Summer Romances
 by: Hankster

© 2011 by the Author

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Authors note:  Although this story stands on its own, you will recognize characters introduced in my previous stories, The Tennis Pro and The Country Club.

Part One

School let out on June 15th and would not reopen again until the Monday after Labor Day.  This summer was shaping up to be the best summer the Smiths had ever had together as a family.  John and Jane had been married for fifteen years, and they were both thirty seven years old.  They married on the weekend they graduated from college.  They had two children Brett, 14, and Tiffany, 12.  The family occupied a large five bedroom home, on a huge wooded lot, in an upscale neighborhood, on the south shore of Long Island, NY.  They had only just been transferred from Los Angeles, less than a year earlier.

John was a big pooh bah in Bowers and Franklin, a Manhattan based investment company located in the financial district.  The firm had branch offices in Los Angeles, Toronto, London, Paris, and one soon to open in Stockholm.  A year ago John had been promoted to a vice president position.  Along with that honor, came a big raise and a move from his home town of Los Angeles to managing the main office in New York.

John was sitting at his desk on a day late in April, trying to placate an unhappy client, when his secretary slipped him a note that Mr. Bowers wanted to see him.  John told the client that it was difficult to review and advise her on her portfolio over the phone, so he set up a meeting with her two days hence, and went right over to Bowers’ office.

He knocked on Bowers’ door and heard the boss yell, “Enter.”  Bowers was on the phone, but he motioned John to be seated.  John could see that his boss was having difficulty ending his conversation, but finally it was over.  He buzzed his secretary and said, “No calls, please, until John and I are finished talking.”  Then he turned to John.

“I’ll be brief,” he said curtly.  “The Stockholm office is opening sometime during the third week of June.  I have every confidence in the Swedish crew we have hired, but I want you to go out there for the summer, and make sure they do things the Bowers and Franklin way.  After all, it’s a branch office, not a separate enterprise, and I want unanimity.  As soon as school ends, I’m sending you out there with your whole family for the summer.  I figure that your guidance should be over, and you can be in position to leave for home by the time school starts up again.  At worst, you’ll have to stay a week or two after your family goes home.”

“Wow,” was all John could manage.  He was overwhelmed.

“Arn Lindquist, who will be managing the office, has arranged for your family to occupy a lovely town house not far from the office.  Your wife will love it.  It comes with servants.  It should be a great experience for your kids as well.”

“I’m flabbergasted,” John exclaimed.  “It sounds really exciting.”

“I wasn’t certain exactly when school lets out so you can have your secretary make all the flight arrangements, and make sure your passports are current.” Bowers continued.  “We have every faith in you, my boy.  We know you will do a bang up job.”  The boss picked up his telephone, signaling that it was John’s time to retreat.

John waited until dinner that evening to announce the big news.  He breathed a sigh of relief when the entire family was genuinely excited about the trip.  Brett could not wait to tell his friends.

“Can we take Mai with us?” Tiffany asked.  Mai Ling was the Smith’s pure bred Shih Tzu.  She was a nervous and edgy female, and John was sure she had been inbred at some puppy mill.

“No darling,” Jane said.  “I think I’ll hire a dog and a house sitter, who can take care of Mai, and make sure that the house stays clean and safe.  It would be an ideal job for a college student who is home for the summer.  I wonder if the Dawson boy would be interested.”

Jake Dawson was a student at The University of Florida in Gainesville.  The Smiths were very friendly with his parents who lived about a mile away.  They belonged to the same country club.  At the university Jake roomed with a young lad from Florida’s panhandle.  Billy was quite poor, and he was attending the school on a scholarship.  His parents and siblings were real crackers.  He was two years older than Jake.  After high school he got certified as a massage therapist, and he had begun to earn some money at that trade, but when his scholarship came through, it was his opportunity to get out of the sticks. 

He often told Jake that he hated the thought of going home for the summer.  He lived in a trailer with his parents, two younger sisters and his maternal grandfather.  The adults all smoked and he couldn’t tolerate it.  To make matters worse they guzzled a case of beer almost every evening.  In fact he admitted that he never wanted to go home again.  Jake felt really bad for him, but when he asked his parents if Billy could come home with him for the summer, he got a resounding, “No!!”

Jake’s parents gave Jane Smith his telephone number, and when she called about the house sitting job, he agreed immediately to take it on.  Now Billy could come home with him for the summer.  They could both stay at the Smith house and nobody need know of Billy’s existence.  He saw no problem in putting up a quiet boy like Billy in a five bedroom house.  He knew enough hot females to fix them both up all summer.  Billy accepted the invitation at once, and breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t have to go back to the trailer and his obnoxious family.

Billy had another reason for appreciating his good fortune.  He was madly in love with Jake.  He knew that Jake was straight and he never made a move on him or let on to anyone at school that he was gay.  He even double dated with Jake, but avoided sex if he could.  If he couldn’t avoid it, he just pretended that he was fucking Jake and somehow he managed to please the young co-ed he was with.  Jake had no idea of Billy’s true feelings. 

When Jake made him the offer to come home with him for the summer, Billy jumped at the chance.  He hoped that if he was alone in a big house with Jake for several weeks, things might happen.  He grew excited at the prospect.  He couldn’t wait to drive north in Jake’s sporty car.  He had never been out of Florida his entire life.

Jake arrived in Hewlett Harbor, Long Island on the morning of the Smith’s departure.  He dropped Billy off at a local ice cream store and told him to wait there.  He had arranged to drive the Smiths to the airport in their big Mercedes and then he would come back for Billy.  After he dropped Billy off, he made a quick stop at home to say hello to his parents.  Then he drove to the Smiths.

Billy sat at a table nursing a coke when three young men, obviously college students, came into the shop.  They were all just shy of six feet tall.  One of them was blond, one had a strong square chin and the third was built like a brick shithouse.  Billy stared at them and his cock began to rise.  If anything turned Billy on, it was blond hair, a square chin and a muscular body, and there were all three elements right in front of him.  The three youths bought ice cream cones and went on their way.  They didn’t even see Billy sitting in the corner, and Billy did nothing to draw attention to himself.

