Sex in the Sky

Even though Brandon had seen pictures of Wilson, the image he”d built of him in his mind was of a man with almost super-human abilities, able to blend in anywhere at any time. A chameleon capable of wreaking havoc and destruction of mammoth proportions. He”d inflated Wilson, made him into some type of mythological phantom. Now he saw him for exactly what he was: a corpse. Death, the great equalizer.

The Sunshine Motel didn”t exactly live up to its name, but had the room not been crawling with Howard”s men, it wouldn”t have been half bad. The single bed and double dresser looked new, and the floral wallpaper gave the place a homey touch. The carpet was clean, and the sheets probably had been, too, before Wilson decided to die on them. A table beside the bed held a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass.

Brandon stood in the doorway surveying the scene when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Howard standing behind him.

“Thanks for getting here so fast, Nash. How”s Doc doing?”

“Anxious. I called my brother to stay with him until I get back.”

Howard nodded. “This place has a coffee shop just around the corner. We can talk there while my guys finish up in here.”

Brandon followed Howard into the brightly lit café. An attractive young waitress came and took their order, smiling and laughing as if it was an everyday occurrence to have a customer die in one of the rooms. Not that Brandon could find fault with her. Personally, he felt like doing cartwheels over Wilson”s dead body. The coffee arrived and he took a bracing sip before saying, “What do you know so far?”

Howard drank down half of the scalding liquid in his own cup in one long sip. “Wilson had a telephone call up at the main desk sometime around eleven o”clock. The clerk transferred it to his room, but no one answered. The caller, who identified himself as Wilson”s brother, insisted that the clerk go down there and check on him. The door was unlocked, so he went inside. That”s when he found the body.”

“Any ideas on cause of death?”

“The coroner didn”t find any signs of physical trauma, but you know as well as I do that doesn”t mean anything. I”ve put a rush order on the autopsy, so maybe we”ll know within the next couple of days. We”re running a trace on the phone call, and of course, doing the whole “fine-toothed-comb” routine on the room. So far, we haven”t turned up anything useful, but there”s always hope.” Howard took another swig of coffee. “At least you know Wilson”s no longer a threat to Doc.”

“It sure seems that way, doesn”t it?”

Howard leaned back against the vinyl booth and eyed Brandon with a cop”s perception. “What”s with you, Nash? I should think you”d be damn happy right about now. I know I am, and it”s not even my fiancé that was being threatened.”

Brandon ran his fingers through his hair. “Am I happy that Wilson”s no longer in a position to hurt Nate or anyone else? Hell, yes. But doesn”t it all feel a bit too easy to you?”

“Explain.”

Brandon pushed his cup aside and said, “I”m not sure I “can” explain it, exactly. It”s more a feeling than anything.” He pulled a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and laid it on the table in front of Howard. “Ben Franklin there says that the autopsy reveals Wilson died of natural causes. Four more just like him if it isn”t said to be some kind of heart failure.”

Howard whistled “Five hundred bucks on heart failure, huh? I might take that bet if you didn”t seem so damn sure of yourself.”

“Right now all I”m sure of is that this whole thing is coming together just a little too neatly for my taste. The evidence against Calder, the connections to Wilson, and now the only witness, the hit man, all nice and dead, almost as if on cue. I”ve been a cop in one form or another for too damn long not to know that cases don”t just come to a pretty little gift-wrapped conclusion.”

Howard said, “Not that I”m disagreeing with you, but you should know that once the autopsy”s done, my office is going to call me and my team back to Washington. With Wilson dead, we”re officially out of it.”

“No offense, Howard, and don”t think I haven”t been grateful for the help, but I believe I can take it from here.” The gleam in Brandon”s eyes was savage, feral. “If Calder isn”t Wilson”s money man, I”ll find the bastard who is. And God help him when I do.”

* * *

Nate was sitting at the table when Brandon came in the next morning. The minute Bran walked through the door, Nate got up and fixed him a plate of eggs, sausage and biscuits. Brandon walked over to the stove and gave him a slow kiss. He pulled back and took his plate over to the table. Nate brought over two fresh cups of coffee and sat down beside him.

