Holiday Bachelors

Left  to  fend  for  themselves  for  a  couple  of
weeks,  good  neighbors  Dan  and  Jack  quickly
discover  they  have  more  going  on  between
them than a simple friendship.

When  their  wives  take  off  to  Europe  for  a
couple of weeks, Dan and Jack become holiday
bachelors.  While  bunking  in  the  same  house,
they quickly discover that there is more going
on  between  them  than  a  simple  friendship.
One  night,  the  long  simmering  attraction
between  the  men  erupts  in  a  passionate
coupling  after  one  too  many  margaritas.  The
next  morning,  the  men  must  decide  whether
this  little  bout  of  sex  in  suburbia  was  a  good
idea or…

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Holiday Bachelors

Sex in Suburbia – Guys Misbehaving

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an, I’ve left reasonable portions of
healthy food for you in the freezer. All

you  have  to  do  is  reheat  them  in  the  oven  at
three  hundred  twenty-five  degrees  for  about
twenty  minutes.  And  for  God’s  sake,  don’t
forget  to  turn  off  the  oven.  I  don’t  want  to
come home to find the house burned down.”

“I think I’ve grasped the concept of

reheating food, dear. Now just get on the plane
and don’t worry about a thing.”

“That’s right, Ellen. We’ve got it covered.”
“You’re a fine one to talk, Jack Elliot.” Julie,

Jack’s wife, looked at both of us skeptically.
“The last time I let you cook anything, we had
to repaint the kitchen.”

“Hell, honey, I thought blackened salmon

referred to the fish, not the ceiling.”

“That was quite the stunt, buddy.” I had

helped him repaint, so I felt I had carte blanche
to rib him about it.

“Traitor.” Jack turned to me and scowled.
“Last call for Delta flight seventy-three with

non-stop service to Paris.”

The girls giggled with unrepressed

excitement.

“Better get on board, ladies.”
One final round of hugs and tips on how to

survive their absence, and they were gone.
Jack’s better half had won an all-expenses-paid

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trip to Europe for two in a raffle the previous
Christmas. She and Jack had been planning to
get away for almost a year, but when the time
came for them to go, all hell broke loose at the
office.  That  meant  everyone  was  stuck  with
mandatory  overtime.  That  also  meant  there
was no way Jack’s boss was going to let him go
on vacation in the foreseeable future. The trip
voucher was about to expire, so Julie asked my
wife  Ellen  to  go  instead.  Ellen  had  always
wanted to travel abroad, and I’d never given a
damn  about  the  idea.  We  talked  it  over  and
figured it would be the perfect time for her to
go  because  she  wasn’t  planning  to  teach
summer school this year. So the girls were off
to  foreign  shores,  and  we  guys  were  going  to
fend for ourselves.

“Well, there they go.” Jack turned to me

with  a  mischievous  grin  plastered  on  his  face
as  the  big  jet  lifted  off  the  runway  and
disappeared  into  the  low-level  cloud  cover.
“We’re on our own for two whole weeks, good
buddy.  How  about  I  buy  you  a  beer  to
celebrate our holiday bachelor status?”

“You’re on, man. I sure as hell hope we can

survive on our own for that long.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jack threw his arm

across my shoulders, and we walked back
along the busy concourse. “I know the girls

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both think we can’t open a can of tuna without
their expert help, but I figure we can get along
just fine and dandy by ourselves.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You and Julie

have only been hitched for less than three
years. Wait until you’re my age. After twenty
years of marriage, it’s not so easy to slide back
into bachelor mode.”

“I’m sorry, gramps.” Jack’s voice morphed

to a wispy quaver. “Let’s get you back to the
rest home and drape a rug across your knees
before you collapse.”

“Up yours!” I jammed my elbow into his

ribs and pulled his baseball cap down low over
his eyes. “For that crack, you owe me all the
beer I can drink. Now let’s get the hell out of
here.”

Jack was a great guy. Despite an age gap of

sixteen  years—I  was  forty-two  to  his  twenty-
six—we’d  become  really  good  friends  since
he’d joined the staff at my office last year. He
stepped  right  in  and  headed  up  the
engineering team I was coordinating with on a
big project. We hit it off immediately. Jack was
smart,  he  was  quick,  and  with  his  help  we
brought  the job in on  time and under budget.
One  evening  when  we  were  working  late,  he
mentioned  that  he  and  his  wife  were  looking

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for a house to buy. I knew that Mrs. Childers,
the  lady  who  lived  across  the  street,  was
thinking of downsizing. When I talked to Ellen
and  mentioned  that  I  might  have  a  line  on
some  new  neighbors,  she  immediately  invited
Jack  and  his  wife  over  for  dinner.  Ellen  and
Julie  clicked  instantly,  and  I  introduced  them
to  Mrs.  Childers  the  following  weekend.  A
month  later,  they  moved  in  and  we’d  all
become really good friends.

A couple of weeks after he and Julie got

settled  in  their  new  home,  he  saw  me  getting
ready to go for a run and asked if he could tag
along.  By  the  time  we  had  finished  my  daily
circuit,  he  had  blisters  on  his  heels.  The  next
day, he confessed that he was so sore he could
hardly move. I have to admit, I was surprised
when  he  showed  up  on  the  porch  two  days
later with his heels bandaged and a decent pair
of  running  shoes.  He  toughed  it  out  and
became an avid runner.