Jake had three suitcases, and John helped him to the guest bedroom.  One of the suitcases was Billy’s.  There were actually two guest bedrooms in the house.  One was intended as a maid’s room.  Jake thought that Billy could sleep there.    He had to hang out with the Smiths for more than an hour as it was too early to go to JFK.  During that time, Jane gave him full instructions, mostly about feeding and walking Mai.  All Jake could think about was Billy hanging out all alone at the ice cream parlor, in a strange place, where people spoke in New York accents that he might not even understand.  Jake could barely understand Billy’s exaggerated southern drawl. Actually, Billy was doing just fine admiring the eye candy coming into the ice cream shop.

Jake sent the Smiths off with full assurance that they didn’t have to worry about a thing.  He rushed back to town, picked up Billy, and the boys got themselves settled in the house.  For no explainable reason at all, Mai kept yelping at Jake.  She wouldn’t let him near her, but she jumped into Billy’s lap and rubbed her nose on his hand.  Billy stroked her tummy, and he instantly had a new friend.

“You can take care of the bitch,” Jake observed.

“Sure thing,” Billy said as he hugged Mai.

The boys double dated two or three nights a week.  Jake paid for everything.  This disturbed Billy a great deal, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.  There was no way he could even dream of reciprocating.  Ironically, Billy was actually more successful with the girls than Jake was.  The local women adored his southern accent.  His good looks helped a lot also.  Billy was 6’2” and all muscle.  He had blond hair, blue eyes and word got around that he had 8 glorious inches of hard, uncut cock.  His body was smooth and hairless.  His lips were full and sensuous.  At first glance it looked like he might be wearing lipstick.  His chin was square and he had a tiny cleft in it.

Jake wasn’t bad looking either, but the boys were quite different.  Jake was swarthy looking.  He stood 5’11” tall.  He too was muscular.  His hair was black and curly.  His eyes were dark brown and very inviting.  He had a button nose, which gave him a boyish look.  His chest was hairy and he had a line of fine hair running from his chest right down to his pubes.  He was cut, and about six and a half inches erect.  Word got around that he was a gifted and satisfying lover.  Billy, of course, yearned to find that out for himself.  He continued to fantasize that he was with Jake whenever he was with a woman. 

Jake didn’t dare take Billy to his country club to swim or eat.  He was afraid that his parents would learn of his existence and disapprove.  They spent their afternoons sun bathing nude on the patio.  Billy was surprised that the daily temperatures were just as high in Long Island as they were in Florida this time of year, but the humidity was considerably lower, and so the heat was much more bearable.

In Stockholm, Jane and the kids rarely saw John.  He was putting in fifteen to seventeen hour days, so they spent their days sightseeing and swimming.  Jane was particularly enjoying having a maid do all the housework, and the cooking as well.  The kids didn’t particularly like all the fish in the Scandinavian diet, but they didn’t complain.  They even made some friends on the street where they lived.  Everyone they met spoke English to some degree, and they tried to return the favor by learning some Swedish.  It was indeed a unique opportunity for all of them. 

One of Brett’s new friends was Sven Lindquist, the son of Arn Lindquist. The Lindquists rented the town house two doors down from the Smiths.  Arn was a widower, and Sven was his only child.  Sven’s mother died tragically of ovarian cancer when he was a toddler.  Arn never remarried.  Instead, he threw himself into his work, leaving Sven to be raised mostly by nannies.

Two weeks into the trip, John got a call from Mr. Franklin at the home office. 

“John,” he sounded frantic.  “Thank goodness I got hold of you.  Listen.  Ralph has royally fucked up some of your accounts.  We’ve had lots of complaints.  You’ve got to come home for a week or two, and straighten things out.  Hopefully you can train Tim Petty quickly.  He’s the most promising guy in the office.  I hate to ask you to split yourself in half, but I have to.”

What could John say?  “I’ll be on the next plane home, boss, and I’ll get into the office as soon as I get over the jet lag.”

“You’re a saint, John.  Safe flight.  I can’t wait to see you.”

Jane and the kids weren’t particularly happy to be left alone in Stockholm for two or three weeks, but since they hardly saw John anyway, they didn’t complain.  

When John arrived at JFK, he thought of calling Jake, but then he decided that he would surprise him.  Also, he reasoned that if he took a cab, he could get home sooner.  Every bone in his body ached from the long trip, and he needed sleep badly.

He let himself into the house with his house key, but didn’t see anyone.  Usually Mai barked her dislike for him, but even she was silent.  He thought Jake might be out on the patio with Mai so he headed that way.  He was right.  Jake was sunning himself on a lounge and next to him, on another lounge, was the handsomest young man John had ever seen.  Mai was curled up on the guy’s lap.  Jake and the stranger were both naked.  John could not help himself.  He gawked at Billy’s ample package, which was on display.

John opened the patio door noisily, so as to give them some warning.  There was no way either man could grab a robe because they hadn’t brought one out with them.  They both jumped up and poor Mai got dumped on the concrete slab.  Both of them tried to hide their packages, but it was a losing battle.  John started to laugh.

“Carry on men,” he said.  “I’ve seen it all before.”  The two naked specimens laughed and loosened up somewhat. 

“I feel a little overdressed,” John stated seriously.

“Gee, I am sorry, sir,” Jake said.  “I sure as hell didn’t expect to see you until the end of August or the beginning of September.”  John sat down on a chair facing the two boys who had resumed their places on the lounges.  As succinctly as he could, he explained his situation and said that he would only be home for a couple of weeks.  He also told Jake that he wanted him to stay, and look after the house and dog as they had agreed, because he would be working long hours.  When he was through, he added, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Jake started, but John interrupted him.

“Please,” he said, “call me John.  Sir makes me feel like an old man.”

“Of course, John,” Jake went on.  “This is Billy Johnson.  He’s my room mate at school.  He’s keeping me company for the summer, and I gave him the maid’s room.  I hope it’s OK with you.”

“Sure it is.  It’s good you have company.  I see Mai likes him.  That bitch hates me.”

“She hates me too,” Jake said.  “For that reason alone I’m glad Billy is here.” 

Billy couldn’t say a word.  He stood there being dumb and numb.  Standing in front of him was his vision of the ideal lover.  John was tall, blond, blue eyed, square chinned, muscular and drop dead gorgeous.  Billy could only imagine what his cock would look like.  Fat chance he would ever find out.