“You look like you”ve had a rough night.”

Brandon took in Nate”s bloodshot eyes and uncombed hair. “So do you. Did you sleep at all?”

“A little bit.” He gave Brandon a sheepish grin. “I have trouble sleeping when you aren”t with me.”

Brandon thought back to his long month in the guest room, and to all the nightmares he”d had before Nate came along. “Believe me when I tell you, I know how you feel.” He looked around the kitchen. “Where”s Keith? Come to think of it, I didn”t see his car outside.”

“He got a call from the hospital about an hour ago. One of his MS patients was having an episode, so he had to go. And before you have a fit, Deputy Mason has been on duty all night long. If you look through the kitchen window, you can see his car.”

“I”m not going to pitch a fit, but I didn”t want you to be alone. I know how hard this has been on you.”

Nate reached across the table and took Brandon”s hand. “I”m alright, Bran.” He took a deep breath. “Is Wilson really dead?”

Brandon stood up, bringing Nate with him. He led him into the living room and sat down on the couch, pulling Nate onto his lap. He wrapped both arms around him and said, “He”s dead, baby. I saw the body myself.”

Nate laid his head against Brandon”s shoulder. “Your breakfast is getting cold.”

Brandon rubbed his hands up and down Nate”s back. “I”m not worried about food right now. All I care about is how you”re taking all this.”

Nate drew in another deep breath and let it out again slowly. “I”m not sure, Brandon. I mean, as a doctor, I was taught that all life is sacred. At the same time, I feel like doing flips in the back yard because the bastard who put poor Marjorie Newman in a coma and killed Amy won”t be able to hurt anyone ever again.” He caressed Brandon”s shoulder and fingered the ridge of scar tissue under his shirt. “The stitches may be gone, but you”ll always have a scar from that knife Wilson tossed at you. I wanted him dead for that alone.”

Brandon un-tucked Nate”s shirt so he could massage the small of his back, skin to skin. The contact with Nate”s warm flesh helped drive away the chill of the last few hours. “I had to force myself not to do a gymnastics routine over Wilson”s corpse, so I imagine those feelings are normal. Even if they aren”t, nobody”s gonna fault you for them.”

Nate sighed as Brandon worked the tension out of his muscles. “Any idea as to cause of death?”

“Howard put a rush job on the autopsy. We should know within the next couple of days.”

“What about my dad? What”s going to happen to him?”

Brandon tipped him back over his arm so he could look into his eyes. “I”m not going to lie to you, Nate. There”s enough evidence for a good prosecutor to put him away. Are you going to be okay with that?”

Nate”s face hardened. “Yeah. Before, when it was just me, I had mixed feelings, but with you getting in Wilson”s way and Amy gone. . .” He trailed off as tears filled his eyes.

Brandon brought him against his chest again. “Shh, baby. We don”t have to talk about this right now.”

Nate shook his head. “Actually, we do. Now that my father is in custody and the investigation on what”s left of my office has been concluded, the insurance agent is anxious to settle. He called me yesterday afternoon. Apparently Howard filed his report and my insurance company wants it all over and done with.”

Brandon kissed Nate”s forehead. “Why didn”t you tell me last night?”

Nate leaned back and gave him a grin. “If you”ll remember, I had other plans last night.” His expression grew serious again. “Then Howard called, and you had to leave. This is really the first chance I”ve had to discuss it with you.”

Brandon studied his face. “Something about this is bothering you, I can tell. What is it?”

“Just a weird feeling I got from talking to the agent on the phone. His name is Ralph Tatum. He seems like a nice enough guy.”

“But?”

Nate looped his arms around Brandon”s neck. “Tatum was really nervous on the phone. Kept talking about the importance of settling this right away. He”s coming out to the house this afternoon.”

Brandon raised a brow. “On a Saturday?”

“That”s what I thought, too. He said it was of the “utmost importance that we reach an understanding as soon as possible,” whatever the hell that means. When I bought the policy, I thought the whole thing was pretty cut and dried. I bought the building because Amy and Mike had just purchased a house, and she and I thought it would be easier if it was only in my name. Since my name is on the deed, I bought the insurance. My policy was all inclusive, so what”s there to settle?”