One Saturday, about a month later, he came

over to borrow a crescent wrench and noticed I
had a weight bench and barbells set up in a
corner of the basement.

“A private gym, huh? I’m impressed.”
“I don’t know if I’d call it that. It’s just a

bench and some weights. The local gyms are
all on the other side of town and cost way too

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much. I come down here in the evenings to
relieve the stress of work and fend off the
flab.”

“I don’t want to be pushy, so don’t hesitate

to tell me to back off, but would you mind
giving me a few pointers with the weights? I’d
like to build myself up a little, and you’ve
clearly been at it for a while.”

“I’m just trying to keep ahead of gravity.”
“Bullshit, Dan. You’re in great shape. When

we go for a run and you take off your shirt,
people notice. Hell, I’d love to have a build half
as good as yours.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. I

appreciate it.” Actually, I was delighted by the
compliment. I worked out at least five times a
week,  and  I  was  proud  of  the  results.  It  was
nice  to  know  that  somebody  appreciated  the
effort. I had the feeling that Ellen thought I was
a  little  obsessive  about  the  running  and  the
weight training.

Jack quickly became a regular workout

partner. A couple of weeks after he started
joining me on a regular basis, he went out and
bought some additional weights, a second
bench, and mats for floor exercises.

“You are getting serious about this, aren’t

you?”

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“Hey, man, I told you I’m no piker. I figure

that with you right here in front of me for
inspiration, I’m bound to make some serious
progress.”

“All right, then. Let’s get going.” Jack shed

the sweats he wore, and we started with a
series of stretching exercises. “Looks like you
went out and got yourself some pretty snappy
workout gear, buddy.” I eyed the logos on his
brand-new shorts and tank top.

“Somebody’s got to keep up the tone

around here.” Jack eyed my gear, which
consisted of a faded pair of khaki shorts and a
worn out T-shirt with the sleeves ripped out
and the sides split almost to the hem.

“I’ve been wearing this gear for a long

time.”

“That’s pretty obvious, Dan.”
“Just for that, we’re going to start out with

push-ups. Hit the mat, sucker.”

“Jesus, man, I have curled and pressed and

dipped  and  squatted  until  I’m  about  ready  to
drop.” I’d been putting Jack through his paces
for  over  an  hour.  Judging  by  his  sodden  tank
top  and  the  beads  of  sweat  on  his  brow,  he’d
clearly  been  giving  it  his  all.  “Are  we  about
ready to call it quits?”

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“Quits? Are you kidding? We haven’t done

any sit-ups.”

“Sit-ups?”
“How else are we going to turn that flabby

belly into a wall of muscle?”

“Maybe we could Photoshop it?”
“Very funny, Jack.” I pulled off my own

sweat-soaked shirt, wiped my face with it and
tossed it aside. “Tell you what, I’ll go first.”

“Great, I’ll watch and maybe I’ll absorb

some of the benefit by proxy.”

“You’ll help me and watch carefully so that

when it’s your turn, you won’t embarrass
yourself.”

“Forget embarrassment, I’m hoping not to

kill myself.”

“Come on, man.” I sat on the edge of my

workout bench, legs on the bench, back to the
edge. “You sit on my ankles, and when I sit up,
you push me back down.”

“You’re kidding.”
“Just do it, Jack.” He did as instructed, and I

leaned back until my body was parallel to the
floor. I sat up. “Come on, push me back
down.” He planted his hands on my chest and
shoved. “That’s it.” After I counted out fifty
reps, I stopped to catch my breath.

“All finished?” Jack sounded hopeful.

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“Not quite. We need to work those oblique

muscles.”

“Oblique?”
I pointed to his sides.
“Oh, yeah, wouldn’t want to miss those,

would we?”

I shot him a look and started my next set,

striving to bring my left elbow into contact
with his left shoulder. After twenty-five reps, I
switched focus, aiming my right elbow at his
right shoulder.

“So that’s what it takes to develop abs like

yours?”

I smacked my belly and nodded.
“I think I’ll just buy a bigger T-shirt.”
“Hey, where’s that gung-ho spirit of yours

that I’ve grown to appreciate so much?”

“I’m afraid my gung is about gone.”
“Jack.” He looked at me resignedly.

“Assume the position.” We switched roles and
I straddled his ankles. “Just do as many reps as
you can—then add another five.”

“Right.” He leaned back, hands behind his

head. “Here goes nothing.”  When he sat up, I
pushed  him  back,  but  gently.  He  managed
fifteen  reps,  then  five  on  each  side  for  the
obliques.

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“I need to see a few more, buddy.” I leaned

forward and looked at him. His head was near
the floor.

“I need help.” He extended a hand, and I

pulled him up. He sat up straight, then leaned
forward until his head was on my chest. “Why
couldn’t I have moved across the street from a
couch potato?”

I gripped his shoulders and sat him upright

again. “Just think of all the fun you’d have
missed out on.”

“This is fun?” He looked at me and shook

his head. “Compared to what, may I ask?”

“Compared to what I have in store for you

tomorrow.” I flashed an evil grin.

“Just shoot me now.”
“Too easy, sport.” Jack slipped into his

sweats and made his way back home. I went
upstairs, showered, and settled in to read the
paper.

He was out on the sidewalk for our run the

next morning, sore but undefeated. That night,
he joined me in the basement again and we’ve
been at it ever since. Having Jack as a workout
buddy has kept me working longer and
harder. I enjoy his company, his enthusiasm,
and the friendly competition between us.

