Michael had been driving for three hours in the rain, and it would surely be another three at best before he arrived home. He saw a 24 hour truck stop at the upcoming exit from the interstate and veered off up the ramp. He could get some coffee and something to eat. Maybe that would help get rid of the highway hypnotism. And he would call Sally and tell her that he might not make it tonight.
He made his telephone call and entered the men's room to urinate and throw some cold water on his face before ordering food. There was a young guy - college kid he'd guess - washing up and taking a change of clothes out of his knapsack. Michael stepped to the floor mounted urinal and relieved himself. As he turned away, he noticed the young guy looking at him. Michael nodded in acknowledgement and received an answering nod. He stepped to the lavatory and splashed his face, head and the back of his neck with cold water and began to dry vigorously with the long strip of paper towel he'd pulled from the dispenser. As he finished, he looked in the mirror above the lavatory and saw the young guy standing naked. He was well built and had a larger than average, shapely penis. He was putting on dry socks and underwear and a dry shirt, but he slipped his still damp blue jeans back on.
"Been standing in the rain a lot today," the young guy explained. "Not many people will stop for a hitchhiker in the rain these days."
Michael smiled and nodded in acknowledgement as he left the men's room. "Well, good luck."
"Thanks," the hitchiker said.
Michael ordered coffee and a stack of pancakes with scrambled eggs. He was half finished when the hitchhiker emerged from the men's room, his knapsack slung over his shoulder, and sat at the counter to eat a sweet roll and drink his coffee. As Michael smoked a cigarette with his second cup of coffee, the hitchhiker walked over from the counter.
"Look, mister, I hate to impose, but I really need a ride. Which way are you headed?"
Michael hesitated. He wasn't at all happy about this development. "Atlanta," he muttered grudgingly.
The hitchhiker slipped into the booth across the table from him with his coffee. "I don't blame you for being reluctant," he said. He pulled his wallet from his hip pocket. "I'm Jeremy Watkins. My family and friends call me Remy." He pronounced it Reemy. "Here's my driver's license and student ID." He displayed the picture identification. It was the same guy, and the IDs said "Jeremy R. Watkins." His home address was in Atlanta, not too far from where Michael lived. His student ID was from Duke. Michael was somewhat put at ease.
"What bring's you out on the highway on a day like this, Remy?"
"It was crazy. My kid brother called last night and he was all broken up about a fight he'd had with his girl. For some reason, I felt it was important to be there. And guess what? I called a few minutes ago and they'd already made up. Thought I'd go on home anyhow, since the weekend's coming up and I'm this close." He smiled and shook his head in chagrin.
"Are your parents in Atlanta?"
"My Mom. My father died three years ago. I guess that's the reason I was coming to be with Josh - that's my brother. He still gets upset and I guess I'm the closest thing to a father."
"Okay, Remy. I'll give you a ride. Are you ready?"
Remy stood up and slung his backpack over one shoulder. "Sure."
About twenty miles down the highway, the thunderstorms picked up in intensity so that Michael could hardly see the road. He pulled to the shoulder to await a slackening. They talked. Michael told Remy about his work as district sales manager for Procter & Gamble and revealed that he'd gone to college at UNC.
Remy smiled. "Well, actually I play football at Duke, but that shouldn't cause you any problem. UNC's beaten us the last two years."
"What position?"
"Tailback. Second team."
"Well, I was a second team flanker at UNC twelve years ago."
The rain slacked, and they drove another ten or twelve miles before it resumed in even fiercer intensity. There was a mom and pop motel at the upcoming exit on the right called Moon Lodge.
Michael said, "Look, Remy, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can keep this up. Its been like this for the last four hours. I'd like to stop at this motel. I assume you're short on cash or else you wouldn't be hitchhiking. I'll rent the room . . . No, that's okay, it'll probably be the same cost as a single.
He was right. They checked in and picked up a key. Michael saw that the mom and pop operation was probably a rent-by-the-hour establishment since a small sign advertised three triple-x movie channels.
The room had a single king sized bed. Michael called the office and asked for a room with two double beds. Hanging up, he said, "Crap! All the rooms are kingsized beds."
"Okay by me," Remy said.
"Well, I guess it'll have to do. Think I'll take a hot shower and get some of this chill off."
"Good idea. I'll take one after you."
He was glad he always traveled with a change of clothes and a dop kit. He removed and folded his suit over a hanger neatly and hung it outside the closet to remove the dampness. He stripped to his briefs before entering the bathroom, and again noticed Remy watching him rather openly.
In the bathroom, before showering, he examined his naked body in the mirror above the lavatory as he brushed his teeth. He'd kept in pretty good shape, he decided, for a thirty-three year old. Not as much bulk as when he'd played football, but leaner, with more muscle definition and still no belly bulge.
There was a tap on the door.
"Yes?"
"Mind if I take a leak before you shower?"
"Uh, no, come on in."
Remy walked in wearing only his low-rise jockey briefs, no fly and very thin cotton jersey that clearly revealed his generous genitalia. Now there's a tailback, Michael thought, taking note of Remy's slender waist, deep wide chest and high round butt. Remy stood at the toilet and pulled his briefs to his thighs to pee. Michael, glancing down quickly, had a flash of a rather straight, full cock and light blond pubic hair, only slightly darker than Remy's light blond curly head. As he looked up, he caught Remy looking openly at his own nakedness. Michael blushed slightly and turned slightly away.
When Michael emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, Remy was watching one of the triple-x channels. He quickly changed channels as Michael entered the room and stood to go in for his own shower. Michael noticed that the bulge in his briefs was larger and almost as clearly visible as if he'd been unclad. He could see the outline of a semi erection as Remy passed him to enter the bathroom.
Michael looked at the channel Remy had changed to. Strange, it was triple-x, too, so why had he changed channels? Man and woman screwing. He wondered what Remy had been watching that he had changed channels so hastily. He picked up the remote and flicked through the channels. Not only did the motel have three triple-x channels, it had ONLY the three triple-x channels. The one just above the channel Remy had changed to was a gay male channel. Two rather good looking guys kissing and handling each other's genitals. One of them had semen on his lips. The other went down on him and began sucking his cock. Michael felt that he should turn it off, but he continued to watch spellbound as the hard flesh pumped in and out of the other guy's mouth. Michael, like most guys, had fantasized from time to time what it would be like to be sucked by another guy and to suck another guy's cock. He observed the technique on the TV screen with some interest. The guy doing the sucking was obviously enjoying it as much as the other guy. He would stop and kiss the other guy's testicles and lick the head of his cock, run his hands across his flat belly and his fingers through the heavy growth of pubic hair and would began sucking again, his mouth moving up and down the hard cock. Michael watched, fascinated, as the guy being sucked ejaculated into the other guy's mouth and the guy sucking swallowed it with obvious relish. Michael became aware that he had developed a partial erection and turned off the television, dropped his towel to the floor and quickly slipped under the covers naked to hide his condition as Remy reentered the room.
Michael turned on his side, facing the edge of the bed, as Remy turned off the lights and got in on the other side. Michael's eyelids, weary and stinging from having driven so many hours in the rain, dropped and he slept. Or maybe he only dozed, because sometime later on - Michael wasn't sure how much later - he awakened to find himself on his back. Remy was still awake, and kept shifting position, and Michael knew that he was antsy about something. He became aware of a flickering in the room and looked for its source. It was the TV and it was tuned to the gay channel. Michael watched through half closed eyes and two good looking guys performed sixty-nine together. He felt that he ought to be repelled but, he admitted to himself, he honestly was not. He'd never engaged in a homosexual experience and had never been tempted, yet he found himself erotically interested in what was happening.
Remy clicked the TV off and continued to turn and change his position. Michael remained still, pretending sleep. After a few minutes, he could tell from the movement of the bed that Remy was edging toward him and then, when he was within a half-arm's length, he turned on his side toward Michael. Michael felt the light touch of fingers on his hip and the brush of them as they lightly skimmed his pubic hair. He continued to pretend sleep, not knowing what else to do but also not wanting Remy to stop. Remy's hand touched the softly swollen shaft of his cock lightly. When Michael did not waken, Remy was emboldened to grasp it lightly and squeeze softly. Michael's cock began to lengthen and become stiff. Experimentally, hesitantly, Remy moved the skin back from Michael's circumcised cock. As Michael's cock continued to swell and became harder, Michael shifted his legs, moaned softly as if in his sleep, and moved his hips slightly.