Brandon leaned his head against the couch. “What time is he coming?”

“Three.”

Brandon glanced down at his watch. “It”s just after eight now.”

“Why don”t you go upstairs and get some rest? You”re dead on your feet.”

Brandon hated to admit it, but Nate was right. “Promise you”ll get me up in a few hours so I can meet this Tatum guy with you?”

Nate gave him a soft kiss on the lips and smiled. “I promise. Now get that sexy butt of yours in bed.”

A few minutes later, Brandon went, thinking about all the things he wanted Nate to do to his butt, sexy or otherwise.

* * *

Ralph Tatum was a jittery little thing. Nate guessed him to be about five-four, five-five, tops. He was paper thin and almost bald with just a touch of bright red peach fuzz on top of his head. Nate surveyed the twitch in his jaw and figured it was probably a permanent affliction.

Nate and Brandon sat on the couch together, while Mr. Tatum took one of the easy chairs. He put his briefcase on the coffee table and cleared his throat. “Dr. Morris, perhaps it would be better if we discussed this in private.”

Nate shook his head. “Brandon is my fiancé, Mr. Tatum. Whatever you have to say to me concerns him, too. Frankly, I”d like to know why you”re giving us the old cloak and dagger routine. The policy I bought from you is ironclad. Why the big production over a straightforward insurance claim?”

Tatum shifted in his chair. “There is no insurance claim, Dr. Morris. Your policy was canceled five weeks ago.”

Nate felt like he”d been slapped. “I beg your pardon?”

“Five weeks ago, you came into our office and canceled your policy. I have the papers right here.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

Tatum shook his head. “The agent who handled the cancellation said you were adamant about severing all ties with our company.”

Nate stared at him in stunned disbelief. “What do you mean, severing all ties? Chicago Security has handled all my policies since I moved up here. You paid my claim when my apartment and office were trashed, and again when I wrecked my car. Are you trying to say that I came in and cancelled everything, even after all that?”

“Are you saying you didn”t?”

Nate was doing his best not to get angry. “Hell, yes, that”s what I”m saying. And if you”re going to deny my claim, you”d better have proof that I did.”

Tatum opened his briefcase and pulled out a termination-of-service form. He handed it to Nate with shaking fingers.

Nate moved the paper so that Brandon could see it, too. Brandon was the first one to speak. “That”s Nate”s name, but it isn”t his signature.”

Tatum looked like he was about to cry. “Are you certain?”

Nate got up and started pacing the room. After a minute, he turned back to Tatum, trying hard not to yell. “Don”t you think I would remember canceling my own damn insurance policy?” A sudden thought crossed his mind. “Did you say I canceled everything, even my malpractice insurance?”

“Yes.”

Brandon caught on. “So you would have had to issue a refund check, right?”

Tatum nodded and pulled another document out of his briefcase. “Yes. Dr. Morris, or whoever he was, wanted the money right then. The young agent who handled the transaction offered to mail it to him, but he demanded it be given to him immediately. Since I was out of the office, my secretary wrote the check. She assures me that the young man showed the proper ID and had all your policy information. Here”s the photocopy of the cancelled check from the bank.” He handed the paper to Nate. Brandon came over to stand behind him and look over his shoulder.

Nate stared down at the endorsement on the check. It was blurred and hard to read, but Nate was sure he could see a difference. He compared it to the signature on the termination agreement. “I”m no expert, but these signatures don”t match each other any more than they match mine.”

Brandon said, “It”s hard to tell, but the bank that cashed this check should have video surveillance of the transaction, and the check is time stamped. Shouldn”t be too hard to track it down.”

Tatum was still sitting in the chair, looking up at both of them. “If you can prove that the claim was cancelled under false pretenses, of course, our office will pay for all the damages.”

Nate saw the expression on Brandon”s face and felt a chill go down his spine when he said, “We”ll prove it, Tatum. You can count on it.”

* * *

Brandon hung up the phone and came back into the living room where Nate and Tatum were sitting. He took his place by Nate on the couch and said, “I just talked to Clive Rogers, manager of the Carlin Bank and Trust in Chicago, the place where that check was cashed. They send all their security tapes to the main office in Cleveland. He”s calling now to ask them to be shipped back here, but it will take until next week sometime to get them back.”

