over and grasped his tool. I couldn't believe I had my hand around George's cock. God, it was so big and hard - and smooth - and soft. It throbbed in my hand. I felt a warm wetness ooze through the silky material as I ran my thumb over the tip. He groaned, "Oh, yeah. Take it out."

I pulled the narrow elastic waist band out and down under his big balls. I stared transfixed at his long fat cock illuminated by the light from the dash. I grasped it again. "God, George, it's so hot."

He leered at me "I'll bet yours is pretty hot, too. Come on, take it out and let me see it."

I lay back and undid my Levi's. In my haste to change clothes after the party I'd gone commando. I pulled my ball bag up and let it plop as my long dong jumped to attention. I sure was glad there was hardly any traffic on the highway; George swerved when he caught sight of my stuff. Then keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over, found my throbbing rod and squeezed it. "Damn, you're hung as well as your..." He glanced at me as he let go of it and placed his hand back on the wheel. I could tell he was embarrassed by the way he chewed on his lower lip.

I studied him a few moments before saying, "I've wondered about how close you and Dad are."

He raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips together in a thin line as he stared straight ahead.

I could feel myself going soft. I turned and watched the road rushing toward us for a while. Without looking at him, I asked, "If you and Dad are lovers, why are you doing this?"

A mile or two flew past before he said, "We're not lovers, John. We're just… buddies."

"Buddies with benefits." I couldn't keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

He kind of nodded his head. It was more of an uncertain wobble - like he didn't know how to proceed. I felt that maybe we'd overstepped some unseen line. I felt like I should apologize, but couldn't figure out for what?

I watched more pavement rush towards the front of the car as I thought about the dynamics of the whole thing. I've seen Dad naked. Hell, it's only us two men living in the house, and neither one of us is particularly modest. Still, I've never seen him with a hardon. I'd never really thought about him that way. But now, I couldn't control my imagination. I was thankful it was dark, because I knew I was blushing from the images flittering through my mind.

But it was George that I lusted after; not my dad. The image from the cave six years ago invaded my imagination, and it was my dad, not Walt, that George was plugging. I touched my again throbbing shaft and could feel it leaking. I rubbed the viscous liquid around the head. George noticed, and when I glanced at him, he quirked an eyebrow and smirked. It rather pissed me off. I covered my cock with my hand, then tucked my goodies back into my pants.

As I buttoned up, a thought occurred to me, and I chuckled at my naiveté. I turned in my seat to look at him. "And Dad thought you were going to be just another feather in my cap. Seems to me, that it's your cap that will soon have another feather. Besides Dad and Walt, how many other buddies with benefits do you have?"

He hit the blinkers and pulled over to stop on the roadside. I must have pissed him off. After turning off the engine, he turned to face me. In a snarly voice, he stated, "I don't fuck around. I haven't touched Walt since that day in the cave." He stared into the darkness for a moment, then in a calmer voice, he said, "It's not very often that your dad and I get together. Actually, the last time was a year ago… on your twentieth birthday."

That hurt. Indignant, I said, "On my birthday... you fucked my dad." I stared at him silently demanding corroboration. I couldn't believe I was feeling jealous and angry. I knew it was foolish, but in my mind, George was mine. I'd been telling him all my life that I loved him. Well, at least up to the incident in the cave. Since that conversation afterwards, I hadn't said it again.

He stared back, and his somber face slowly broke into a big grin. "Hey, since I couldn't have you, he was the next best thing… and actually, it's always the other way around."

"You shit," I whispered, as it slowly dawned on me what he'd been telling me without right out saying it. I reached out and caressed the side of his face.

His hand came up and held mine as he laid his head against it. I was sure he was going to pull me into a kiss, and I was eager for it. He whispered, "You know how much I felt like a pervert falling in love with a fifteen year old?"

I couldn't believe that George felt the same way I did. "Did you really?"

"Sitting on that rock with you that day." His hands were on each side of my face. I closed my eyes and felt his lips brush across mine. I leaned into him, eagerly seeking more. I understood what breathless meant when he eventually pulled away.

I glanced down at George's cock with his briefs still tucked under his balls. He was hard again, and I was straining against the denim. "How much further to our destination?" I asked.

"An hour… maybe a little less," he said with a mischievous grin. He sounded amused at my eagerness.

"Drive… George… drive," I said with a big grin.