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“All right, man, I have purchased a whole

case of beer to atone for my ageist remark at
the airport. I promise not to mention your
creaking joints ever again.”

“Jack.”
“Huh?”
“Put a sock in it.”
“How’s about I put a beer in it instead?”
“Good idea.”
He headed into the kitchen, and I walked

into  the  living  room  to  turn  on  the  TV  so  we
could catch the evening news. While the wives
were gone, Jack was staying with me. His sister
Susan’s  husband  had  been  transferred  to  the
city by his company quite suddenly. Since they
hadn’t had time to look for a place to live, Jack
had  offered  to  let  them  stay  at  his  place.  I
agreed to let him bunk with me so they could
have  some  privacy  while  they  adjusted  to  life
in  Seattle.  It  was  fine  by  me,  because  I  hadn’t
been  looking  forward  to  two  weeks  in  an
empty house.

“Jesus H Christ, it’s hot!” Jack sauntered

into the room with two cold ones and a bag of
pretzels.

“It’s summer, Jack.” I took the beer he

offered me. “Make yourself at home, guy. You
want to know my method for feeling cooler in
this weather? Observe.” I kicked off my shoes,

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peeled out of my shirt and pants, and sprawled
back on the sofa in my boxers. “Better than air
conditioning.” I grinned up at him.

“You know, it’s funny, but I never pictured

you and Ellen sitting around the house in your
underwear in the evening, no matter how hot it
gets.”

“You’re right about that.” Ellen was not by

any stretch of the imagination a kick-back-in-
her-bra-and-panties kind of gal.

“Aren’t you worried about sweat stains?”
“I’m not secretly harboring a death wish,

pal.  You’ll  notice  that  while  you  were  in  the
kitchen,  I  took  the  opportunity  to  spread  this
extremely  attractive  old  bedspread  on  our
pristine sofa.”

“Good move, buddy.” Jack unbuttoned his

shirt. “When in Rome…” As he began to strip,
I couldn’t help but notice how much his body
had  improved  since  he  started  working  out
with  me  on  a  regular  basis.  Previously,  he’d
been  a  tall,  slender  guy  with  an  okay  build.
Now  he  had  some  real  definition  in  his  chest
and  a  fairly  impressive  six-pack.  His  upper
arms  were  damn  near  twice  as  big  as  when
we’d started. His waist had been small to begin
with, and this recent upper-body development
made  for  an  even  sharper  contrast.  Our  daily
runs had added bulk  to his thighs and calves.

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All in all, I was very impressed with my
buddy’s progress.

When his slacks came off, I noticed that he

wore  a  pair  of  bikini  briefs  that  hugged  the
curves  of  his  ass.  One  afternoon  at  the  office,
I’d  heard  a  couple  of  gals  in  the  break  room
jokingly  remark  that  Jack  had  the  kind  of  ass
that women loved. I’d never paid any attention
to what  they  might  be talking about until just
this  moment.  I  saw  that  it  was  full  and
rounded and appeared solid as a rock. As asses
go, it definitely looked like a good one.

Two beers later, we were halfway through a

one-sided  Monday  night  football  game  with
our team on the losing side. When I got up to
go to the bathroom during a commercial break,
I  noticed  that  Jack  had  nodded  off.
“Lightweight,”  I  muttered  jokingly.  When  I
returned  to  see  whether  my  team  could  turn
the  tide,  Jack  was  snoring  softly.  I  dropped
down onto the couch beside him and he slowly
tilted  sideways  until  his  head  was  on  my
shoulder. I propped him up once, but he soon
slumped  against  me  again.  I  didn’t  want  to
wake  him  up,  and  since  it  wasn’t  like  he  was
smothering me or anything, I didn’t push him
away a second time.

When the game ended and I reached

forward to grab the remote, Jack mumbled

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something  and  slipped  his  arms  around  me.
He pressed his  face tight  against my shoulder
and  splayed  his  right  hand  out  on  my  belly.
His warm breath ruffled the hairs on my chest.

“Come on, buddy. Wake up.” I dropped my

arm onto his shoulders and shook him gently.

“Did we win?” His eyelids fluttered and he

raised his head.

“Lost by twenty-eight points. You didn’t

miss a thing.”

“Sorry I fell asleep. Julie had me up at five

this morning dragging an extra suitcase out of
the  attic.”  When  he  pushed  himself  up,  his
hand slid down my belly toward my crotch. I
put  my  hand  against  his  chest  to  steady  him.
“Oops.  Sorry  about  that.  I  wasn’t  planning  to
grope you.”

“I didn’t think you were.” We looked each

other  right  in  the  eyes,  and  neither  of  us
moved.  My  hand  remained  against  his  bare
chest,  his  against  my  belly.  I  finally  stood  up
and  broke  the  spell  that  seemed  to  bind  us.
“Come  on  and  help  me  make  the  bed  in  the
guest room. I didn’t get around to it before we
took the girls to the airport.”

“Just point me at the clean sheets.”
“Second door on the right, across from the

bathroom.”

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Jack sauntered down the hallway and

grabbed the sheets. The comments the women
in the break room had made about his ass
flashed across my mind again while I dropped
our empty beer bottles in the recycle bin. The
thought left me feeling slightly uncomfortable.

I joined him in the guest room, and we

made  the  bed  while  grumbling  about  the
game’s  outcome.  Jack  took  first  shift  in  the
bathroom, and I went back to  the kitchen and
loaded  the  dishwasher.  When  he  called  out
that  the  coast  was  clear,  I  brushed  my  teeth
and went to bed.