Tatum stood up and grabbed his briefcase. “Until this matter is settled, there”s nothing my office can do.”

Brandon stood up as well. Nate couldn”t help noticing the way the little man cringed at the tone of Brandon”s voice. “Actually, there is.”

“What”s that?”

“Tomorrow, I want you to have everyone who was in the office that day assemble at the Reed County Sheriff”s Station by twelve o”clock.”

Tatum started to stammer. “But. . .but tomorrow”s Sunday. You can”t expect my people to come in on Sunday.”

Nate could tell by the color rising in Brandon”s face that he was getting angry. “Look, Mr. Tatum. Your office screwed up, so I expect you and your employees to do whatever it takes to rectify this situation. Are we clear?”

Ralph Tatum looked like he was ready to faint. “Yes, we”re clear.” He was clutching his briefcase to his chest like a shield. “If you”ll excuse me, I should really be going.”

Nate got up and said, “I”ll walk you out.” When Brandon started to follow, Nate put his hand against his chest. “You stay here and cool down.”

When Nathan got done with Tatum, he came back to find Brandon still fuming. He sat down beside him and took his hand. “Want to tell me why you nearly took Tatum”s head off?”

Brandon ran his free hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. “Because the little runt didn”t want to co-operate, that”s why. Hell, Nate, his office let some guy come in and cash in all your policies, and he acts like it”s no big deal. Well it is, damn it.”

“I know, but getting mad about it isn”t going to change anything. Why do you want them all at the office tomorrow, anyway?”

“I”m going to show them Wilson”s picture and see if he was the one who posed as you. It”s all we”ve got to go on right now, anyway.”

Nate leaned back against the cushions and closed his eyes. “What about the different signatures on the cancellation agreement and the check?”

“I”ll have a handwriting expert look at it, but the signature on the check has been blurred so badly, it”s gonna be hard to tell.”

Nate sighed. “He really messed up by not killing me in the bombing, didn”t he?”

“What do you mean?”

Nate turned his head so that he was staring Brandon in the face. “Wilson and whoever was paying him cashed in my policies a week before the bombing. If I had died in the explosion, no one would ever have known I didn”t cancel the insurance myself. I guess they figured they could use the money to have a big ole” “Nate”s dead” celebration.”

Brandon reached over and smoothed back Nate”s hair. “It”s almost over, Nate. At least one of the key players is dead, and Howard is pretty sure we”ve got the other one in custody.”

“My father.”

“Yep. He”s sitting in a Georgia jail without bond waiting to be extradited to Illinois.”

Nate closed his eyes again. “And what if he isn”t guilty, Bran? What then?”

Brandon pulled him into his arms and said, “Then we”ll find the guy who”s responsible, babe. You trust me, don”t you?”

Nate nodded. “Right now, angel, you”re the only one I do.”

* * *

Nate sat in Brandon”s office while he questioned the employees of the Chicago Security Insurance Company in the interrogation room. After about an hour, Brandon came back in, grinning from ear to ear.

“Both the guy who handled the cancellation and the secretary who wrote the check positively identified Wilson from his picture. You should have seen the look on Tatum”s face. He”s ready to settle the claim whenever you are, by the way. I think he”s afraid you”re going to sue his ass.”

Nate shook his head. “It was never about the money, Bran. You know that.”

Brandon nodded. “I know.” He turned his head to the side and studied Nate for a minute. “You look awful cute sitting behind my desk, curled up in my chair like that. Ever thought of going into law enforcement? I”d love to show you how to use a pair of handcuffs.”

Nate laughed. “You and your bondage fantasies.” He got up and motioned for Brandon to have a seat. When he did, Nate sat down on his lap, one of their favorite positions for talking. “I would like to talk to you about my employment situation, though.”

Brandon wrapped both arms around him. “Go ahead.”