Turning serious, he slipped his briefs up to cover himself. "I've got to concentrate," he explained.

I sat back and mused about all I'd learned in the last half hour. I finally understood a bit more of my dad's attitude towards this escapade, but I wondered about how restrained his feelings were. I knew though that this was something we wouldn't be discussing. George had admitted having fallen in love with me. I wondered if he was serious. He hadn't right out said he loved me… but then neither had I. Would the right time come for saying it? I hoped so.

By the time we hit Goleta, I'd dozed off. Half an hour later, when George turned off the highway onto Michelinda in Santa Barbara, I woke up. "Where are we?" I asked.

He gave me a smart‑assed grin and said, "We're right here on this road."

I growled my frustration and he laughed. "We'll be there in less than five minutes."

As soon as I saw the beach, I knew where we were. He must have preregistered, because when we pulled into the hotel he drove around to one of the VIP cottages set back in the woods and parked. I watched him button up his Levi's before he opened his door, stood, and buttoned the waist, leaving his belt dangling. He said, "Come on, we're wasting time just sitting here."

He took a key from his pocket, opened the cottage door, reached inside and flipped on a light, then motioned for me to enter. I was impressed at the effort he'd gone through. I stood inside the door and stared at the big king-size bed. George stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest. He stood half a head taller than me. I lay back against his massive chest.

"A nice setting for losing your virginity, don't you think?" he asked.

My cock turned to granite. He nuzzled my neck, then kissed me and pushed me on into the room. I dropped my bag and turned to face him. Every nerve in my body was quivering in anticipation. He grinned, tossed his bag on one of the club chairs and enfolded me in a full body bear hug. I'd dreamed of him doing this for years. My lips eagerly sought his when he lowered his mouth on mine. He licked my lips and I opened to him. He explored the inside of my mouth and then he sucked the air out of my lungs. When I thought I'd pass out from lack of oxygen, I pulled away from the kiss, gasping for breath. Damn, over the years I'd kissed the girls I'd dated, but those kisses, no matter how I'd thought of them then, were prim and straight-laced compared to George's kiss.

He smugly smiled at me. "I guess that was your first real kiss."

I stared into his rich chocolate eyes and nodded, afraid to attempt words.

"I thought so. But you're a fast learner. Wanna try it again?"

I nodded. He pulled me snug against his chest. Our lips met and I sought entrance to his mouth this time. He let me explore, then pushed his tongue into mine. I discovered that tongue wrestling is really erotic. I couldn't imagine one of the girls I'd dated allowing me to do what George and I were doing with our tongues.

I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling his massive muscles. It had been a few years since he'd played football in college, but he still kept his body in excellent shape. Feeling the flare of his lats made me even harder. George's hand slid down my back, his fingers exploring the muscles down my spine. I'm as tall as he is but slender. I'm muscular from the hours spent in competitive swimming; my body fat's nil. He cupped my hard butt cheeks as he pulled me tight against him. For the first time, I felt his throbbing cock pressing against mine. His mouth slid off mine, past my chin and down to my throat. I stretched my neck offering him more.

"We have on too many clothes, Babe. Let me undress you," he murmured as he nibbled my ear.

"I want to undress you too, George." My voice hoarse - raw with lust.

He forced my hands to my sides. "Next time…" He unbuttoned my shirt exposing my chest, kissed my right nipple and ran his tongue over it. I wondered why men had nipples when they couldn't have babies. Now I knew. I groaned with exquisite pleasure and thrust into his hot mouth - begging for more.

Into the early hours of the morning, George made love to me, simply by kissing and rubbing his muscular body against mine. Who would have thought that grinding our cocks together could be so good?

Still entwined and covered in cum, he fell asleep while I lay against him reviewing what we'd just done. I'd assumed that we'd suck each other off or he'd have fucked me. Neither had happened, yet I felt satisfied and happy. I snuggled closer and drifted off.

When I awoke in the dim early morning light, he was curled against me with his head on my shoulder, a leg thrown over my hips and an arm across my chest with his fingers curled possessively around my bicep. I lay half awake, gently thrusting against his leg that lay over me. I needed to piss, but I wasn't about to do anything about it at the moment. I simply lay there and enjoyed what I'd only daydreamed about.

