Boy By The Sea
by Devon Campbell

 

I was awakened just before dawn to the sound of sea gulls. A bit early in the morning for the gulls, I thought; I shouldn’t have left my balcony door opened. I stretched and climbed out of bed and stepped out on the balcony. The sea seemed quieter than last night, as if it deserved to sleep, too. I stood and watched the sunlight coming up all across the horizon. I thought I was alone at that hour; there was no other sound, not even the gulls now, after they had awakened me. Then I saw a movement down on the beach; a figure in a beach chair close to the water. I could make out a baseball cap as he rose up and sat his feet on either side of the chair. The new morning light was cooperating and I could make out when he leaned forward to stretch, that he was young. They exude that–the young–even from a distance, the way they move so gracefully and effortlessly, or with the turn of a shoulder or arm; and he was wearing baseball cap.  Curious I thought, that he had probably slept out there. I decided I had to check him out.

I slipped on a shirt and shorts and sneakers and my own cap and took the elevator down. I walked swiftly down the corridor and out the back of the motel for fear that I might miss him. But I slowed as I stepped out on the sand. I didn’t want to appear anxious, and there was no need, for he was still sitting hunched over in the chair. I walked/strolled toward the water’s edge as if I hadn’t seen him till he moved again and caught my attention. He laid back with his legs stretched out on the chair, his hands locked behind his head, as if to take the time to enjoy the sunrise.

“Good morning,” I said as I approached near his chair, casual like, as if the sea and the morning were the purpose for my walk out on the beach, and he was merely a casual notice.

“Oh, hi,” he said, craning the muscular column of his neck. He had the appearance of an athlete, his neck as wide as his head, and big hands.

“Nice morning dawning,” I remarked.

“Yes, it’s going to be a knock-out sunrise,” he said.

“Did you sleep out here?” I asked, noticing the backpack for the first time tucked under the chair.

“Yeah,” was his simple reply.  There was a tone of resignation in his voice. He was likely a student on a budget, with no money for a room and that in itself intrigued me. It more than intrigued me. He was without a room, I had a room, perhaps the twain could meet. The silence that followed his “Yeah” seemed to compel him to explain.

“I was supposed to meet someone here but he didn’t show up.”

“Oh,” I said.

“He was supposed to have the room,” the boy said.

“Maybe he arrived late during the night. You could check at the front desk,” I said.

“Yeah, I will. But I doubt it. He was supposed to be here yesterday afternoon,” he said.

“Is he a friend?” I asked.

“Yeah, from high school. Teammates. We made a pact after graduation that we would meet here in four years.”

“You haven’t seen each other in all that time?” I asked.

“No. We parted ways that night and barely kept in touch since. Funny how that happens; we were best friends in school; teammates, and we didn’t even keep in touch. We said we would, but we didn’t.”

“Friends can always take up where they left off, no matter how much time passes,” I said.

“Well, it looks like some more time is going to pass before we take up,” he said.

“Look, you were obviously expecting to have a room to sleep in last night. You’re welcome to come up and use my shower; hell, get some real sleep if you want to,” I offered.

“Oh, I slept good. I like the sea. But I might just take you up on the shower,” he said.

“You can call the desk and ask about your friend,” I said.

“Okay, thanks,” he said as he shoved himself up out of the chair. He bent down to get his backpack, offering me a view of his round, tight butt packed inside a pair of worn jeans. He slung his pack over one shoulder and stomped his boots in the ground to shake his pants leg down. He reminded me of a young stallion stomping at the ground. He finally bent over to adjust his pants leg, giving me a second look at his butt. I tried to linger back a little as we walked to the motel so I could watch his butt flex inside his tight jeans. We took the elevator up and I let us into my room.

“You can call the desk and check on your friend while I tidy up the bathroom,” I said.

“Hey, don’t go to any trouble on my account, after all, I’m the intruder,” he said.

“You’re not intruding,” I said.

He put his backpack on the bed and picked up the phone. He asked for a guy named Aaron Parks but I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t registered at the motel.

“Nope,” he said with a look of disappointment as he set the phone down.

“Maybe he checked into another motel,” I said.

“No, we were specific about this motel,” he said.

“Well, you can call around and check out some of the other places if you want, after you’ve had your shower.”

“That would probably be a waste of time, but I am going to take you up on the shower,” he said.

I motioned to the bathroom. He unzipped his pack and dug out a clean pair of shorts and a T-shirt and socks.

“I’m down to my last change, I’ve gotta find a Laundromat,” he said.

