Published: 23 Jan 2017

Around midnight, Dane woke up with an urgent need to piss. He stumbled his way into the bathroom as quietly as he could, but still ended up rousing Colt. Once Colt heard the sound of Dane’s stream, he needed to go too.

“I’m hungry,” Colt said as he crawled back in bed with his spouse. “I wish something were open so we could get a snack.”

“We couldn’t go anywhere smelling like sweat and sex anyway,” Dane giggled. “I’ll check the bar fridge; there might be something in there.”

Dane returned with two roast beef sandwiches, chips, and two obscenely long dill pickles.

“There’s a note from Joel and Alex saying they know man-sex can really increase one’s appetite, so they provided us with some sustenance to tide us over till breakfast. We’re supposed to do whatever we like with the pickles.”

“Ouch! Can you even imagine how vinegar would feel in there after what we did?” Colt shuddered.

“He didn’t say anything about shoving them up our butts! You have an exceedingly dirty mind,” Dane snickered. “Had I known, I might not have been so eager to marry you.”

“Or maybe more eager!” Colt giggled.

“Touché!”

Dane took one of the pickles and licked it suggestively. Colt was turned on by that and took the other pickle in his mouth to suck on. He kept bobbing his head on it until Dane and he were both hard again. Then he pulled back and bit the end off of it. This time it was Dane who winced.

After their stomachs were full, the guys discovered their energy level had risen along with their blood sugar. They opened a window to air out the room, brushed the crumbs out of the bed, and filled the tub with warm water. Colt sat at one end with is legs spread as much as they could be in the confines of the tub and Dane sat at the other end between Colt’s legs. His legs were on each side of Colt, which put their butts quite close together and their cocks within easy reach.

They soaked for 15 or 20 minutes enjoying the therapeutic properties of the warm water on their slightly sore sphincters. Colt couldn’t resist working Dane’s foreskin back and forth over his pink head. Both boys got up on their knees to embrace and kiss. That put their dicks even closer together. Colt worked Dane’s prepuce over the head of his cock so they were docking for the time being. Dane’s erection soon crowded Colt’s head out of that intimate position.

After they were out of the tub and drying each other off, Dane suggested they might need a little more nourishment. He said he knew a source for a good shot of warm protein. Colt didn’t think there would be much left after their earlier activity, but was all for giving it a try!

The king sized bed made 69 very easy to do. The boys decided they would have a bed that size when they finally had a place of their own. A large playpen would be ideal.

They made out for some time before they started suckling. Because they’d cum so hard earlier, they could ride the wave of desire longer. When they eventually reached orgasm, it was intense!

Dane dragged himself to the window to shut it before he snuggled against Colt’s back and both fell asleep again.

They were startled awake by the sound of the bedside phone around 8:00 a.m.

“Are you wusses awake?” Dustin snickered on the other end of the line.

“We are now,” Colt grumbled.

“You’d better shake a leg if you’re going to eat breakfast before Joel and Alex arrive to pick us up. Did you find the food in the fridge?”

“Yeah, and it was a lifesaver! We’ve got to treat those guys to dinner some night in Belize. Are you dressed already?”

“Nah, we’re just getting ready to shower. If you hurry, we can meet in the breakfast area.”

The four guys met in the hall by the elevators to go to eat. Dustin had to tease his buddies asking why they were walking funny. Of course, they weren’t actually, but it was a humorous way of welcoming them into the club.

Everyone had a healthy appetite. Teenage guys can always put away food, but those who have spent the previous night making love can nearly bankrupt an establishment that offers a complimentary breakfast.

Joel and Alex felt obligated to do their share of friendly teasing as the limo whisked them toward the small building used as a terminal for private planes. There wasn’t any of the security hassle to go through like they would have needed to do for a commercial flight. In a matter of minutes, they were seated awaiting takeoff.

Once cruising altitude had been reached, the newlyweds all put down the backs of their seats to take a nap. Brandon, their flight attendant brought around light blankets and pillows to make them comfortable.

Joel and Alex grinned at each other as they surveyed their sleeping companions. They could empathize. Having been married for about six months, they had made love only once the night before. So, they were reading and listening to their IPods to pass the time.

After about three hours in the air, the steward began to get lunch ready. Dane stretched and yawned as he made his way to the restroom. The other sleepers awoke also with the sounds and smells of lunch being prepared.

Joel asked Brandon to serve the pilot and copilot first and then to have lunch with the rest of the guys.

“Thank you, Mr. Teague,” he responded.

“Hey, Dude, I’m younger than you are, so cut the Mister crap!” Joel joked.

Brandon grinned. He wasn’t used to being treated as an equal by most people who had money.

“As you wish, Sir,” he said with an exaggerated bow.

Everyone laughed.