I wished it could be like this for the rest of my life, but in the back of my mind I could hear Wanda, our housekeeper, saying, "Johnny, if wishes were fishes, no one would ever go hungry," and I wondered if this wonderful man lying against me could really be caught. I hoped and wished, but deep down I suspected it would be futile to try.

My rubbing against him must have awakened him. He hadn't moved, but I felt him watching me. Then he looked up at me and I smiled into his big brown eyes as he wrapped me snuggly in his arms and planted a little kiss on the tip of my nose, then pulled away. "Gotta piss," he muttered, and rolled out of bed.

I followed him and stood beside him at the bowl, neither of us successful as we stared at our hardons.

"Never could piss while pushing my hardon down. Let's get in the shower," he suggested.

This cabin was definitely built as a love nest; the shower was big and roomy. The main shower head was an old fashioned pan head on the ceiling that covered us in a gentle rain. Even though we were still hard, there was no problem releasing our flow against the wall.

I'd never before intimately bathed with another person, but I really got into lathering George's big muscular body, rubbing my hands over every inch of him. He moaned in pleasure as I shampooed his hair. Who knew it could be so sensuous? After he'd done the same to me, he dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth.

I thought I'd collapse from the feel of the hot moistness as his tongue tickled around the head of my cock. When my balls started drawing up, he quit. For a moment I felt bereft, but he hugged me and whispered, "It's your turn."

For a moment, I was at a loss; I'd never put my mouth on another man's penis. But this was the moment I'd long dreamed of. I dropped to my knees, took his phallus in my hand and studied it. He was circumcised like I was. The head was a bit larger than the shaft, a dark reddish pink. The veined shaft throbbed in my fist and I glanced up at him. He was intently watching me.

"It won't bite," he said softly, his countenance serious.

I grinned at him.

"Try it," he urged.

I opened my mouth and touched my tongue to the little hole that was oozing a clear viscous fluid. There was no discernable taste, so I put the whole head in my mouth and ran my tongue over it. Hearing George groan, I was overcome with a feeling of power, knowing I could make him groan more. He thrust; my fist still gripping his shaft hit my lips. I dropped my hand and tried to swallow his shaft. When it hit the back of my throat, I gagged.

George pulled out of my mouth and dropped to his knees, pulling me into a hug. "God, that was wonderful, John, but you gotta take it easy. You don't have to swallow the whole thing to make it feel good."

I felt a bit foolish, but he took my hand and we stood. He turned off the water and handed me a towel. "Dry off and get on the bed. I want to show you more."

Moments later, I was lying on my back staring into George's crotch. His hairy sack hung down, nearly touching my nose as he kneeled over my head. I hadn't paid any attention to his big eggs before. I instinctively stuck my nose against his bag and inhaled. Beyond the clean soap smell, I detected a scent that was distinctly George. I inhaled deeply, certain that I'd never get enough of his scent.

George had my rod back in his mouth, but the sensations were lost on me; I was totally involved in the new smells I'd found. I grasped his butt and wiggled up a bit so I could get my nose behind his balls. My head was giddy with these new scents. George had spread his legs to allow me easier access. As I licked behind his sack, I realized I had my nose against his wrinkly sphincter.

I pulled back to look. I was beyond thinking about what I was doing. I had my tongue on it, tasting his wrinkled hole. It tasted like George and a bit of soap. The effect it was having on him egged me on. I pushed my tongue against the opening, forcing my way into it. He roared and sat up, then pressed his ass down on my face, giving me even better access. I got lost in tonguing his relaxed hole. So excited that I could pleasure him like this, I was on the edge of losing my own load when he yelled, "Fuck me, John. Put you dick where your tongue is… and fuck me," I started shooting. George leaned down trying to capture it as I covered his face with cum.

I was so embarrassed I just wanted to curl up and hide, but George just laughed delightedly, turned around and wrapped me in his arms. "You're fantastic, Babe. Damn, that was the hottest rimming I've ever had."

I looked at his cum covered face and couldn't help but chuckle. He gave me a wry look and said, "It's your mess, clean it up."

I started to get up for a washcloth, but he held me in place. "Use your tongue."

I thought about it for a moment, then tentatively licked his upper lip. His tongue darted out and licked against mine, stealing the cum I'd just gathered. It became a game; I'd lick up some and drop it onto his waiting tongue, then follow it into his mouth trying to get it back.

It took several minutes to clean his face, and by the time I finished I'd forgotten the embarrassment of ejaculating so quickly. We were both rampantly hard again.

