Marc 

It was supposed to be our vacation of a lifetime for my wife and me. It was my last ditch effort to steer our marriage, which seemed to be faltering for some time, back to where it once was when we first fell in love. We’d been married for seven years and our paths seemed to be running in two parallel paths instead of one united path. She had her career in advertising and I had my CPA firm. As I said, two lives that once became one were now two distinct entities that seldom crossed.

“I don’t see how I can possibly manage a few days off much less a week, Marc,” she told me yet again for the umpteenth time.

“But Mary, we need this time together away from the distractions that have pulled us farther apart. We need to renew ourselves and our relationship,” I argued for just as many times.

“I can’t go Marc, this is one of my busiest times of the year for me. I have the O’Riley account that’s threatening to take their advertising to another agency and at least six other new accounts. You’ll just have to cancel or go alone.”

“I can’t cancel now. I’ll lose everything that I paid for the trip. You have a partner, why can’t he cover for you, heaven knows that you've done it for him too many times to count,” I hoped to reason with her.

“I said no and that’s the end of it Marc. Now I have to go, I have a ten-fifteen to prepare for.”

No kiss, no hug goodbye. I had a 10:15 appointment to prepare for. I threw on my suit coat, grabbed my keys and I was out the door right behind her. As I drove, my mind was playing out several scenarios about how to handle the vacation. I could cancel it like Mary suggested. Damn it, did I really want to throw away over five thousand dollars that I paid for this all inclusive vacation? No, the accountant in me was shrieking in horror at the thought. Then it hit. I’d take a friend and make it a man’s getaway vacation. My only problem was, who would I bring. Every person whom I could think of would refuse because they were either married or their wives would never allow them to go without her or they couldn’t take the time off from work like Mary.

“Fuck it. I’ll just cancel the fucking trip and be done with it,” I angrily shouted out as if doing so would take away the sting of losing the money.

“Good morning Mr. Bennett,” my receptionist said in greeting.

“Good morning Caroline; how are you this morning?”

“I’m good thank you. By the way, you have a new client, a Brandon Barnes coming in at 9:00. He’s looking for someone to handle his company’s investments,” she told me.

“Do I really have room for another client?” I mentally considered for a moment. “Especially some old, set-in-his-way grandfather type who’s close to retirement.”

I walked down the hall to my office, hung up my suit coat and filed through my appointments for today. I was busy tidying up some loose ends for one of my clients when Caroline buzzed me.

“Mr. Bennett, Mr. Barnes is here to see you,” she announced.

“Please send him in.” I got up, shrugged on my coat and went to the door just as he got there.

One thing that I had learned in this business was not to assume. Brandon Barnes was definitely not the old grandfather type of guy. He stood at least an inch or so taller than I and he was built solid, muscular solid. 

“Mr. Barnes … Marc Bennett, and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” we shook hands and his grip was firm. “Come in and have a seat. Can I get you anything, coffee, tea or perhaps a water?”

“I’m good, thanks. I’m supposed to meet my son and his friend for breakfast when I’m done here.”

“Then let’s get right down to business, Mr. Barnes.”

“Please, call me Brandon,”

“I’m Marc and what can I do for you?”

“My accountant, whom I've had with my architectural company for the last thirty years, is retiring and instead of hiring a new accountant, my son suggested that I outsource my financial business to a private company. I did a lot of research and your firm ranks as the best. I liked that your firm met my financial requirements, but it also came highly recommended by both the Chamber of Commerce and the Better Business Bureau.”

“I’m flattered Brandon, but you don’t look old enough to have been in business for thirty years. I’m thirty and you don’t look any older than I am.”

“Thank you, but I'm thirty-eight and I just recently took over the business from my late father.”

“Well we have that in common. I took over for my father when he and Mom decided to retire and travel.”

We discussed his business needs and I agreed to meet with his retiring accountant to discuss the transition. I said goodbye and much to my embarrassment, my stomach growled loudly.

“I’m sorry Brandon, I skipped breakfast this morning because my darling wife and I had a rather heated discussion,” I told him when his cell phone rang.