“OUCH!”  John suddenly yelled out.

“What’s wrong?” Billy asked.

“Hell, I’m as stiff as a board from the cramped conditions on that plane, and the extra long trip.  Also I’m so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open, so if you guys don’t mind, I’m going up to my room and get some shut eye before I have to get back to work tomorrow morning.”

“John,” Billy said, “I’m a licensed massage therapist.  Why don’t you let me give you a nice soothing rub down before you go to sleep?  It will help get rid of your stiffness and you’ll sleep better.”

“Wow, that sounds like a great idea.  I wanted to get a Swedish massage in Stockholm, but I never had the time.  Come on up to my bedroom and we’ll do it,” John grinned at Billy.  That grin and John’s double entendre melted Billy’s heart.  He instantly transferred his unfulfilled lust from Jake to John.

“Go ahead,” Jake said.  I have to go down to the store and get some extra stuff since there will be three for dinner.  When I get back, I’ll start the meal going so take your time Billy, and do a real good job.”  Jake ran off to his room to dress.

“I need to get some stuff from my room,” Billy told John.  “You go to your bedroom and strip to your underwear.  Lie on your stomach and I’ll be there shortly.”

John smiled at Billy, picked up his two suitcases from where he left them in the front hall, and proceeded up the stairs.  He left his door open so Billy went right in a few minutes later.  He had put on a pair of tight gym shorts which hardly hid his ripped body, and certainly did not hide his package. He carried a case similar to a doctor’s bag, which he placed on the dresser.  He removed some sort of lotion and a hand towel from the bag.

John was already laying on his stomach in his king size bed.  He was clad only in a pair of boxer shorts.  The shorts were tapered and were slit on the sides.  They barely covered more than what a pair of jockey shorts would have.  Billy stopped for a moment to admire John’s lean and muscular backside.  He was about 6 feet tall and lacked body fat.  Obviously John worked out and worked out a lot.  His hair was blond and had a decided wave.  Billy couldn’t wait to see the rest of John.  He knew he had blue eyes, a square chin and needed a shave.  He couldn’t wait to see the man’s cock and balls.  Billy’s lust was turning to a burning desire, but he knew he needed to control himself.  He was grateful that John had his eyes closed and couldn’t see his rising cock.  He needn’t have worried.  John was more asleep than awake.

Billy climbed on the bed and straddled John.  He was on his knees, which were on either side of John’s thighs.  For a brief second, Billy had a vision of entering John doggy style, but he forced the thought out of his head.  Instead he poured some lotion in the palm of his hand, put the bottle down on the bedside table, and began to massage John’s shoulders.  His strong hands kneaded John’s shoulders, digging in deeply and satisfyingly.

John began to purr like a baby as Billy squeezed his shoulders. After a while, Billy started descending down John’s backside.  He kneaded every muscle he could reach down to the shorts.  Then he did John’s thighs, calves, and each toe individually.  When he kneaded the underside of John’s feet, John began to twitch and giggle in his sleep.  Billy realized that John was very ticklish on the soles of his feet.  He would have liked to have stretched John’s legs and arms, as he usually did, but he was afraid he would wake him up.  He asked John to turn over, but he was fast asleep and didn’t move.  Billy grew bold.  He hooked his fingers in the waistband of John’s shorts and gingerly pulled them down and removed them.  He poured fresh lotion on his hands and started to caress John’s bubbly ass.

“Aah,” he heard John mutter in his sleep.  Billy figured that if John woke up and berated him for pulling down his shorts he could always say it was done as part of the full body massage he was giving him.  Billy grew bolder and started to rub up and down John’s crack.  He felt John tense, but he didn’t wake up.  John’s lips simply said, “Mmmmmmm…”  He was obviously enjoying the massage.  Billy wondered if he could turn him over and get to do his front.  He decided to try.  If John awoke, he would give him the choice of continuing the massage or going back to sleep.

Billy shook John’s shoulder.  “Turn over,” he said softly.  To his delight John turned over on his back.  He awakened for a second, but went right back to sleep.  Billy was awestruck.  John had an erection.  He was uncircumcised and at least eight inches standing straight up in the air.  His cock was rather wide around also.  Billy hesitated.  How was he going to avoid touching that beautiful monster?

He moistened his palms again and massaged John’s legs first.  Then he started working on his chest.  He was gentle, very gentle.  John continued to sleep peacefully.  Billy started working on John’s abdomen, and marveled at how hard it was.  John still continued to sleep.

Finally lust overtook reason and Billy wrapped his hand around John’s cock.  He was surprised that the head was covered with precum, which now blended with the ointment.  John heaved a loud sigh, but continued sleeping.  He was snoring lightly.  Billy continued to stroke John’s cock lightly.  He fondled John’s balls as he continued to stroke.  He felt John’s balls constricting and realized that he was about to cum.  Billy didn’t want to mess up the bed so without thinking he simply went down on John and sucked him until John was drained out.

Billy was totally unaware of it, but when he went down on John, John put his hand on Billy’s head and urged his cock deeper into Billy’s mouth.  Sometime during the last seconds, John had awakened.  He realized what was happening, and absolutely allowed it.  Billy did not release John’s cock until he sucked it dry.  Now he panicked.  What could he do but beat a hasty retreat.  When he started to get off the bed, John said, “Please don’t go.  Lie here beside me.”

Billy was shocked, but pleased, and did as John asked.  As they lay side by side, John reached under the waist band of Billy’s gym shirts and caressed his waiting cock.  “Take them off,” John whispered in Billy’s ear.  Billy removed his shorts, and John started stroking the prize in his hand.  Billy was almost there even before John took him in hand.  John sensed it and went down on Billy.  Billy was surprised at how expertly John was sucking his cock.  He’s no amateur, Billy thought as he gave way to a mind blowing orgasm.  John swallowed every drop, and then kissed Billy with his mouth open so that they could share the residue.

They lay hunkered together, fondling each other until they heard Jake return.  Billy jumped out of bed, put on his shorts, gathered his lotions, towels and bag, and ran downstairs to the maid’s room. 