With the last lick, I pulled back and looked at him. "There isn't any more," I said, seeing his expectant look.

He grasped my hard rod and said with a big playful grin, "So, you're ready to use this thing properly now?"

I grinned back at him. "Damn right," I declared, my confidence restored.

He rolled onto his back and raised his legs, I felt like I could shoot off again just looking at his hairy crack and rosy pucker. I closed my eyes, steeled myself, and crawled between his legs. From under his pillow he pulled out a small tube. "Here, use this. Use your fingers and push some up inside."

I did as he said, and prayed I wouldn't cum before I got inside him as I pressed my cock against his hole.

"Okay, go easy here. I haven't done this in a year."

That brought up the image of Dad between George's legs, I pulled back and pinched my cockhead to keep from losing it, then I thought, 'I've got to do this, and do it better than Dad.' I pushed against his hole and slid in. My whole being was conscious only of the hot moistness surrounding my cock.

George grasped my hips and stopped me from moving. "Let me get used to this big thing, then I want you to fuck me into next week."

With the tight grip his ass muscles had on my cock, I was sure that he was going to squeeze it in two, but after a few seconds he relaxed and sighed. "Okay, Stud. You're on. Let me have it."

I started gently pumping, and soon he was urging me to do it harder… harder… faster. I lasted only a couple of minutes, and when I lost control, my whole body went into a spasming orgasm. I collapsed on top of him, convulsing. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly until I calmed down.

When I was again conscious of the world around me, he asked if I was up for more. I then realized I was still hard inside his ass and he hadn't cum. I rose up and started moving my pelvis. George wrapped his legs around me and shifted his ass. I could feel the head of my cock hitting a little hard nut as I thrust and every time I hit it George would grunt and hunch against me. I quickly figured out that it was his prostate I was massaging, and started making little short thrusts against it. Suddenly, George let go of me and let his legs and arms drop. His hands clinched the sheet, then his whole body started quivering as his cock started shooting rope after long, heavy rope up the length of his body. I sat back on my heels and pressed up tight against his butt, letting his clinching sphincter bring me to another orgasm.

When he stopped, I wondered for a moment if he was even alive. Then he drew in a huge gasp of breath and smiled. I was still embedded in his butt as I watched him recover. His eyes were closed and he continued to gasp for a couple of minutes. Eventually, he opened his eyes and grinned at me, then raised his head and looked at his torso.

"Looks like you need to clean me up again," he uttered, and dropped his head back on the pillow.

I was still hard inside him, but I had no urge to cum again. I gently withdrew, grabbed a towel from the edge of the bed and wiped his butt and my rod that had now lost its rigidity. I looked at the pearly strands of cum on his chest and stomach and decided that my tongue would work best, so I licked it up while he watched me. I didn't offer him any.

When I finished, I scrubbed his hairy chest and belly with the damp towel and then lay down beside him. He wrapped himself around me and we slipped into slumber.

It was past noon when we awoke. We bathed each other, dressed, and headed out to find some nourishment. I was no longer a virgin, I'd done a grand job of my first fucking and I felt like the world belonged to me. As we strolled up the beach toward the pier, George kept glancing at me, until I finally asked, "What?"

"I just find it amazing that you have changed so much in the last twenty-four hours. You're more… well… your own man. Yesterday, your demeanor was still that of a teenager. Today, you're… self assured."

I grinned at him. "Hey, I got my first piece of ass this morning. What did you expect?"

He grinned at me and said, "Yeah, and I'm glad it was mine you got. But remember, you're still half virgin."

I stopped and looked at him like he was talking gibberish. "How can one be half virgin? Either one is or one isn't."

He laughed at my indignation and kept walking. I ran to catch up and grabbed his arm. "What are you laughing about?"

His eyes danced merrily as he said, "You're a homosexual, John^*. Think about it." He pulled his arm from my grip, glanced at me over his shoulder and strolled on, leaving me standing there in a state of confusion.

Then it dawned on me. I hoped no one was watching, for I'm certain I turned a bright flaming red. I looked to see where George had gotten to and saw him a few feet away, still grinning like a Cheshire.

I started towards him feeling apprehensive. I'd given this a lot of thought over the last six years. It had been very apparent to me that both Walt and George had enjoyed getting fucked. But I didn't like the idea of submitting to another man, even if it was George.