“There’s one here in the motel,” I said.

“I don’t want to be a pain in the ass, using your shower and phone and the laundry facilities.”

“Hell, it’s just water,” I said. “And I’ll let you know when you’re a pain in the ass.”

He pulled his shirt up over his head and I hoped it was going to be more than a shower that he was here for.  He was lean, well muscled–ripped, they called it now–with a broad chest, thick pecs that spread across his rib cage; hell, like too slabs of prime rib sticking out over his abs. His stomach sloped down, concave, the muscles like two stacks of bricks that bulged and shifted when he moved; six showing and two more that slipped beneath the waist of his shorts that showed above his jeans. Two long, lean slabs of tenderloin framed his abs on the sides, sloping into his shorts like a narrowing pathway leading to the pot of gold. There was sparse hair on his chest that looked like he trimmed it, and a trail of darker hair down the center of his abs, pointing the way. Fuck, he was sexy!

“I haven’t had a shower in three days. Washed up in a restroom along the way is the best I’ve managed,” he said as he unbuttoned his jeans.

“Take your time and enjoy it,” I told him.

Like an athlete used to being naked in the presence of other men, he shoved his jeans down right there to reveal well-muscled thighs, tanned, the muscles bulging under his weight as he pulled his jeans off. He sort of turned away from me as he shoved his thumbs in his waistband to push his shorts down.  If he was being modest it didn’t work, but then he didn’t have to; he didn’t know how his body and his butt turned me on as much as if he’d faced me. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door, giving me another few precious seconds of his now bare butt. It was set high and tight on his hips, solid and round and smooth, sending a yearning through me as each side shifted and rubbed together as he walked. I loved cock but I craved butt as much, if not more.

I turned on the TV while I waited and listened to the shower running.  It struck me then to bring up one of the X-rated movies the motel offered. Maybe not. Maybe I needed to be more cautious, and subtle.  If I could keep the kid in my room for a while and prevent him from rushing off, there was an off chance that I might get him in my bed. He probably needed sleep.

He took a long time in the shower, which only whetted my curiosity and desire.  I wondered if he was jacking off. I hoped not; I wanted him to save it for me. But at his age, there was no need to save anything. Finally, the water turned off and I heard the shower curtain pulled back. A moment later he came out of the bathroom with a towel knotted around his waist.

“Man, I really appreciate this,” he said again as he pulled the towel off and picked up his shorts off the bed, making me wonder why he had worn the towel out in the first place.

If he only knew how I appreciated these innocent little glimpses he was giving me of himself.

“You said that already,” I said. There was ample time to check him out as he pulled on his shorts. Big was the way to describe him. Long and thick, and meaty; he was hung heavy, with a big head. Tall, lean guys usually are hung best.  I was imaging having him for breakfast. “How do you feel about breakfast?” I asked.

“I was sort of planning on sneaking into the motel’s free breakfast if they’ve got one,” he said, rather sheepishly.

“They do, but I order room service from the restaurant,” I said.

“No, I can’t mooch off of you anymore, but I might sneak over and mooch off the management,” he said.

“You’re not mooching,” I said as I picked up the phone with the room service menu in front of me. “This way, there’s no need for you to get dressed. You might want to stretch out and get some sleep after you’ve eaten. And you wanted to do some laundry.”

“Yes,” he said as he started to pull on his jeans.  “I wish I could wash these jeans. I didn’t bring an extra pair.”

“Dump your pack, I’ll take everything down and put it in the washer,” I said.

“No, I can’t let you do my laundry, on top of everything else,” he said.

“I wouldn’t actually be doing your laundry. I would be dumping it in the washer. That’s how I do laundry,” I said.

“Yeah, me too,” he said, laughing.

“Come on, I’ll get it started before breakfast gets here,” I said.

He gathered up every stitch he owned, except for the shorts he had on and the clean T-shirt and socks still laying on the bed.

“Are you in college?” I asked.

“I was. I had to drop out for lack of funds. I’ll go back when I’ve earned enough for another semester.”

“I guess I didn’t get your name,” I said.

“Nathan.”

He didn’t offer his last name and I didn’t ask.

“Jim Barker. Where are you from?”

“Cincinnati.”

“You hitch-hiked all the way up here?”

“It’s the only way to travel. Even though it looks like it was for nothing,” he said.

“You don’t know that for sure till you call and check out some of the other motels,” I said.

“Why are you doing this, taking me in like a stray pup?” he asked.