Not a word had been spoken about what had occurred between them, but lady luck was smiling.  At dinner, Jake announced that he had to drive his kid sister up to sleep away summer camp the next day, and would be gone over night.   She had missed the camp bus, and the first few days of camp, because she had been suffering from a very bad cold.  He asked Billy to please cover for him.

“My pleasure,” Billy said enthusiastically.  “After all you’ve done for me, it’s the least that I can do.”

After dinner, John excused himself.  “I’m off to bed,” he said.  “I’m not over jet lag.”  Jake and Billy cleaned up, and then Jake said that he needed to turn in early also.  He said he would be out of the house before six the next morning.  Billy then went to his room and watched television.  He couldn’t get over John’s reaction, and his surprising response to his impulsive acts of love.  It was obvious that John wanted more, and they would be alone in the house the next evening.

Early the next morning, Jake was gone before Billy even woke up.  It was barely dawn when Billy’s door opened silently and John walked in completely naked.  He got into bed, and hunkered up to Billy.  He twisted around into a sixty-nine position, and of course that totally woke up the sleeping guest.  It took about a second for him to assess the situation before his mouth gobbled up John’s dick which was wet with precum.  The two men came so close in time, you could say it was simultaneous.  When they were both flaccid again, John twisted around so that they were lying facing each other with their cocks rubbing together. 

At last John spoke.  “That was fantastic,” he announced.  He jumped out of bed.  “I have to get ready for work.  I’ll try to get home as early as possible, and I promise we’ll have a blast.  Don’t worry about breakfast.  I’ll grab something in The City.  By the way, please try to talk more when my cock’s not in your mouth.  Your accent turns me on and makes me so horny I cannot describe the things I think of doing to you.”  He was gone and out of the house in less than forty-five minutes, while Billy just lounged contentedly in bed.

John took the railroad to Manhattan.  He was basking in a euphoric afterglow, and his mind wandered back to other times and other places. 

He remembered that it was just past his fourteenth birthday.  He got a summer job with Demetrius, the landscaper.  Demetrius worked alone, but he needed a gofer and a laborer to help him with the gardening chores.  He was a short man, no more than five feet five inches, but he was stocky and all muscle.  His shirt was always open and he displayed a rather hairy chest.  John reckoned that Demetrius was pushing forty.  Even so, he was completely bald. 

At the end of the very first day Demetrius said to John, “My friend, you are filthy, and your clothes are a mess.  Tomorrow bring a change of clothes, but for today, you’ll come home with me and I’ll clean you up and give you something of mine to wear home.  It will be big on you, but you will manage.”

When they got to Demetrius’ home, Demetrius took John into a shed behind the house.  “There’s a shower in here,” he said.  “This way, I never have to go into the house as dirty as we are.  I keep some clothes in here to change into.  It’s too bad the shed isn’t attached to the house so I could enter in my birthday suit.”  Somehow that struck him funny, and Demetrius broke out into a gale of laughter.

Immediately after they stepped into the shed, Demetrius undressed so rapidly that John could only stare.  What he stared at was Demetrius’ engorged and very erect seven inch uncut cock.  “Come on boy,” he said.  “We haven’t got all day.  Get undressed.  I gotta get you home.”  John got undressed as quickly as possible and stepped into the shower with his boss.  Demetrius was already soaped up and he handed the bar to John.

After John soaped himself up and watched the water flush his dirt down the drain, Demetrius grabbed the soap from him, and turned him around.  Demetrius started to soap John’s back and buttocks.  “When I’m through,” he said, “you can do me.”  John got more than he bargained for.  Demetrius soaped John’s ass crack and even inserted a finger or two, which made John jump. 

“It’s nice and clean now,” Demetrius said, and he got down on his knees and started to rim John’s ass.  At the same time he reached around and wrapped John’s nearly mature cock in his hand, and started stroking it.  John was in disbelief.  Things like this happened to other boys, never to him.  He was about to shoot a load when Demetrius turned him around again and took John’s cock in his mouth.  Demetrius’ tongue and lips finished the job.  He swallowed every drop and announced, “You sure taste good boy.  Now what are you going to do for me?”  He hugged John tightly, and almost crushed the boy with his big, burly arms.  He kissed him full on the lips and John was shocked at how much he enjoyed it.

“I’ll do exactly the same to you,” John announced with a mile wide smile on his face. 

He and Demetrius made love in the shower all summer, every day after work.  Demetrius taught John how to fuck him and little by little, with a lot of patience, John took Demetrius’ cock into his ass.  John would cum once or twice as the big man’s cock massaged his prostate.  It was at those times that John concluded that ass fucking was the best way ever to have sex.  At the end of the summer, before school was to start again, Demetrius asked John if he wanted to work for him again the following summer.  John nodded and answered by planting a big wet kiss on Demetrius’ lips.

John had three glorious summers with Demetrius.  After the third summer, Demetrius was killed in a barroom brawl.  The killer told the police that Demetrius had come on to him sexually.  When he refused to take no for an answer, he became aggressive and the man said he was forced to kill him.  The crime was classified as justifiable homicide and the killer got off Scott free.  Ever since then, John had dreamed and fantasized about man with man sex, but he didn’t dare to admit that he might be gay, even to himself.  He resisted all temptation until years later when he joined a country club while still living in Los Angeles.

Things went well for him and his family.  They bought a house in Beverly Hills, and joined The West Los Angeles Country Club.  It was at the club that John gave into temptation.  Jamie, the bartender was a flamboyant gay man, and very handsome at that.  As was the habit of most members, they would enjoy a drink at the bar after a game of golf or tennis.  Jamie quickly developed a crush on John and began to flirt with him quite innocently.  He never expected John to respond, but respond he did, and it wasn’t long before John and Jamie were fucking each other whenever they could. 

They had no set schedule, but when John was available, he would wait for Jamie in the parking lot after Jamie’s shift.  He would follow the bartender home, where he was always pleasantly surprised.  Jamie would shower while John waited for him in bed.  He would come out of the shower, scrubbed clean, all his makeup removed, and appearing very manly.  Their “affair” lasted until Jamie became involved with the stepson of the tennis pro, and one day he told John that he was now monogamous.   John returned to his life, full of frustration and constantly yearning for male sex.  