“Excuse me Marc.” He answered his phone. “Not a problem Josh, I’ll see you later at the office,” he said hanging up. “My son Joshua, called to cancel our breakfast date. How about you and I go for breakfast. I know that your stomach is hungry because it made it’s voice quite obvious.”

“I don’t have any appointments until later this afternoon, so why not?” I agreed and together we left my office. “Caroline, I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” I told her and she nodded.

"How about I drive and I can drop you off after?” I agreed and climbed into his old, beat up pickup truck. For a man of his financial worth, I was very taken back by his mode of transportation.

“You weren’t expecting me to be driving this old relic were you?”

“Quite honesty, I don’t know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn’t this.” 

“It’s a 1938 Ford pickup that belonged to my grandfather. Dad hated anything Ford so it went to me when he passed away.” He showed me a picture of his truck when it new. The paint was bright and the few dents that are now on it are gone.

We drove to a local restaurant and were seated right away in a corner booth away from the hustle and bustle of the main dining area.

“So tell me something about Marc Bennett the man,” Brandon said and it caught me off guard. 

“Well, like I said earlier, I’m thirty, married seven years and have no children. I love to fly and have a Cessna 414 that I bought recently from a client.”

“I used to fly but my eyesight flunked the eye test so now I’m grounded. Man, do I miss the feeling of being up in the sky, just me and the clouds. There’s nothing like it, but then I don’t have to tell you that.”

“I’m taking her up today after work, why don’t you come with me?” I asked.

“Are you sure, because I’d love to Marc,” he said while placing his hand over mine and there was something that crossed between us.

We both drew our hands back and turned our attention to the menu. We enjoyed a great breakfast and an even better conversation. I found out that Brandon was a widower of three years and that his son Joshua, was his only child and working with him. We finished our breakfast and he dropped  me back at my firm. We agreed to meet at the airport at five-thirty. I found myself thinking about Brandon quite a bit during the rest of the day. How personable he was and how easy I found talking to him to be. Finally at four I decide to call it a day and closed down the office and went home. I showered, changed into my favorite cargo shorts and my favorite Journey tee shirt. I left Mary a note explaining where I was going and not to expect me for dinner.

“If she can’t make an exception for me then let her eat alone,” I grumbled as I grabbed my keys and out the door I went.

The sky was a beautiful shade of blue as I glanced up while waiting for the Miami traffic to move. I arrived at the airport and saw Brandon and whom I assume to be his son waiting for me outside the hanger where my plane was housed.

“I’m sorry that I’m late; the traffic was horrible,” I told them when I walked up to them.

“Marc, this is my son Josh.” We shook hands and, like his father, his grip was firm. “I didn’t think you would mind if he came along with us,” Brandon said with a concerned look.

“Not at all, Brandon.”

His son was the younger version of him, tall, muscular and extremely handsome. They both have blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes and the plumpest lips that I had ever seen on a man. When they turned to walk into the hanger, I noticed that they both had a round, plump and very muscular ass. Now don’t go assuming that I’m gay, because you would be wrong. I just appreciate it when a man or woman keeps themselves up. I’m very attracted to women and I could see that Brandon was as well when he noticed my female mechanic Beth, who was putting away her tools. Now Josh on the other hand barely gave her a glance and instead kept his nose buried in his phone.

“She’s already to go Marc,” Beth said with a smile and glanced several times at Josh.

She’s a very attractive young lady and even though she’s only twenty-one, she’s quite knowledgeable when it comes to plane engines. She grew up spending more time with her mechanic father at the airport then she did at home.

“Could you at least put the phone down long enough to be cordial, Josh?” I heard Brandon whisper to his son.

“Huh … oh sorry. Hey everyone,” he said and went right back to his phone.

We boarded the plane and I started her up. I slowly move out of the hangar and onto the tarmac. I radioed  the tower and asked for clearance to take off. I was told to get in behind another Cessna and I taxied up behind him. Once he turned onto the runway and waited, I was given the green light a few moments later to take off.

I powered up and took off down the runway. As I pulled back on the throttle, the nose started to climb up towards the sky. My heart climbed along with it as the plane gained altitude. We flew around for the better part of two hours before I headed her back to the airport. The landing was smooth and Brandon complimented me on my skills.