“I’ve got a son a little younger than you. He’s in the marines. I would like to think somebody would take him in under similar circumstances.”

“A marine, huh. You got a picture of him?”

“Dumb question. What father of a marine doesn’t carry a picture of his son?” I said as I dug Jake’s pictures out of my wallet. I carried two of the ones he’d sent me. In one he was in full dress uniform, just his face and his broad shoulders and powerful chest filling up his uniform, his thick neck sticking out of the collar and his handsome face with that stern look that they always have in that particular pose.

“That’s his “don’t fuck with me” pose, I call it,” I said, handing him the photo. In the other shot he was outside with some buddies, in front of some kind of equipment. It wasn’t a pose but just a snapshot. He had on a pair of khaki shorts and combat boots and no shirt, revealing much of his hard, muscular body.

“Wow! He’s a stud,” Nathan said.

“He would like to think so,” I said.

“No doubt. Look at the way he’s built. And he is a marine. Has he got a girlfriend? Another dumb question. How many girlfriends does he have?”

I laughed. “I think there’s one special, but there are several girls who are writing to him.”

He was still studying the picture.  “Yeah, well, I’ll bet they’re all trying to work their way into being special.”

“I don’t know. He broke off all serious relationships before he left. Said it wasn’t fair to the girls, not knowing what might happen over there.”

“You gotta be damned proud of him,” he said.

“Yes, I am.”

I took his dirty clothes down to the laundry room and plugged the washer. Room service was just leaving when I got back. I tipped him and went inside. Nathan was checking out breakfast.

“Okay if we eat out on the balcony?” he asked.

“Sure.”

Breakfast was a feast of the eyes with the young stud sitting across from me.

“Why don’t you sack out till your laundry is done,” I said after we’d eaten.

“If you’re sure it’s okay. The bed looked mighty inviting,” he said.

“I paid for both beds and one’s not been used,” I said.

The warm shower and his belly full had its effect on Nathan. I turned the TV down and he was soon asleep, lying on his stomach. The sheet pulled down a little more each time he moved in his sleep till the edge was pulled across the mounds of his butt. He didn’t move again, and there it stayed. I sat watching and waiting. Finally I couldn’t take it. I rose up out of my chair and gently lifted the sheet and laid it down across his ankles. The full beauty of him took my breath away. I sat and gazed at him sleeping with the boyish innocence on his face. If I tried anything–would it shatter that innocence or was it a facade?

Certainly I doubted if he had a clue that his masculine beauty had such an effect on me or other men like me. It was all I could do to keep from crawling between his legs and burying my face in his gorgeous butt.

Suddenly, as if he had been attacked by some mysterious thing in a dream, he turned over. It was a sudden movement that almost twisted him onto his back with a force that caused his cock to smack softly against his thigh before it settled across his hefty balls. Now I was indeed privileged to his full beauty, and I took it all in, but my eyes fell to his cock. It was like a magnet drawing my gaze. My Godd, I wondered, how big is he, how big does he get? I loved that constant mystery of a man; you see his cock but you don’t know, you wonder and you wait in anticipation. In his sleep his young manhood was totally relaxed with no pretense of impressing anyone with its virility, yet it did, me and surely anyone who laid eyes on it. It lay rather heavily it seemed against his left thigh, laying over his balls and beyond. He was thick and meaty; one of those cocks that might not get much bigger when it was hard but there was something about this boy’s virility that promised otherwise. The head hung free, well beyond his balls, on the sheet, nestled just inside the generous collar of skin. That gave further promise of larger things to come. I followed the network of veins that criss-crossed the sheath like a road map. It was six inches at least, more, and I guessed I might not be able to touch my fingers around it. My imagination ran wild and, I realized, fueled my desire beyond the point of resistance, for my muscles were already straining to lift me out of my chair. The next moment I found myself standing beside the bed.

I gazed down at him. My Godd, he was beautiful, and I was sure, not aware of any of it. From the moment I was propelled out of my chair I knew I was doomed and I wondered what his reaction might be but at that point it didn’t matter. I had to have him. Or try. I dropped my hand very close to his chest but thought better of it. If I was going to touch him I might as well go for broke. I laid my hand very lightly on his manhood, arched down over his balls. He didn’t move and I lifted it. He was heavy.  I laid it up across his stomach. Even in its flaccid state the head reached to cover his navel. I laid my hand on him again with my finger touching just under the head and I thought I felt a slight pulsation. When he did not move I moved my fingertips across the tender area of the rim of his cock.  I swallowed the excess spit, realizing that my mouth was watering. Bolder now, I leaned down and touched him with my breath. Close up, I saw the pulsations and was encouraged and a little frightened. I touched the rim of his cock with my tongue and slid it back and forth along the rim. I felt him pulse again and began licking the tender area across where the head was set on the shaft. His cock began to grow, swelling thicker and slowly reaching beyond his navel like a snake stretching and coming awake. I watched in awe as his cock expanded and stretched further up across his lower abs, seven, eight, nine inches, till finally it lifted from his loins with a powerful throb to kiss my lips. My Godd, I thought, he’s huge!