The next morning, the sound of the shower

running woke me. I sat up in bed, momentarily
buffaloed. Then I remembered that Ellen had
gone to Europe and Jack was bunking with me.
I picked my boxer shorts up off the floor,
pulled them on, and shuffled down the hall to
the kitchen. After two cups of coffee, Jack still
hadn’t emerged from the bathroom.

I pounded on the door. “You alive in there?”
“Come on in, Dan.” I opened the door, and a

cloud  of  steam  billowed  out.  “I’m  sorry  man,
but  I  take  forever  getting  it  together  in  the
mornings. Go ahead and jump in the shower. If
you  don’t  mind,  it  sure  as  heck  won’t  bother
me.”

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“One of these days, I’ll be able to afford to

add  a  second  bathroom  and  expand  the
kitchen.  In  the  meantime,  I’ll  take  you  up  on
your offer.” I shed my boxers and stepped into
the  shower.  When  I  finished,  Jack  was  still
standing in front of the mirror, dabbing at the
last  of  the  shaving  cream  on  his  cheeks.  “For
someone  with  no  noticeable  beard,  you  sure
take a hell of a long time shaving.”

“You hairy-chested, five-o’clock-shadow-

before-noon  types  are  way  too  smug  for  your
own good.” He turned to look at me. “For your
information, I have to pay special attention not
to  nick  myself.  I  don’t  want  anything  to
distract  from  the  classic  lines  of  this  profile.”
He  turned  his  head  to  the  side  and  raised  his
chin  slightly.  “Can you think  of anything  that
would improve on this?”

“Let me think for a minute. Oh, yeah, you’ll

find  paper  sacks  in  the  drawer  to  the  right  of
the  kitchen  sink.  Now  stand  aside  for  a  real
beard.” Jack cleared out of the bathroom and I
lathered up in preparation for shaving. I’d just
finished  with  my  cheeks  and  chin  and  was
zeroing in on my neck when he came barreling
back in, bare-ass naked.

“Sorry, man. I forgot to brush my teeth. I’m

supposed to be early for a staff meeting. I
won’t be a half a minute.” He slipped between

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me and the sink, leaned forward and started
brushing.

The bathroom in my house is tiny so I had

two  choices—I  could  stay  where  I  was,  my
crotch pressed up tight against Jack’s ass, or I
could stand in the bathtub. I stood my ground
and tried to focus my attention on shaving my
throat. The hair on my thighs brushed against
the backs of Jack’s bare legs, and his body heat
radiated  through  the  towel  I  had  wrapped
around  my  hips.  It  felt  strange,  but  nice.  I
shook my head and tried to banish this line of
thought. I had just about managed it when my
damn towel started to slip.

“Damn it!” I yelped. I grabbed for the towel,

grabbed Jack’s ass instead, and managed to cut
myself with the razor—all of this in the space
of about half a second. I stood there gaping at
him in an agony of embarrassment.

“Man slits throat with twin-blade cartridge,”

Jack observed dryly as he looked at me in the
mirror. “I thought you knew how to handle
one of those things. Here, let me help you out.”
He grabbed a piece of toilet paper and turned
around to face me, totally ignoring the fact that
I’d had my hand on his butt.

“Thanks,” I stood there helplessly while he

dabbed at the cut on my throat. I was acutely
aware of Jack’s closeness to me. Our bellies

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were pressed together, and his cock rubbed
against my leg. He had one hand on my chin,
tipping my head back. His forearms grazed
against the hairs on my chest, and I felt his hot
breath against my skin.

“There you go. That ought to do it.” He gave

my neck one last dab with the tissue. “I’m out
of here, man. See you tonight.” He dashed back
down the hall to the guest room. I remained in
the bathroom. I looked down and watched my
prick, already half-hard, rise slowly to nuzzle
against the cold porcelain of the sink.

I closed the door and tried to avoid nicking

myself again while I  finished shaving. I heard
the back door open and Jack’s voice calling out
goodbye.  The  door  slammed,  and  I  was  alone
in  the  house.  I  tried  to  ignore  my  dick,  but  it
stayed  hard,  pointing  up  at  an  angle  that  I
hadn’t seen for quite a few years.

I stuck my head out of the bathroom and

sneaked  a  quick  peek  at  the  clock  in  the  hall.
Hell, I had plenty of time to seek some solitary
relief!  I  cupped  my  balls  in  one  hand  and
caressed the throbbing shaft of my prick in the
other.  The  veins  that  snaked  along  the  shaft
swelled with my hot blood.

The sensations were so intense my knees

damn near buckled on the first stroke. By the
third pull, enough slippery juice pumped out

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to slick down my knob and the first couple of
inches of the shaft. After a few minutes of
steady pumping, my entire cock was slick, and
droplets of leak splattered onto the edge of the
sink.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of Ellen.

She  failed  to  come  into  focus,  but  Jack
materialized  right  before  my  eyes,  his  smiling
face and sensual lips as close as they had been
just a few minutes before. When I managed to
put  his  face  out  of  my  mind,  I  flashed  on  the
sleek curves of his ass. Hell, I could practically
still feel it pressing against my lower belly.