But his attitude was different now; no more holding back.  He joined a gym and worked out constantly.  At the gym he managed to have a few encounters with other men.  It wasn’t the greatest, but it kept him from going crazy.

So when Billy came on to him and gave him the kind of sex and pleasure that he longed for, he was elated.  He even pretended to be asleep, hoping that Billy would get bolder, and he did.  All he could think of during the rest of the commute, and all day at work, was having Billy alone with him in the house all night.

As for Billy, he nearly went crazy with anticipation.  To keep busy, he cleaned every room in the house, even Jake’s messy space.  He changed the sheets on John’s bed and washed everything dirty in the hamper.  He dried and folded everything, and put all the sheets and pillow cases neatly away.  When he had no housework left, he raided the refrigerator and the freezer.  He found the ingredients for a great dinner for the two of them.  He defrosted a tray of shrimp with cocktail sauce, and two filet mignon steaks, which he intended to barbeque on the patio.  After they were defrosted he marinated the steaks in garlic salt.  He found four sweet potatoes in the pantry and took out two to bake for dinner.  In the liquor cabinet he found a few bottles of red wine.  He knew nothing about wines, but he took out one that looked expensive and he erroneously refrigerated it.

Finally, he washed the patio table and chairs, found a table cloth to cover the table, and set it with dishes, glasses and utensils for dinner.  Still having time left, he showered and dressed in his sexiest garments.  He wore no underwear, a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top shirt.  He put on a pair of flip flops and went back to the patio.  There he sat on a lounge chair, fidgeting, and waiting for John to come home.

John was swamped at work, and he didn’t manage to get out as early as he would have liked.  Still it was only eight o’clock when he arrived home.  Billy awaited him at the front door and he was greeted with a bone crushing hug from John.    

“Let’s go to bed,” John announced.

“Not yet.  You have to be patient.  I’ve prepared a great dinner for us.  Why don’t you go upstairs and shower.  I’ll have everything ready by the time you return.”

John returned wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts and flip flops.  He hugged Billy again.  This time they kissed sensuously.  The steaks were sizzling on the barbeque and the potatoes were baking in the oven.  The shrimp cocktail was on the table and ready to eat.  It was a struggle to let go of each other and eat their dinner, but somehow they did.  They even took the time to clean up.

“You can’t put me off any longer,” John said.  He took Billy’s hand and they rushed up to John’s bedroom.  They both undressed, taking off what little they had on.  They hugged and tongue kissed and rubbed their cocks together.  Billy did not tire of rubbing his hands up and down John’s hard body.  He made a silent resolution to work out more.  At last they both fell on the bed.

“Fuck me, please,” John begged.  “I have waited so long for this.”  Billy smiled as John handed him a tube of lubricant.  They were both rock hard so no preliminaries were necessary.   Both Demetrius and Jamie used to fuck John doggy style so he turned on his stomach.

“Please turn on your back,” Billy said.  “I want to be able to see your face and kiss you while I fuck you.”  This was a new position for John and he anticipated it eagerly.  Both his former lovers had stretched John to his limits, and fortunately he was still wide open.  He accepted Billy’s cock easily.  The moment John’s prostate was engaged in the action, he felt his first orgasm building.  In fact, he came twice before Billy exploded up his ass.  They fucked each other back and forth until the early hours of the morning.  John was insatiable and Billy didn’t try to discourage him, even when he was dog tired.

Over the next two weeks, the lovers were able to sneak in a few quickies while Jake slept, but the encounters were rare.  Billy still had to go out in the evenings with Jake, so that he wouldn’t become suspicious.  It was killing him that he couldn’t be with John.  John was equally distressed.

When John had to return to Stockholm, the boys drove him to the airport.  Mai slept contentedly in Billy’s lap during the entire trip.  They shook hands and wished John a safe trip.  Billy wanted desperately to embrace John, but he couldn’t of course.

Now that Billy’s existence was known to the owner of the house, Jake introduced him to his family, and said that Mr. Smith had approved of Billy occupying the maid’s room for the summer.  At least the boys didn’t have to sneak around anymore, and Jake’s parents even entertained both of them with dinner, and sometimes lunch, at their country club.

Billy and John never saw each other again.  For the remainder of his time in school, Billy worked part time in a fitness center.  It was an excellent environment for him to meet other gay men.  Needless to say, he was very popular, and he finally came out to Jake.  Jake could not believe it.  After all, he was aware of how well Billy did with the ladies.  Nevertheless, they continued to be friends and room mates.  Jake went home for the summers without Billy, who worked all summer at the fitness center. 

Although they remained good friends, after graduation they lost touch with each other.  Billy never returned to his trailer home.  He got a good job with an investment company in Miami.  He had given some thought to trying to get a job in New York with John’s firm, but he decided that it would not be wise.  John was married and in the closet, and he thought it best to leave it that way.  In Miami he met another young man, Marc Wyman.  It wasn’t long before they moved in together and committed to a life partnership.

Billy constantly wondered if John could return to his wife, and his marital status, without yearning for him and for other men.  Of course, he would never contact him, and so he would never know if John ever had sex again with another man.  If John wanted to remain in the closet, it was his choice.  If he wanted to live a double life, it was his choice also. 

The plain truth was that John spent most of his time in Sweden working with Arn Lindquist.  They sometimes endured long and arduous hours at the new branch office.  One night they had dinner together and drank too much.  When they got back to the office, which was empty except for them, one thing led to another, and John enjoyed gay sex with a very oversexed Swede.   They continued the relationship for the rest of John’s stay in Sweden.

Billy always looked back on his brief encounter with John Smith as the best and shortest summer romance anybody ever had.  John felt the same way about Billy and Arn.

Part Two

When John returned to Stockholm, he was miserable and frustrated.  He spent more and more time at the office to avoid having sex with Jane.  He urged Arn to go home at a decent hour, but Arn chose to remain in the office.  They spent many long hours alone in the empty office.  The two men took a little time off every evening to have a quick dinner and relax.  It was the only down time they allowed.