I was nearly beside myself. I had come too far to go back. We kissed, me and his cock, several times and I licked off the precome that was oozing out. Finally, the next time he throbbed and lifted I wrapped my hand around his cock and brought it straight up. It swelled hard with appreciation, or perhaps anticipation. Godd, he was big! He was going to be a mouthful, not to mention the way he would fill my throat if I could get him down. I wet my lips and slid them gently over the curvature of the head till they were locked snugly around the gristled rim. The meaty ball bulged in my mouth and I got another taste of the sweet precome boiling out. Emboldened now, I began sucking him. Unable to resist, I gently cupped his balls as I moved my mouth up and down the thick shaft. I was able to take only half of him in my mouth; to venture further I would have to impale myself, which I would try to do as my throat relaxed.

He squirmed in the mattress and brought his arm down from over his head, brushing at the nuisance at his loins. He felt my face and woke up.

“Dam!” he said, lifting his head to look down at me. “I was wondering if you would try this.”

“I was working up to the challenge,” I said.

“The challenge. You mean my cock?”

“Yes. I was trying to convince myself I could take all of it.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you could, without choking,” he said.

“I’ve been choked before,” I said.  “Then you don’t mind.”

“Hell, no. Fuck, it feels great,” he said.

“Have you ever had anyone do this before?”

“Once, a long time ago. But he wasn’t very good at it. Oohhh!” he gasped as I slurped his cock.  “I usually sleep on my stomach. I’m glad I turned over.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered,” I said.

“Oh? Oh, really,” he said with a curious smile.

“Not with a butt like yours,” I said.

“You wanta show me what you mean by that?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“Turn over,” I said.

He rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs out. I maneuvered between them on my haunches and began massaging his taut butt muscles.

“You’ve got an incredible butt,” I said.

“Yeah, the girls tell me that,” he said, clenching the muscles for me.

I leaned down and kissed one side then the other.

“Wow! I never had anybody kiss my ass before. I’ve told plenty of people to do it but nobody ever did,” he joked.

I pulled his buns apart and lapped my tongue along the inner slopes. He hunkered his hips up, spreading his knees out wider.

“Don’t try to fuck me,” he said.

“No, I wouldn’t try that,” I said.

“Oh, why not? You said I’ve got an incredible ass.”

“Because you’re not the type to be fucked,” I said. “Get up on your hands and knees,” I told him .

He drew his legs up so he was positioned on his hands and knees. I bent down and buried my face in his butt, pulling it apart and tonguing his hole.

“Ohhh, Mannnn!” he cried softly.  “Awww, yeah…eat it, man…eat my ass.”

His words encouraged me and I ate him like a hungry puppy at its mother’s tit.  I was hungry and he fed me his ass. I worked my thumbs into the crevice to stretch him open. I tongued him some more till he was thrashing around against my face. Then I wet my thumb and tried to shove it through his hole but he reached back for my wrist to stop me.

“Let me use my fingers,” I said.

“Well…I guess that couldn’t hurt.”

“It won’t hurt. It’ll drive you up the walls.”

He relented and I gently worked my finger through his hole up to the first knuckle. When he seemed all right with it I shoved deeper, then deeper, till I was in as far as my finger would reach. Then I searched for his love nut. He let out a little gasp when I found it. I massaged it gently, causing his gasp to open up into a long, low groan of unmistakable pleasure.

“Ohh, Geezusss, what is that?” he asked over his shoulder as he wriggled his butt around on my finger.

“Your love nut,” I said. “It’s your prostate, the nerve center of your manhood and your sexuality.”

“I’ve heard of it, but I had no idea…Awwwhhh…Ohhhh…that it felt like that! Ohh, fuck! Keep doing that!”

I kept fingering his ass and went back to sucking his cock. The combination was too much for him and he exploded, without warning. There was a surprised little gasp followed by a surprised moan, and he was unloading in my mouth as his body lurched on the bed. I kept hold of him and kept my finger busy inside his ass till he reached down and grabbed hold of my wrist.

