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Keith rolled onto his stomach, tugging the blankets over his bare shoulders. "I hate the cold," he grumbled, half awake, as he tried to snuggle closer to Jak. "C'mon. Hold me, or something. I'm freezing!" "G'morning, sleepyhead," Jak murmured, with a smile in his voice, shifting position to half-lay on top of Keith. "Did you have a good birthday, yesterday?" he asked, then began nibbling on one of Keith's earlobes. "I don't know about you, but I sure enjoyed it." "You want me to wake up, don't you?" Keith grumbled, partially opening one eye and pinning Jak with a baleful stare. "I knew it! The first guy I'm attracted to, and he's a morning person. Why couldn't I meet someone who loves to sleep till noon . . . especially after keeping me up half the night. "Since it looks like I'm not gonna get any more . . . much needed . . . sleep," he heaved a sigh, turned onto his back, and stretched. He yawned, propped himself up on his elbows, and squinted, as he tried to focus. Finally, after rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he answered. "I had the best birthday present a guy could ever hope t'get . . . you." He reached out and wrapped his arms around Jak's shoulders. "Yep, you. You thought my birthday was important enough to come home early; you spent the evening talking to my folks; then you and I had some real fun. "Y'know . . . while you were . . . down south, I 'bout rubbed myself raw, fantasizing about what it would be like to make love to you." The corners of Jak's lips twitched, as he recalled how his own fantasies followed a similar theme. "I never would have guessed that the real thing would far surpass everything I imagined. Thank you," he murmured, as he held Jak in a tight embrace, and their mouths and tongues met. "What time is it, anyway?" Keith asked, doing his best to stifle another yawn. Jak propped himself up, and glanced at the bedside clock. "It's seven in the morning." "Seven!" Keith grumbled, turning toward the clock to make sure he wasn't being teased. "Hell, we didn't get to the room until close to midnight. Then, we showered, and had fun . . . multiple times," he chuckled. "No wonder I'm friggin' worn out!" He held the blanket up to examine himself. "Look! Little Keith's still snoozing. What does that tell you?" Jak looked beneath the covers. "Tells me that you're damned small." Keith pushed Jak onto his back. "Not only is he a morning person, he's a wise-ass! You may remember, I wasn't so small last night. Or . . . do you make faces and bite your lips for every guy who sticks his thing up your butt?" Before Jak could answer, Keith nudged him. "Don't answer that! I don't want to know." "So, you're worn out. What about me?" Jak teased. "I'm going to be walking like I have a pole shoved up my butt, for at least a couple days!" He grinned. "A small pole, but a pole, nonetheless." He flinched when Keith playfully punched his arm. "Damn, but you rode me hard!," Jak continued, "And . . . I was just teasing about you being small. I couldn't have handled it if the dang thing had been any bigger." "Dang?" "Heard it on television, someplace. Must'a been in one of those vintage programs from the 1990's." Keith shrugged agreement. "Y'know," Jak said, as he coaxed Keith to lay close. "When we met, I thought you were some sort'a mild mannered guy. Last night, after the first time, I figured you'd calm down." Jak snorted. "The second and third times proved me wrong. I bet I'm still leaking. And . . . even though it's only seven o'clock . . . just the thought of what we did is making me hard. Besides, I never did get to fuck you." Keith snickered. "That's cause my butt is virgin territory. Ahem," he paused, appearing slightly abashed. "You mean I didn't tell you I'm an exclusive top guy? Darn. I must'a forgot. Well . . . there it is. Y'gotta live with it." Jak threw his head back and howled with laughter. "I believe that you're an exclusive top about as much as I believe your claim to have naturally highlighted hair!" His laughter got louder, as Keith rolled on top of him and pinned his shoulders to the bed. "Your roots are showing!" Jak roared, as he squirmed, pretending at trying to get away. "You'd better be quiet, or someone's gonna complain," Keith said, in a conversational tone, a moment before someone from the adjoining room pounded on the wall. "See," he quietly laughed, at Jak's wide-eyed look of surprise, responding in a stage-whisper. "Were we that loud?" "No, you were that loud. I'm never loud. I'm a man of action," Keith added, in an artificially deep voice. "'Member, I'm a tough guy. You can call me Hank." "I knew a guy who had a dog named Hank," Jak mused. "So . . . Hank," he snickered. "I hate to break it to you, but you're a wimp." Before Keith could protest, Jak threw him aside and scrambled on top. "Now that's being macho." "Please don't do this, mister," Keith groaned, piteously, rolling his head from side to side, as Jak pushed his shoulders against the bed. "I'm saving myself for the right man," he continued, doing his best not to giggle. "You can't deflower me!" The act caused Jak to pause and look at Keith with a frown. "Are you f'real?" he murmured, "or are you running with a couple screws loose?" "The man's got screwing on the mind!" Keith wailed. "You're just jealous, 'cause you couldn't stand up to my animal magnetism. I overwhelmed you last night. Three times," he added, triumphantly, holding up his fingers, in front of Jak's face, in case he might have misunderstood. "I think it's only fair that I take my turn," Jak evilly laughed, as Keith twisted beneath him. "I mean, you deflowered me, three times in the space of a couple hours!" "A pretty impressive achievement, if you ask me," Keith responded, smugly. "However, you can only be deflowered once! I wasn't your first . . . was I?" "Um . . . no," Jak responded, wondering at this new and playful side of Keith's personality. "But," he continued, wearing a mischievous smile. "I intend to be your first." "Yeah . . . talk, talk, talk," Keith drawled. "I should'a gone looking for the strong silent type. Stupid me! I settled for someone who's strong, but can't shut up." Jak growled, as he rolled aside, positioned himself, and quickly pushed Keith's knees back to his shoulders. "I think you're the one who can't shut up!" he grumbled, as he buried his face between Keith's bare ass cheeks. 'So, I'm not a man of action,' he thought, pleased with Keith's sharp indrawn breath, followed by . . . uncharacteristic silence. "Um," he hesitated, wiping a hand across his spit-wet cheeks and chin, as he met his partner's . . . worried . . . eyes. "Am I really your first?" Keith nodded, once. "Sorry, but I get all foolish when I'm nervous," he murmured, not meeting Jak's eyes. "I . . ." He gulped a swallow. "You're sort'a large, y'know. I even had trouble sucking you off, and you know me . . . the guy with the big mouth. The thought of you sliding into me is kind'a intimidating. Y'know?" he added, in a small voice. Jak slowly lowered Keith's legs, then gingerly lay on top of him. "Oh . . . you wonderful man," he murmured, as he nuzzled Keith's neck. "If I hadn't asked you about being the first, you wouldn't have said anything, would you? You'd have . . . endured." When Keith appeared about to say something, after a slight shake of his head, Jak continued. "Keith . . . making love is not something to be endured. It should be a . . . a . . . celebration, of what you and I feel for one another." He leaned forward and tenderly kissed Keith on the tip of the nose. "Do you really think of yourself as an exclusive top?" he asked, appearing worried. "Noooo," Keith drew out the word. He glanced at Jak, a grin playing with the corners of his mouth. "That was a joke. I want you in me . . . really. I . . . I just don't have any experience, and I never imagined having something like you inside me." "Thanks for the flattery, but I'm just average. We're about the same size, in fact." "Are you calling me average?" Keith chuckled, the anxiety gone from his voice. "I got'a tell you. I wouldn't want to be fucked by me either . . . at least without a whole lot of preparation." "Well . . ." Jak murmured, after a tender kiss. "We've got all weekend to get you . . . prepared. I don't plan on leaving this room, any more than I plan on leaving you. Like it or not, you're stuck with me." * * * Cody squared his shoulders, licked his lips, and raised his hand to knock on Levi Witter's office door. 'Why should he ask me to come to his office, and not all of us guys?' Cody knocked, two sharp raps on the wooden door, which echoed in the hallway of the sprawling house. Cody did his best to avoid Levi. 'The man's just too preceptive. It's like he knows my thoughts before I do. 'Everyone seems to be intimidated by him, except for Soren. They're buddy-buddies, hanging around with one another like they're lovers, or something. Everyone loves Soren, and he's only been here once! People who've never even met him, can't stop talking about him!' Cody snorted. 'Well . . . ol' Mister Witter can't have him! Soren is mine, and anyone who thinks he can have him will have to fight me first. I've never had someone care for me, like he does,' he thought, reflecting back to their partnering. As always, whenever he thought of Soren, Cody experienced mixed feelings. They'd only been paired twice, once on the bed, and an unexpected second time, in the shower, where Soren had offered himself to Cody. 