It was at these informal dinners that they learned more and more about each other.  They found themselves opening up and baring secrets that they never thought they would tell another human being.  Arn admitted that he hadn’t ever been that much in love with his wife.  He got drunk one night at a party and she seduced him by going down on him.  When he was hard and beyond the point of no return, she made him enter her.  The result was Sven, and a shotgun wedding.  He was sad when she developed ovarian cancer and died a couple of years later, but he loved raising Sven all by himself in an all male household.

This prompted John to admit that he was attracted to Jane, and she put out, so he figured what the hell, and they got married, but he never really loved her in the classic sense.  It was never a great love affair.  Arn had admitted that he preferred to be in an all male environment, so John wondered if he should tell Arn about Demetrius and Jamie or about his escapades at the fitness center, but he held back.

One evening over dinner, he asked Arn if he had ever loved another woman, since he never really loved his wife.  “No,” Arn said, “how about you?”

“Not ever,” John answered.

They went back to the office and John mentioned that his back was killing him.  Arn said that he gave a great massage, and urged John to remove his shirt and lie down on the reception room couch.  Without thinking, John began to laugh and said, “When I went home for those two weeks, I got a massage with relief.”

“Was she a good looking masseuse, or a bull dyke?” Arn asked.

“HE was a handsome young college student,” John answered, and immediately regretted saying it.  He didn’t know why he said it, and he didn’t know what to say now, so he simply shut up. 

The silence was forever, until Arn said, “Loosen your belt and pull down your pants a little so I can get to the small of your back.”

“We better stop now,” John said kindly.  “That’s how it started with the college student.”

Then John got the shock of his life.  “That’s exactly what I had in mind,” Arn said.

It was Arn who picked the Smith family up at the airport in a seven seater mini van.  He knew that Brett Smith was the same age as his son, and he insisted that Sven go with him to the airport.  Sven objected vehemently, but in the end he went along for the ride. 

Fortunately the two boys hit it off immediately.  Sven introduced Brett to other boys on their street, and soon he was playing soccer (futball) with them almost every day.  His mother and sister went shopping all the time, and Brett was happy to be relieved of such nonsense.  The Lindquist’s housekeeper and cook left every day after she made sure that Sven had a good supper.  Arn was rarely home before nine in the evening.  Jane often had Sven for dinner and he would spend the evening until she shooed him home and off to bed.  If Sven ate at home, Brett would go to the Lindquists after dinner and keep his friend company until it was time for bed.

On the evening that Arn gave John the first of many massages, Brett went over to Sven’s house after dinner.  The two boys were playing video games in Sven’s bedroom, when Arn called.  He told Sven that he would be particularly late that night, and if Sven was uncomfortable being alone he should sleep over at the Smiths.  Shortly after that Jane called, and told Sven to pack his sleepwear and come over to spend the night as both fathers would be very late getting home.  Brett had a big double bed, and the boys agreed it would be fun to share it.

Jane made them get into bed at about 9:30 PM.  She shut the bedroom light and as she closed the door she said, “You two better go right to sleep.  No fooling around, you hear?”  As soon as the door was closed, Sven asked, “Do you want to jerk off together?”

“I was afraid to ask you” Brett said.  He had been doing it pretty regularly, but he was ashamed to let Sven know, thinking Sven might consider it to be dirty and taboo. 

Sven expressed surprise, and said, “It’s the greatest feeling in the world.  Why would you be shy about asking me?”

“I honestly don’t know why.”

“OK, get naked,” Sven said, and he removed his PJ bottoms, which was all he had put on.  Brett did the same.  Brett expected Sven to start stroking himself, but Sven had other things in mind.  He wrapped his hand around Brett’s maturing cock and began stroking.  Brett was shocked, but made no move to stop Sven.  This just felt too good.  He got hard pretty quickly, and he began to feel an orgasm coming on. 

Sven could sense that Brett was near.  “Doesn’t it feel great?” he asked.

“Yes, oh yes,” Brett said breathlessly.  “Please don’t stop.”

“I didn’t intend to,” Sven said.  Then he did something Brett was totally unprepared for.  He bent over, took Brett’s cock in his mouth and began to stroke it with his tongue.  Brett immediately had an orgasm.  Sven swallowed all Brett’s cum and declared that it was delicious.

The two boys lay still for a few minutes and Sven said, “Just before last Christmas, I was searching through my dad’s closet to see if I could find where he hid my gifts.  On the top shelf, way at the back, I found a DVD with two naked men on the cover.  One of them had the other’s pecker in his mouth.  I played the DVD and wow did I learn a lot.  Tomorrow when our fathers go to work, would you like to see it?”

“Yes,” Brett said eagerly.  “Now can I do it to you?”

“Do what?”

“What you just did to me,” Brett giggled.  He took hold of Sven’s cock gently and started stroking.  As soon as he felt Sven’s hardness, Brett leaned over and started sucking as Sven had.  Sven’s cock head was full of pre-cum and Brett sucked it up eagerly.  It didn’t take long for Sven to reach nirvana.  He muffled his screeches as best he could, and Brett swallowed as much of Sven’s cum as he could.

Afterwards they lay naked, side by side, and Sven took hold of Brett’s hand.  He leaned over and kissed Brett gently on his lips.  There was no tongue action involved.

“I love you, you know,” Sven said to the amazed Brett. 

Brett remained silent.  His brain was working overtime.  Finally he said, “Geeze Sven, I love you too.  I never want to go home.  What are we going to do?”

At about that time, their two fathers finally admitted to each other what they both had been longing for, and they had stripped naked.  Arn was completing John’s massage in the manner he had desired.  He was down on his colleague sucking him as sensuously as he could.  John returned the favor a little bit later.  Afterward they lay on the couch crushed together, kissing desperately, as if it was the last kiss each would ever have.  Their tongues were dueling, and they were both moaning as their cocks rubbed together. 

Finally Arn mumbled in John’s ear.  “I’ve wanted this since the minute I laid eyes on you at the airport.  I trust you enough to tell you that I have been gay all my life.  That one time with my wife was an anomaly.  I don’t regret it, however, because I have Sven, and I keep my secret because of him.  I have led a pretty celibate life since Maria died.  I don’t want him to know that his old man is a fag.”

“I don’t like that word,” John admonished Arn. “Let me tell you that I have been gay, or at least I realized that I was gay since I was fourteen.”  He then told Arn about Demetrius and decided to leave Jamie for another time.  I married because Jane could arouse me and I didn’t want to lead a gay life.  At least that was true until now.  I love you Arn and this is quite a dilemma we have created.”