"My dad was a pilot and he taught me most of what I know," I explained. "I just wish he were here to enjoy flying with me instead of vacationing around Europe."

While we were taxing up to the hangar, I noticed another young man standing there waiting.

"Andrew's here," Josh said excitedly at seeing the young man.

We came to a stop outside the hanger. Josh hurriedly opened the door and jumped out before the engine was even off. He ran up to Andrew and they kissed like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in months.

"My son is gay, Marc, I hope that doesn’t bother you," Brandon said very embarrassed by his son’s open display of affection with the other young man. "He and Andrew are lovers. They have been ever since college."

"You don’t have to be embarrassed Brandon, about your son’s sexuality. I have no problem with him being gay if you don't, buddy. My brother is gay and has had a lover for nine years," I told him with a smile.

"Thanks Marc, that really means a lot to me because not many guys feel like you do about gays," Brandon said apologetically. “I’m just old school where a man is supposed to fall in love with a woman and not another man.”

“I’m of the same upbringing Brandon,” I told him placing my hand on his and there was that funny thing again that happened back at the restaurant. 

I can’t explain it. It's like when you touch someone and you give them a quick shock. But this seemed different, it gave us a zap and then went up my arm and seemed to linger around my chest.

We put the plane back in the hangar and got out.

“Dad, I’m going back with Andy. It was great meeting you Mr. Bennett,” he said and the two of them were gone before I could respond.

“I’m sorry Marc, he’s usually very polite but when he’s with Andrew … well you know how young hormones are.”

“It’s truly not a problem Brandon. I was going to grab a bite to eat at my favorite steakhouse. Would you like to join me, unless you have other plans?” I asked.

“I don’t want to impose on you and your wife,” he said.

“No wife; just me. It seems like I’m eating alone more times than not. So I’m treating.” He smiled and I was taken aback when I gott that damn feeling again.

We had a great dinner and our conversation moved to a more personal level. It was the kind of conversation that friends have who have known each other for years. We’d become that comfortable with each other in the short time that we’d known each other. Then I had a brilliant idea and I needed to run it by him.

“What are you doing next week, Brandon?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just listen to me and then give me your thoughts.”

Brandon agreed.

“I have this luxury suite reserved in St. Thomas, and my wife refuses to take time off to go. If I cancel then I lose everything that I paid because I have to give a month’s notice to cancel. So how about flying down with me and have a guy’s vacation?”

“I would love to Marc, but I promised Josh and Andrew that I would take them camping.”

“Bring them with us, the suite has two bedrooms with two queen size beds in each room. The only thing that it will cost you is spending money. Everything is already paid for.”

“Let me give Josh a call and run it by him.” He called his son several times but each time it went directly to voicemail. “I think they're busy … do you need me to explain?” Brandon’s face was crimson as he lowered his eyes to his empty plate.

“Brandon, look at me please. It’s alright and you don’t have to explain. Hey, we were their age once."   

The next morning he gave me a call at my office. He and the boys were very excited about going with me. Then the week crawled by as I eagerly awaited for Saturday to come.

On the day of the flight, Brandon and the two boys met me at the airport. Once we had everything stowed away, my flight plan registered, we are ready to take off. Brandon parked his truck in my hanger. Beth assured me that she would guard it with her life and we all laughed.

Andrew was a somewhat shy but beautiful boy. He was not what you would call a handsome young man, he was beautiful. Although he had a swimmer’s muscled build, he was more feminine in his mannerisms. His hair was a strawberry blonde and long, just to his shoulders. His figure when viewing him from behind was more that of a woman, an hour glass figure with a nice round ass.

“Thanks for inviting Andy and me to go with you Mr. Bennett.”

“Okay boys, before we go anywhere let’s get some things out in the open. First off, I’m Marc and not Mr. Bennett. I’m also aware that the two of you are gay and that you’re lovers. This doesn’t bother me because, as I already told your father, I have a gay brother. And one thing that I didn’t mention to him is that we’re identical twins.”

“Do you know the shit that I could pull if I had an identical twin brother?”

“I can only imagine and we don’t need you to elaborate, Josh,” Brandon warned sternly.

“I can just imagine how they must have driven their parents crazy.” Brandon thought.

