Looking Ahead
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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This story is dedicated to my two fellow authors, advisors, and peer reviewers: DD and E

QUITTIN’ TIME

Al closed his computer. Looking at the clock he noted that it was five fifteen, time to leave the office, get in his car, fight the traffic and go home. “Home, hell!” He thought to himself “What is there to go home to?”

He was 46, 5’10” with brown hair and hazel eyes. He had been a widower since his wife had died three years earlier. His son and daughter were grown, and on their own, living in other parts of the country. He still lived in the house he and his wife had bought 20 years earlier.

“Go home to what?” he thought. “Another night of a pop-in-the-oven meal and another night of boring television? There’s nothing, NOTHING to go home to. OH, FUCK! FUCK IT ALL, DAMMIT! Nothing to look forward to but a long succession of lonely nights and dreary days.

Who knows where Al’s rising anger and frustration might have led, if just then the phone rang.

“Hello, Al Johnson speaking. How may I help you?”

“Hi, bud, it’s Steve,” said the voice at the other end.

“Hi, Steve. What’s up?” asked Al.

Al and Steve Green had been friends for twenty years. They got together for a drink once in a while, but hadn’t seen each other for a month or so. Steve was also 46, 5’11, and had black hair and blue eyes. His wife had died eight months ago, and he had been pretty much out of it for a while.

“I was wondering if we could get together for dinner tonight—if you don’t have other plans. I have something to tell you,’ Steve said.

“Great idea,” said Al. “I’m free, but I’ll tell you what mister, dinner’s on me. Haven’t seen you for a while, and just before you called I was ready to shout with boredom, or shoot myself, and I didn’t really care which one I did first.”

“Al, it was my idea, and I think I should pick up the tab, but OK, I’ll agree to your terms this time, because I really don’t care if you shout or shoot yourself, but if you shot yourself too, I’d probably be the ones the cops called to clean up the mess. How about the Steak House on First Street in 30-45 minutes?”

“Great Steve. See you in a few,” Al said and hung up the phone.

“Thank you, Lord,” Al breathed to himself. Now he could look forward to seeing a friend and not having to eat alone again.

* * * *

THE DINNER AND THE PLAN

The Steak House was a nice restaurant that served good food. Their chef really knew how to fix a T-bone steak, and they had a cook who did great soups, salads, and desserts.

When Al got to the restaurant Steve was already there, seated at a table with a nice view of the harbor outside.

Steve got up and high-fived his buddy, and the two guys gave each other the one-armed hug that guys give each other.

While they had shrimp bisque and a salad, they brought each other up-to-date on what they had been doing. Actually, since their wives had died, there wasn’t that much news to share, except for some “Do you remember …?” and “Whatever happened to old…?”

Their steaks and baked potatoes were done to perfection, and when they had assuaged their appetites, Al said,  “OK, friend, what did you want to tell me?”

Steve said, “I had been thinking about buying a little place out in the country, where maybe I could go and do some fishing, or relaxing, you know, and just unwind after a week in the rat race.”

“Go on,” said Al.

“Yesterday, a guy at work told me he had just such a cabin, and he was thinking of selling it, because he didn’t get up there all that much, and he said maybe I would like to go up for the weekend and check it out. You know, see if it was what I really wanted.

A-a-a-and, I was wondering if maybe you would like to go up with me. The cabin has electricity, a backup generator, a pump with running water, and a septic tank, so we won’t have to go to any little house at the bottom of the garden.”

Al almost had tears in his eyes. “Steve, you don’t know how much I’d like to go with you. I don’t know if I would really like living in the country, but I’d give anything to get a break. When can we go?”

“Today’s Thursday, and Monday’s the Fourth of July. Could we get away from our jobs early tomorrow? We’d get up there Friday night, and we would have all day Saturday, Sunday, and most of Monday, and come back Monday night,” Steve said.

“I may have a better idea. I can take the whole day tomorrow, so we can get an earlier start,” said Al.

“Actually,” Steve grinned, “I am taking the whole day tomorrow also, because I want to get some food in for the weekend. Could I pick you up at, say, 9:00, and we can do some shopping, and then hit the road?”

“That, my friend, is a plan. What should I pack?” asked Al.

“I think casual clothes, for the day time, some warm jackets in case the nights are cool, your swim trunks, and some insect repellant. Oh, and just in case, an umbrella.”

“Gotcha. I’m gonna start packing tonight.”

They finished their dinner, passed on dessert, and Al paid the bill, leaving a nice tip.

As Al drove home, he thought, “Now I have a great weekend to look forward to.”

* * * *

THE CABIN

The guys made an early start, did their shopping, and were on the road by 10:00. On the trip they were laughing and joking. Al had never been so happy since his wife died. He hadn’t realized just what a great guy Steven was.

They stopped at a fast food restaurant for lunch, and by 1:00 were at the cabin.

When they reached the cabin they were pleasantly surprised to see electric wires running from the cabin to the electric pole outside. The wires ran up and down the road.