“You gotta stop! Fuck, I can’t take anymore!” he gasped.

I slowly pulled my finger free, at the same time, swallowing his load of come. I think that’s when he fully realized what had happened.

“Oh, fuck! I went off in your mouth! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” he said.

“Don’t apologize for a load like that,” I said as I milked his rubbery cock to pull and squeeze the last of his semen out and licked it off.  “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He let out a sigh of relief and relaxed back on the bed, his forearm thrown across his eyes. “Fuck, I never had anything like that happen to me before,” he said.

“And?” I asked.

“And what?” he asked, lifting his arm.

“And, lying there with your arm covering your eyes gives me the notion that you might have some regrets, that maybe you wished you hadn’t allowed it to happen.”

“Aw, shit, no. Far from it,” he declared. “I didn’t know exactly what you were doing to me, but I sure would’ve let it happen if I’d known.”

“Would you like for it to happen again?” I asked.

“Fuck, yeah,” he said.  “I could lay here and let it happen as long as you wanta do it.”

“Okay, but you’d better try to locate your friend,” I said.  “And give them this room number in case he shows up.”

He called around to the other motels but there was no Aaron Parks registered. He laid down the phone with a sigh. “I guess he’s not going to show. And maybe I should be getting on my way.”

“What happened to letting it happen as long as I wanta do it?”  I asked.

“How long do you have the room?” he asked.

“Another night. He might still show up,” I offered as encouragement, but more to convince him to stay longer.

He was about to say something when there came a knock at the door.  I got up to answer it. I was taken aback when I opened the door. There stood the most gorgeous Marine I had ever seen, even in the recruiting posters. He was even better looking than my own son.

“Would there be a guy named Nathan here?” he asked.

“There would,” I said as I stepped aside to let him in.

Nathan had heard his friend’s voice and was coming toward us.

“Aaron! Where the fuck have you been?” he cried as he rushed up to him and grabbed him in a tight bear hug, with no apparent inhibitions that he was stark naked.

“Got tied up along the way. Car trouble, and a couple more things,” he said, sounding very noncommittal.  Aaron, too, seemed to think nothing of his buddy being naked in another man’s motel room.

“You can explain later. Geezusss, it’s great to see you. You look great! You didn’t tell me you joined the Marines, fucker.”

“I wanted to surprise you. I just got out of basic. You’re looking pretty fuckin’ great yourself. Shit, look at that tan. What island did you spend the summer on? And what the fuck, don’t you wear clothes?” he asked, glancing at me as if for the answer.

“This is Jim Barker, by the way. He sort of took me in when he found me sleeping out on the beach,” Nathan said.

Aaron gave me what I thought was a suspicious look. We shook hands and the boys went back to talking and getting reacquainted. It was a rewarding sight, watching the two handsome, young studs embrace and laugh together after such a long time apart. I was deciding how I could keep them together for a while but I didn’t think it would work out with just my room.  I stepped over to the phone and called the desk and inquired about the room next door; I had noticed that it was adjoining. It was available so I took it.

“I need to go over to the office for a minute,” I said.

I walked to the office and registered the Marine and Nathan and picked up the keys. When I came back I went into the next room and unlocked the door then went back around to my room. The two were standing out on the balcony, chattering, getting caught up on the last four years.

“You slept on the beach? Well, that doesn’t surprise me,” Aaron said.

“You didn’t reserve a room,” Nathan reminded him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Hey, thanks for taking care of my buddy,” he said to me.

“I did my best,” I said, with a quick, sly glance at Nathan.

“Well, I forgot to ask about a room; I’d better go back over and see what they’ve got available,” Aaron said.

I held up the key to the next room. “It’s been taken care of,” I said, nodding to the adjoining door.

“Hey, thanks.”

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that. You’ve done enough already,” Nathan said.

“Let’s say I’m doing it to show my support of our troops,” I said. “And I would be happy to show further support by taking you guys out to dinner.”

“Are you going to make him get dressed first?” Aaron joked.

We walked to a restaurant nearby where the two boys ate like farm hands. They also ordered beer when I did, and the waiter didn’t question them for IDs.

“Dam, I sort of miss being asked for my ID,” Nathan joked.

“I haven’t been asked for an ID since I put the uniform on,” said Aaron.

“Well, hell, look at you. Nobody’s going to question you,” Nathan said.

