Beach and Boulders

Beach and Boulders, an Idyllic Symphony

by

D. V. Zomba

Copyright 2009 Chapter One: Allegro -- The Beach Chapter Two: Adagio -- Reawakening Chapter Three: Largo -- Towards an End Chapter Four: Scherzo -- Another

Life,Another Time Chapter Five: Coda

Chapter One Allegro -- The Beach

I love the beach. I love this beach, this particular stretch of pristine, golden sand warmed by the tropical sun and washed by the gentle tides. This idyllic hideaway, bracketed by primordial boulders to the north and to the south cascading from the high hill, down into the sea. Ancient boulders thrown up by some equally ancient cataclysm, maybe Toba's eruption, creating a perfect, golden crescent bound by lush green and the mysterious blue of the Andaman Sea. This beach, this island apparently overlooked among the scores that make up Langkawi's archipelago.

This must have been the place, that Eden where the building blocks of life first came together eons ago and miraculously bonded creating that first spark. This must have been that place where the first fires of human passion were ignited, where they were carefully stoked, grew to a raging inferno and exploded in orgasmic release.

This must be the place!

This was the place, this was the golden crescent of sand guarded by gargantuan boulders, hidden, virginal where I had wandered, a modern day explorer, or so I imagined. I slowly paddled around a massive rock and on to the beach. Pulling my kayak up beyond the high water mark of small sticks and bleached shells, I took a drink of water and stretched out on the warm sand. I had been paddling for well over two hours and as the sun rose to its zenith, I decided to rest a while.

This was the most wonderfully peaceful place I had ever seen. Everything was in its place, and strangely enough, I felt a place here too. "Completely devoid of tourists," I thought then snickered as I realized that I was a tourist!

I was alone, no hustle and bustle, no neon signs beckoning me, no babbling tourists . . . I was like Adam, and this was Eden. Pulling my shirt off, shucking my shorts, I gleefully stood there nude letting the sun rejuvenate my body. Slowly walking to the water's edge, I allowed the waves to lap over my feet as I wiggled my toes in the sand. Wading out til I stood mid thigh I surveyed my small, ephemeral, transient realm, sat down in the warm water and reveled in being gently rocked by the waves. I felt in the bosom of primordial nature and happily allowed all my thoughts to be cleansed.

It's the second week in August. Having graduated with a Master's Degree from the `U of M' just two months before, I allowed all the stresses and aches flow away. Mom and Dad gave me a round trip ticket as my graduation present. It was not a small thing for them, but one that they happily provided. Carefully I had saved a few dollars from my part time job while at the university, added to it from the money gifts at graduation and this was my gift to myself. For years, I had dreamed of going to this part of the world and even though I was on a tight budget, I felt fulfilled.

Rising from my watery haven, I waded back to the shore and laid down in the lacy shade of a low hanging tree. Within minutes I slipped into a rejuvenating sleep, Adam in his Eden.

Some time later I roused from my rejuvenating sleep and sat up. Seeing a figure walking along the water's edge towards me, I was a bit startled. Like me, he was without clothes and my movement caught his attention.

"Hi!" came his cheerful greeting.

"Hi," I returned.

"This is a great place."

"Yeah, it sure is."

Nodding to my small craft, "See you're a kayaker too!" he stated.

"Yeah."

"Mine is on the other side of those boulders," he stated, pointing back to the string of boulders from which he just came. Then he added, "Aarman Wellington," as he bent down and offered his hand in introduction.

Taking his hand in a firm hand shake, "Bob Cavanaugh," I stated.

"You been here long Bob?" he inquired.

"Just arrived yesterday and paddled out here today. Found this place sorta by accident."

"It's the best! Found it a week ago and come here every day just to relax."

"You with a group, Aarman?" I queried.

"No. Travelling alone."

"Me too."

Aarman appeared to be close to my age, was a pleasant looking guy, wavy dark hair, brown eyes, strong nose and a great smile. He was about six feet tall, maybe weighed one-hundred-eighty pounds--the body of one who was not unfamiliar with athletic activities--not ripped, mind you, but smoothly muscular with fairly broad shoulders and a trim waist. His great tan was buttressed by the natural dusky tinge of his body. That was evident by the shift in color of the marked tan lines. We were similar in nearly all aspects, except my hair was not wavy, my eyes were hazel and my natural skin tone was light. Oh, yeah, my nose is a bit more prominent. "You have a Roman nose!" my mother used to say! Like me, he appeared to be fairly well endowed--in the crotch department--except he was uncut whereas I was circumcised, and his bush was dark and opulent.

Actually, Aarman was quite handsome, but not in the usual, movie star tradition. And, his appearance, nonchalantly walking nude up to me caught me off guard. My eyes flitted from his face to his lower torso and back again. I wasn't turned on, at least I don't think I was, but he offered a brief, sensuous sojourn.