I finally gave up fantasizing and stared at

my reflection in the mirror above the sink. The
workouts  were  doing  their  job,  I  noted  with
satisfaction. I flexed my pecs and tightened my
belly into ridges under its mat of chestnut fur. I
tugged  on  my  nuts,  and  my  cock  jerked
excitedly in my palm. A couple more pulls and
I  was  there.  My  first  shot  pumped  out  of  me
like  a  bullet  and  splattered  against  the  mirror
above  the  sink.  The  next  arced  up  and
splattered the faucet.

I jacked myself frantically. My toes curled

into the bath mat under my feet, and my breath
caught in my throat. Then, without warning, a
third shot exploded out of me. Once again I hit

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the damn mirror! A couple more spasms and it
was all over.

I felt a mixture of pride and embarrassment,

not unlike a guilty schoolboy. I wasn’t exactly
one  to  ooze  and  dribble  when  I  came,  but  I
couldn’t  remember  pumping  a  load  like  this
for  years.  Then  I  thought  of  Jack  and  the  fact
that I’d been seeing him when I shot my wad. I
shook my head and grabbed my towel off the
floor to clean up the mess.

When I got home that night, Jack was in the

kitchen,  busily  chopping  a  pile  of  vegetables.
He looked up and grinned as I came in. “Hola!”
He  handed  me  a  glass  and  opened  the
refrigerator.  “Tonight  is  Mexican  night.  I’m
making  my  famous  spicy  enchiladas.  I  also
have  a  pitcher  of  killer  margaritas  all  mixed
up. Are you ready?”

“I’m beyond ready.” I was relieved he

didn’t make  any  reference to the encounter in
the  bathroom  that  morning.  I  hoped  like  hell
he hadn’t noticed  my  dick acting up when  he
was  in  the  room  with  me.  I  definitely  didn’t
want  him  thinking  that  I  was  going  queer  for
him.

After about four margaritas each, things

started getting pretty loose. Somehow, I
managed to flip an enchilada down my shirt, a

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stunt which Jack thought was pretty hilarious.
Then he dumped his salad into his lap, and I
got to laughing. Cleaning up was beyond our
current capabilities, so we both stripped down
to our skivvies instead.

“Where the hell do you get that damned

underwear of yours?” I shook my head in
wonder at the pair he currently wore. They
were red—what there was of them. A band of
red elastic encircled his waist and a red pouch
hid his cock and balls. When he turned around,
I saw a tiny triangle of fabric that pointed like
an arrow to the crack of his ass.

“Julie buys ‘em.” He made a slow three-

hundred-sixty  degree  turn  beside  me.  He
smacked  his  left  ass  cheek  and  left  behind  a
blush-pink  imprint  of  his  palm.  “Pretty  hot
stuff, huh?” He leered at me comically, a goofy
grin  plastered  to  his  face.  The  firm,  hairless
globes of his ass looked as smooth as silk. I did
my best not to look at them too intently, but it
was  tough.  “Come  on,  Dan.  You  could  use
another margarita, buddy.”

After we finished cleaning up in the kitchen,

we went into the living room. We moved the
coffee table in front of the couch off to one side
and sprawled out on the floor to watch TV.
Jack poured the last of the margaritas into our

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glasses while I flipped channels in a futile
effort to find something worth watching.

“Looks like our choices tonight are either

crap or bullshit. Do you have a preference?” I
glanced  over  at  my  buddy.  He  had  one  hand
tucked behind his head, the other splayed out
on  his  belly.  Damp  hairs  curled  in  the  pale
hollow of his armpit. A  vein pulsed along the
ridge  of  his  hip  bone.  The  mound  in  the  red
pouch  of  his  ridiculous  underwear  stirred
slightly. I looked away.

“Dan?” Jack’s voice was a faint whisper.
I grunted.
“Can I touch you?”
“What?” I figured I couldn’t have heard him

correctly. I looked at him. He rolled onto his
side and propped himself up on his elbow.

“I’m serious, man. Look, I don’t want to

freak you out or anything, but I’ve got a
confession to make. Can I be perfectly honest
with you?”

“Sure.” I felt a combination of panic and

intrigue. I wasn’t sure exactly what was
coming, but the anticipation made my balls
tingle. “You can tell me anything.”

He took a deep breath and looked at me

intently. “I really like you. I’m not a major
swinger or anything like that, but I feel this
strong attraction to you. It’s only happened to

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me twice in my life—once when I was a kid in
high school and now here with you. I’ve tried
to fight it, but it just keeps getting stronger and
stronger. If you agree to go along, you don’t
have to do anything. Just give it a few minutes,
and then I’ll go away if you want me to. I’m
sorry to lay this on you man, but I’m too drunk
right now to keep quiet about it.”

I looked at him in silence. His mouth was set

in  a  firm  line.  It  was  obvious  he  wasn’t
messing with me. I noticed that his gray-green
eyes  were  flecked  with  gold  around  the  iris.
They  shimmered  in  the  faint  light,  filled  with
emotion.  I’d  never  seen  a  man  look  so
vulnerable, like he’d just bared his soul to me.
He had, of course. Jack was a straightforward,
open  kind  of  guy.  I  didn’t  figure  he  was
capable  of  scheming  or  sneaking  or  lying.  He
meant  what  he’d  just  said.  He  liked  me  and
trusted me enough to put his reputation totally
in my hands.

When I tried to reply, my throat was too dry

for words, so I  nodded slightly.  Then I  closed
my eyes and lay there, waiting for him to make
a  move.  I  didn’t  have  long  to  wait.  I  felt  his
hand  on  my  belly  and  tensed  as  though  I’d
been  given  an  electric  shock.  Jack  jerked  his
hand away, but put it back when I didn’t jump
up and storm out of the room.