We sat and talked and I mostly listened to their stories of their times in high school, and Aaron’s tales of basic training.  I kept the beer coming, and they didn’t seem to notice that I only downed one for every three they drank. I was surprised they held it as well as they did, but when they began getting a little too funny, I cut them off and suggested we go back to the motel.

Aaron went into the next room to check it out and thanked me again for getting them a place to stay. He started taking off his uniform in my room, walking back and forth go his room to hang each piece up then coming back into my room to remove the next piece.

“Full belly and too much beer makes me sleepy,” he said. “I don’t know about you guys but I’m going to hit the sack.” He directed his last remark more to Nathan.

“Yeah, I’ll join you,” Nathan said.

I was hoping they would leave the door open but Aaron closed it.  I lay awake for over an hour, listening for signs of some kind of activity in their room, but it grew quiet and remained so.  I sort of regretted getting the room; I wished I’d had them both in my bed.

The next morning, after I was showered and dressed, I tried the door between our two rooms. It was locked on their side; I had left my side unlocked. I decided to wait for a little bit. I wanted to take them to breakfast but I didn’t want to interrupt their sleep. Or whatever might be happening. It was incomprehensible to me that two big, good-looking, muscle studs like them could share the same bed without getting it on, but then straight guys don’t think like that. It was nearly an hour before I heard the door opening.

“Are you awake?” Nathan asked quietly, sticking his head in the door.

“Yeah, come on in. I was going to come in and wake you guys up and see if you were hungry but the door was locked.”

“Yeah, Aaron’s afraid of the boogie man,” he said dryly.

“You wanta wake him up?” I asked.

“No, let him sleep,” Nathan said. It seemed odd, the way he said it. I couldn’t tell whether it was “let him sleep, he’s tired” or “fuck him, let him sleep.” I didn’t ask any questions.

Walking over to the breakfast room, Nathan was quiet. Too quiet, I thought. I was curious about him and Aaron so I asked the generic question, “How’d things go?”  His reply knocked the wind out of me.

“He fucked me!” he said, as matter-of-factly as if he’d said it was raining.

“What?” I stopped in my tracks. “He fucked with you? What’d he do?”

“No, he fucked me. Literally.”

“Oh.” It was all I could think of to say. I didn’t know what to think; he didn’t seem outraged or devastated; more surprised and disbelieving that such a thing could’ve happened. “I, uh…I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say,” I said as we walked on.

“There’s not much to say. I got my ass fucked for the first time in my life by my best friend. I think I liked it.”

I swallowed hard, now less sure what I should say, so I said that.  “Well, now I really don’t know what to say.”  But I was especially intrigued by his remark, that he did think he liked it.

We went inside and got in the short line at the breakfast bar. With our plates filled, I led the way to a table in the far corner, out of earshot in case Nathan had more he wanted to tell me. I was so pleased that he was so comfortable talking to me about it. Sure enough, when we sat down he started talking again, without much encouragement from me.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Sure. I just don’t know where it came from…from out in left field…We were horsing around and wrestling around on the bed like we used to do in high school and the son-of-a-bitch got me pinned on my stomach and before I knew it, he was putting it to me. I was so stunned I couldn’t even fight him off, or didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen.”

I found it hard to believe that he couldn’t have prevented it but I didn’t know the guy’s mindset.

“It was weird; like it was preordained, and there was nothing I could do about it,” he went on. “The really scary part is, I sort of liked it, in a way. I said I didn’t, but I must have, because he made me come.  It was sort of like what you did to me with your fingers, only a hundred times more intense. This has been the weirdest time of my life. I got my cock sucked for the first time, then I got my ass fucked for the first time and my head’s just spinning with all of it.  I had no idea I was gay.”

“Whoa! Whoa!” I said, holding up my hand. “It’s not a good idea to make rash judgments when your head’s spinning.”

“I wasn’t making rash judgments,” he said.

“Yes, you did. Experimenting around with gay sex a couple of times doesn’t make you gay,” I told him.

“How many times does it take?” he asked. “How many times was it for you before you decided you were gay. If you are,” he added.

“I am, I don’t apologize for it, and you don’t need to be embarrassed about saying it,” I said. “It’s not a matter of counting the times and when you reach some magic number on the gay meter, presto, you’re officially gay. Gay is something you are, or you’re not. It’s only a matter of discovery.”

“Okay, how many times was it for you before you discovered you were gay? And how do you know for sure? I mean, I certainly enjoyed getting head from you, and I know that doesn’t make anybody gay. Straight guys get head all the time. But straight guys don’t go around turning their butts up for a stiff cock as a matter of course.”