'There was a . . . a . . . connection, that time on the bed,' Cody silently repeated. 'I'm sure Soren felt it, as well. Otherwise, why would he have asked me to take him, there on the floor of the shower? I don't know why Levi, Dave, and Pete were there. It was an entirely spontaneous scene, even though Dave got it on film.' Cody grinned, recalling slipping into Soren, taking possession of him, as the three men looked on. 'I wanted to shout at them, "he's mine . . . mine! He's being nice to me, unlike everyone else. He's mine! "' "Come in," Levi called. The simple words caused Cody to break out in a cold sweat. He swallowed, in a mouth suddenly gone dry, swung the door open, and stepped into the large office. Levi, looking very grim, sat behind his simple desk. One forefinger idly tapped an irregular rhythm on one arm of his chair. The awards, his website had won, hung on the wall behind him, while to his right, palm trees framed a picture-perfect view of the Atlantic ocean. "You asked to see me?" Cody said, pleased that his voice didn't shake. Levi nodded, once. "Yes." He gestured to the only seat in the room, save his own. "Have a seat." 'That wasn't an invitation,' Cody thought. 'That was an order.' He smiled. Levi had always told him his smile was one of his best features. "I assume you know why I've called you to my office," Levi said, appearing completely at ease, even though his eyes drilled into the man's on the other side of the desk. "Um," Cody hesitated. "No, I don't. I feel like I've been called into the principal's office for being an unruly child." "Quite perceptive of you. That is exactly why you're here." "Oh." Cody sat back, feeling as if he'd been hit in the stomach. "Um . . . what have I done?" Levi leaned forward, his forearms resting on the desk. "Would you like a list?" He paused, as if waiting for an answer. "It might be easier to make a list of the things which you haven't done, or the rules you haven't broken. Such a list would be very much shorter." Levi Witter's voice softened. "Cody, I believe that . . . somewhere in there . . . you are a very nice person. I would like to think that's the case. In fact, I've seen that young man, once or twice, so I know he exists. It's too bad you don't let him out more often. If you did, you'd be surrounded by friends, instead of people who grudgingly put up with your presence. "You act like a spoiled child, always wanting to be the center of attention, and sulking when you're denied that role. Why? "Beyond just doing our best to be good people and get along with one another, there are rules, Cody. Rules that everyone, and I mean everyone who works for me, must follow. Those rules apply to me, to Dave, and to Pete, as well as everyone else . . . you included." "I've broken those rules?" Cody asked, wishing he had nerve to tell Mister Witter that he didn't appreciate that tone of voice being used with him. "Yes, and, I believe that if I had not called you in here, for this little chat, that you would go on, doing as you please." "Maybe it would be best if you tell me what I've done," Cody responded, in a mild voice, thinking, 'two can play at this game.' "This is not a game . . . Cody," Levi Witter responded, as if he had read Cody's mind. "I am your employer. You are my employee. I make the rules, and, when you signed your contract, you acknowledged that you knew what the rules are, and agreed to abide by them." "And?" Cody dared ask. "What is it, exactly, that you think you're doing, telling everyone you meet that you and . . . Soren . . . are a couple, that he is madly, head-over-heels, in love with you? What are you thinking? "I know, for a fact, that Jak thinks of you, just as he does every one of the other guys. He thinks of you and everyone else, as one of his co-workers . . . nothing more." "Jak? Are we talking about . . . Soren?" "Yes, we are, and I must commend you for being so . . . astute. "As I said, in case you weren't listening, but were waiting for an opportunity to try and score a point against me, in Soren's mind, you are a co-worker, and that is it . . . period. He feels the same way about Boyd, Ron, Taylor . . . everyone he's met or worked with. So, for you to go around claiming there is something more between the two of you, will serve no purpose other than to get one, or both, of you hurt." "I know what . . . Soren . . . feels for me," Cody said, leaning forward on his chair and pausing just long enough to let Mister Witter know that he could have used Soren's real name, if he'd chosen. "No . . . Harold . . . you do not have a clue what Soren feels for you, which is . . . nothing. He