“I know,” Arn said.  “Let’s not think of it for now.  Let’s just have fun.  Tomorrow, I’ll bring lubricant with me, if you would like that.”

“I’d love that,” John answered as he resumed kissing Arn.

The remaining few weeks of the Smith’s stay in Stockholm passed all too quickly.  John had to resign himself to the fact that it was time to go home.  School was starting in less than a week.  He made up an excuse that he needed just a few more days and he sent his family home ahead of him.  He had to give up the rented house and he stayed with Arn, but occupied the guest room.  At night he would steal into Arn’s bedroom and the two men would make love all night.  John would sneak out to his room before Sven woke up, attempting to keep his and Arn’s love a secret. 

Finally he ran out of excuses to stay, and arranged for a flight home.  On his last night in Sweden, he and Arn “had to work late” at the office.  They coupled for the last time, each crying his eyes out, not knowing how they would survive without the other.

In the four years that followed, John and Arn, Brett and Sven stayed in close contact via E Mails, text messages and telephone calls.  Absence did indeed make their hearts grow fonder and their yearnings greater. 

During the past year both Bowers and Franklin retired and John was made CEO of the firm.  One of the first things he did was to arrange for a two week managers’ conference at corporate headquarters in New York.  He arranged for the meeting to be in the summer.  Some of the managers had young children and John encouraged them to bring their families along.  When he knew who was coming alone, and who was coming with families, he arranged for the appropriate amount of rooms at a fine New York hotel.

John lied to Jane and told her that he would stay in The City during the meeting days at the same hotel, because the training sessions would be long and arduous.  He also told her that the seminar would last for three weeks.  He had previously talked Arn into staying an extra week.  After thinking about it for awhile, Jane announced that during that time she would take her daughter and go back to Los Angeles to visit her aging parents.  John was thrilled and Brett was ecstatic.   Brett told John that he and Sven would stay at the house during those three weeks while he and Arn were at the hotel.

John and Brett met their lovers at the airport.  None of them gave any hints as to their true feelings and shook hands cordially.   John and Arn took a limo to the hotel and Brett drove Sven to his now empty home.  They didn’t even wait to get to a bedroom but began stripping in the front hall.  They stood naked, facing each other, examining their bodies, assessing how much each had changed.  They certainly had changed, now that they were each in their eighteenth year.  The two men were remarkably alike and could almost have passed for brothers.

Sven was 6’2” tall, lean and muscular, platinum blond hair, blue eyes, very little body hair, a five inch uncut cock that was currently at full mast and eight inches of hard manhood.  Brett was 6’1” tall, muscular but with a few extra attractive pounds, sandy blond hair, blue eyes (but deeper than Sven’s), some fuzzy body hair and wonder of wonders, their uncut pricks were identical in size and shape.

After viewing and adoring what they saw, they fell into each other’s arms.  Their mouths parted and their tongues met.  Their cocks ground together and they rubbed against each other.  Brett had to pull away because he began to cum.  They ran up to Brett’s bedroom, and never left, except to pee and eat, for the next two days.

When the next semester was to begin, Brett would be a full time student at Columbia University and would be living on campus.  After they had their first orgasms, Sven said, “Brett, my love, I have some fantastic news.  My father is letting me finish my education in New York.  I am going to Columbia next semester.  We must go to the school housing as soon as possible, and arrange to room together.”

Brett gave out a screech and almost crushed Sven’s bones.

“I won’t be going home with my father.  Do you think your folks would let me stay here until school starts?”

“Jerk, of course they will.”

John arranged for adjoining rooms at the hotel.  It would be unseemly for him and Arn to room together.  As soon as they entered their rooms, they opened the adjoining door.  John rushed into Arn’s room and they began to kiss as ardently as their sons had.  As they kissed they stripped.  When they were naked they stood admiring each other appreciatively.

They were in their early forties now, but they both had bodies of steel from their long work outs in their gyms.  They were both 6’ tall, blond hair, blue eyes, virtually hairless, and they possessed the same size uncut cocks.  After staring at John’s cock for a moment, Arn fell to his knees and started sucking it.  That began a full day and night of sucking and fucking.  They took a moment to call the boys who assured them that they were doing fine.

John and Arn managed somehow to concentrate on the seminars.  They had their meals with their fellow managers, but always claimed to be tired, and they would slip off early to their respective rooms.  The others couldn’t even talk them into taking in a Broadway show.

At last the two weeks ended.  The managers went home, all except Arn.  He packed and he and John rented a limo and started off to Hewlett Harbor.  John continued his lie.   He told the boys that the seminar went so well, it was cut short by a week and the Lindquists were staying on for the third week as guests in the Smith house.

Brett and Sven had been talking for many long hours before their dad’s were due to arrive home.  They did a lot of soul searching.  They didn’t want to sleep in separate rooms for the rest of Sven’s stay, so they decided to come out to their fathers and to Jane, when she returned in a couple of weeks.

Arn and John did not have that luxury.  Arn would have to occupy the guest room and they would manage as best they could until Arn returned to Stockholm.  As soon as their fathers were settled in their rooms, and they were all getting ready to go to the country club for dinner, the boys said they needed to talk.  Actually Brett did the talking.  He explained to the older men that he and Sven had been committed to each other since the summer they met in Stockholm.  They went on to ask permission to sleep together while they were under John’s roof.

The fathers were speechless and very envious.  Finally John spoke.  “We love you both,” he said, “that will never change, so be happy and live your lives the way you want to and not how others want you to.”   Arn started to cry and he and Sven embraced.

“I am so happy for you,” Arn said

“Well,” John said, “let’s go to the club and celebrate.”  Then he embraced his son as Arn had embraced his, and they both had a good cry. 

They met Jake Dawson and his lovely bride at the club.  John asked Jake if he ever heard from Billy, and Jake just shook his head sadly.  John was sad too.  He would have welcomed some news about the young man, who had given him such a delightful summer romance.  He wondered if he should try to locate him and contact him, but promptly put that thought out of his head.