“I’m kind of glad to see we have electricity,” said Steve.

The men took their luggage and groceries into the cabin, and saw a large room with a television, some chairs and a table. A large window gave a view of the lake. A kitchen with small refrigerator, sink and small stove was in an alcove to one side.

On the other side of the room was a bathroom and bedroom. The bathroom had a toilet, a sink, and a shower. There was a witch and a sign on the wall that said “To endure a sufficient supply of water, please turn on the pump when you finish showering.”

Steve explained. “There’s a large water pump and a water heater in the attic. When we take a shower, we turn on the pump so there will be more water for the next shower.”

The bedroom had two single beds, each with a bedside table and lamp, a chest of drawers and a walk-in closet.

“This is pretty nice, Steve,” said Al.

 “How about a dip in the lake?” asked Steve. “It’s been a hot day and the water looks damn good.”

“Great idea,” said Al, as he moved to his suitcase. “Oh, shit! I forgot to pack my trunks.”

“No big deal, bud,” said Steve. “It’s just you and me, and there are no near neighbors. We’ll just go skinny-dipping. Who’s to know—and who cares?”

So the two guys stripped, and then they checked each other out, as guys will do.

Steve saw that Al was 5’10” with brown hair and hazel eyes. His body was well defined, and he had a light dusting of fine brown hair on his chest and lower abdomen. His cut cock was about 4” inches long.

Al saw that Steve was 5’11” in height, and had black hair and blue eyes. Steve’s body was also pretty well defined, and he had a heavy matting of black hair on his chest and around his nipples, but his six-pack was smooth. The hair began as it ran from his navel down to his pubes. His flaccid uncut cock was about 4½ inches long.

Of course, neither guy commented on the other’s body. They went out the door, walked down to the edge of the lake and waded in. The water was a little cooler than the air and their testicles began to retract up against their bodies.

For two hours the swam, floated, splashed, and got out and laid in the sun.

As they lay there in the sun, Steve said “We’d better get some sun block. We don’t want to end up looking like a couple of red lobsters. “

He went into the house and came out with a large tube of sun block. He coated his face, arms, chest, torso, and legs, and then handed the tube to Al.

“Want me to do your back?” Steve asked.

“Thanks. Then I’ll do yours.” Al said.

When they were well protected from the rays of the sun, the two just lay back and closed their eyes. They fell asleep, and didn’t wake up until the sound of thunder caused them to wake up.

“We’d better get in the house, or we’ll get soaked,” Steve said.

Al began to laugh, “We’ve been getting soaked all afternoon. A little rain isn’t going to hurt.”

A flash of lightning convinced them both that water might not hurt them but a charge of electricity going through their bodies might do some harm.

They got up and went into the house and got there just as the heavens opened, and the rains poured down.  They were in the bedroom getting towels to dry off with, when Steve seemed to trip and fall against Al, who instinctively put his arms to keep his friend from falling.

Al found himself holding Steve and looking at him. Not knowing quite why he did it (but part of him knew quite well, why he did), he drew Steve closer to him, and kissed him gently on the lips. Steve responded, and the kiss moved from gentle to passionate.

Steve now pulled Al closer to him, and began to lick Al’s lips, his chin, and his nose. The two men’s bodies were now in full body contact, and Al could begin to feel his cock rise and rub against Steve’s penis, which was also standing at full attention.

The kissing, grinding, fondling, pushing, kissing,  rubbing, and more grinding of crotch to crotch, cock to cock went on until Al felt a warm stream of liquid coating his genitals. Then his body erupted its flow of white, lava-like cum all over Steve’s abdomen, penis, and balls.

Al and Steve pulled back a little and looked at each other. “Wow!” said Al, “What happened?”

“I don’t know, Al, I just know it was …. it was wonderful. I haven’t ….., I don’t …., “ Steve stuttered.

“I have a confession to make, Steve,” Al said. “I didn’t forget to pack my trunks. I left them home on purpose, and if you hadn’t suggested skinny dipping, I would have.”

“Hum, well, well, I have something to tell you, my friend,” confessed Steve, with downcast eyes. “I didn’t trip by accident. I did it on purpose, hoping you would …, well, hoping you would catch me.”

“Heh! Heh!” chuckled Al, “Looks like both our devious minds came up with plans to get us what we each seem to have wanted all along.”

“Al, that was wonderful, but right now, I feel I want to take a nap before supper,” said Steve.

“A nap sounds like a plan,” said Al. Let’s move these two single beds together, and turn the mattresses 90º, so the beds don’t slide apart.”

So the two exhausted friends lay down, with Al spooning behind Steve.

* * * *

After their naptime, Al and Steve, got dressed, and fixed some supper. For some reason, the afternoon’s activities had given each of them quite an appetite.

After supper, they sat on the porch, and talked—about politics, their jobs, favorite television shows, every topic under the sun, except the one topic that was like an elephant in the room—what had happened that afternoon, and what it meant to them.