feels attached to you, or to any of the other guys, about as much as he would a . . . a . . . shovel, he would work with, if his job was to dig ditches. The person he cares for is back home. That's where he is, right now, celebrating the birthday of a man for whom he cares a great deal. In fact, the last time he was here . . . this man was all he could talk about. That is the person Soren loves, Cody; not you. You're only going to get hurt if you continue to think otherwise. Just because you would wish something to be true, does not make it so." "What are you saying? I don't believe you. He does care for me!" Cody protested, his voice sliding upward. "He treated me nice . . . totally unlike everyone else around here." Levi Witter's voice softened. "I'm sorry, Cody, but treating you nice does not mean that he loves you. All of the guys would treat you nice, if you gave them a chance. Oh, he likes you, just as he likes the other guys; but, trust me . . . please . . . I'm not trying to be an ogre, here. I'm trying to save you some heartache." Levi's voice softened, further. "Please, Cody. Admit to yourself that Soren, likes you, but he does not love you. He's already in love. It is much better for you to learn his true feelings from me, in a controlled environment, rather than someplace else, where you would end up embarrassing both yourself, and him. "You are infatuated, Cody. There's nothing wrong with that, but when that infatuation impinges on your job, on me, and on another man who works for me, your infatuation becomes my business. That is the reason I asked you to meet with me today. Please, Cody. Face reality." Cody shot out of his seat, and paced across the room, swinging back to his employer. "You don't know what you're talking about! You talk about rules. What about a rule, which says that all employees should be treated equally. You're not doing that. Ever since . . . Soren, came on board, I have been pushed aside. I am the most important one of any of the guys. I am the person people pay to watch. Hell, every one of my videos has been rated with at least four stars by the site's members. Who can claim something higher?" Levi shook his head in disbelief. "On top of everything else, you appear to have delusions of grandeur." He chuckled, a sound which indicated anything but amusement. "Cody, I am doing my best to be understanding of your feelings for Soren. All of us have felt something for someone, only to later learn that our feelings were unjustified. Like I said, I don't want to see either you, or Soren, hurt. However . . ." Levi continued, his voice hardening. "However, in addition to acknowledging reality, when it comes to Soren, you must also strive to learn a little humility. "There is no most important guy. It doesn't matter how many stars the site's members give you, everyone is treated equally." Cody snorted his disbelief. "And, despite how many stars your videos have received, you are not the man for whom I receive the most requests. "Cody, grow up! Start acting like a man, and not a spoiled brat. If you can find it within yourself to change, even a little bit, you'll be surprised at how everyone else will react to you. Like I said earlier, deep down, you are a nice guy. I've seen you be a nice guy, so I know it's possible. Think about what I've said today. You have it within your power to be so much more than you currently are. Right now, you are not much more than a young man with a pretty face, a nice body, and a wonderful voice. "Believe me . . . Cody, as wonderful as those things are, they will not last, nor will they ensure that you will spend your future years surrounded by friends. A personality will help. Give the other guys a chance to know the real Cody . . . the one you keep hidden behind the exterior we all see. Don't be afraid to let your barriers down. Don't be afraid of rejection. Be friendly! Smile! . . . If someone snubs you, don't plan revenge; forget them and move on, telling yourself that by not getting to know you, it is they who are losing out, not you. And, for all that's holy, stop pretending that you are better than everyone else! As I said earlier, if you're able to do these things, you will be surprised at the results. "Most importantly, though, remember that you and Soren are not a couple, and you will never be; so, in order to lessen any future embarrassment, it would be best for you to stop broadcasting your fantasies. By doing so, you would also be following the rules which state that none of us shall become involved romantically, or sexually, with one another. "If you continue to behave as you have been, people will only end up pitying you for deluding yourself, and you will spend your life lonely, and desperately unhappy. I don't want that to happen to you, any more than you do." * * * Boyd looked up as Cody left Levi's office. He pushed himself away from the wall against which he had been leaning, and did his best to smile, which was difficult, considering the look on the face of the man who approached. 