“Really, Brandon, we’d enjoy visiting with you. I know you work lots of private flights. You must have interesting stories.”

“I have had some unusual experiences, but many of them I’m not at liberty to discuss. I’m like bartenders and priests about keeping secrets.”

“Did you ever have the misfortune to be on a flight with my father? His name is Ward Teague.”

“Oh my God, you can’t be related to him! Oops, I shouldn’t have said that! Please don’t tell him.”

“Not a chance,” Joel said shaking his head sadly. “I haven’t spoken to him in a couple of years and when I did, it wasn’t nice! I didn’t even invite him to my wedding; not that he’d have come anyway.”

“You’re married? Where’s your wife?”

“I prefer to be called his husband,” Alex grinned.

“I beg your pardon. You guys didn’t set off my gaydar at all.”

“How about the rest of us,” Dustin asked.

“You mean you’re all…?

“The rest of us are on our honeymoons,” Dave told him.

“Kewl! It’s nice to meet normal, ordinary guys who are on the same team. Want to see a picture of my boyfriend?”

Traveling to Belize by private jet took about a quarter of the time it would have by commercial plane because there were no layovers or circuitous routes. The guys landed in Belize City in the afternoon feeling refreshed.

A limo was waiting on the tarmac to drive them to the condos. In a short time, they were settled in their rooms. The phones in both bedrooms rang at the same time, connected in a conference call.

“Hey, it’s me,” Joel said. “I don’t want to be a pest, but the cook says our afternoon tea will be ready in 10 minutes if you’d like to partake. I know you may have other things you’d rather do to your husbands, but if you’re interested, it will be served poolside.”

The four honeymooners put on swimsuits under their shorts to go have a snack with their hosts. It was a delicious spread and they were waited on hand and foot.

After their food had settled, they all splashed around in the pool for a while and then went exploring around the neighborhood. They ate dinner together in the Masterson’s condo at 7:30. Then, they planned an excursion to a private island for the next day.

Back in the Teague’s condo, Dave, Dustin, Dane, and Colt discussed their plans for the coming fall. All had settled on going to Iowa State where Joel, Alex, Allen, and Abby were. Their partners would be their roommates in the dorms the first year, but they planned to get an apartment with two bedrooms and all live together the following year. Life was becoming more exciting with the prospect of being on their own. They’d miss Greta, of course, but it was time to leave the nest and move on.

Joel had prearranged for a boat to transport all of them to the island which was special to Alex and him. Dane thought it was really wonderful of him to share it with the rest. It showed how close the guys had all become after their shaky start when Joel first moved to Bentonville.

The boat was waiting for them when they got to the dock. It took only a few minutes to load their food and large beach umbrellas. The sky and water looked perfect for a day on beach. In less than half an hour, they were on the island watching the boat disappear in the distance.

“Joel, I love you, Man! This is awesome!” Dane exclaimed. “You certainly aren’t anything like I first thought you were. Do you remember?”

“Shit, how could I forget? If looks could kill, I’d have been dead back in the high school cafeteria.”

“I feel bad about that.” Dane shook his head.

“Nah, don’t do that. I’d have done the same in your shoes; I would be as protective of Alex.”

Dane hugged Joel and then motioned to Colt who came over to hug him too.

“Aren’t you going to make your husband jealous?” Joel said to Colt.

“No way,” Colt answered. “He trusts me, and you, completely!

Dave and Dustin hugged Joel next while Dane and Colt embraced Alex. At the end of it, Joel turned away trying to hide his tears.

“What’s wrong, Babe?” Alex asked.

“Just got some sand in my eyes, I guess.

Alex hugged his husband from behind and kissed the back of his neck.

“Let it out, Tough Guy. These are our brothers; our family. If we can’t get emotional in front of them, we’re shutting out part of our lives. Hey, we’re gay and that means we’re supposed to be sensitive.”

Joel turned back to face his friends with a smile shining through his flowing tears.

“You all know how my own family treated me after I came out to them. You and my grandparents are my real family. You stood by me. I love you guys!”

Joel’s words brought on more tears and hugs from everyone. They had been friends for some time, but in that moment bonded into a deeper relationship. They would remain brothers for the rest of their lives.

“Well,” Joel said. “Time is wasting. Let the party begin!”

Following Joel’s lead, the young men put their picnic baskets in the shade, stripped off their clothes, coated their lovers with sunscreen, and went splashing naked in the ocean.

Playing chicken-fight in the surf was fun, but didn’t last long because everyone’s body was too slick from lotion to allow the top guys to stay seated on their husband’s shoulders. Besides, they were getting hungry.

After lunch, Joel suggested that each couple might like to take a beach umbrella and go in three different directions so they could play with their spouses without any reservations. All agreed that it sounded like a plan.