“You said he pinned you,” I said.

“Yeah, but I gotta wonder…hell, he’s a Marine and all, but look at me, I could’ve thrown him off if I’d tried. Truth is…I’m afraid the truth is, I wanted it to happen, in a way.  I must’ve, otherwise I would’ve at least tried to stop him. So how do know? What’s the defining moment, or the defining act? What do you do, spin the wheel and see where it lands? Gay…Straight…Bi…or somewhere in between?”

“How about who-the-fuck-gives-a-shit,” I said.

“Hey, I give a shit,” he said emphatically. “I just got my ass fucked, and it scares the hell out of me that I might have liked it. No, that I liked it as much as I did. I’m afraid to ask myself if I liked it enough to want it to happen again. Shit, I’m half afraid of being in the room with him, and crawling into bed with him again. I’m afraid to face him. That’s the reason I didn’t want to wake him.”

“He’s going to wake up, you know,” I said.

“Yes but I might be gone,” he said. “I was thinking after I eat, I could go back to your room and get my stuff and just disappear.”

“I don’t think you want to do that, just up and scrap a long time friendship like that,” I said.

He looked away to gaze out the window for a moment.  “No, I guess I don’t.”

“I don’t think facing him is going to be all that much of a problem, Nathan,” I said. “He might be just as fucked up in the head over it as you are. I mean, maybe it surprised him too, that things progressed the way they did, and so fast. You both had quite a bit to drink, and you were wrestling around. I don’t know, but it could be that things just got out of control and sucked you both in, like your bodies just took over.”

“Yeah, that’s what I told myself when I woke up this morning; we both had too much to drink,” he said.

“You don’t think he planned for it to happen, do you?” I asked.

“No,” he said, shaking his head.  “I don’t think he planned it.”

“So, with the help of too much beer, and testosterone, it just happened,” I said.

“Yeah, but it happened to me,” he said.

“It happened to him, too,” I said.  “Think about it, turn it around if you can; if it’d been the other way around, don’t you think you might be a little screwed up in the head to realize you fucked your best friend? Especially if he’s awake about now and wondering where you are.”

“Yeah, I probably shouldn’t have gone off and left him like that.”

I happened to glance to the side and saw Aaron walking across the parking lot. “Well, here he comes,” I said. I saw Nathan tense up.

“Oh, shit,” he said under his breath.

“Hey, don’t panic, it’s going to be all right,” I said quietly. But I wasn’t so sure.  When Aaron came in I was sure he glanced our way but he didn’t made any kind of acknowledgement and went straight to the line. When he had moved close to the coffee service, I got up to go get a coffee refill. He stepped back for me.

“I see you finally woke up. We’re sitting over in the corner,” I said.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, in a mumbling tone. “I’ll be over.”

I went back and sat down. Nathan was looking at him.

“I told him where we were sitting. I don’t think he saw us,” I said.

“Is he coming over to sit with us?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t know what to say to him,” Nathan said.

“You don’t have to say anything about last night; you couldn’t tell him anything he doesn’t already know. Just see how things go,” I told him. I saw the way he tensed up again when Aaron walked toward us.

“Hey,” Aaron said as he pulled a chair out and sat down with two plates of food.

“Hey,” Nathan said back.

“You should’ve woke me up,” said Aaron.

“I figured you might want to sleep,” Nathan said.

“Yeah, rough night,” Aaron said, with an intense look across the table at his friend.

Nathan didn’t say anything, Aaron wolfed down his food, and I could feel the tension building up in that corner of the room.  I decided I needed to pull an intervention.

“You guys need to talk. I’m going to take my coffee and go back to my room,” I said.

“You told him?” Aaron asked Nathan.

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to leave,” Aaron said to me.

“Okay.”

“Look, I’m sorry, man,” he said to Nathan.

“Maybe this isn’t the best place to talk about it,” I put in.

“It’s fine,” Aaron said, looking all around.  Then he looked at Nathan again. “I said I’m sorry.”

“I heard you,” Nathan said.

“But you’re not going to accept my apology?”

“I don’t know if I want to,” Nathan said.

“Well, screw you again,” Aaron said flippantly.

“No, I don’t know if I want an apology,” Nathan said, looking down at his plate.

“Well, if you don’t want an apology, what do you want?”

“I don’t know.  I want my head to stop spinning for one thing, so I can think,” said Nathan. “I was starting to do okay till you walked in the door.”