“Everyone one buckled up?” I asked as I taxied over to the waiting area. 

I radioed the tower and was given clearance for takeoff. I taxied out onto the runway, powered up the engine and pulled back on the throttle and up we went. 

The weather was clear but there was a very strong head wind. Before I know it I was off course from my flight plan and running very low on fuel.

“Brandon, I need you to make sure that the guys are buckled in tight and any loose items stowed away.”

“What’s wrong Marc?”

“I fueled up at the airport in Miami before leaving and because of the upper level wind currents, I drifted off course somehow. Now we're out of gas and the plane is heading for the ocean faster than I care to think of.” My brain was working overtime to figure out what to do. “What the fuck do I do, Brandon,” I asked in a panic

The silence was eerie, no engine noise, just the sound of the wind whistling by as we descended faster and faster towards the ocean. Looking around, all I could see was a lot of ocean and one lone island some distance in front of us. I could only hope that we had enough altitude to reach it. Brandon was on the radio trying to send a mayday call out to whoever could hear us.

"No one's answering Marc," he said frantically.

"Don't worry Brandon, just keep trying because someone may hear you," I answered still concentrating on the distance to the island.

I knew this was not going to be a pretty landing and I was so afraid of what could be the outcome. I was still not sure if I were going to be able to extend the plane’s glide to the island.

"Brace yourselves for a crash landing," I yelled out as we continued to lose altitude and the ocean was still below us and rapidly rising closer.

I saw the beach just ahead of us and I had a decision to make. 

Do I try to land on the water, skimming across it like a stone skims across the water when you throw it, or go for a landing on the beach?

I decided to ask them, and Josh and Andrew said, “Glide across the water towards the beach,” Brandon advised.

"This is going to be a rough one guys," I yelled again. "So get ready to get out once we land."

"Just keep the nose up as best you can," Brandon told me.

I was trying to keep the nose up as I approached the water. The faster the ocean came towards us the harder it was to keep things level. The landing gear was down and at the last minute I decided to put them back up, which would make it easier to glide over the water. I hoped everyone was braced for a crash landing as the water came up faster and faster to meet the plane.

"Here we go," I yelled as the belly of the plane hit the water.

We skimmed  a ways, got up into the air for a bit and then down on the water and glideed along rapidly toward the beach. The plane finally came to a stop when it crashed into the thick trees.

"Is everyone alright," I yelled out and I heard no answer.

I could feel what felt like hot water pouring down my face and then a blurred grayness shrouded my eyes, getting darker and darker until, blackness overcame me. 

“Andrew … is, is he dead,” I stammered as Josh and Andrew pulled Marc from the wreckage.

“He’s alive but he has a massive cut along his hairline,” Andrew said pulling his shirt off and applying it to the cut. “I need something to close his wound because I can see his skull.”

I was in a panic until I remembered that Marc had brought his fishing gear. I hurried to where the luggage and other things were stored. I tossed out the luggage, backpacks anything and everything that was in my way until I finally found Marc’s tackle box.

“Here Andy, will this work?” I was holding up a roll of fish line and a sewing needle.          

Andrew nodded his head. I was threading the needle while Andrew told Josh to apply pressure. “While I’m stitching him up, I need you to find me some alcohol. I don’t care what it is as long as it’s got a good amount of alcohol in it.”

I handed him the needle and dashed off in search of the booze that I saw while looking for the tackle box. There it was, laying in the sand … Jack Daniel’s Kentucky bourbon.

“Is this strong enough Andy,” he nodded while stitching.

“Open it, Josh … get ready to hold him down because he’s starting to come around.”

My son’s shy, introverted boyfriend was completely blowing my mind, calmly kneeling beside Marc and sewing up his wound.

“Done … cut this line right here between my fingers.” Josh cut the line with a pocket knife from the box. “Give me the booze, now roll him so that he’s facing upward with his head tilting back,” Josh and I did as he said.

Andrew carefully poured the bourbon over the cut, saturating it.

Marc let out a blood curdling scream and tried to bolt upright but I placed my body over his.

“Shhhhh, I have you buddy,” I whispered against his ear and I felt his tension dissipate.   