Brett’s room adjoined John and Jane’s.  Since Brett had never entertained in his room until now, John was unaware that you could hear everything that went on in either room.  As a child Brett used to hear his parents making love, and when he got older, he jerked off to their moans and groans.  Ever since the Stockholm trip, he hardly heard them anymore.

That night when they all retired, Brett and Sven discreetly closed their door.  When they started to make love, John was shocked.  He could hear every sigh, moan and groan.  Even their muffled cries at climax were clear to him.  He was so aroused he could barely breathe.

Arn waited until he believed the boys would be asleep.  He crept into John’s room, closing the door securely behind him.  What he did not know was that the two young men were wide awake.  They had each just had great orgasms and were now basking in the afterglow. 

When Arn crept into his bed, John was about to tell him that maybe they should go to the guest room, but suddenly some devil in him took over.  Perversely he wanted the boys to know about his relationship with Arn.  He could not imagine why.  He could not fathom the consequences, or if there would even be any, but he was tired of living a lie.  He wouldn’t be hurting Arn.  After all Arn had no wife.  It would certainly be easier for him to let the boys hear the love making, than for him to tell them verbally that their fathers were fucking each other.  Anyway he doubted he had the courage to tell them.  He wasn’t sure if the boys were awake or asleep, but he started to make love to Arn and he was very noisy.  Subconsciously that encouraged Arn to let loose in the noise department as well.  Arn didn’t know yet that their sons could hear every sound in the room next door.

Sven was the first to speak after the love noises began.  “What’s that?” he asked nobody in particular.

“Oh my God,” Brett explained.  “My mother must have come home early.  They’re making love.”

“I never heard anyone come in after we went to bed,” Sven said.

FUCK ME HARDER they heard a voice exclaim.

“Hell and damnation,” Sven said.  “That’s my father.  Our fathers are going at it.  What are we going to do?”

“Nothing!” Brett said.  “They must know, or at least my father must know, that we can hear them.  I’ve heard my dad make love many times through these walls, and he has never been this noisy.  You know what I think?  I think they want us to know about them.  That’s what I think.”

“I won’t be able to face them in the morning.”

“Why not?” Brett asked.

“Your father has a wife.  Technically he’s cheating, and he wants his own son to know.  That’s pretty perverse, don’t you think?”

“Whatever it is, we’re not telling my mother.  The question is do we tell our fathers that we know?”  Just then John gave out a blood curdling scream as he exploded in Arn’s ass.

“If they don’t know we know after that, then they are both deaf and dumb,” Brett said.

Everyone was strangely quiet at breakfast the next morning.  It was Saturday and the fathers had the next two days at home.  Finally Brett could stand it no longer.

“Don’t you two guys have something you would like to share with us?” he asked.

After some hesitation, Arn and John answered simultaneously, “No!  Nothing I can think of.”

More hesitation, and then Sven said, “I hope we didn’t make too much noise last night, John.  I just realized that our bedroom is next to yours.”

“Actually,” John said, “I could hear every sound.  It was quite arousing.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to hear all that stuff,” Arn said.

Sven was speechless, but Brett couldn’t take it any longer.  “Look,” he said, “we could hear you two guys going at it last night.  Now we don’t want to judge, but what gives?  You didn’t try to hide it last night, so why are you denying it this morning?”

The two fathers looked at each other and finally Arn said, “OK, I’ll go first.” 

He explained how he had been gay all his life, but once and only once, Sven’s mother seduced him and Sven was conceived.  They got married, and Arn tried to have sex with his wife, but he mostly failed.  She didn’t seem to mind, and they found out later it was because she was suffering from ovarian cancer.  “I stayed practically celibate all these years so as not to hurt you,” Arn explained to Sven, “but in the end I could not help falling in love with John.”  There were tears in his eyes.  Sven wrapped his arms around his father, and they kissed on the lips.

“Well,” Sven said.  “It’s more usual for a son to come out to his father.  This is quite a reversal, and I might add, a very pleasant one.”  Now all eyes turned to John who recounted his whole history.  This time he included the story of Jamie and his one night stands at the gym.

He looked at Brett.  “It’s confession time, son,” he said.  Since I met Arn and we returned from Stockholm, I can count on one hand the number of times your mom and I have had sex.”

“I know,” Brett said quietly.

“What do you mean you know?  How do you know?” John asked his son.

“I used to hear you making love all the time, and I practically never heard you since Stockholm.  Dad, you aren’t being fair to mom.  She deserves a man who will really be into her.”

“What are you suggesting?” John asked.

“Divorce, of course.”

John began to laugh, but the laugh was bitter.  “Arn and I have been making plans for the past four years, and finally everything is falling into place.  Arn just received news that his and Sven’s green cards are being issued.  They will have permanent alien resident status until such time as they apply for citizenship, if they so wish.”

Brett couldn’t contain himself.  He jumped up and embraced Sven, then Arn, and then his father.

“Now that I’ve been promoted to CEO,” John continued, “I need a manager in the New York office to take my place.  I’ve offered Arn the job and he’s accepted.”

“That’s wonderful,” Brett said.  “Congratulations!”

“Yes,” John said, “everything is wonderful except now I have to tell your mother I want a divorce, and the reason I want it.  I hope she’ll be understanding.  I’m so scared.”

As it turned out, sex is a greater motivator than the need for comfort and convenience.  Jane admitted that she was tired of living like a nun and she had been involved in several affairs in the last four years.  She wanted a divorce also, but it was costly to John.  She got the house, mortgage free, heavy child support for Tiffany, even greater alimony, a goodly chunk of their investments, and membership in the country club as long as she remained single.  John gave it to her gladly.

He and Arn rented a luxury three bedroom penthouse apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan.  After the first semester the boys moved out of school housing and into the apartment, which was only minutes from campus.  Apparently the apartment had thicker walls than Jane’s house, because the two couples rarely heard each other making love.

And they made love often and passionately.  The specter of losing the other’s love at the end of the summer was a thing of the past.  The fleeting nature of summer romances had been replaced by permanent and enduring love.

Author’s Note:  Suburban New Yorkers refer to Manhattan as The City when speaking of  that magical place.  Hence, the several references to The City in the story.  Hewlett Harbor is a very upscale wealthy suburb of New York City.

Posted: 03/04/11