“I don”t think I want to open up another practice.” He gave Brandon a good looking over and said, “How would you feel about me trying to get a staff job at Chicago General?” Brandon started to speak, but Nate cut him off. “Before you answer, you should know that my hours will be erratic, and I”ll be on call a lot more. It won”t be as bad as it was when I was a resident, but I won”t have anything near regular hours.”

Brandon said, “You know I want whatever will make you happy. I assume you”ll be working with premature babies again?”

“Yeah. Keith just happened to mention that Chicago General has an opening for a pediatrician in the NICU.”

Brandon grinned. “I”ll just bet he did.” Brandon reached up and cupped Nate”s chin with one hand. “Irregular hours don”t bother me. God knows you”ve put up with enough of them out of me lately. Whatever you want to do, I”m behind you one-hundred percent.”

“I think I”m ready to go back into hospital medicine again. When I came up here from Atlanta, I wanted a break, and the idea of working with Amy was a dream come true. Private practice won”t be the same without her.”

“What about the patients you have now?”

Nate said, “One of the doctors who”s been handling my calls since. . .well, you know. Anyway, Dr. Brandt is his name. He has a wife and two small children and wants to move them out of Chicago. He mentioned last week that he”d like to start a practice in Reed. I think he”ll do well here.”

The simple sad truth was that it wasn’t over between him and me. Not by a long shot . . .

“To be continued…”

I jogged home in the cool, damp dark. Several times during the night, I awakened and thought about what Hank and I had done. In the morning I woke up with a raging hard-on.

For the next two weeks, the workouts and attending Hank’s class went on as usual, only we didn’t stop by his place for coffee after the workouts. I went out on dates with several different girls. We made out a lot and that made me feel better, but the feel of my dick in Hank’s mouth still interested, and aroused, me.

One Thursday evening, while we were dressing after our workout, Hank asked, ‘Are you doing anything late Saturday morning?’

‘No. Just studying. And, maybe, my laundry.’

‘Why don’t you come over for lunch. We can do your laundry while we eat.’

‘Er, sure.’ I thought about his mouth on my dick. ‘That’d be great. Thanks. What time?’

‘Whenever you like. Say ten thirty or eleven?’

‘Eleven will work.’ I hoped I didn’t appear eager. Hank seemed to be a little eager too.

Promptly, at eleven, I rang the doorbell at Hank’s.

‘Come on in, Jeremy. Where’s your laundry?’

‘I did it last night. My date cancelled at the last minute.’

‘Oh, that’s too bad. Was it a hot date?’

‘No, just a movie and maybe a brew or two afterwards.’

‘Sounds like fun.’ A timer beeped in the background. ‘Sounds like lunch is ready.’

While we ate, we talked about our workouts, jogging, classes, and everything but what we both knew we wanted to talk about. We cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. When Hank casually mentioned that he had downloaded and printed some of the pictures.

We went into his den where he took an envelope out of the desk. The first print out of the envelope was the one where Hank had just finished sucking me off. My eyes were closed, there was a slight smile on my face and my hard dick looked all wet and shiny from being in Hank’s mouth. Several of the other prints were of Hank shooting his cum onto me. He managed to get one just as his cock erupted into a long stream of thick cum. In the last print I was covered with cum and grinning like a real slut.

Hank had his arm around my waist as we thumbed through the stack of pictures. ‘Would you take some photos of me?’

I looked at him, ‘Sure.’

“And if it is o.k., I’d like to take some more of you and of you and me together.’

‘How are you going to do that?’

‘I’ll show you.’ I followed Hank into a room that had very little furniture in it, but he had several cameras set up on tripods positioned around the room. ‘The cameras will be set on automatic.’ He handed me a digital camera, ‘Use this and snap some as I strip.’

When Hank was undressed, he took the camera, ‘Now you.’

I stripped as he snapped away. He put the camera down and went around to each of the other cameras. We stood in the center of the room. We started out by holding hands and touching each other. We got more explicit as Hank held our dicks together. We kissed and the kisses became more that just lips brushing together. Hank continued to rub our dicks together. We were both hard and erect.

I reached down and touched them. I’d never touched another man’s dick before. Hank moved his hands. His dick felt thick and heavy and warm in my hand. I used my other hand and found his balls. Hank smiled, ‘Your hands feel good, Jeremy. I like having you hold me.’