Remy's head disappeared beneath the sheet, and Michael could feel his warm breath on his genitals. Michael was now rampantly erect. Remy's soft moist mouth enclosed the smooth, spongy, tender helmet of his cock and licked wetly in slow, circling movements. The lips began to slip down the length, and Michael involuntarily thrust slightly forward. Remy's mouth and tongue moved up and down for several strokes, and Michael tried to restrain his thrusting with just enough success as to pass for the instinctive reactions of a man still asleep. After a couple of minutes, however, with Michael feeling the beginnings of an ejaculation deep within his loins, Remy released him and stealthily resumed his place on the far side of the bed. Michael felt sexually frustrated but, in view of the way he'd handled it, felt that he had no other choice than to continue his pretense of sleep. Slowly his cock relaxed and softened, and his frustration receded. Remy continued to move and shift, restlessly, for several minutes, and then his breathing became deep and regular as sleep overtook him. After a few minutes, Michael turned to his side away from Remy, and he slept.
Sometime during the night Michael became conscious of a weight on his back and the warmth of a human body. He came awake. In his sleep, Remy had rolled over and lay cupped against Michael's back. Michael felt, first, his warm breath against the back of his neck and, then, the press of pubic hair and genitals against his buttocks. Remy's chest and stomach pressed warmly against his back, and the front of his thighs and knees were in warm contact with the back of Michael's thighs and the hollow of his crooked knees. But most of all he was acutely aware of the heat of Remy's genitals against his firm, rounded buttocks and the rasp of pubic hair against his smooth skin.
As the shaft of his cock began to lengthen once again, he thought to himself, "This is really just too much!" Torn between a desire to break contact and the fear of losing contact, Michael irritably pushed his buttocks back against Remy. He heard Remy's deep breathing break and become quieter and knew that Remy was now awake. Michael still felt it necessary to pretend sleep so that Remy would not move away and he, Michael, would not be required to commit himself. He felt Remy's cock swelling against his buttocks. A light hand was on his hips, resting quietly to test the soundness of his sleep. Reassured that he had not and, perhaps, would not awaken, the hand moved slowly and softly to his cock, again grasped it softly and began to move slowly back and forth. Michael became fully erect and, as if in his sleep, began to slightly buck back and forth against Remy's genitals pressing into his buttocks and against the hand stroking his cock.
When Remy's lips pressed softly against his back, Michael felt that he could no longer feign sleep. He must either choose to go forward or break off the progression of events. He was not sure how to react.
"Hunh?" he said as he pretended to awaken. Remy's hand quickly released him, but he was unable to move himself from his close fitting, spoon-like position against his back.
"Remy?" Michael asked, raising up on his elbow and looking over his shoulder. He reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. He sat up and looked at Remy.
"What's going on here, Remy?" Michael's voice was soft and nonthreatening.
Remy was blushing, but he bravely looked Michael in the eye though his own were watering with mortification. "I'm sorry, Michael. I think I must've rolled over against you in my sleep, but when I woke up and didn't want to - couldn't move, and I-I g-got an erection."
"I - me - caused you to get an erection? How . . . I mean, did I do something?"
"N-no, n-not really. I guess I got kinda turned on to you back at the truck stop. I mean you're really a good looking guy. But I didn't . . . I mean I wasn't planning that anything like this would happen. I didn't even expect to be here. I thought we'd be in Atlanta by now."
"Remy, are you . . . gay?
"No! I mean I don't think so." He was blushing furiously and staring resolutely at his knees. "I don't . . . Heck, I don't know, maybe I am," he finished miserably.
"H-have you been, uh, with another male before?"
Remy nodded, embarrassed but resolutely honest.
"Have you been with women?"
Remy again nodded, refusing now to look at Michael.
"Uh, how many times have . . . you know, with other guys?"
"I don't know, several times, but only with two guys."
"Remy, I don't mean to pry or get too personal. But I-I've never done anything with other guys. Is this something new with you."
Remy was silent and then sighed with resignation, looking up at Michael. "I'm not sure how to answer that. The first guy was my best friend since we were four or five. We played football together, and I don't think either of us had thought of it until we were in the locker room and shower so much together. We, uh, did it for a of couple years, I guess, from about sixteen until we went to college."
"What five times, ten?"
"More than that. Maybe a couple of hundred."
"A couple of hundred? Were you having sex with girls?"
"Yeah, but not as often."
"You said there were two guys."
"Yeah, the other one was an English teacher my freshman year. That lasted about six months. He's doing post-doctoral work at Cambridge now."
"You've been, uh, celibate since then . . . what? Two years? Any women?"
"Yeah, some."
"Remy, I've never even thought seriously about it before. BUT I've got to confess that when I woke up I had an erection, too, and I guess it came from your being near me in bed." Michael was clearly confused, as well.
Remy, looked at Michael, a glimmer of hope or anticipation in his eyes. "Michael, I'd like to, uh, make love to you, if you'd be willing. You don't have to do anything to me, just me with you."
Michael looked at Remy speculatively, but with obvious curiosity and trace of . . . what? Anticipation? After thinking for a few moments, he said, almost reluctantly, perhaps realizing that he was making some sort of choice, "Okay, Remy." He leaned back against the headboard of the bed, half sitting, half reclining. Remy reached across for the lamp switch, but Michael stopped him. "No. Leave the light on. If we're going to do this I want to see."
Remy looked at him, curious. He pulled the sheet down and, as Michael's nakedness was revealed, tossed it over the foot of the bed. He looked at Michael's nakedness. He had a large cock in repose. Its circumcised crown was only slightly darker than the skin of his beautiful cock. His testicles were full and lay heavily on his thighs. Michael had medium brown hair, and his pubic growth was a the same color, rather sparse and fairly short but growing to a slight peak in the middle and trailing a delicate line up to and past his navel, across his muscled stomach to dissipate into a smooth, hairless chest.
Remy used his hands to coax Michael to spread his legs and crawled between, kneeling erect on his knees. Michael looked at Remy's genitals, straight circumcised cock, loosely cradled testicles and light blond pubic growth. He was hairless on his torso and very well built with slender waist flaring to wide, deep, well muscled chest and shoulders. Michael's cock began to stir and lengthen, as much from Remy's nakedness as from anticipation of what was about to happen.
Remy rocked back on his heels as knelt between Michael's legs and propped on his elbows. He touched Michael's cock and lightly grasped it, lifting it slightly. He lowered his head and enclosed the helmeted cockhead with his lips, still holding the shaft with his hand. He ran his warm, wet tongue in circular motions around the entire sensitive surface and began to take more of the length into his mouth. Michael was becoming rapidly erect, and Remy removed his hand and slid his lips down the length until it was wholly engulfed. He pressed his tongue against the hard tube on the underside of Michael's cock and stroked up and down. He withdrew to the corona, hesitated there, licking and sucking, and slid his lips back down the wetly gleaming shaft.
Michael watched what was happening with growing erotic pleasure, visually as well as tactilely stimulated, as he watched his gleamingly moist shaft thrust into and out of Remy's lips and felt a firm suction and stroking tongue against his hard flesh. Soon he was thrusting slightly in and out of Remy's sucking mouth in rhythm to Remy's movements. Remy was further aroused in his lust for Michael's cock when Michael placed his hand on his head, stroking, combing his fingers through his curling locks and, finally, grasping two handfuls as he now purposefully thrust in and out of Remy's mouth.
Michael felt his cock harden still further and swell as an ache developed in his loins. "Remy," he whispered, "I'm going to cum." But, if anything, Remy became more diligent in his licking and sucking. "Remy, aaahgh! I'm coming. Ungh! Here it comes."
Remy was greedy for Michael's semen, and when it came in spurting jets in large amounts, he swallowed rapidly and sucked the last traces from Michael. He continued to suck and stroke Michael's cock with his tongue for three or four minutes until it was completely soft, and then he let it slip from his lips with a sigh and kiss to its pouting red lips of the tiny mouth at the tip of his cock.