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It didn’t feel much different than Ellen’s

hand on my belly, except that it was bigger and
stronger  and  I  knew  it  belonged  to  a  man.  I
opened my eyes a fraction, just enough to see
his hand as it moved  up over my belly  to the
rise  of  my  left  pec.  Jack’s  gaze  was  focused
intently on my torso, like maybe he was trying
to memorize it.

When his thumb made contact with my

nipple,  I  really  did  damn  near  jump  right  up
off the floor. I groaned out loud, and my cock
twitched  in  my  boxer  shorts.  He  pinched  the
tender  nub  of  flesh,  then  slid  his  hand  back
down to my belly.  He didn’t stop at my belly
though. His hand slipped into the waistband of
my  boxers.  His  strong  fingers  tangled  in  the
dense  thicket  of  my  pubes.  He  gripped  my
rapidly stiffening cock at the same instant that
his  tongue  made  contact  with  my  nipple.  The
effect  was  electrifying.  My  cock  snapped  to
attention, and every muscle in my body flexed.

Jack fished my prick out of the fly of my

boxers. The fat head glistened in the flickering
light from the TV. Then my view was obscured
by the back of Jack’s blond head when he
leaned down and kissed the tip of my dick. My
tingling balls shifted in their furry pouch.
Jack’s puckered lips got looser and looser until
my cockhead slipped between them.

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I caressed the back of Jack’s head while he

sucked  my  dick.  His  pale  hair  felt  like  silk
against  my  palm.  The  muscles  in  his  throat
worked  the  swollen  shaft  like  a  warm,  wet
hand.  Ellen  had  tried  to  blow  me  a  couple  of
times,  but  her  teeth  kept  getting  in  the  way.
When  we  decided  to  give  up  on  the  idea,  she
seemed  relieved.  Jack’s  teeth  didn’t  cause  a
problem. All I felt were his lips and tongue and
the  soft  tissues  inside  his  mouth.  He  cradled
my nuts in his right hand and used his left to
play  with  my  swollen  nipples.  Until  this  very
moment,  I’d  had  no  idea  that  they  were
directly connected to my cock.

I opened my eyes and looked at Jack when

he  sat  up.  He  winked  at  me,  shucked  off  my
boxers,  and knelt  between  my  outspread  legs.
We  both  watched  my  cock  levitate  above  my
belly  for  a  couple  of  minutes  before  he  went
back  to  playing  with  it.  My  balls  pulled  up
tight between my legs, and my dick was stiffer
than a randy teenager’s. He squeezed it, jacked
it and sucked it, working me up to a ball-buster
of an orgasm. When he saw I was about to lose
control, he stopped, giving me time to cool off
before he started up again.

I gotta admit, I really got into the idea of

having Jack between my legs. I kneaded the
muscles in his broad shoulders. There was no

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doubt about it, this was a man between my
legs with my cock in his mouth. And it wasn’t
just any man—it was my best buddy. I was
suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to let him
know just exactly how I felt.

I caught him under the arms and pulled him

up  on  top  of  me  until  his  face  was  even  with
mine. Then I just up and kissed him—right on
the  lips.  He  looked  at  me  in  wide-eyed
surprise.  “You  gonna  tell  me  you  don’t  kiss
guys?” I chuckled softly.

“No, I just…I mean…I…” For once my

buddy  was  at  a  loss  for  words.  I  kissed  him
again,  longer  this  time.  I  pushed  my  tongue
past his lips and deep into his mouth. His lips
were sticky and tasted vaguely salty. I figured
it  must  have  been  some  of  the  clear  juice  that
had  been  leaking  out  of  me.  It  tasted  pretty
good, all things considered.

It must have been right at that very instant

that I decided to do what I did next, because it
was  certainly  nothing  I’d  ever  thought  about
doing  before.  I  pushed  Jack  into  a  sitting
position,  still  straddling  me.  Then  I  grabbed
him by the waist and pulled him forward until
the  pouch  on  his  skimpy  red  underwear
pressed  against  my  chin.  I  pulled  the  pouch
down  under  his  fat  balls  and  licked  up  along
his  stiffer  from  base  to  tip.  I  also  took

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advantage of the opportunity to grab his ass in
both hands. It felt fucking fantastic.

I looked at Jack’s cock up close. I saw the

tracery  of  pale  blue  veins  that  twined  around
the shaft and the big, mushroom-shaped head.
A  drop  of  clear  juice  oozed  out  the  slit  in  the
crown  and  ran  slowly  down  the  shaft.  I
touched my tongue to it and was surprised by
how  good  it  tasted.  I  raised  my  head  and
caught him between my lips.

I swear Jack was whimpering and

squirming before I even had the damned thing
in  my  mouth.  He  clamped  my  hairy  forearms
in a grip of steel, like maybe he was afraid I’d
push  him  away.  No  fear  of  that!  I  pulled  him
forward until I had him firmly anchored in my
mouth. The shaft of his prick fit perfectly in the
hollow of my tongue, just like it was the most
natural thing in the world. I kneaded the solid
muscular  flesh  of  his  ass.  When  I  accidentally
grazed  the  tightly  puckered  lips  of  his  rear
entry,  he  bucked  and  rammed  his  dick  down
my  throat.  I  gagged  a  little,  then  I  got  into  it
and held him there.