“Sorry I screwed up your head, but I still don’t know what you want from me,” Aaron said dryly.

I interrupted again.  “Guys, this needs to be taken back to your room where you can say what you wanta say,” I told them.

Aaron shoveled in several more bites of food and washed it down with coffee then stood up.  “Okay, I’m done, let’s go.”

We walked back across the parking lot and I let us into my room. The adjoining door was open and when Aaron came in behind me he went straight for their room.  Nathan was hesitant, looked at me like he didn’t know what to do.  I motioned for him to go in with his friend. He did, but he didn’t close the door, so I couldn’t help but hear them.

“I said I’m sorry,” Aaron said. “But if you’re not going to accept my apology, then you gotta tell me what you want from me, cause I don’t know what else to say. But you have to tell me Nate, because I don’t want our friendship to come to an end over a piece of ass.”

“Is that what it was to you, a piece of ass?” Nathan asked, sounding hurt and angry.

“No!” Aaron replied emphatically.  “No, it was…it was…well, you’re probably gonna get more pissed at me for saying this, but it was the best damned sex I ever had.  Because it…it meant something,” he added in a lower tone.

“The best?” Nathan said, sounding surprised now. “Considering all the girls you’ve laid, that’s saying a lot.”

“It was a lot,” Aaron said. “So I guess I’m not really apologizing, at least I’m not sorry it happened…I’m sorry I hurt you, but I don’t think that could be helped. And let’s face it, Nate, you didn’t really try to fight me all that hard…did you?”

There was a pause before he replied in a soft tone, “No, I…I guess I didn’t.”

“Yeah. If you had, you could’ve stopped me…thrown me off,” Aaron said.

Another quiet pause.

“Are we okay, then?” Aaron asked.

“Yeah, I guess so.  I mean, it’s not enough to fuck up a friendship, is it?” Nate said.

“Was it enough to wanta do it again?” Aaron asked.

I cringed inside, even though I could tell by his tone that he was laughing when he said it.

“Fucker,” Nate growled, laughing.

Then I heard them wrestling around, and laughing louder. I went to the door to see Nate’s jeans ripped open and he was struggling to keep Aaron from tugging them down while he fought to take Aaron’s shirt off. They saw me and stopped.

“Glad to see you guys worked things out,” I said, smiling.

“It was just a big misunderstanding,” Aaron said, laughing.

“Is that what you call it?” Nate yelled, grabbing a pillow to beat him with.

“Well, hey, you gotta admit, it was big,” Aaron said, ducking out of the way.

“Fuckin’ dam near drilled me a new asshole,” Nate groaned.

“And what was that white gooey stuff all over your chest and stomach?” Aaron chided him.  “You liked it, fucker; you shot off as big a load as I did.”

“How would you know that?  Yours is swimming around in my ass.”

I laughed with them, happy to see that their friendship had not only been salvaged, but the bond between them strengthened.

“Look, guys, I had myself scheduled to move on today, so I’m going to be checking out. But I’m going to extend your room for another night,” I told them. I grinned and added, “So you don’t have to sleep out with the sea gulls,” directing my remark at Nate.

They both sobered up and got off the bed, Nate holding his jeans together.

“Do you really have go?” he said.

“Yeah, it’d be great if you could stay,” said Aaron.

I smiled again.  “I don’t think you guys need me around. Looks like you’ve got your differences resolved,” I said, nodding to Nate’s open fly.  “And if I don’t go, I won’t be able to work in every place I wanted to visit.”

“Well, it’s great of you to give us the room,” Nate said.

“Yeah, I wish there was some way we could pay you back,” Aaron said.

I couldn’t help smiling again as I glanced at Nate, still holding his fly together instead of buttoning his jeans.  I got the feeling he was waiting to see if I left so Aaron could finish taking them off of him.

“Well…since you mention it,” I said.

“He’s never had a blowjob,” Nate said eagerly.

“No kidding; you went straight for the gold,” I said.

“It wasn’t planned that way,” Aaron said.  “None of it was planned.”

“Well, I don’t know if I would be able to match what Nate gave you, but I’d be willing to give it a try sometime…just for the sake of comparison,” I said as I pulled out my wallet and took out two of my business cards.

“For the record, I didn’t give him my ass,” Nate said.  “He took it.”

I handed them each a card.  “If you’re ever going to be in this area, give me a call,” I said.

They looked a little disappointed, but I was sure their disappointment would vanish the moment I walked out the door.

 

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