Remy rolled to his back beside Michael, his own cock half hard. Michael looked at it and at Remy's lips, slick with semen and, not for the first time that night, imagined himself sucking Remy and doing to Remy the things Remy had done to him.
Michael reached for the remote control and turned on the TV to the gay channel where it was set. By a wild stroke of coincidence there were shown two guys in a king sized bed. One was dark haired and in his mid thirties, very well built, and the other was young and blond in his early twenties and also very well built and endowed. The younger guy was just coming up from having sucked the older guy's cock. They lay quietly. The older guy looked speculatively at the younger guy and reached his hand to his genitals.
Michael looked at Remy, and found Remy looking at him. Hesitantly, Michael reached his hands to Remy's swollen, but not yet hard cock.
"Michael, you don't have to."
"Yeah, but I think I want to."
He touched Remy's genitals, and the straight shaft of the younger man's cock stirred beneath his touch and began to lengthen. As it stiffened, Michael grasped it and began to move his hand. After several strokes, it was fully erect and hard. Michael watched the effect fascinated. He looked back at the TV screen, the older guy was going down on the younger guy! An uncontrollable resolve built in Michael.
He rolled over and got to elbows and knees between Remy's legs. A dew pearl of semen was standing on the opening at the tip of Remy's cock. Michael lowered his head and experimentally licked it, tasting a pleasant salty sweetness. His wet tongue snaked out and licked in wider circles around the head of Remy's cock and he opened his lips wider and covered the smooth soft head.
"Mmmmm," he moaned involutarily, and his lips moved lower, sliding down the hard shaft, his tongue pressing and stroking the throbbing ridge on the underside as Remy had done. Michael found himself loving the feel of the pulsing, throbbing hard flesh in his mouth, the covering skin soft and warm. His nose was in Remy's pubic hair and he inhaled the musky scent with increasing erotic pleasure. The head of Remy's cock pressed against the back of his mouth, throbbing with an intensity Michael could feel. He slid his lips back up, licked and slid them down again. Remy thrust forward, grabbing two handfuls of Michael's hair. Their movements continued with growing erotic intensity.
"I'm coming, Michael."
Michael heard Remy's warning with a mixture of nervous anticipation and erotic excitement and sucked the pulsating flesh harder. He felt Remy's cock lengthen and become rock hard, and it began to spasm and jerk, emptying pulsating streams of cum into his mouth. Michael swallowed rapidly, savoring more completely the salty sweetness of Remy's maleness.
Afterward, Michael lay on his back with a confusion of emotions and reactions. He was ashamed, afraid, excited, happy, sad, erotically aroused. Remy had been gentle and reassuring, but he knew that what had happened was something Michael would have to work out alone, within himself. After laying awake for an hour or so awash in conflicting emotions and thoughts, Michael fell into an exhausted sleep.
When he awoke, he could tell from the angle of the sun through the drapes that it was late. He looked at his watch. Nine thirty. Well, at least it was Friday, his day for doing paper work at his office. He often took off on Friday and caught up on reports on the weekend. He sat up and looked at the sleeping young man next to him. His long lashes lay against the clear, rosy tan skin of his cheek. In his sleep, he looked innocent and even younger. His blond curls were tousled. He admired the muscular torso, resisting an urge to touch it. The single covering sheet revealed the outline of his genitals in repose. He got out of bed quietly and took his cellular phone into the bathroom. He reached Sally on the third ring and told her that he'd had car trouble and that it would be night before he could get away, maybe tomorrow. He promised to call if he could not get on the road until Saturday.
He brushed his teeth, shaved and got into the shower. He'd half lathered up when the curtain pulled back and Remy stepped into the shower with him.
"Here. Let me," Remy said, taking the soap and washcloth from him. Remy slowly washed his neck, shoulders and arms. Raising his arms, he washed the hair under his armpits, his chest and stomach. He turned Michael with his hands and washed his back with nothing but his thickly lathered hands, kneading his firm muscular back as he did so. Stooping with lathered rag, he raised each foot and thoroughly washed it, between each toe and up the ankles and calves to mid-thigh. Remy rinsed the washcloth and relathered it. He gently but thoroughly washed his thighs, his scrotum and hips. He turned him again and washed his buttocks, scrubbing thoroughly deeply into the cleft and rubbing his anus with the soapy cloth. Remy turned Michael again, lay the washcloth on the side of the tub and worked a rich lather into his hands. He soaped between Michael's thighs and testicles, and resoaped his testicles, and washed his genitals thoroughly, pulling the skin back tightly from the head of his cock to aid his ministrations. He rinsed his hands and guided the spray to Michael's genitals, using his hands to rinse each crease and crevice. Michael stiffened and then relaxed as Remy's fingers invaded the cleft of his ass and pulled his cheeks apart to rinse it thoroughly, running his finger over and around his anus. A finger slightly invaded the tight sphincter to remove all traces of soap. They were facing each other, standing close as Remy reached around to rinse his cleft and anus. Michael felt Remy's cock stiffening against his genitals, and his own began to swell. Remy completed that task and, pouring some motel shampoo into his palm slowly and thorough lathered the hair on Michael's head then dropping his hands lathered his pubic growth, scratching and scrubbing with his fingers. He again performed the rinsing ritual, and Michael felt cleaner than ever before in his life.
Michael took the soap and washcloth and performed the washing ritual on Remy, lingering over his beautiful genitals and ass.
Afterwards as they finished toweling dry, Michael said, "I called my wife and office and told them that I had car trouble and would not be back before night, maybe not until tomorrow."
"I know. I heard on the phone. I'm glad. I haven't had enough of you yet." And with that, Remy took Michael by the hand and led him into the bedroom. They lay on the bed, Michael on his back and Remy on his side, propped on his elbow looking down at Michael. He lightly traced the tips of his fingers across Michael's erect nipples and with the tip of his index finger, followed the line down his stomach across his navel to the thick, curling growth of pubic hair. He combed it with his fingers, relishing its coarse but soft texture. Michael had followed the movement of his hand with his eyes. Now as his cock began to swell and lengthen without becoming hard at the nearness of Remy's touch and as Remy caressed his pubes with obvious admiration and enjoyment, Michael looked up at him. Remy's eyes turned to meet his, smiling, and then became more solemn as he gazed deeply into Michael's.
Michael anticipated what was about to happen and was prepared as Remy lowered his lips to his. Michael's lips were soft, moist and yeilding. As Remy opened his mouth and caressed Michael's lips with a gently inquiring tongue, Michael opened his own and slowly thrust his own tongue past Remy's, caressing it as his entered Remy's mouth. Remy's hands began passionately to caress Michael's chest, ribs and stomach. Michal raised his arms to embrace Remy and stroked his back in long firm strokes from shoulder to thigh. He turned to his side facing Remy, and they embraced passionately, grinding their lips and thrusting tongues together, first in Michael's mouth and then in Remy's. Their arms were tightly around each other stroking and caressing every available expanse of skin. They were pressed against each other from chest to knees, their genitals rubbing against the other's insistently. They began to become large and hard, throbbing hotly against each other.
Remy rolled over, forcing Michael to his back with Remy on top of him. Remy began to squirm down, breaking the passionate kiss of his lips and kissing his neck and shoulders. His tongue flicked Michael's nipples and sucked them voraciously as he kissed and licked downwards. He was between Michael's legs, and his tongue thrust into the indention of his navel. He moved lower kissing each protruding point of Michael's pelvic bones at either hip. His lips and tongue were in his thick pubic growth, wetting it as his hand grasped and moved the hard throbbing cock away. Now his tongue licked at the fold between thigh and testicles and over Michael's testicles, taking them, one at a time, gently into his mouth and caressing them with his tongue.
He raised his head and kissed the length of the hot, hard shaft and enclosed the head of Michael's cock in his searching mouth licking in fast, firm circular motions and sucking firmly. His mouth moved down the shaft and Michael thrust deeply into his mouth, and within minutes, all too soon but not soon enough, Michael tightened his grasp of Remy's curly locks, and thrust urgently, emptying pulsating jets of cum into his mouth. Remy continued to suck him clean as Michael's cock softened and he regained his normal breath and pulse.