I felt like I was autopilot. Hank held my head in his hands and kissed me. I was still holding his dick and balls as I leaned forward and kissed his neck. I moved down to his chest where I kissed and sucked his nipples. Hank didn’t say anything. The next thing I knew I was on my knees in front of him. Both of my hands were wrapped around his dick and I was holding it just inches from my face. I kissed the head of it.

‘You don’t need to do that, Jeremy.’

‘But I want too.’ I looked up at Hank, ‘I’ve never sucked a dick before.’

‘Cock, Jeremy. Men suck cock. Boys suck dick. And we’re men.’

I heard Hank go ‘Ahhh’ as I put my mouth down over his cockhead. I wondered what I should do next now that his cock was in my mouth. I’d had several blow jobs from girls, but I never thought that I would be giving one. I remembered what Hank had done and I rubbed the flat of my tongue around and over the head.

Hank encouraged me by making suggestions suck as licking up and down the shaft and licking his balls which, I noticed, were shaved. He encouraged me to suck lightly and suck hard. Finally, he started groaning. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pumped it. He shot his cum onto my neck and shoulders.

That’s when I remembered the cameras. I just sucked my first cock and it was recorded. Hank helped me to my feet.

‘So that was your first time?’

‘Er, yes. You were the first man who sucked my, er, cock, and yours is the first that I’ve, uh, sucked.

‘Did you like it.’

I smiled, ‘I think it might be a taste that I’d like to acquire.’

‘Good for you,’ Hank laughed. ‘By the way.’ He indicated the cum on my neck and shoulders, ‘That’s called a string of pearls. On the face is called a facial or face painting.’

He got onto his knees, ‘This is the slave position.’ Then he began to suck my cock. He sucked hard and fast and in a few minutes my knees were shaking.

‘I’m cumming.’ Hank pulled my cock out of his mouth and held it as the cum splattered on his face. He put my cock back into his mouth and gently sucked until I finished cumming.

We cleaned up and downloaded from the cameras. Seeing myself with a cock in my mouth gave me pause, but it excited me too. Although we stayed naked all afternoon, we didn’t have any more sex. We looked at some more of Hank’s collection and talked about man love.

‘I know a hotel in the city where we could stay and enjoy ourselves. Would you be interested?’

‘Sure.’ I wanted to learn more about man love. And I wanted to suck Hank’s cock some more.

The next weekend we went to the city. Hank explained the hotel was very gay friendly and discreet. We visited several galleries and some tourist attractions. When we were in our room, Hank told and showed me a lot of the techniques of fellatio. He demonstrated them on me and I practiced on him. I liked to practice a lot.

Hank introduced me to prostate massage. I felt like I had to pee, but I didn’t want him to stop. And my cock and balls literally exploded when I did cum. I massaged him until he had a huge orgasm. I sucked him dry and tasted cum for the first time.

We became more discreet on and around the campus. I stayed in his class and we cut back on the workouts and jogging together. I wanted to go to the hotel every week, but Hank insisted on no more than two visits a month. I’d visit Hank on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. We got to a point where we’d immediately strip and begin servicing each other. We did our first sixty-nine on Hank’s bed. It quickly became our favorite position for sucking cock.

Some of the hotel stays consisted of staying in our rooms, staying naked and practicing man love. We did a lot of touching and kissing and caressing and stroking in addition to sucking each other and giving each other prostate massages.

During most of hotel stays we would visit one or two gay bars, eat at one or two nice restaurants and visit museums or art and photo galleries. On one trip, we visited a couple of gay clubs. One called itself a spa and the other called itself a swim club, but both of them were primarily were sex clubs.

At each club, we paid the admission charge and rented a locker. The clubs had rooms for rent, but those are for guys who were looking for sex and who wanted a place with a bed for the sex. We were tourists. We left everything except some cash and an ID back at the hotel. After we stripped we’d go on a tour of the club. Everyone had a towel, but almost everyone walked around naked. Almost everyone had hard-ons. Each club had numerous public rooms - the locker room, of course, a TV lounge with mostly gay porn running, a steam room, a weight room, a game room, a room full of hot tubs and spas, a sauna, and a number of rooms filled with pads, cushions, and pillows.