I pressed a finger against his ass hole,

curious to see what his next move might be. I
didn’t have to wait long. He reached back and
grabbed my aching cock with both hands.

“You got any condoms?”

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“Should be a couple in the drawer in the

coffee table. Uh…why do you ask?”

He just smiled down at me and opened the

drawer.  He  selected  a  foil-wrapped  packet,
ripped it open with his teeth, and plopped the
circlet  of  latex  on  the  tip  of  my  cock.  Then,
hands  behind  his  back,  eyes  still  locked  on
mine, he rolled it down the shaft.

“Got any lube?”
I nodded.
“You gonna tell me, or do I have to guess?”
“Same drawer, I think.” Jack looked at me

curiously. “I was hoping to spice things up
with a little impromptu sex on the floor. Ellen
wasn’t impressed.”

“You’re impressing the hell out of me.” He

grabbed the bottle, popped the top, and
reached behind his back again. I felt the cool
gel through the latex.

“Fuck me, buddy. Please, fuck me.” He put

his  lips  to  my  ear  and  whispered  like  he  was
afraid to say it out loud. I damn near shot my
wad  just  thinking  about  it.  By  now,  I  was
practically  wild  to  wedge  my  cock  between
those  two  hard,  silky  mounds  of  flesh.  It  was
like  I  wanted  to  establish  some  secret
connection  that  I’d  never  wanted  with  any
other  man.  I  grabbed  the  thin  band  of  red

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around his waist, ripped it in two, and tossed
his sexy shorts aside.

Jack scooted back, his cock and balls tight

against my belly. While he aligned the head of
my cock with his ass hole, I bucked my hips up
off the floor and jabbed at his rear entry.

“Go easy on me, buddy,” he murmured, his

lips against my ear. “Believe it or not, this is
gonna be a first. I never wanted to give this to
anyone else before.”

I remained absolutely still as he pressed

slowly back on me. I damn near shot my wad
when the head of my cock penetrated his tight
ass hole. Jack lay still for a long time before he
pushed back, not stopping until he’d taken me
in  up  to  the  short  and  curlies.  I  slipped  my
arms around him and held him tight. He  was
slippery with sweat. His breathing was heavy,
and his dick had gone a little soft, but when he
raised  his  head  from  my  shoulder,  he  was
smiling.

“I’m ready, buddy. Just please go nice and

slow at first.” He rested his cheek on my chest.
“The hair on your belly is tickling my balls,
and it’s driving me wild. I feel like my whole
damn body is going to explode. Fuck me!”

I eased out of his ass slowly, stopping only

when his sphincter grabbed my knob. I paused
for a few blissful seconds, then drove it back

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home in one long, slow stroke. His ass channel
was tight and silky smooth along every inch of
my throbbing meat. I started pumping him at a
good steady pace, driving it in up to the balls
every time, rocking him gently back and forth.

By this point, Jack’s hands were braced

against  my  chest,  his  back  arched  in  a  taut
curve.  He  rode  my  cock  with  gusto  and
judging from the expression on his face, he was
enjoying  it  as  much  as  I  was.  His  hard  cock
rubbed  against  my  belly,  leaving  glistening
trails  of  clear  leak  that  plastered  the  hairs
around my navel flat.

I reached up and grabbed onto the thick

points  of  his  pink  nipples,  figuring  that  he’d
probably  enjoy  it  as  much  as  I  had  earlier.  I
was  right.  He  howled  with  lust  and  started
bouncing  up  and  down  on  my  dick.  My  nuts
drew  up  tight,  and  I  figured  I  was  about  six
strokes away from blastoff when Jack suddenly
stopped  moving.  His  whole  body  tensed  and
his  breath  caught  in  his  throat  like  a  sob.  The
first of his cum drizzled out the slit in the head
of his cock and spilled down the shaft. Then I
felt his ass hole clench down like a vise, and his
second  shot  got  me  right  on  the  mouth  and
drooled down my chin onto my neck.

Jack shuddered and writhed in ecstasy

against me. The smell of his jism in the air and

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the  sensation  of  his  whole  body  vibrating
around  the  axis  of  my  fat  dick  put  me  right
over  the  top.  I  drove  deep  into  him  and
planted my seed.

“I can feel you shooting,” Jack cried out.

“Damn, buddy, that rubber’s blowing up like a
balloon inside of me. Shoot it! Oh yeah. Oh,
fuck yeah!”

I humped him until my hips started to

cramp.  When  I  couldn’t  move  any  more,  I
grabbed him, pulled him tight against my chest
and  held  him  there.  He  slipped  his  arms
around  my  neck,  nuzzled  his  face  against  my
chest, and we fell asleep to the faint buzz of the
television.

“I guess we were pretty drunk last night,

huh?” Jack looked at me sheepishly the next
morning when we woke up on the floor, limbs
still entwined. “I’m sorry if I got out of line.”
He started to scramble to his feet.

“Hey!” I grabbed him by the arm and held

him down. “I was drinking, sure, but I knew
what I was doing. I just want you to know, I’d
do it again. In fact, I want to do it again. Right
here, right now. You hear me?”

“I hear you,” Jack sighed, relief flooding his

handsome face. “I hear you loud and clear.

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Good morning.” He leaned down and brushed
his lips across my throat.

“Good morning, yourself.” I rolled over on

top  of  him  and  pinned  him  to  the  floor.
“How’d  you  like  to  start  off  the  morning  in  a
warm mouth?” He smiled and nodded. For my
part,  I  scooted  down  to  examine  him  in  the
bright light of day.