Immediately upon being released by Remy's lips, Michael pulled Remy up and kissed his come covered lips passionately, rolled him over and slid down his body kissing and licking passionately and wetly, as Remy had done to him. He stared lovingly at the blond pubic growth and the perfectly straight, beautiful cock.
"So beautiful. Beautiful Remy."
He lowered his mouth and engulfed it, sucking furiously and running his warm, wet tongue down its length and around its sides. As his head bobbed up and down, Remy watched his wetly gleaming shaft thrust into and out of Michael's mouth. He combed his fingers through Michael's hair and grasped it as Michael's avid lips and tongue moved up and down. His cock became harder and lengthened. "Unghhh," he groaned, as release was imminent, "I'm coming, Michael." The suction Michael's mouth increased and, with firmer, faster strokes, his tongue stroked the large, swollen vessel on the underside of Remy's cock. Remy's cock was flexing furiously and then jerked and spasmed as he flooded Michael's mouth with spurting streams of his salty-sweet cum.
Afterwards they lay together, kissing and tasting their own semen on each other's lips and in their mouths.
"I never imagined this," Michael said.
"What?"
"That I'd like it - love it so much."
"I never thought it would become this . . . well, this mutual!" Remy said. "I thought I'd maybe get to suck your cock and then that would be it. But this! I couldn't have even imagined such perfection."
"Yeah." Michael was silent for several minutes as they held one another. "Remy?"
"Yes, Michael."
"I don't want this end, do you?"
"I can't stand to think about it."
"We've got to figure something out. I get to Raleigh-Durham every two weeks, and I can arrange to stay in that area for two or three days. I do that sometimes, now."
"I'd love that, Michael."
"We only live three or four miles from each other in Atlanta, but that doesn't do much good. We can't very well go to each other's homes for . . . for this. Of course, we can figure out a place or go to a motel. But I want us to be together for more than just this, too."
Remy felt that he would explode with happiness. Was it possible? Was Michael saying that he loved him? Maybe even as Remy had realized last night that his lust for Michael was becoming something more, something more profound? His eyes stung and a couple of tears splashed Michael's shoulders.
"What's wrong, Remy? Did I do something? D-did I . . . was it what I said?" He felt Remy's head nod. "D-did I scare you?"
"No, Michael. I'm just happy. I-I love you, Michael, and what you said made me think that maybe you loved me, too . . . a little."
Michael was shocked, at Remy's words, and then amazed, as he examined his own feelings. "I think I do, Remy. I think maybe I love you a lot."
They spent the remainder of the day in the motel room, occasionally watching some of the all male triple-x channel, but mostly talking about a variety of subjects. That night, before sleep, they again had sex with one another and, again, when Remy awakened to find Michael between his legs slowly sucking his cock.
The next morning, Michael took Remy to the bus station to catch a bus to Raleigh- Durham. They'd decided that since no one knew Remy was coming home, it would be better for him to go back to school. Michael was scheduled to be in Raleigh-Durham for two days of business in three weeks, and he promised Remy to make it at least three and to stretch it to four if possible.
Three weeks later Michael arrived in Raleigh-Durham a little after ten o'clock at night. Remy was expecting his call when he arrived, but Michael called twenty miles outside of Raleigh-Durham and asked him to meet him at the Avis Rent-a-Car at the airport. When Michael arrived, Remy was already in the terminal. Michael wanted him to rent a car for three days and gave him $150 in cash to do so. Remy was to come to the bar at the Residence Inn, and Michael would meet him.
Michael had checked out the hotels. The Residence Inn had suites with kitchenettes and king-sized beds and a private entrance. When he checked in, he told the desk clerk that his kid brother from college might be staying over and asked for two keys. It developed that the corporate rate was a single rate, single or double, and Michael was not asked for any information concerning his "brother." He met Remy in the bar, and they had a beer and then left for the room.
They'd barely shut the door behind them, when Remy had his arms around Michael, kissing him and Michael was ardently returning both embrace and kiss.
"Whoa," said Michael, breaking away. "Let's get our things put away and get more comfortable."
"I don't have anything except what I'm wearing."
"Well, you won't need it. You won't even need what your wearing very long. Help me get some things out of my car." Michael had stopped at a grocery store and had bought some breakfast rolls, orange juice and coffee.
Michael insisted on unpacking his bag and arranging his toiletries. Making sure that the drapes were pulled and the door doubled locked and night chain in place. He and Remy turned back the spread and removed it from the bed.
Only then did he approach Remy to embrace and kiss him. Remy stepped back from the embrace and reached for Michael's tie which he removed and hung up in the closet. Next the shoes and socks which he lined up neatly on the closet floor. The shirt, slowly unbuttoned and then hung in the closet. Michael began to get the message and a smiled tremored at the corners of his mouth. When Remy undid his belt and the fastener at the waistband of his trousers, slowly unzipped his fly, let them drop to the floor, picked them up and began to fold them for hanging, Michael took them from him and tossed in a heap in the corner. Remy smiled in satisfaction as he pulled Michael's tee shirt over his head. He noticed that Michael was wearing new briefs, contour bikinis that showed off his muscular body to advantage and lifted and slightly thrust forward his genitals.
He knelt before Michael and looked at the briefs and their contents. "New?"
Michael blushed slightly. "I wanted to be attractive for you."
"You are, Michael, and would be in anything, but I like these." He brought his hand to the bulge in the briefs and traced his finger around Michael's cock barely concealed under the thin jersey. Placing his hands on the elastic he slowly pulled the briefs down. As the dark, soft curly pubic hair was revealed, Remy put his face in it, inhaled with a sigh of satisfaction and kissed it around the edges and then all over. Leaning back he pulled further, gazing at the large, soft tube of flesh as he slowly uncovered it. Michael put a hand on his shoulder to steady himself and stepped out of it. Remy laid his cheek against the soft genitals and reached around to cup and squeeze Michael's buttocks with firm but gentle pressure.
Turning his face into Michael's genitals he kissed them and would have taken his cock into his mouth immediately, but Michael held him and stepped back. "Wait," he said. "Stand up a minute." Remy complied, and Michael disrobed him, stripping him to his Fruit of the Loom briefs. Michael grasped them and ripped them down the sides, letting the pieces drop to the floor.
"Michael! I don't have any others!"
Michael picked up the ripped cloth, dropped them in the trash can, and brought a package to Remy. It was six pairs of the same bikini contour briefs in white, heather grey and black. "I brought these for you, but you won't need them any time soon."
Remy to Michael by the hand, led him to the king sized bed, and coaxed him to lie down. He joined him, laying on his side facing Michael's body propped against a stack of pillows. Remy kissed him lingeringly, and Michael opened his lips to his gently inquiring tongue. As they kissed deeply, Remy explored Michael's body with his hands, probing his pectoral muscles with soft squeezes and stroking the light growth of hair on his stomach, his pubic area and genitals, his inner thighs, and his lips and tongue slowly and lingeringly followed the same, skipping over the genital area as he spread Michael's thighs to obtain access to the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He raised his head and took Michael's hardening cock into his mouth, sighing with satisfaction as he licked the smooth skin of the head of Michael's cock and slid his lips down the shaft to its base. As he entered his rhythm, Michael began to thrust gently and run his fingers through his hair. After a minute or so, Michael said, "Wait a minute. I need to move." He shifted from the stacked pillows to lay flat on his back, and Remy shifted with him, Michael's cock still throbbing in his mouth.
"Turn around, Remy. I want you while your sucking me."
Remy shifted around and Michael guided him to straddle his head. Remy's beautiful cock was withing inches. Michael placed his hands on Remy's buttocks and pulled him down, raising his head to capture the hard flesh. At first it was awkward, but after a few minutes their rhythm was synchronized - Remy raising and lowering his mouth along the length of Michael's cock and Michael thrust in and out, and Remy moving his hips up and down as Michael's head moved up and down along Remy's cock. Michael wrapped his arms around Remy's waist and hips as he sucked, and Remy ran his hands under Michael's buttocks to stroke and squeeze. The speed and passion of their sucking and thrusting each signaled to the other the nearing orgasm. Each of them felt the other's cock lengthen and harden in their mouths, and almost simultaneously, their cocks began to jerk as they shot spurting streams of semen into each other and swallowed rapidly.
Afterwards they lay in each other's arms. "Have you ever done that before, Remy?"