There was sex every where. It started practically at the front door. There were guys sucking and getting sucked. There were guys taking it up the butt and giving it in the butt. Guys were being double and tripled teamed. Sex was going on in the public and the private rooms.

The spa had a three level glory hole setup. If you just wanted to be sucked, you went to the top level. If you just wanted to suck, you could stay on the lowest level. If you wanted to suck and be sucked, you got onto the middle level. It was a popular place. There must of been three dozen guys there and every mouth and cock seemed to be taken care of.

The swim club had two swimming pools. Some people did swim, but both pools were mainly hook up places. The outdoor pool was on a roof top. It was well screened and nude sunbathing seemed to be the main nonsexual activity. Hank sat on the edge of the outdoor pool with his legs dangling in the water. I hung on the pool coping between his knees. I made my public outing and debut as I sucked his cock. I received a round of scattered applause and cheers when I swallowed his load.

Both places pushed safe sex and free condoms and lube were everywhere. It was fun and exciting being in a crowd of naked men who were having sex with everyone and everywhere, but Hank and I agreed that sex with strangers was not for us.

Hank introduced me to anal sex during our fifth or sixth stay at the hotel. I was massaging his prostate when he said that he wanted to be fucked. I continued the massage, ‘By me?’

‘Yes. By you.’ Hank smiled, ‘It’s another part of man love.’

We used a silky lotion as a lubricant for the prostate massages and for jacking off. Hank picked up the bottle, ‘This will work for fucking too. Work more lube into my ass and grease up your cock.’

‘Uh, should I use a . . .’

‘You can use a condom if you want to, but I’d prefer it if you went without. That’s called going bareback. I want to feel the warmth of your hard cock and, if you cum, I want to feel that too.’

Hank piled some pillows on the bed. he took the lotion and rubbed it all over my cock. After he handed the bottle to me, he lay back on the pillows. He positioned himself so his hips and butt were elevated. He raised his legs and pulled his knees to his chest.

‘I’m all yours, Jeremy. Lube me and fuck me.’

I worked more of the lotion into his butt. I found using two or three fingers worked best. After applying another coat of lube to my cock, I got on my knees by Hank’s butt. I scooted close and held the head of my cock against his lubed brown hole.

‘Push slowly, Jeremy.’

I pushed. It wasn’t like slipping a hard dick into a hot, wet, slick pussy. Hank’s butt hole stretched as it opened to accept my cockhead.

‘Keep pushing, Jeremy. You’re almost there.’

I felt less resistance as my cockhead pushed through his muscle ring. His butt hole closed around my cock shaft.

Hank grinned, ‘You’re in. Welcome home.’

He let his knees come up off of his chest. I put my hands on his calves. I found I could brace myself and hold his legs up at the same time. I looked at Hank. He was smiling at me. His hard cock was flat against his belly. His shaved balls lay above my hard cock. Hank flexed his butt hole and squeezed my shaft.

‘It’s just like fucking a pussy, Jeremy. It’s a man pussy. Shove you cock in as deep as it will go and let’s fuck.’

I pushed until all of my cock was in Hank’s ass and my pubes were brushing him. Hank laughed as I began to work my cock in and out of his ass.

‘That’s it. Take me on a cock ride.’

I rolled him back on his shoulders and raised up on my knees so I could get the longest stroke possible. I’d never fucked anyone’s ass before, but it definitely was not like fucking a pussy. Hank kept clenching and unclenching his sphincter muscle as I pumped away.

‘That’s it, Jeremy. Pound my ass.’

Hank’s cock was bouncing around as my pelvis smacked against his butt. I couldn’t tell if my cock was massaging his prostate, but the flow of pre-cum was copious. Maybe Hank was just turned on. I was. I had to stop and rest a couple of times. The first time I rested with my boner buried deep. The second time I was barely inside him. Hank teased me by squeezing my cock. I teased him by pulling against his muscle ring.

The cum was rising in my balls and my cock was feeling swollen and more rigid. When it came to cumming, fucking ass was just like fucking pussy. My strokes became shorter and more erratic and I shoved my cock as deep as I could when I blew my wad.