“What if someone else comes here and sees us?” Dane asked.

“Well, it’s private property, so they would be trespassing.” Joel answered.

“Yeah, but what if it’s the owners?”

“Alex and I are the owners. We loved it so much that we decided to buy it. It really wasn’t very expensive and now we can have a place to come and play whenever we’re here. You guys are always welcome.”

The four guests gave cheers of, “Kewl, wow, awesome!”

“Man, I didn’t even think about packing any lube,” Dane said when he and Colt were alone.

“Fear not, my husband. It is not for nothing that I was an eagle scout!” Colt said as he pulled a tube of KY jelly from his pack. “Be prepared.”

“Have you nothing but sex on your mind, oh great prepared one?”

“When I’m on my honeymoon with my hot husband, what else should be thinking about?” Colt smiled.

Instead of answering verbally, Dane licked his way up the inside of Colt’s left leg making Colt shiver in anticipation. After bathing Colt’s balls and perineum, Dane licked the end of his lover’s engorged phallus while running his fingers across his rosebud.

Colt pulled his knees up toward his chest to give Dane better access. Dane didn’t disappoint him. He slipped one well-lubricated finger into Colt’s warm chute, then two, and finally three. Colt begged him to insert the real thing.

Dane entered slowly, but surely, watching his husband’s face for signs of discomfort. Before long, he was in to his pubes. Then, he took long, smooth strokes until Colt asked him to drive it home. Dane was more than happy to comply.

The stimulation of Dane’s abs rubbing on Colt’s cock pushed them both closer to their climaxes. Colt came first and the spasms of his rectal muscles milked Dane’s tool until he couldn’t hold back a second longer. He blasted Colt’s guts with a larger load than he thought possible given their activities on their wedding night and the night after. They lay coupled in that position until Dane softened and slipped out. Then they kissed and hugged in the cooling off period. Finally, they jogged to the edge of the beach and into the salty ocean.

“I love it both ways, but I think I might like it best when you take me,” Colt said.

“I love it either way, but I must admit I really like watching the pleasure on your face when I’m buried to my balls in your sweet ass,” Dane replied.

While they splashed around, Joel and Alex joined them in the water. Later, a glowing and grinning Dave and Dustin came too.

In the following days, the guys went scuba diving and exploring. They did a lot of things together, but some as individual couples. On one evening, the newlyweds gave the cook the night off and treated their hosts to a fine seafood dinner at a lovely little restaurant. It was the least they could do, knowing what it would have cost them for the kind of adventure they were having.

Packing to go back to Iowa was both happy and sad. All of the guys hated to see their stay in paradise end, but they also knew that there were other tasks and pleasures awaiting them at home. College would begin in a few months and, before that, there were summer jobs as well as family duties. Of the couples, Dane and Colt were the only ones going to Massachusetts to be married in the eyes of the laws of that state. Joel and Alex said they might fly to California before school started to do a similar thing. Dave and Dustin felt they would settle for the commitment rite they’d already observed until gay marriage became more widely accepted. They were all going to take Colt’s advice of having legal documents drawn up to ensure they had power of attorney in the event of an emergency or death. It wasn’t a fun thing to think about, but it was important.

On the last night of their official honeymoon, Colt and Dane lay snuggled together in the afterglow of their recent coupling. They thought back to their first encounter in the hall at Bentonville High.

“You had such a chip on your shoulder when you shoved Trent to the floor that day.” Dane said softly. “Boy have you changed!”

“Yeah, because of you and grandma and all the love you showed me – especially because of you in the weight room that day. I couldn’t deny who I was anymore.”

“I’m glad you couldn’t because it made me realize who I was too. I’ll never forget our first kiss and you saying: `Why did you have to be so damned cute?’.” Dane smiled.

“The last four years have been the best in my whole life,” Colt said softly.

“Mine too, and our lives together are just beginning.”

End

Authors notes:

Wow! This has been a long journey. Many people have helped the Bentonville gang along their way. I especially have to thank Tom and David for editing through this lengthy process. They’ve helped with far more than finding typos. They have stretched my imagination and kept me going.

I also have to give special recognition to Joe who inspired “Joel” in this tale. I heard from Joe in recent months. He has a great job as a hospital administrator, and has a partner who works in finance. He sounds happy!

Ah, and then there’s Al who has worked tirelessly to put this story into its present form for Castle Roland. Thanks for being patient with me, Al!

This tale was originally written before same-sex marriage became the law of the land. Also, the Boy Scouts of America have changed their policies in the meantime. Both things happened without causing the world to stop rotating!

There’s still a lot that needs to be done to make equality a reality, but it’s a start. We have made progress!

David

Editor’s Note:
If you enjoyed this story, let David know: david.lee@castleroland.net