Remy had but he wasn't about to burst Michael's bubble. "No, Michael, I never have. It was wonderful." And at that moment, it was as if he never had!
He made his telephone call and entered the men's room to urinate and throw some cold water on his face before ordering food. There was a young guy - college kid he'd guess - washing up and taking a change of clothes out of his knapsack. Michael stepped to the floor mounted urinal and relieved himself. As he turned away, he noticed the young guy looking at him. Michael nodded in acknowledgement and received an answering nod. He stepped to the lavatory and splashed his face, head and the back of his neck with cold water and began to dry vigorously with the long strip of paper towel he'd pulled from the dispenser. As he finished, he looked in the mirror above the lavatory and saw the young guy standing naked. He was well built and had a larger than average, shapely penis. He was putting on dry socks and underwear and a dry shirt, but he slipped his still damp blue jeans back on.
"Been standing in the rain a lot today," the young guy explained. "Not many people will stop for a hitchhiker in the rain these days."
Michael smiled and nodded in acknowledgement as he left the men's room. "Well, good luck."
"Thanks," the hitchiker said.
Michael ordered coffee and a stack of pancakes with scrambled eggs. He was half finished when the hitchhiker emerged from the men's room, his knapsack slung over his shoulder, and sat at the counter to eat a sweet roll and drink his coffee. As Michael smoked a cigarette with his second cup of coffee, the hitchhiker walked over from the counter.
"Look, mister, I hate to impose, but I really need a ride. Which way are you headed?"
Michael hesitated. He wasn't at all happy about this development. "Atlanta," he muttered grudgingly.
The hitchhiker slipped into the booth across the table from him with his coffee. "I don't blame you for being reluctant," he said. He pulled his wallet from his hip pocket. "I'm Jeremy Watkins. My family and friends call me Remy." He pronounced it Reemy. "Here's my driver's license and student ID." He displayed the picture identification. It was the same guy, and the IDs said "Jeremy R. Watkins." His home address was in Atlanta, not too far from where Michael lived. His student ID was from Duke. Michael was somewhat put at ease.
"What bring's you out on the highway on a day like this, Remy?"
"It was crazy. My kid brother called last night and he was all broken up about a fight he'd had with his girl. For some reason, I felt it was important to be there. And guess what? I called a few minutes ago and they'd already made up. Thought I'd go on home anyhow, since the weekend's coming up and I'm this close." He smiled and shook his head in chagrin.
"Are your parents in Atlanta?"
"My Mom. My father died three years ago. I guess that's the reason I was coming to be with Josh - that's my brother. He still gets upset and I guess I'm the closest thing to a father."
"Okay, Remy. I'll give you a ride. Are you ready?"
Remy stood up and slung his backpack over one shoulder. "Sure."
About twenty miles down the highway, the thunderstorms picked up in intensity so that Michael could hardly see the road. He pulled to the shoulder to await a slackening. They talked. Michael told Remy about his work as district sales manager for Procter & Gamble and revealed that he'd gone to college at UNC.
Remy smiled. "Well, actually I play football at Duke, but that shouldn't cause you any problem. UNC's beaten us the last two years."
"What position?"
"Tailback. Second team."
"Well, I was a second team flanker at UNC twelve years ago."
The rain slacked, and they drove another ten or twelve miles before it resumed in even fiercer intensity. There was a mom and pop motel at the upcoming exit on the right called Moon Lodge.
Michael said, "Look, Remy, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can keep this up. Its been like this for the last four hours. I'd like to stop at this motel. I assume you're short on cash or else you wouldn't be hitchhiking. I'll rent the room . . . No, that's okay, it'll probably be the same cost as a single.
He was right. They checked in and picked up a key. Michael saw that the mom and pop operation was probably a rent-by-the-hour establishment since a small sign advertised three triple-x movie channels.
The room had a single king sized bed. Michael called the office and asked for a room with two double beds. Hanging up, he said, "Crap! All the rooms are kingsized beds."
"Okay by me," Remy said.
"Well, I guess it'll have to do. Think I'll take a hot shower and get some of this chill off."
"Good idea. I'll take one after you."
He was glad he always traveled with a change of clothes and a dop kit. He removed and folded his suit over a hanger neatly and hung it outside the closet to remove the dampness. He stripped to his briefs before entering the bathroom, and again noticed Remy watching him rather openly.
In the bathroom, before showering, he examined his naked body in the mirror above the lavatory as he brushed his teeth. He'd kept in pretty good shape, he decided, for a thirty-three year old. Not as much bulk as when he'd played football, but leaner, with more muscle definition and still no belly bulge.
There was a tap on the door.
"Yes?"
"Mind if I take a leak before you shower?"
"Uh, no, come on in."
Remy walked in wearing only his low-rise jockey briefs, no fly and very thin cotton jersey that clearly revealed his generous genitalia. Now there's a tailback, Michael thought, taking note of Remy's slender waist, deep wide chest and high round butt. Remy stood at the toilet and pulled his briefs to his thighs to pee. Michael, glancing down quickly, had a flash of a rather straight, full cock and light blond pubic hair, only slightly darker than Remy's light blond curly head. As he looked up, he caught Remy looking openly at his own nakedness. Michael blushed slightly and turned slightly away.
When Michael emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, Remy was watching one of the triple-x channels. He quickly changed channels as Michael entered the room and stood to go in for his own shower. Michael noticed that the bulge in his briefs was larger and almost as clearly visible as if he'd been unclad. He could see the outline of a semi erection as Remy passed him to enter the bathroom.
Michael looked at the channel Remy had changed to. Strange, it was triple-x, too, so why had he changed channels? Man and woman screwing. He wondered what Remy had been watching that he had changed channels so hastily. He picked up the remote and flicked through the channels. Not only did the motel have three triple-x channels, it had ONLY the three triple-x channels. The one just above the channel Remy had changed to was a gay male channel. Two rather good looking guys kissing and handling each other's genitals. One of them had semen on his lips. The other went down on him and began sucking his cock. Michael felt that he should turn it off, but he continued to watch spellbound as the hard flesh pumped in and out of the other guy's mouth. Michael, like most guys, had fantasized from time to time what it would be like to be sucked by another guy and to suck another guy's cock. He observed the technique on the TV screen with some interest. The guy doing the sucking was obviously enjoying it as much as the other guy. He would stop and kiss the other guy's testicles and lick the head of his cock, run his hands across his flat belly and his fingers through the heavy growth of pubic hair and would began sucking again, his mouth moving up and down the hard cock. Michael watched, fascinated, as the guy being sucked ejaculated into the other guy's mouth and the guy sucking swallowed it with obvious relish. Michael became aware that he had developed a partial erection and turned off the television, dropped his towel to the floor and quickly slipped under the covers naked to hide his condition as Remy reentered the room.
Michael turned on his side, facing the edge of the bed, as Remy turned off the lights and got in on the other side. Michael's eyelids, weary and stinging from having driven so many hours in the rain, dropped and he slept. Or maybe he only dozed, because sometime later on - Michael wasn't sure how much later - he awakened to find himself on his back. Remy was still awake, and kept shifting position, and Michael knew that he was antsy about something. He became aware of a flickering in the room and looked for its source. It was the TV and it was tuned to the gay channel. Michael watched through half closed eyes and two good looking guys performed sixty-nine together. He felt that he ought to be repelled but, he admitted to himself, he honestly was not. He'd never engaged in a homosexual experience and had never been tempted, yet he found himself erotically interested in what was happening.
Remy clicked the TV off and continued to turn and change his position. Michael remained still, pretending sleep. After a few minutes, he could tell from the movement of the bed that Remy was edging toward him and then, when he was within a half-arm's length, he turned on his side toward Michael. Michael felt the light touch of fingers on his hip and the brush of them as they lightly skimmed his pubic hair. He continued to pretend sleep, not knowing what else to do but also not wanting Remy to stop. Remy's hand touched the softly swollen shaft of his cock lightly. When Michael did not waken, Remy was emboldened to grasp it lightly and squeeze softly. Michael's cock began to lengthen and become stiff. Experimentally, hesitantly, Remy moved the skin back from Michael's circumcised cock. As Michael's cock continued to swell and became harder, Michael shifted his legs, moaned softly as if in his sleep, and moved his hips slightly.