Hank jacked off until he covered his stomach and chest with a mix of pre-cum and cum. I pulled my cock out of his ass and rubbed it against his. I lay down on top of him. Hank wrapped his legs around mine and we ground our cocks and balls together as we kissed.

A couple of weekends after that, Hank took my anal cherry. We’d fallen asleep after a long sixty-nine session that ended with me fucking Hank. I felt the bed shift as Hank got up. ‘What’s happening?’

‘I’ll be right back, sleepy head. I’ve got to piss.’

After kicking the covers back, I piled up both pillows. I got on my knees with my ass up in the air and my head resting on the pillows.

Hank laughed when he returned from the bathroom, ‘What are you doing?’

‘I think its time for you to fuck me.’

‘Right now?’

‘Why not?’

‘Well, o.k. Let me find the lube.’

Hank spread the lotion around my tight pucker. He carefully worked one slick finger into me. He finger fucked my ass with one finger for a few minutes before he worked a second finger in. I tried to relax as he stretched and lubed my butt hole. The insertion of his third finer hurt a little, but after a couple of minutes of twisting and reaming, I wanted more than fingers.

Raising my head, I looked at Hank, ‘Let me suck you and get you hard.’

He crawled up to my face and pushed his cock into my waiting mouth. It tasted bitterly of urine. It tasted great.

‘Don’t suck too hard or too long.’

I wiggled my ass as I let his cock drop out of my mouth, ‘Take me.’

Hank smiled as he lubed his hard cock, ‘I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts too much.’

He got behind me and worked two fingers and more lube into me. I felt his hands on my hips and then his cockhead pressed against my tight hole. ‘Ready?’

‘Yes.’

Hank pushed and my hole began to open to receive him.

‘O.k.?’

‘Yes. Keep going.’

There was a brief sharp pain followed by a burning sensation. I gasped. I hadn’t realized that I had been holding my breath.

‘Still o.k.’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, that was easy. I popped right in.’

The burning sensation had eased. My ass was no longer virgin.

‘Now that you’ve got my cherry ass, what are you going to do with it?’

Hank laughed, ‘You sound eager.’

‘I am.’

He lightly slapped my ass. ‘O.k., then. Here we go. Hang on. It could be a rough ride.’

I put my head back down on the pillow and grinned to myself as Hank pulled his cock back. I laughed out loud as I felt his thick cock push deep into me.

Hank didn’t ride me roughly. He was gentle and almost tender. He rubbed my back and shoulders. His fuck strokes were long and slow and deep. He laughed when I tried to squeeze his cock by flexing my muscle ring. I reached under myself and touched my cock. It was hard and flowing pre-cum. I forgot the pain and burning sensation and concentrated on the other sensations in my ass.

Hank buried his cock deep. I could feel it jerking and jumping as he filled my ass with his hot cum. I shot my wad onto the sheets. Hank leaned over me and rested until his soft cock dropped out of my ass with a soft pop. He got off me and I rolled over and pulled him down on top of me. We kissed and cuddled. We pulled up the sheets and, in spite of the wetness, we fell asleep.

We usually fuck each other several times on our weekends. I like being in the doggie position. I like churning my cock in Hank’s ass and I like to move my ass and feel Hank churning when he fucks me. But I like the missionary position too because we can watch each other’s face. When I’m the bottom, both Hank and I can play with my cock.

I like fucking because we can talk and tell each other what we like and to go faster or easier. Talking isn’t something one can do when one’s mouth is full of hard cock. I like fucking, but I still like sucking Hank’s cock best of all.

I’ve taken what I’ve learned from Hank and shared it with some girlfriends who have developed the techniques to give an excellent blowjob. I’ve introduced a couple of them to anal sex. They think I’m a little kinky, but they get off too when they butt fuck me with a strap-on.

I’ve learned much from Hank and I learn something each time we are together. Man love is something I will always practice. But I’m not stopping man-woman love.

Hank mentioned that two of his old friends will be in the city when we visit next time. Coincidentally, they will be staying at the hotel. I wonder if my mentor has another lesson in mind for me.