“Shhhhh, I have you buddy," a voice said … it was familiar … the scent was masculine, musky … Brandon. I began to regain consciousness. The grayness became brighter and brighter until I opened my eyes and focused on Brandon, his face a breath away from mine. How have I never noticed how blue his eyes were until now? His lips were … what? … they were … kissable. Do they taste as good as they look I wondered.

"Marc, speak to me is anything hurting you," he asked me and I saw the worry he had for me on his face.

"I don’t think so," I said but why can’t he hear me?

"You had a very bad cut on your forehead, but Andrew stitched and bandaged it up. He's going to be a doctor if we ever get off this island."

“His mouth … kiss me and prove to me that your lips taste as good as they look.

“Why isn’t he responding?” Brandon’s asked.

“I’m not a doctor … but my educated guess is that he has a concussion,” some beautiful boy was telling my Brandon.

“Kiss him Dad like the prince did in Snow White. You never know, he’ll probably wake up.”

“Yes, listen to him sweetheart. Kiss me and let your lips, your mouth work it’s magic on me.”

“I’m not going to kiss him Josh. Neither of us is gay.”

“Being gay or not has nothing to do with it. It’s just a kiss Dad. Close your eyes and imagine that he’s mom and kiss him.”

“I’m ready Brandon, kiss me awake and tell me that you love me.”

Brandon closed his eyes and lowered his lips to my mouth. The instant they touched, that feeling, that magical thing enveloped us. He pressed his mouth firmly against my mouth and thrust his tongue deep into my waiting mouth. Instinctively, my arms eased up, surrounding Brandon’s neck and pulling him closer. 

Brandon jumped away from the shock of my response to his kiss.

“What the fuck was that for Brandon?” I shouted at him. “You were fucking kissing me, man.”

“It’s my fault Marc. You weren’t waking up so I told him to kiss you awake. You know, the prince, Snow White and all.” Josh said.

“Do I look like a fucking princess Josh? Well do I?”

“Hell no. You’re fucking hot for a straight dude. But …”

“But what … come on Josh you can tell me.”

“You were kissing Dad back like you were enjoying it.”

*******

I looked at Brandon who was refusing to even look at me and I tried to remember. Did I willingly kiss him? No way would I kiss a man. Now my brother would in a New York minute but not me. Although … No it’s not even conceivable.

“Brandon, look at me please,” reluctantly he turned and our eyes met. “I want the truth; did I kiss you willingly?” He nodded and turned away. “I’m not angry at you Brandon,” I told him. “I don’t remember anything after we hit … Oh my God is everyone else alright Brandon, what about you Josh, Andrew?"

"Josh is fine and Andrew is just a bit banged up but there’s nothing to worry about. You got the worst of it when your head collided with that palm tree,” he said pointing to the palm tree that was lying across the crushed window of the cockpit."

"How did you get me out of the plane?"

"That was the easy part, but stopping your bleeding was the hard part. Andrew had to use some fishing line to stitch your cut. It was a good thing that you had that fishing tackle box stowed away in the back.“

"Thanks Andrew, I owe you one, buddy," I said as I sat up. "Oh fuck! My head feels like I got hit with a baseball bat."

"You have a concussion Mr. Spencer, so you need to lie still."

"It’s 'Marc' remember, and I will."

The plane wasn’t a total wreck but it wasn't much good for shelter and the radio was useless. Josh tried to repair the radio, but the damage was too great.

"I guess we're marooned here until someone misses us," Brandon said.

"Dad, we need to find water and shelter before it gets dark," Joshua pointed out. "I saw a small pond or lake when we were approaching the island just over that tree line. Andy and I are going to go and see if it's drinkable. We'll be back in a few, Dad."

"Just be careful son and watch out for wild animals and quicksand."

"Dad we're not in Africa or the Amazon."

"Just the same be careful son; you know there could be snakes and things, okay."

"Sure dad we will."

“Snakes, Josh … what kind of snakes?”

“Just the one-eyed kind,” he said grabbing his crotch.

“Mmmm I like that kind of snake,” he said chuckling as they walked away.

"And you stay still Marc," Andrew ordered. "God I'm good," he said smiling to himself as they disappeared into the trees.