Remy's head disappeared beneath the sheet, and Michael could feel his warm breath on his genitals. Michael was now rampantly erect. Remy's soft moist mouth enclosed the smooth, spongy, tender helmet of his cock and licked wetly in slow, circling movements. The lips began to slip down the length, and Michael involuntarily thrust slightly forward. Remy's mouth and tongue moved up and down for several strokes, and Michael tried to restrain his thrusting with just enough success as to pass for the instinctive reactions of a man still asleep. After a couple of minutes, however, with Michael feeling the beginnings of an ejaculation deep within his loins, Remy released him and stealthily resumed his place on the far side of the bed. Michael felt sexually frustrated but, in view of the way he'd handled it, felt that he had no other choice than to continue his pretense of sleep. Slowly his cock relaxed and softened, and his frustration receded. Remy continued to move and shift, restlessly, for several minutes, and then his breathing became deep and regular as sleep overtook him. After a few minutes, Michael turned to his side away from Remy, and he slept.
Sometime during the night Michael became conscious of a weight on his back and the warmth of a human body. He came awake. In his sleep, Remy had rolled over and lay cupped against Michael's back. Michael felt, first, his warm breath against the back of his neck and, then, the press of pubic hair and genitals against his buttocks. Remy's chest and stomach pressed warmly against his back, and the front of his thighs and knees were in warm contact with the back of Michael's thighs and the hollow of his crooked knees. But most of all he was acutely aware of the heat of Remy's genitals against his firm, rounded buttocks and the rasp of pubic hair against his smooth skin.
As the shaft of his cock began to lengthen once again, he thought to himself, "This is really just too much!" Torn between a desire to break contact and the fear of losing contact, Michael irritably pushed his buttocks back against Remy. He heard Remy's deep breathing break and become quieter and knew that Remy was now awake. Michael still felt it necessary to pretend sleep so that Remy would not move away and he, Michael, would not be required to commit himself. He felt Remy's cock swelling against his buttocks. A light hand was on his hips, resting quietly to test the soundness of his sleep. Reassured that he had not and, perhaps, would not awaken, the hand moved slowly and softly to his cock, again grasped it softly and began to move slowly back and forth. Michael became fully erect and, as if in his sleep, began to slightly buck back and forth against Remy's genitals pressing into his buttocks and against the hand stroking his cock.
When Remy's lips pressed softly against his back, Michael felt that he could no longer feign sleep. He must either choose to go forward or break off the progression of events. He was not sure how to react.
"Hunh?" he said as he pretended to awaken. Remy's hand quickly released him, but he was unable to move himself from his close fitting, spoon-like position against his back.
"Remy?" Michael asked, raising up on his elbow and looking over his shoulder. He reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. He sat up and looked at Remy.
"What's going on here, Remy?" Michael's voice was soft and nonthreatening.
Remy was blushing, but he bravely looked Michael in the eye though his own were watering with mortification. "I'm sorry, Michael. I think I must've rolled over against you in my sleep, but when I woke up and didn't want to - couldn't move, and I-I g-got an erection."
"I - me - caused you to get an erection? How . . . I mean, did I do something?"
"N-no, n-not really. I guess I got kinda turned on to you back at the truck stop. I mean you're really a good looking guy. But I didn't . . . I mean I wasn't planning that anything like this would happen. I didn't even expect to be here. I thought we'd be in Atlanta by now."
"Remy, are you . . . gay?
"No! I mean I don't think so." He was blushing furiously and staring resolutely at his knees. "I don't . . . Heck, I don't know, maybe I am," he finished miserably.
"H-have you been, uh, with another male before?"
Remy nodded, embarrassed but resolutely honest.
"Have you been with women?"
Remy again nodded, refusing now to look at Michael.
"Uh, how many times have . . . you know, with other guys?"
"I don't know, several times, but only with two guys."
"Remy, I don't mean to pry or get too personal. But I-I've never done anything with other guys. Is this something new with you."
Remy was silent and then sighed with resignation, looking up at Michael. "I'm not sure how to answer that. The first guy was my best friend since we were four or five. We played football together, and I don't think either of us had thought of it until we were in the locker room and shower so much together. We, uh, did it for a of couple years, I guess, from about sixteen until we went to college."
"What five times, ten?"
"More than that. Maybe a couple of hundred."
"A couple of hundred? Were you having sex with girls?"
"Yeah, but not as often."
"You said there were two guys."
"Yeah, the other one was an English teacher my freshman year. That lasted about six months. He's doing post-doctoral work at Cambridge now."
"You've been, uh, celibate since then . . . what? Two years? Any women?"
"Yeah, some."
"Remy, I've never even thought seriously about it before. BUT I've got to confess that when I woke up I had an erection, too, and I guess it came from your being near me in bed." Michael was clearly confused, as well.
Remy, looked at Michael, a glimmer of hope or anticipation in his eyes. "Michael, I'd like to, uh, make love to you, if you'd be willing. You don't have to do anything to me, just me with you."
Michael looked at Remy speculatively, but with obvious curiosity and trace of . . . what? Anticipation? After thinking for a few moments, he said, almost reluctantly, perhaps realizing that he was making some sort of choice, "Okay, Remy." He leaned back against the headboard of the bed, half sitting, half reclining. Remy reached across for the lamp switch, but Michael stopped him. "No. Leave the light on. If we're going to do this I want to see."
Remy looked at him, curious. He pulled the sheet down and, as Michael's nakedness was revealed, tossed it over the foot of the bed. He looked at Michael's nakedness. He had a large cock in repose. Its circumcised crown was only slightly darker than the skin of his beautiful cock. His testicles were full and lay heavily on his thighs. Michael had medium brown hair, and his pubic growth was a the same color, rather sparse and fairly short but growing to a slight peak in the middle and trailing a delicate line up to and past his navel, across his muscled stomach to dissipate into a smooth, hairless chest.
Remy used his hands to coax Michael to spread his legs and crawled between, kneeling erect on his knees. Michael looked at Remy's genitals, straight circumcised cock, loosely cradled testicles and light blond pubic growth. He was hairless on his torso and very well built with slender waist flaring to wide, deep, well muscled chest and shoulders. Michael's cock began to stir and lengthen, as much from Remy's nakedness as from anticipation of what was about to happen.
Remy rocked back on his heels as knelt between Michael's legs and propped on his elbows. He touched Michael's cock and lightly grasped it, lifting it slightly. He lowered his head and enclosed the helmeted cockhead with his lips, still holding the shaft with his hand. He ran his warm, wet tongue in circular motions around the entire sensitive surface and began to take more of the length into his mouth. Michael was becoming rapidly erect, and Remy removed his hand and slid his lips down the length until it was wholly engulfed. He pressed his tongue against the hard tube on the underside of Michael's cock and stroked up and down. He withdrew to the corona, hesitated there, licking and sucking, and slid his lips back down the wetly gleaming shaft.
Michael watched what was happening with growing erotic pleasure, visually as well as tactilely stimulated, as he watched his gleamingly moist shaft thrust into and out of Remy's lips and felt a firm suction and stroking tongue against his hard flesh. Soon he was thrusting slightly in and out of Remy's sucking mouth in rhythm to Remy's movements. Remy was further aroused in his lust for Michael's cock when Michael placed his hand on his head, stroking, combing his fingers through his curling locks and, finally, grasping two handfuls as he now purposefully thrust in and out of Remy's mouth.
Michael felt his cock harden still further and swell as an ache developed in his loins. "Remy," he whispered, "I'm going to cum." But, if anything, Remy became more diligent in his licking and sucking. "Remy, aaahgh! I'm coming. Ungh! Here it comes."
Remy was greedy for Michael's semen, and when it came in spurting jets in large amounts, he swallowed rapidly and sucked the last traces from Michael. He continued to suck and stroke Michael's cock with his tongue for three or four minutes until it was completely soft, and then he let it slip from his lips with a sigh and kiss to its pouting red lips of the tiny mouth at the tip of his cock.
Remy rolled to his back beside Michael, his own cock half hard. Michael looked at it and at Remy's lips, slick with semen and, not for the first time that night, imagined himself sucking Remy and doing to Remy the things Remy had done to him.