I thought about this morning. He'd been right down aggressive in getting my cock up his ass, then he had shot his load without touching himself. He had thoroughly enjoyed getting my cock up his ass. Hell, George hadn't submitted to me.

As I caught up to him, he lost his smile and looked a bit worried. He put an arm around my shoulder, turned, and fell into step with me. I was thankful that he didn't continue teasing me.

What did I have to fear? I knew that he would be gentle and caring. God knows, I've lost many a load fantasizing about being on the receiving end with George. I grinned shyly up at him and he smiled back at me.

He squeezed my shoulder as we strode on. "So…," he said, "I'm right, aren't I? Your butt is still virgin?"

I cockily smirked, "You know it is. I saved it just for you, George."

He ducked his head and slowed his stride, dropping his arm from my shoulder. I turned around and waited for him. He didn't look at me when he put a hand back on my shoulder as I turned to fall into step with him again. We walked in silence, under and past the pier. I wondered if he was worrying about what was going to happen when we got back to our little cabin. God knows, I certainly wasn't.

It was a beautiful sunny day; the beach was packed. But it didn't matter. I was with George. At some point, a mile or more beyond the pier, I brought up the subject of the cave.

"George, I've often wondered how you got back up to your house without me seeing you that day."

He laughed. "I wondered if you noticed that I didn't use the trail. Haven't you ever fully explored the cave?"

"Hey, your dad, and mine, told me to stay out of it. I only went down there to jack off. The only reason I went inside that time was because I thought someone was injured and needed help."

He laughed, recalling that fateful day. "Sometime, John, get me to show you where it goes."

Eventually, he stopped and looked back. We'd rounded a rocky point and the crowd had thinned to just a scattered few.

"Shall we head back?" he asked.

I nodded.

As we again approached the pier, George asked, "Have you ever had an abalone sandwich?"

I shook my head. "No, I've pulled a few up from the ocean floor and examined them before throwing them back. I know the Japanese are really fond of them."

"Come on, this will be another first for you. I promise that you'll love it."

For a moment, I thought he was going to take my hand, but instead he grasped my upper arm and guided me to the stairs off the beach. There were two or three places to eat on the pier, but there was only one that George was interested in. As we entered, he asked if fresh abalone was on the menu for today. When he got an affirmative, he ordered two big crusty rolls filled with tender fried slices of white juicy flesh. It looked nothing like the shell creatures I'd examined.

After a memorable feast that I promised myself I'd often have again, we headed back to the little cottage. Both of us lost in thoughts of what was to come.

When we entered the cottage, I turned around and George wrapped me in one of his bear hugs and nuzzled my neck. "We don't have to do this you know."

I pulled back and frowned at him. "Are you teasing me again? I've wanted this for six years. If you don't want to fuck me, then… hell, I don't know what I'll do." I was verging on losing it.

He pulled me back against his muscular body and whispered, "There's nothing I want more than to make love to you like you did to me, John." He sought my lips and I was again lost in one of his voracious tongue-battling kisses. When he broke away, we were both panting.

I started feverishly unbuttoning his shirt. I'm sure it took great determination on his part to keep his hands off mine until I finished. As he peeled it off his shoulders, I attacked his sensitive nipples. I had my nose in his arm pit, and when I breathed in his natural scent I went a little crazy. I'd never considered that a man's pits could be a strong part of making love to him. My snuffling and licking were driving George wild. With a roar, he yanked me away from it. "Jezus, I can't stand any more. I've never had anyone attack my arm pit before." He was panting. "We're going to have to explore that some more… but later. Let me undress you now."

My head was spinning as I forced myself to stand still so he could take my clothes off. As soon as I stepped out of my jeans, he picked me up and gently laid me in the middle of the bed and crawled on top of me. Sitting on my pelvis with my throbbing hardness wedged between his hairy cheeks, he took my hands and placed them above my head. "Don't you dare move them," he sternly admonished. "This is all about you. I don't want to be distracted while I make love to you. Do you understand, John?"

I'd never seen George like this. It slightly quailed me and it must have shown in my face. His tone softened. "If I do anything you don't like, just say so and I'll stop immediately. This is all for your pleasure, Babe."

I nodded.

"Now don't move your arms."