'Oh geez,' he thought, 'he must have been raked over the coals.' "Hey," Boyd said, by way of greeting, matching strides with the auburn-haired man, who was purposefully marching along the shaded porch, his hands clenched at his sides. "Are you okay? I was just waiting . . ." He paused, as Cody came to an abrupt halt and turned to him, his anger almost palpable. Boyd swallowed. "I wanted to make sure you're okay, and let you know that, if you need to talk . . . I'm available." "What?" Cody asked, incredulous, his cheeks flushed, his eyes flashing. "Why?" "I would like to be your friend. I . . ." Boyd shrugged. "I . . . that's what friends are for, isn't it . . . listening to one another, when one of them needs to vent about something? Talk to me, Cody! Let me be your friend. You're angry. Maybe I can help." Cody snorted disagreement. He briefly turned away, then looked over his shoulder, and finally turned to face the slender, dark-haired man. "Did Levi, or anyone else, ask you to meet me like this?" "Huh? No! Of course not! I'm here 'cause I wanna be." Cody blinked, seeming stunned by the response, the anger visibly draining away. He allowed Boyd to direct him toward a picnic table, where they slowly sat, facing one another. 'Why are you doing this?' Cody wanted to shout. 'Why, all of a sudden, after more than a year of knowing one another?' His silent question must have been written on his face. Boyd looked him in the eye, then turned his attention to the table. "Cody," he said, looking up. "I'm afraid that I've never treated you well. I want to apologize. I'm sorry for how I've behaved. I was brought up to be a better person than I have been. I'm trying to make amends. Please . . . let me. Don't shut me out." "Why?" Cody asked. "Why now?" Boyd shrugged, and began to trace a pattern on the tabletop with a fingertip. "I don't know why. All I know, is that earlier today, when we were partnered, I," Boyd shrugged. "I felt something . . . um . . . for you . . . that I'd never felt before. And . . . at the same time, I suddenly realized how badly I've treated you. So . . . today," he shrugged, again. "It seemed like the right thing to do. I saw you go into the house, and figured you'd be meeting with Mister Witter . . . and," he paused, "I figured that maybe, after the meeting, you might need someone to talk to. While I was standing there, waiting, I realized how you must have been hurting, every time you're here . . . in Florida. It struck me how I've never tried to be your friend. Like I said, I'm sorry for that." He momentarily bowed his head. "Do you . . . need to talk?" "You're just gonna laugh at me. Everyone laughs at me. They always have. Why should you be any different?" "Because I say I am. It's up to you to believe me . . . or not. I hope you do." Boyd nodded towards Levi Witter's office. "Was he rough on you? Does he think you've done something wrong?" Cody studied the slender, dark-haired man. Earlier in the day, they'd been paired for a video; yet, here they sat, neither of them mentioning the passion they'd experienced. 'Was the passion real?' Cody wondered, 'or, was it just an act? Is the way he's behaving now, an act?' His eyes widened, as Boyd reached across the table and took his hand. 'Levi told me I should let my guard down. Is Boyd . . . safe?' he wondered, as he allowed Boyd to link fingers with him. 'He's a nice guy,' Cody thought. 'I like his swimmer's body, and his smile.' He looked to their clasped hands. 'I never noticed what nice hands he's got . . . so strong. When he held me today, as we were laying, naked, on the bed in the studio, he was so warm. And . . . he kissed me . . . afterward. He didn't have to do that. No one made him. We lay in bed, still breathing heavily, and he rolled on top of me and kissed me . . . using his tongue . . . for a long kiss, and, told me I was awesome. We weren't being filmed, or anything. Why didn't I listen to him? Have other people said similar things, and I didn't pay any attention?' Cody did his best to smile. "Thanks," he said, in a dry throat. "Thanks for thinking of me." He huffed a laugh. "I'm not accustomed to that." "I know," Boyd murmured. "We've not been treating you fairly." "No," Cody protested, raking the fingers of one hand through his hair, while making sure he didn't release Boyd's hand. "Geez, Boyd! This is hard! I'm not talking about only here, in