They trekked off toward the jungle and Brandon propped me up with some cushions from the plane. 

“We took what we thought we'd need from the plane while you were unconscious,” he told me as he took a seat beside me.

He was still on the cautious side but didn't avoid me like before.

"I'm so sorry Brandon for this mess I made." I said.

"You did your best Marc. We’re all alive and able to move around thanks to your great piloting skills. I would've drifted off course just the same as you so don’t go beating yourself up over it. Our heading was right the whole time, so we must have been in an upper wind shift."

"Well you're still very understanding. I guess our cell phones aren't working here either?" I asked dejectedly.

"Nope. Tried them as soon as we got you out of the plane buddy," he replied.

“I’m sorry that I kissed you Brandon. I really don’t remember anything about that unless … well I’m sorry.”

“I’m okay now. Besides, I was the idiot that listened to Josh and his fairytale foolishness. By the way Marc, you’re too masculine to ever be mistaken for a princess.” We laughed hysterically and were back to Marc and Brandon … friends.

Twenty minutes later, the boys were back. Josh with water in a container and Andrew carrying fruit and a variety of wild vegetables.

"The water we saw is fine for drinking, but Andy says we should still boil it first. Also I noticed that there’s fish in the pond so we’ll have a source of protein."

"Shit, how are we going to make a fire for cooking?" I asked.

"With my lighter and some paper from the plane," Brandon replied.

"I guess this is the only time your smoking pays off Dad." Joshua grinned.

"Well my cigarettes didn't make it because they're crushed. So I guess I have to quit smoking now son." Brandon grinned back.

“Your cigarettes might not have survived the crash but our pot did,” Josh said smiling.

“Are you fucking kidding me Josh? Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have gotten all of us into? Well do you?”

“I wasn’t thinking about trouble. I figured that with it being a private flight, so we thought …”

“You didn’t think son. We would still have to go through customs and they are quite thorough in searching incoming luggage,” Brandon pointed out.

“Brandon, let it go because no one got caught or hurt. I think that they will know better next time that they travel. Besides, I’m thinking that it might come in handy for relieving pain, should we need it.”

“I guess that it could be good for that,” he agreed. “I think that we had best get a move on if we’re going to have any kind of shelter for sleeping. I’m thinking that we should keep a fire going just in case a plane or ship should pass by the island.” 

Marc struggled to help as we set up a makeshift shelter for the night. So while Josh and I worked on the shelters, he tried to help Andrew in the collection of the wood for a fire. 

“Thank you again, Andrew, for helping me.”

“You’re welcome … Marc.”

We, okay, Andrew gathered most of the firewood and with Brandon’s lighter we were able to get a fire going. It wasn't a large one but it was enough for us to see by and for any search party to spot. Marc and I were huddled together under a blanket and I was lying there staring at the stars.

"How long until someone misses us?" he asked.

"Well as far as I can tell, they must be looking for us at this very moment. When we didn't land in the Bahamas, someone would've checked to see why. They'll check with the last airport that we checked in at, and trace us from there."

"So they could find us as soon as tomorrow or the next day?" he asked.

"That's possible but they would have to know that we were off course. These waters are loaded with hundreds of tiny islands, so it could take some time to find us. The wrecked plane will be a dead give away that we're here. The bad thing is that it all depends on them seeing it. If they do see it they may think we didn't survive the crash. That’s why I decided to make a fire. They’ll know that someone is alive and able enough to build a fire. What about your wife. Won’t she miss you?”

"Well my wife might miss me because I told her that I'd call her when I got to the hotel." He told me to reassure himself.

"Well someone will miss us buddy," Brandon agreed.

We were lying there staring up at the nearly full moon and stars when all of a sudden, the moans of Josh and Andy filled the night.

"I'm sorry you have to hear that Marc. I'll go and tell them to quiet down," Brandon said and started to get up.

"Don't be silly buddy, besides, we were their age once. So let them have their fun. At least someone's getting laid."

"I never could understand how my son could fall for a man, when he saw how in love with Claire I was. I guess kissing a man is no different than kissing a woman, right," I said remembering how soft Marc’s lips were.

Yes they were soft and he … we … had a … a hunger for something more when he started kissing me.