For the next eon he kissed, caressed, licked and touched every part of my body while I tried my damnedest to passively lie there and let him. He sucked on my cock, brought me to the edge and stopped, leaving me wanting so badly to cum. He ignored my pleas as he raised my legs, bent me double and teased my ass. Who knew that I could be driven insane by him lightly touching the hair in my crack? I'd pleasured my hole with a wet finger while dreaming it was George playing with it, but the reality of George licking it and poking his hard tongue in it was far beyond my meager imaginings. Soon I'd forgotten his admonishment, and I was grasping the sides of his head trying to get a deeper penetration. He reared up, breaking loose from my grip and grinned at me. "Ready to get fucked?" He needlessly asked.

"Fuck me, George. Please, fuck me," I begged.

George grinned at me as he slicked his finger and slid it into me. I arched into him, wanting his whole hand.

I think I've created a wanton sex monster here," he smirked, as he used two fingers.

"Use you cock, George. I want to feel what it's like to have your cock up my butt," I urged.

"Patience, Boy. I've got to stretch you a good bit before you can take my big ol' shaft."

"Just hurry and do it. Oh God, I've never felt anything like this."

I knew that the initial penetration would hurt, but no one had told me how exquisitely painful it would be. Being stabbed with a dull knife couldn't have hurt worse. But with George's urging me to breathe and relax, the pain soon went away and I began to learn what a wonderful experience it is to have a hard cock up my rear.

I'm sure I sounded like a wanton whore begging and demanding to be fucked harder and faster. George ignored my demands. With his hands pressed into the mattress on each side of my head while I clung to his wrists, he slowly pushed in and slowly pulled out until I was completely incoherent.

When he had me to the point where I was tossing my head from side to side and only able to utter unintelligible noises, he grasped my hips and raised them a bit so that his cock was hitting my nut on every pass. With short quick thrusts, he brought me to a roaring climax. As I shot my load, he leaned forward, grasped my shoulders, and with a few more thrusts, he too climaxed with a few hard grunts.

Eventually, he rolled onto his side, carrying me with him. I was still semi-conscious while he caressed me and told me how marvelous I was. Maybe I only dreamed it, but I thought he said he loved me… I wanted him to say it.

We drifted into sleep, and when we awoke we made love again, rubbing together lubricated with the cum I had shot earlier, then George suggested that we take another nap, because he had a surprise for me that evening.

He had gotten tickets to a Beach Boys' concert at UCSB in Santa Barbara up in Goleta. They had a guest that night that I fell in love with, a young dark haired beauty with the voice of an angel that sang folksongs. Later, as she became a popular singer, I collected all of Joan Baez's recordings^**.

Sunday morning, we'd made love to each other again, showered together and then packed to leave. During breakfast at a Denny's, George's demeanor changed. He ate very little. He looked sad, and he sighed several times. When I finally asked why, he stared out the window. He looked like the weight of the world was on him. I began to worry, wondering what had brought this on.

"George, talk to me. What's going on? Why are you looking like someone died?"

His expression hardened; he ignored me and continued to stare out the window. Then he said, in a dead emotionless voice, "You understand that this was a onetime thing, don't you?"

That left me bewildered. Before I could ask what he meant, he asked if I was finished. When I nodded, he stood, snatched up the bill, and headed for the cashier. In a state of confusion, I wiped my mouth and laid the napkin beside my plate before taking out my wallet to leave the waitress a tip. He was sitting in the car by the time I got outside. Once I was in and had closed the door, he muttered, "I'm getting married in November."

I stared at the side of his head a moment. Perplexed, I asked, "So?"

"So, when we get home, we continue with our lives as they were before."

I simply continued to stare blankly at the side of his head as he stared straight ahead. Then he turned and stared into my eyes. "Look, I made you a promise - and I kept it. Now let it go." He started the car, backed out of the parking space and headed for the highway.

I was more in love with the man now than ever before, and he'd so much as told me that he was in love with me. Sure, he'd told me that he was getting married in a couple of months and that this would be a onetime thing, but I couldn't believe that he really meant it. Surely he was just joking.

As soon as we were out on the open road, his demeanor was again jovial and friendly. I tried to forget how he had scared me earlier and matched his mood. But I couldn't get rid of the empty feeling in the pit of my being. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking that maybe he was serious, and if he was… then this weekend would be as if it had never happened.

^*At the time of this part of the story, 'Gay' hadn't come into common usage.

^**This concert happened only in my imagination.