Florida. It . . ." He tried to swallow. Boyd nodded his understanding, tightened his fingers, and smiled crookedly. "There's no need to say anything, other than promising me that you won't shut me out. Can you do that?" Cody thought for a moment, still not sure of Boyd's motives. "You're f'real? I mean, this isn't some sort of joke, or something . . . is it? The other guys aren't hiding someplace, snickering?" he asked, glancing across the broad lawn toward the studio, where the other guys were most likely hanging out. "Damn, is that the way you feel . . . like everyone's been treating you like a joke?" Cody shrugged. "Dunno." He glanced away, then back. "I've not . . . deserved . . ." He hesitated, unable to go on, then swallowed around a lump in his throat. "No . . . Boyd. I won't shut you out. And . . . and . . . thanks." He moistened his lips, wanting to say more. "Well . . . just, thanks." * * * The cold, pale light of the moon shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel room, casting wispy shadows of passing clouds on the two naked men who lay sprawled, one on top the other, in the middle of the large bed. "Ummmmm," Keith sighed, as he propped himself up and looked into Jak's eyes, the flickering light of the many candles in the room causing his eyes to sparkle. "I have missed the candles. How'd you know?" The corners of his lips twitched, as Jak walked his fingers over his back and down the cleft of his butt. "You smell good," he murmured, inhaling Jak's intoxicating scent. "It's the soap," Jak replied, in a deadpan voice. "And . . . you're so warm," Keith said, looking down into Jak's eyes. "You're hard, you know," he murmured, as he lowered himself onto the length of Jak's body, and felt the erection pressed against his own. "Umm, I know," Jak responded, in a low voice. "So are you. Aaand," he drew out the word, "you've got the sexiest butt I've ever seen," he added, as he kneaded Keith's firm ass cheeks. When he touched the muscular ring surrounding the hole, the blond man jerked, threw his head back, and groaned loudly, while still propping himself up. "Suck," Jak ordered, as he rubbed two fingers across Keith's mouth. "Get 'em wet. I wanna play with you." Keith attacked the fingers, making a low guttural sound, sucking on them as if they were smaller versions of his partner's penis. 'Slow,' Jak kept telling himself. 'No matter how aggressively he sucks your fingers, taking a cock, for the first time, is something else. Take it easy. Let him make the first moves. Go at his pace. This is his first time. This is the time he'll remember, more than any other.' Jak grinned, as Keith . . . writhed . . . on top of him. One moment, he would lay chest-to-chest, engaging in a tender kiss. The next, he had propped himself up on extended arms, and was eagerly thrusting himself against the man beneath him. 'Where did the mild-mannered man, who wears Ivy League pullover sweaters, go?' Jak asked himself. 'Get him out of his clothes and he's a changed man.' Keith was behaving like a man possessed. "Yes, oh yes," he repeated, over and over, pushing back against Jak's fingers, as they toyed with his hole. Each time Jak tentatively pushed inside, Keith groaned loudly, and mashed his mouth against Jak's in one aggressive kiss after another. When he wasn't attacking Jak's mouth, he was kissing and licking his neck, jaw, and cheeks. 'I've never experienced anything like this,' Keith groaned to himself, as he felt Jak's whiskers, rough against his tongue. 'If I ever have sex with another man, I'm sure to compare the experience with this. If I compare him, how can he not compare me with those guys?' Keith wondered, the thought intruding like a sneeze, there one moment, gone the next. "I'm okay," Keith answered, when Jak penetrated him with a finger and made a questioning sound, deep in his throat. "It's okay. Don't stop. You're just touching places that've never been touched, is all." The question of, "F'sure?" was answered with a determined, jerky nod. "Spit," Jak ordered, opening his mouth wide. Keith spat, and watched the foamy liquid slide over Jak's tongue, into his mouth, at the same time he felt the throb of the his partner's erection pressing against his own cock. He leaned forward and met Jak's tongue in another slippery battle, which left both men's mouths, cheeks, and chins wet with spit. The sensations he was experiencing were too much. He wanted release . . . now. At the same time, he wanted the moment to last. The need for release won out. He shifted position, and knelt astride the erection, which lay flat against Jak's belly. Keith wiped his mouth and cheeks with the back of his hand, as he began to rock back and forth while caressing Jak's belly and chest, pausing momentarily to tease the man's ultra-sensitive nipples. With each touch, Jak squirmed beneath him, and tried to thrust upward, in a growing need to penetrate the man who had taken control. 