"Other than me, Brandon, have you ever kissed a guy before?" Marc asked with a grin.

With only the light of the fire and the strangeness of our surroundings, he moved a little closer to me and I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him closer to me.

"I really don’t remember kissing you Brandon. But other than kissing my dad goodnight, and that was on the cheek," he said answering his question.

We lay there listening to the two guys making love until I turned to Marc and kissed him on the lips.

"What the fuck was that for?" he asked.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see what the attraction was between men when they kiss, Marc," I answered nervously.

“I would have thought that you might know from our earlier one. Besides, if I kissed a woman like that, she'd be gone before I could possibly try to get a second one," Marc said with a chuckle.

"So are you saying I can try to kiss you again Marc?" I asked, with a huskiness in my voice.

"I guess if you want to, but you'd better make it a good one because you won't get a third chance," he said firmly.

We looked into each other's eyes for a few moments and I placed my hand on the side of his face while my other hand was at the nape of his neck. I slowly lowered my mouth to his and pressed our lips together.  I felt his tongue pushing against my lips so I opened my mouth and let his tongue inside.  Our tongues fought for dominance as the kiss deepened, it became long, hard and passionate as we continued our kiss.

"My God Brandon, now that’s a kiss," he said panting once we broke our kiss.

"Yeah it was and you sure can kiss really good Marc," I said with my hand still resting gently on his face.

“Did you feel it Brandon? You know, that fuzzy spark that explodes in your chest.”

“I thought it was only me who felt it. So now what? ... Do we take it further or let it drop right here?" I asked him.

"What do you mean Brandon? Are you saying that you want us to have sex together?" he asked in return.

"Well Marc, if we're going to find out what it's all about, we might as well go all the way," I suggested.

"God I never thought of that Brandon, but do you really want to go that far?" he asked.

"Only if you do, but no if you don't," I tried to reassure him.

"Can we stick to kissing, Marc? I really liked kissing you and I don't know if I'm ready to try sex with a man yet."

"Sure buddy and I feel the same way. Kissing is one thing, but having gay sex is a whole different ballgame, no pun intended." 

I felt a bit relieved. I really liked the feeling that I had when Marc’s body was pressed against mine while we kissed. Marc kissed me again and he moved so that his upper body was on top of mine making me closer to him. My arms were wrapped around him as we kissed passionately and the darkness of night surrounded us. Once he broke our kiss, I turned him away from me and then pulled him to me. My arm lay over him and rested against his chest as I spooned him comfortably against me.

"Goodnight Marc," I whispered against his neck and held him close.

"Goodnight swee … ah Brandon," he said and he kissed my arm.

“Was he about to call me sweetheart,” I asked myself and cuddled closer before drifting off to sleep. 

The next morning we were awakened by the boys staring down at us chuckling. 

"Well don't you two make a cute couple," Josh said with a grin. “I’m thinking that kiss started something between you two, Dad.”

"I thought you were straight Marc," Andrew said grinning just as widely as Josh.

Brandon's leg was over my leg and his arm was still over my chest and I had his hand in mine as we woke up. I also felt something hard pushing against the crack of my ass. I wasn't sure how I felt about that new sensation.

"We got cold during the night, guys and that's all. Nothing gay happened, so don't get your dicks up," Brandon said flatly but still didn't move away from me.

"Well it's just that we sleep like that, Dad, and to see you two like that just looks funny. It looks … gay."

"What...? We can't find comfort or love with each other unless we’re gay?" I asked my son before I turned Marc to face me. 

He kissed me as passionately and as thoroughly as he had the night before. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him on top of me, kissing like lovers in love.

"Wow, Dad! Now that's a kiss," Josh exclaimed.

"My God, Brandon, that was a kiss and a half," I said pulling him in for another.

"My gay dad," Josh said hugging Andy.

"Whoa there son, we are not gay here. We were just kissing to see what the attraction between you two is all about."

"Yeah right, Dad, and next you'll be telling me that you're fucking just to relieve your tensions."

"We aren't fucking, son, and we have no intentions of doing that," Brandon said with just a hint of disgust in his voice.

"Yeah whatever, Dad," Josh said with disbelief as he walked away with Andy.

To be continued...