Al’s thoughts ran along the lines of “That was great this afternoon. Steve’s a great guy, and I want to see more of him, but what does he think. Will he think I’m a pervert of some kind, if I suggest we do it again?”

In the meantime, Steve was thinking “I have never felt this way about anyone since my wife died. I don’t want this to end when we go home on Monday. What does he think of me? I think he likes me, and I know I think he’s wonderful. Where is this going?”

After an evening of pleasant talk, and agonizing thoughts about where this was all going, Al stood up, and said, “I’m gonna take a shower, and then hit the sack.”

“Go ahead. I’ll sit here for a bit and then I’ll take a shower and go to bed, too,” said Steve.

Al went in the cabin,  stripped, and took a shower and let the warm water play over his body, his penis and balls, and at one point he leaned forward and cleaned his ass crack, thinking …., thinking how nice…., thinking how he would like to have Steve’s pole explore that region.

“I’m done,” he called to Steve, and lay down in the bed and closed his eyes.

He was vaguely aware of  Steve getting up, coming in the house, and going into the bathroom. Al heard the shower running, and he lay there on his side, with his flaccid cock, lying peacefully.

Al heard Steve come in to the bedroom, and lay down on the bed behind him.

Then Al became away of something thick and hairy and very hard pushing its way between his legs and butting into his ball sack.  “Umm, this is nice,” Al thought.

The next thing Al knew was a hand come around his shoulder, and land on his nipple. He felt something wet on the hand massaging one nipple and then another, then back to the first, and then back to the first one. Then the hand moved down Al’s belly until it reached Al’s bush.

At the same time the thick, hairy snake was rubbing against Al’s hairy inner thighs. As the snake pushed back and forth, Al began to squeeze his legs tighter and tighter together, and to push back against Steve. These movements came faster and faster, until Steve said, “I’m cooooooooming, I’m coooooooming. Here it is.”

The white jizz coated Al’s inner thighs, his balls, and his cock. Some leafed down his body towards his ass cheeks.

The hand that had massaged Al’s upper and lower torso, now gently moved Al so that he was lying on his back.

Steve was leaning on an elbow, and looking down at Al’s glistening body with an impish grin. “Oh, Al, what must you think of me!” he said. “Where are my manners? I’ve gotten you all wet. I’ll have to do something about that.”

Steve got on his hands and knees, and proceeded to lick the cum off of Al’s body, starting with his navel, and moving down the lower abdomen to the balls, and then o his inner thighs.

Al was moaning in delight. Then he said, “Steve, I am not one to complain, but I think you may have missed a spot—the are between my pubes and my balls.”

“Fear not, Friend. I haven’t missed it. I am saving the best for the last, so just lie back and enjoy it while old Steve here sucks the stuffing out of your joy-stick.”

With that Steve went down on Al and took his pulsing penis into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around the piss-slit. Then he licked the shaft up and down. In only a few minutes, Al erupted again, sending sprays of white creamy cum into Steve’s mouth.

“All I can say is Um-Um Good! That’s what Al’s creamy cum soup is, um-um good,” Steve breathed into Al’s ear.

In a few minutes both men were fast asleep.

* * * *

The next two days, Saturday and Sunday went by in a flash. Al and Steve spent their days, swimming, sunning, talking, and making love. They talked about everything except the topic that was uppermost in their minds.

Their lovemaking was passionate. There wasn’t an inch of each one’s body that the other had not explored with fingers, hands, lips, mouths, or cocks.

Al was sick at heart. Had all this weekend only been a continuous round of hot sex to Steve, and nothing else? What did he have to look forward to?

Finally, after breakfast on Monday, as they were packing up to go home, Al looked at Steve and said “We have to talk.”

Steve looked at him and said “Do we have to? The weekend is over and this has been the most wonderful weekend of my life in a long time, and if you’re going to shake my hand and say ‘well, so long fuck-buddy. It’s been great, and I hope we’ll always be friends’ I will…. I will…., I don’t know what I will do, and that’s DAMN STRAIGHT.”

“Look at me, Steve. Are you saying this has not just been a hot weekend at the lake for you? Do you mean you don’t want it to end. Well, DAMN IT, neither do I,” said Al.
”I want us to be a part of each other’s lives from now… UUMPHH”

I am afraid Al didn’t get any farther, because Steve took him into his arms, and kissed him, and said, “No, Al, I DO NOT WANT IT TO END EITHER. I want us to be together from now on, also. I love you.”

The rest of the day and the trip home were filled with plans for the future. Since  the lease on Steve’s apartment was due to run out soon, it was decided Steve would move in with Al. Al would just tell his kids that Steve was an old friend, and was renting a room in the old house. Al didn’t mind doing the laundry, and Steve liked to cook.

As the car sped back to the city, Al thought to himself, “Looks like I do have something forward to look forward to, after all.”

The End

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Posted: 06/01/07