'Damn, he's beautiful,' Keith thought, as he sucked on two of Jak's fingers, and felt his partner's thick cock teasing his hole with possibilities of pleasure. "Oh . . . lover," Jak gasped, as Keith moved lower on the bed and grasped his penis at the base. The blond man met his partner's look, then licked the length of the underside of the erection, from his nuts to the tip, where he paused to toy with the slippery opening. "Aw, fuck," Jak groaned, grasping the blankets and bed sheets, as Keith sank the entire length of the cock down his throat. Up . . . down . . . once, twice . . . three times. Keith eventually freed it, but was still connected by a combination of spit and pre-cum. "C'mere," Jak said, in a husky voice, as he reached out and grabbed Keith with a hand beneath his jaw, and pulled him close, until their tongues met. Gone were the tender kisses of earlier in the evening. Their kisses now reflected the passion which had been building in each of them. Their fantasies were being made real. "Ohhhh," Jak murmured, as he madly kissed and licked Keith's face, his ears, his neck, and rubbed his nose through his hair, which retained the spicy scent of the hotel shampoo. Next, he buried his face in one of Keith's armpits, lapping at the hair. The taste of the clean sweat sent an erotic jolt through his body. He wanted to penetrate Keith, to turn him onto his back and slam into his butt, just as he'd done to . . . He interrupted the thought before it was fully formed. 'Keith is not that person, nor is he like any of the guys from Florida. He is the man I love.' That thought, sneaking up on him as it did, sent shockwaves through his mind. 'Is it true? Have I been hiding the fact that I love him, from both myself and him? 'I'm afraid of the word, of what it signifies. Admitting being in love is like taking the first step of a long journey, inevitably filled with both heartache and joys we've never imagined. Once I admit to loving him, I feel as if things will be beyond my control. I'll never know what will happen next. "Love has a mind of its own," he remembered hearing someone say. "And once love's mind was made up, it will do as it wishes." 'I'm right, though; even if I don't love him, he is special. The guys down in Florida are great guys. They're fun to be with . . . ' Jak inwardly grinned. 'They're fun to have sex with, but they are not the ones whose opinion I care about. They aren't the ones whose merest glance can make me feel good. Keith is that man.' Jak felt all warm inside, thinking of some of the things which made Keith special to him. 'Apart from his intelligence, and sense of humor, I love the way his eyes dance, the way he speaks with his hands,' he grinned. 'Even the way he smells. His laughs are so carefree, it's as if he's never been hurt. His soft lips, against mine, make me tingle inside . . . the touch of his warm breath on my neck, as he snuggles close, lost in sleep, speaks of his innocence . . . and trust. His hands on my body, as we make love, are firm . . . demanding, unlike when we link fingers as we watch television, or go to a movie. The feel of his tongue against mine is cause for an instant erection. 'When did it happen?' Jak asked himself. 'When, precisely, did I begin to love this man? Did I make a choice, or was it . . . fate? Is it even possible to choose to fall in love?' Jak wondered, 'or, to decide against it? I don't recall making a decision, yet here I am. Keith, his welfare, happiness, and good impression of me, mean . . . everything. Whether he knows it or not, I am his, heart and soul. 'If that's the case, what am I waiting for? Why haven't I told him how much I care? Am I waiting for him to say something first, and, if so, why?' Keith, still astride Jak's hips, was unaware of his partner's thoughts, as he rocked back and forth, rubbing the tip of Jak's erection against his hole. He leaned forward and spit into Jak's open mouth, following immediately with two of his fingers. After Jak had sucked and slobbered on them, Keith reached between his legs and rubbed the spit-slick fingers over his own hole. Jak twisted beneath him, reaching for a bottle of lube which sat on the bedside table. He squirted a generous dollop onto Keith's waiting hand, then groaned with pleasure, as Keith reached back and greased up his waiting cock. "More," Keith demanded, holding out a hand, then liberally smeared the gel across, and into, his own hole. "Now?" Jak asked, his voice ragged. "Oh . . . yes . . . please," Keith