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

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

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Holiday Bachelors

Sex in Suburbia – Guys Misbehaving

By

Derek Adams

Dedication

For KRJ

1

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

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

“I think I’ve grasped the concept of

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

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

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

“Hell, honey, I thought blackened salmon

referred to the fish, not the ceiling.”

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

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

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

non-stop service to Paris.”

The girls giggled with unrepressed

excitement.

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

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

“D

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

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

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

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

survive on our own for that long.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jack threw his arm

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Up yours!” I jammed my elbow into his

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

Jack was a great guy. Despite an age gap of

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

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

A couple of weeks after he and Julie got

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

One Saturday, about a month later, he came

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. I

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

Jack quickly became a regular workout

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

“You are getting serious about this, aren’t

you?”

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

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

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

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

“Somebody’s got to keep up the tone

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

“I’ve been wearing this gear for a long

time.”

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

push-ups. Hit the mat, sucker.”

“Jesus, man, I have curled and pressed and

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

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

any sit-ups.”

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

belly into a wall of muscle?”

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

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

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

some of the benefit by proxy.”

“You’ll help me and watch carefully so that

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

“Forget embarrassment, I’m hoping not to

kill myself.”

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

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

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

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

“All finished?” Jack sounded hopeful.

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“Not quite. We need to work those oblique

muscles.”

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

would we?”

I shot him a look and started my next set,

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

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

yours?”

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

that I’ve grown to appreciate so much?”

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

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

“Right.” He leaned back, hands behind his

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

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

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

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

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

I gripped his shoulders and sat him upright

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

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

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

“Compared to what I have in store for you

tomorrow.” I flashed an evil grin.

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

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

He was out on the sidewalk for our run the

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

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“All right, man, I have purchased a whole

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good move, buddy.” Jack unbuttoned his

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

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

When his slacks came off, I noticed that he

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

Two beers later, we were halfway through a

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

When the game ended and I reached

forward to grab the remote, Jack mumbled

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

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

arm onto his shoulders and shook him gently.

“Did we win?” His eyelids fluttered and he

raised his head.

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

miss a thing.”

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

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

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

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

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

bathroom.”

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Jack sauntered down the hallway and

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

I joined him in the guest room, and we

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

The next morning, the sound of the shower

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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me and the sink, leaned forward and started
brushing.

The bathroom in my house is tiny so I had

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

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

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

“Man slits throat with twin-blade cartridge,”

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

“Thanks,” I stood there helplessly while he

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

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

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

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

I closed the door and tried to avoid nicking

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

I stuck my head out of the bathroom and

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

The sensations were so intense my knees

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

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

I closed my eyes and tried to think of Ellen.

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

I finally gave up fantasizing and stared at

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

I jacked myself frantically. My toes curled

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

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

I felt a mixture of pride and embarrassment,

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

When I got home that night, Jack was in the

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

“I’m beyond ready.” I was relieved he

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

After about four margaritas each, things

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

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

“Where the hell do you get that damned

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

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

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

After we finished cleaning up in the kitchen,

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

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

“Looks like our choices tonight are either

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure.” I felt a combination of panic and

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

He took a deep breath and looked at me

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

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

I looked at him in silence. His mouth was set

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

When I tried to reply, my throat was too dry

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

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It didn’t feel much different than Ellen’s

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

When his thumb made contact with my

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

Jack fished my prick out of the fly of my

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

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I caressed the back of Jack’s head while he

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

I opened my eyes and looked at Jack when

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

I gotta admit, I really got into the idea of

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

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

I caught him under the arms and pulled him

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

“No, I just…I mean…I…” For once my

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

It must have been right at that very instant

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

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

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

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

I swear Jack was whimpering and

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

I pressed a finger against his ass hole,

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

“You got any condoms?”

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“Should be a couple in the drawer in the

coffee table. Uh…why do you ask?”

He just smiled down at me and opened the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack scooted back, his cock and balls tight

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

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

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

I remained absolutely still as he pressed

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

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

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

I eased out of his ass slowly, stopping only

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

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

By this point, Jack’s hands were braced

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

I reached up and grabbed onto the thick

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

Jack shuddered and writhed in ecstasy

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

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

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

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

I humped him until my hips started to

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

“I guess we were pretty drunk last night,

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

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

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

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

handsome face. “I hear you loud and clear.

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

“Good morning, yourself.” I rolled over on

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

The wives came home from their European

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

“Could you fellows give us your undivided

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

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

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

Ellen smiled sweetly. “We just wanted to

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

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“They’re going to make us repaint one of

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

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

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

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

punched my buddy in the shoulder.

“Oh, man, that was my brush arm.” He

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

“The pair of you can forget about

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

“You know my mother’s birthday is coming

up next month.” She looked pointedly at Jack.

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

slumped slightly.

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

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

“That makes three people, Dan.” Ellen

looked at me pointedly.

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

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

Julie marched right into the fray. “The point

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

“We thought that I might as well come

along with them.”

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

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

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

money?”

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

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

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

buddy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys survived surprisingly well when

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

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

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

I turned to look at Jack. “It was settled

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

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

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

“You sure you’re up to being a holiday

bachelor again?” Jack winked at me.

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

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

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

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

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

where it goes.”

I stood there for as long as I dared, then

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

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

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

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

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

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

holidays can a holiday bachelor survive?”

“Looks like we’re gonna have a chance to

find out.” Jack shook his head in resignation.

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As it turns out, over the years we’ve managed
to survive quite a few.

About the Author

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