Michael reached for the remote control and turned on the TV to the gay channel where it was set. By a wild stroke of coincidence there were shown two guys in a king sized bed. One was dark haired and in his mid thirties, very well built, and the other was young and blond in his early twenties and also very well built and endowed. The younger guy was just coming up from having sucked the older guy's cock. They lay quietly. The older guy looked speculatively at the younger guy and reached his hand to his genitals.
Michael looked at Remy, and found Remy looking at him. Hesitantly, Michael reached his hands to Remy's swollen, but not yet hard cock.
"Michael, you don't have to."
"Yeah, but I think I want to."
He touched Remy's genitals, and the straight shaft of the younger man's cock stirred beneath his touch and began to lengthen. As it stiffened, Michael grasped it and began to move his hand. After several strokes, it was fully erect and hard. Michael watched the effect fascinated. He looked back at the TV screen, the older guy was going down on the younger guy! An uncontrollable resolve built in Michael.
He rolled over and got to elbows and knees between Remy's legs. A dew pearl of semen was standing on the opening at the tip of Remy's cock. Michael lowered his head and experimentally licked it, tasting a pleasant salty sweetness. His wet tongue snaked out and licked in wider circles around the head of Remy's cock and he opened his lips wider and covered the smooth soft head.
"Mmmmm," he moaned involutarily, and his lips moved lower, sliding down the hard shaft, his tongue pressing and stroking the throbbing ridge on the underside as Remy had done. Michael found himself loving the feel of the pulsing, throbbing hard flesh in his mouth, the covering skin soft and warm. His nose was in Remy's pubic hair and he inhaled the musky scent with increasing erotic pleasure. The head of Remy's cock pressed against the back of his mouth, throbbing with an intensity Michael could feel. He slid his lips back up, licked and slid them down again. Remy thrust forward, grabbing two handfuls of Michael's hair. Their movements continued with growing erotic intensity.
"I'm coming, Michael."
Michael heard Remy's warning with a mixture of nervous anticipation and erotic excitement and sucked the pulsating flesh harder. He felt Remy's cock lengthen and become rock hard, and it began to spasm and jerk, emptying pulsating streams of cum into his mouth. Michael swallowed rapidly, savoring more completely the salty sweetness of Remy's maleness.
Afterward, Michael lay on his back with a confusion of emotions and reactions. He was ashamed, afraid, excited, happy, sad, erotically aroused. Remy had been gentle and reassuring, but he knew that what had happened was something Michael would have to work out alone, within himself. After laying awake for an hour or so awash in conflicting emotions and thoughts, Michael fell into an exhausted sleep.
When he awoke, he could tell from the angle of the sun through the drapes that it was late. He looked at his watch. Nine thirty. Well, at least it was Friday, his day for doing paper work at his office. He often took off on Friday and caught up on reports on the weekend. He sat up and looked at the sleeping young man next to him. His long lashes lay against the clear, rosy tan skin of his cheek. In his sleep, he looked innocent and even younger. His blond curls were tousled. He admired the muscular torso, resisting an urge to touch it. The single covering sheet revealed the outline of his genitals in repose. He got out of bed quietly and took his cellular phone into the bathroom. He reached Sally on the third ring and told her that he'd had car trouble and that it would be night before he could get away, maybe tomorrow. He promised to call if he could not get on the road until Saturday.
He brushed his teeth, shaved and got into the shower. He'd half lathered up when the curtain pulled back and Remy stepped into the shower with him.
"Here. Let me," Remy said, taking the soap and washcloth from him. Remy slowly washed his neck, shoulders and arms. Raising his arms, he washed the hair under his armpits, his chest and stomach. He turned Michael with his hands and washed his back with nothing but his thickly lathered hands, kneading his firm muscular back as he did so. Stooping with lathered rag, he raised each foot and thoroughly washed it, between each toe and up the ankles and calves to mid-thigh. Remy rinsed the washcloth and relathered it. He gently but thoroughly washed his thighs, his scrotum and hips. He turned him again and washed his buttocks, scrubbing thoroughly deeply into the cleft and rubbing his anus with the soapy cloth. Remy turned Michael again, lay the washcloth on the side of the tub and worked a rich lather into his hands. He soaped between Michael's thighs and testicles, and resoaped his testicles, and washed his genitals thoroughly, pulling the skin back tightly from the head of his cock to aid his ministrations. He rinsed his hands and guided the spray to Michael's genitals, using his hands to rinse each crease and crevice. Michael stiffened and then relaxed as Remy's fingers invaded the cleft of his ass and pulled his cheeks apart to rinse it thoroughly, running his finger over and around his anus. A finger slightly invaded the tight sphincter to remove all traces of soap. They were facing each other, standing close as Remy reached around to rinse his cleft and anus. Michael felt Remy's cock stiffening against his genitals, and his own began to swell. Remy completed that task and, pouring some motel shampoo into his palm slowly and thorough lathered the hair on Michael's head then dropping his hands lathered his pubic growth, scratching and scrubbing with his fingers. He again performed the rinsing ritual, and Michael felt cleaner than ever before in his life.
Michael took the soap and washcloth and performed the washing ritual on Remy, lingering over his beautiful genitals and ass.
Afterwards as they finished toweling dry, Michael said, "I called my wife and office and told them that I had car trouble and would not be back before night, maybe not until tomorrow."
"I know. I heard on the phone. I'm glad. I haven't had enough of you yet." And with that, Remy took Michael by the hand and led him into the bedroom. They lay on the bed, Michael on his back and Remy on his side, propped on his elbow looking down at Michael. He lightly traced the tips of his fingers across Michael's erect nipples and with the tip of his index finger, followed the line down his stomach across his navel to the thick, curling growth of pubic hair. He combed it with his fingers, relishing its coarse but soft texture. Michael had followed the movement of his hand with his eyes. Now as his cock began to swell and lengthen without becoming hard at the nearness of Remy's touch and as Remy caressed his pubes with obvious admiration and enjoyment, Michael looked up at him. Remy's eyes turned to meet his, smiling, and then became more solemn as he gazed deeply into Michael's.
Michael anticipated what was about to happen and was prepared as Remy lowered his lips to his. Michael's lips were soft, moist and yeilding. As Remy opened his mouth and caressed Michael's lips with a gently inquiring tongue, Michael opened his own and slowly thrust his own tongue past Remy's, caressing it as his entered Remy's mouth. Remy's hands began passionately to caress Michael's chest, ribs and stomach. Michal raised his arms to embrace Remy and stroked his back in long firm strokes from shoulder to thigh. He turned to his side facing Remy, and they embraced passionately, grinding their lips and thrusting tongues together, first in Michael's mouth and then in Remy's. Their arms were tightly around each other stroking and caressing every available expanse of skin. They were pressed against each other from chest to knees, their genitals rubbing against the other's insistently. They began to become large and hard, throbbing hotly against each other.
Remy rolled over, forcing Michael to his back with Remy on top of him. Remy began to squirm down, breaking the passionate kiss of his lips and kissing his neck and shoulders. His tongue flicked Michael's nipples and sucked them voraciously as he kissed and licked downwards. He was between Michael's legs, and his tongue thrust into the indention of his navel. He moved lower kissing each protruding point of Michael's pelvic bones at either hip. His lips and tongue were in his thick pubic growth, wetting it as his hand grasped and moved the hard throbbing cock away. Now his tongue licked at the fold between thigh and testicles and over Michael's testicles, taking them, one at a time, gently into his mouth and caressing them with his tongue.
He raised his head and kissed the length of the hot, hard shaft and enclosed the head of Michael's cock in his searching mouth licking in fast, firm circular motions and sucking firmly. His mouth moved down the shaft and Michael thrust deeply into his mouth, and within minutes, all too soon but not soon enough, Michael tightened his grasp of Remy's curly locks, and thrust urgently, emptying pulsating jets of cum into his mouth. Remy continued to suck him clean as Michael's cock softened and he regained his normal breath and pulse.
Immediately upon being released by Remy's lips, Michael pulled Remy up and kissed his come covered lips passionately, rolled him over and slid down his body kissing and licking passionately and wetly, as Remy had done to him. He stared lovingly at the blond pubic growth and the perfectly straight, beautiful cock.