The wives came home from their European

jaunt  a  couple  of  weeks  later,  full  of  stories
about their adventures. We all went about our
regular  routines,  and  neither  Jack  nor  I  ever
spoke  about  our  own  adventurous  behavior
while we were holding down the fort at home.

“Could you fellows give us your undivided

attention for a minute?” Julie and Ellen stood
side by side at the doorway to the kitchen. The
four of us had just finished eating supper, and
Jack and I were at the sink, washing up the
pots and pans that didn’t go in the dishwasher.

“What’s up?” Jack looked at the girls, then

over at me. “Have we done something
wrong?” I shrugged, unsure what the pair of
them were cooking up.

Ellen smiled sweetly. “We just wanted to

run something past the two of you. We’ve been
thinking…”

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“They’re going to make us repaint one of

our houses,” Jack stage-whispered. “There’s
only one thing to do. Run!”

“Jack, don’t be silly. Our plan has nothing to

do with painting anything. However, now that
you mention it…”

“Jack?” He looked at me. “Put a sock in it.” I

punched my buddy in the shoulder.

“Oh, man, that was my brush arm.” He

rubbed his shoulder gingerly. “I’ll be happy to
hold the ladder for you, Dan.”

“The pair of you can forget about

painting…for now. This is far more
important.” Ellen turned to Julie. “Go ahead
and tell them our little plan.”

“You know my mother’s birthday is coming

up next month.” She looked pointedly at Jack.

“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.” Jack’s shoulders

slumped slightly.

“Well, you know how you feel about ships.”
“Ships? Is your mom joining the navy?”
“Jack!”
“Sorry.”
“Mom wants to go on a cruise. Dad has no

interest in going, so she asked me to come
along. Then my sister Arlene heard about it
and she wants to come along with us.”

“That makes three people, Dan.” Ellen

looked at me pointedly.

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“I was keeping up so far, honey.” I held up

my left hand and counted off three digits. Ellen
gave me one of her looks.

Julie marched right into the fray. “The point

is, Dan, a single stateroom costs almost as
much as a double. You know how Jack is—he
has to take a Dramamine to get in the bathtub.
Ellen and I had such a great time in Europe last
summer that we thought…”

“We thought that I might as well come

along with them.”

“We’d save a ton of money if she comes.”

The girls were starting to step on each other’s
sentences in their rush to bring their plan to
light.

“Do Jack and I get to split this ton of saved

money?”

“If you’d prefer it, I could book a cruise for

the  two  of  us,  dear.  Just  think,  you  and  me
together  on  a  ship  with  two  thousand  other
potential friends.” Ellen batted her eyes at me.
She  knew  full  well  that  my  personal  idea  of
hell was being trapped at sea with a bunch of
people I didn’t know.

“What do you think, Jack?” I turned to my

buddy.

“It’s a tough call. It means you won’t get to

go on that dream cruise you’re always going
on about.”

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“And you’ll miss out on the chance to spend

all that time bobbing around on the waves
with Julie’s mother and sister.”

“I know.” Jack closed his eyes for a moment,

deep in thought. “All in all, I think the girls
have thought this through pretty thoroughly.”

“You guys survived surprisingly well when

we were gone the last time. This time it will be
just eight days. It’s highly unlikely you’ll
starve in that length of time.”

“That settles it, then.” Julie grasped Ellen’s

hand. The pair of them were practically
jumping up and down with excitement.

I turned to look at Jack. “It was settled

before they started. You know that, don’t
you?” He nodded.

“You guys are the best ever,” Julie gushed.

The girls hugged the pair of us, then retired to
the living room to huddle over a stack of cruise
brochures.

“You sure you’re up to being a holiday

bachelor again?” Jack winked at me.

“I am definitely up to it, pal.”
“So I see.” He looked pointedly at my

crotch. My cock had built a tent in my trousers.
The silence built between us for a couple of
minutes. Jack turned back to the dish drainer
and picked up the colander. “Where does this
go?”

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“Give it to me.” I took it from him and

reached up to open the cabinet above his head.
I leaned forward and pinned him against the
sink. My crotch ground against his ass. “If I
remember correctly, it goes right here.” I took
my time settling the colander into the jumble of
odds and ends in the cabinet. Jack pressed his
shoulders back against my chest and flexed his
ass cheeks.

“You’re absolutely right, Dan. That’s exactly

where it goes.”

I stood there for as long as I dared, then

stepped back from the sink. “We should
probably join the planning committee in the
living room before we get ourselves in trouble
out here.”

“We’ll have plenty of time to get in trouble

later.” We finished drying the pots and pans in
silence. When everything was shipshape in the
kitchen, we trailed into the living room to
check on the wives.

“Dan, honey, if Julie and I upgrade to a suite

on the ‘A’ deck, we’ll be eligible for a thousand
dollar credit on our next cruise.”

“Really?” I looked over at Jack. “How many

holidays can a holiday bachelor survive?”

“Looks like we’re gonna have a chance to

find out.” Jack shook his head in resignation.

About the Author

Award-winning  author  Derek  Adams  has
penned  hundreds  of  short  stories,  novels,  and
novellas  in  the  course  of  his  long  career.  He
seeks high – and low – for inspiration and does
his level best to try out all his scenarios before
writing  about  them.  The  author  lives  and
works in the beautiful Northwest.

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