groaned, his body glistening with perspiration. He reached back and grasped Jak's penis. "I need you in me." He gulped a swallow. "Now," he groaned, as he slowly sank back, welcoming the head of Jak's erection, as he was slowly penetrated. "Aw, shit," he grimaced, taking a deep breath and biting his lower lip. "When does it start feeling good?" he asked, in a tight voice. "Hold still," Jak ordered, in a soft voice. "Don't rush it! Wait a minute. We're not in a race." Keith jerked a nod and gasped for breath, willing himself to relax. "Y'okay?" Jak tenderly pushed aside the damp hair on Keith's forehead. His answer was a silent nod, which turned into a groan of pleasure, as Jak began teasing both of his nipples, and the remainder of Jak's penis slid into him. "Fuck me," he grunted, leaning forward and meeting Jak's tongue, as the gentle, yet insistent thrusts began. "Do it!" he ordered, in a rough voice. "I'm not gonna fuckin' break! Fuck me! Cum in me!" he demanded, as he sat up, reached back, and began toying with Jak's nuts, which bounced with each thrust. "You do it!" Jak said, in a low voice. "Lemme jack you off, as you fuck yourself." "Oh, geez," Keith hissed, as Jak wrapped a gel-slick hand around his cock and began to stimulate him in rhythm with each thrust. "Y'gonna . . . fill . . . me . . . up?" He grunted each word. "C'mon, Jak!" he shouted, his voice sliding upward. "Oh, geez!" he groaned, as he squeezed his eyes shut and gasped for a deep breath. He felt a powerful contraction, jerked once, then sprayed Jak with sperm, at the same time Jak's cock pulsed, filling his hole. They slowly came down from their orgasmic high. Finally, Keith leaned forward, and kissed the man who he, increasingly, thought of as his lover. "Wow," he said, with a smile in his voice. "Now that's a fuck to write home about." * * * "Boyd!" Cody said, in surprise, as he answered the knock on his hotel room door. "What're . . .?" "I'm breaking all the rules," Boyd murmured, as he slipped into the room, after quickly glancing over his shoulder. He closed the door behind him, and immediately wrapped his dumbfounded host in a tight embrace. "The other guys are down in the bar, so I decided I'd drop in for a secret visit and see if you'd like to fool around. Totally unscripted," he added, as an enticement. "By the way, I think you look awesome in the white bathrobe," he murmured, as he ran a hand over the thick fabric. "No one'll be watching?" Cody murmured, as he melted against the dark haired man. "We can do whatever we want?" Boyd grinned, as he kissed the crook of Cody's neck. They'd been paired together any number of times, since they'd both been recruited by Levi, the latest only hours earlier. But this . . . this was special. "No one'll be watching but us," Boyd murmured, close to Cody's ear. "This is just between you n'me. No one'll be giving instructions or making us stop so the lights can be changed. We can kiss all we want." He nibbled on one of Cody's earlobes. "You really love kissing, don't you?" "Ohhhh," Cody sighed. "Yesss," he added, on an exhaled breath. "So do I. The main point of all this is that I wanted you to know that I wasn't joking, when I told you I'd like for the two of us to become closer." "Closer?" Cody groaned, reduced to one word responses, by Boyd's intensity, the warmth of his body . . . his kisses, his mere presence. "I'm talking about getting closer . . . like this," Boyd murmured, as he slipped the white robe over Cody's shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He quickly stripped out of his running shorts and T-shirt. "Like this," he repeated, as he tenderly drew Cody to him and dug his fingers into the muscles of his ass cheeks as their tongues met. * * * "So," Dave began, as he lay on one side of Levi, while Pete lay on the other. "You had nothing to do with Boyd intercepting Cody after your meeting?" Levi silently chuckled, as he pulled Dave closer. "No. I had nothing to do with that, though I'm glad they had a chance to talk." "They were planning on doing more than talking," Dave mumbled, "and you'd just given him the 'follow-the-rules lecture'. What are you planning? They're not going to, you know . . . follow the rules, I mean." "I know," Levi said. "I'm glad, and I'm not planning anything." "Well, we don't have any rules," Pete said, in a husky voice, breaking into the conversation, as he rolled on top of Levi and pulled Dave closer, with one arm. "We haven't had any fun since . . . geez, I can't remember. It's been ages and ages, and . . ." he paused, "ages." "Less than twenty-four hours," Dave supplied, in a low voice. "With you guys, that's ages."
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