"So beautiful. Beautiful Remy."
He lowered his mouth and engulfed it, sucking furiously and running his warm, wet tongue down its length and around its sides. As his head bobbed up and down, Remy watched his wetly gleaming shaft thrust into and out of Michael's mouth. He combed his fingers through Michael's hair and grasped it as Michael's avid lips and tongue moved up and down. His cock became harder and lengthened. "Unghhh," he groaned, as release was imminent, "I'm coming, Michael." The suction Michael's mouth increased and, with firmer, faster strokes, his tongue stroked the large, swollen vessel on the underside of Remy's cock. Remy's cock was flexing furiously and then jerked and spasmed as he flooded Michael's mouth with spurting streams of his salty-sweet cum.
Afterwards they lay together, kissing and tasting their own semen on each other's lips and in their mouths.
"I never imagined this," Michael said.
"What?"
"That I'd like it - love it so much."
"I never thought it would become this . . . well, this mutual!" Remy said. "I thought I'd maybe get to suck your cock and then that would be it. But this! I couldn't have even imagined such perfection."
"Yeah." Michael was silent for several minutes as they held one another. "Remy?"
"Yes, Michael."
"I don't want this end, do you?"
"I can't stand to think about it."
"We've got to figure something out. I get to Raleigh-Durham every two weeks, and I can arrange to stay in that area for two or three days. I do that sometimes, now."
"I'd love that, Michael."
"We only live three or four miles from each other in Atlanta, but that doesn't do much good. We can't very well go to each other's homes for . . . for this. Of course, we can figure out a place or go to a motel. But I want us to be together for more than just this, too."
Remy felt that he would explode with happiness. Was it possible? Was Michael saying that he loved him? Maybe even as Remy had realized last night that his lust for Michael was becoming something more, something more profound? His eyes stung and a couple of tears splashed Michael's shoulders.
"What's wrong, Remy? Did I do something? D-did I . . . was it what I said?" He felt Remy's head nod. "D-did I scare you?"
"No, Michael. I'm just happy. I-I love you, Michael, and what you said made me think that maybe you loved me, too . . . a little."
Michael was shocked, at Remy's words, and then amazed, as he examined his own feelings. "I think I do, Remy. I think maybe I love you a lot."
They spent the remainder of the day in the motel room, occasionally watching some of the all male triple-x channel, but mostly talking about a variety of subjects. That night, before sleep, they again had sex with one another and, again, when Remy awakened to find Michael between his legs slowly sucking his cock.
The next morning, Michael took Remy to the bus station to catch a bus to Raleigh- Durham. They'd decided that since no one knew Remy was coming home, it would be better for him to go back to school. Michael was scheduled to be in Raleigh-Durham for two days of business in three weeks, and he promised Remy to make it at least three and to stretch it to four if possible.
Three weeks later Michael arrived in Raleigh-Durham a little after ten o'clock at night. Remy was expecting his call when he arrived, but Michael called twenty miles outside of Raleigh-Durham and asked him to meet him at the Avis Rent-a-Car at the airport. When Michael arrived, Remy was already in the terminal. Michael wanted him to rent a car for three days and gave him $150 in cash to do so. Remy was to come to the bar at the Residence Inn, and Michael would meet him.
Michael had checked out the hotels. The Residence Inn had suites with kitchenettes and king-sized beds and a private entrance. When he checked in, he told the desk clerk that his kid brother from college might be staying over and asked for two keys. It developed that the corporate rate was a single rate, single or double, and Michael was not asked for any information concerning his "brother." He met Remy in the bar, and they had a beer and then left for the room.
They'd barely shut the door behind them, when Remy had his arms around Michael, kissing him and Michael was ardently returning both embrace and kiss.
"Whoa," said Michael, breaking away. "Let's get our things put away and get more comfortable."
"I don't have anything except what I'm wearing."
"Well, you won't need it. You won't even need what your wearing very long. Help me get some things out of my car." Michael had stopped at a grocery store and had bought some breakfast rolls, orange juice and coffee.
Michael insisted on unpacking his bag and arranging his toiletries. Making sure that the drapes were pulled and the door doubled locked and night chain in place. He and Remy turned back the spread and removed it from the bed.
Only then did he approach Remy to embrace and kiss him. Remy stepped back from the embrace and reached for Michael's tie which he removed and hung up in the closet. Next the shoes and socks which he lined up neatly on the closet floor. The shirt, slowly unbuttoned and then hung in the closet. Michael began to get the message and a smiled tremored at the corners of his mouth. When Remy undid his belt and the fastener at the waistband of his trousers, slowly unzipped his fly, let them drop to the floor, picked them up and began to fold them for hanging, Michael took them from him and tossed in a heap in the corner. Remy smiled in satisfaction as he pulled Michael's tee shirt over his head. He noticed that Michael was wearing new briefs, contour bikinis that showed off his muscular body to advantage and lifted and slightly thrust forward his genitals.
He knelt before Michael and looked at the briefs and their contents. "New?"
Michael blushed slightly. "I wanted to be attractive for you."
"You are, Michael, and would be in anything, but I like these." He brought his hand to the bulge in the briefs and traced his finger around Michael's cock barely concealed under the thin jersey. Placing his hands on the elastic he slowly pulled the briefs down. As the dark, soft curly pubic hair was revealed, Remy put his face in it, inhaled with a sigh of satisfaction and kissed it around the edges and then all over. Leaning back he pulled further, gazing at the large, soft tube of flesh as he slowly uncovered it. Michael put a hand on his shoulder to steady himself and stepped out of it. Remy laid his cheek against the soft genitals and reached around to cup and squeeze Michael's buttocks with firm but gentle pressure.
Turning his face into Michael's genitals he kissed them and would have taken his cock into his mouth immediately, but Michael held him and stepped back. "Wait," he said. "Stand up a minute." Remy complied, and Michael disrobed him, stripping him to his Fruit of the Loom briefs. Michael grasped them and ripped them down the sides, letting the pieces drop to the floor.
"Michael! I don't have any others!"
Michael picked up the ripped cloth, dropped them in the trash can, and brought a package to Remy. It was six pairs of the same bikini contour briefs in white, heather grey and black. "I brought these for you, but you won't need them any time soon."
Remy to Michael by the hand, led him to the king sized bed, and coaxed him to lie down. He joined him, laying on his side facing Michael's body propped against a stack of pillows. Remy kissed him lingeringly, and Michael opened his lips to his gently inquiring tongue. As they kissed deeply, Remy explored Michael's body with his hands, probing his pectoral muscles with soft squeezes and stroking the light growth of hair on his stomach, his pubic area and genitals, his inner thighs, and his lips and tongue slowly and lingeringly followed the same, skipping over the genital area as he spread Michael's thighs to obtain access to the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He raised his head and took Michael's hardening cock into his mouth, sighing with satisfaction as he licked the smooth skin of the head of Michael's cock and slid his lips down the shaft to its base. As he entered his rhythm, Michael began to thrust gently and run his fingers through his hair. After a minute or so, Michael said, "Wait a minute. I need to move." He shifted from the stacked pillows to lay flat on his back, and Remy shifted with him, Michael's cock still throbbing in his mouth.
"Turn around, Remy. I want you while your sucking me."
Remy shifted around and Michael guided him to straddle his head. Remy's beautiful cock was withing inches. Michael placed his hands on Remy's buttocks and pulled him down, raising his head to capture the hard flesh. At first it was awkward, but after a few minutes their rhythm was synchronized - Remy raising and lowering his mouth along the length of Michael's cock and Michael thrust in and out, and Remy moving his hips up and down as Michael's head moved up and down along Remy's cock. Michael wrapped his arms around Remy's waist and hips as he sucked, and Remy ran his hands under Michael's buttocks to stroke and squeeze. The speed and passion of their sucking and thrusting each signaled to the other the nearing orgasm. Each of them felt the other's cock lengthen and harden in their mouths, and almost simultaneously, their cocks began to jerk as they shot spurting streams of semen into each other and swallowed rapidly.
Afterwards they lay in each other's arms. "Have you ever done that before, Remy?"
Remy had but he wasn't about to burst Michael's bubble. "No, Michael, I never have. It was wonderful." And at that moment, it was as if he never had!