Aarman sat comfortably cross legged in the shade and we chatted a while. A couple of times I thought his gaze flitted down to my crotch. "I must be imagining things," I thought.

During our chat it turned out his mother was Indian, from the Karnataka, along the Malabar Coast, some thousand miles or so due west of where we sat yakking. That accounted for his dusky pallor. His father was from Chicago. They had met in college, fell in love and married. Aarman had two other brothers and two sisters. This I learned during our light hearted conversation.

My heritage was not so romantic. Mom and Dad had met their freshman year at college, fell in love and married at the end of their sophomore year when Mom got pregnant with my eldest brother, John. Between John and my eldest sister, Marie, Dad finished his degree. Mom went back intermittently, between children and finally got her degree in nursing. One would think that five kids over a period of twelve years would dampen their ardor. But they still seemed to be very much in love, even now. A miracle!

Aarman looked at his watch and stated, "Better be getting back before we get caught in the outgoing tide."

I'm glad he was aware of that possibility. I was not! I had blithely set out that morning without considering that possibility. Indiana is not affected by the tide!

"Where's your kayak?"

"Just around the boulders," he gestured. "I'll meet you here . . . It's good to have a paddling companion."

And, he set of in a gentle run back from the direction from which he first appeared. I was impressed at how effortlessly he ran--muscles stretching and contracting in concert--as he raced over the sand. Aarman appeared to be some young Triton, son of Poseidon and Amphitrite, as he trotted along the sea's edge with the sun reflecting off his taunt, sweat covered muscles. He disappeared `round the boulders.

After putting on my sweat pants and shirt, I carried my kayak to the low surf and prepared to push out. A few minutes later Aarman appeared around the boulders confidently and effortlessly paddling his light kayak. Jumping in my kayak, I paddled out to meet him and we set out for Kuah.

"How did you end up in Kuah?"

"I took the ferry over . . . . my budget didn't allow for the plane." I answered simply.

"Same here," he admitted, "We must be in the same boat."

"So to speak," I stated with a grin. We both laughed as we merrily paddled along.

After paddling well over an hour, my muscles began to ache a bit. I must admit, part of my strain was keeping up with Aarman. He was obviously a seasoned kayaker.

"Damn! Thought we'd be in sight of Kuah by now!" I exploded.

"Think we are catching the first of the tide . . . " he puffed. "Should see Kuah just around the promontory ahead."

"Hope so," I also puffed.

"Me too!" And he laughed.

As we rounded the point Kuah, as if by a miracle, appeared across the broad channel. We paddled faster, buoyed by the knowledge that we would soon be ashore.

We turned our kayaks, paid the nominal fee and walked off the wharf.

"I need a drink!" I stated.

"Me too."

Finding a small road sided cafe, we sat down, exhausted.

"Two fresh lime juices with ice, for me," Aarman ordered from the waiter.

"Same for me!"

The first lime juice was gulped down, the second one we took our time and relaxed.

Aarman asked, "Where are you staying?"

"The Kuah Hilton," I stated, rolling my eyes! "No, actually at an ashrama I read about in a student travel guide. Six bunk beds in one room and share a bath! But, it's cheap! And, you?"

"Well, not the Kuah Hilton," he laughed, "But apparently a bit upscale from your ashrama."

"Oh?"

"Yeah! I have a room to myself with a double bed . . . but that's all! Oh, yeah . . . one chair. I have to share a bath. Not too bad though."

"Well, so far there are only two other people in my digs . . . at least there were when I left this morning."

"Mmmm, maybe you'll be lucky!"

"Hope so," I answered.

"Hey! How about us meeting for supper tonight?"

"OK. Where?"

"Well, there's a good little family restaurant I've been eating at. Tasty, reasonable food with heaps of rice."

"Sounds good to me. Where shall we meet?"

"How about here . . . 7:00. OK with you?"

"Sure. 7:00 then," and we went out own way.

7:00 I met Aarman. We had showered and changed out clothes.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Famished!" I replied.

We walked a few blocks to the restaurant.' Actually it was a roofed, open air affair with tables and chairs called the "Nasi Padang." There was a long table with numerous offerings stacked up--lots of fish, prawns, chicken and other delicacies' of dubious origin and some vegetables. We were given a plate each, heaped with steaming rice. We loaded our plates with what we desired. I followed Aarman and took what he took, ladling gravy from some of the dishes over the rice.

At one dish, Aarman explained, "This is mutton! Actually mutton is goat!"

I took a bit of that delicious smelling meat and sat down to eat.

"How's your digs? Any more tenants?"

"Damn!" I said, "Five more descended upon the place. It's a mad house!"

"Mmmm, why don't you stay at my place. I gotta big bed and I promise there won't be any more to share it!"

"Thanks, but It would be too much for you."

"Not really," he stated.

"I'll make do," I replied.

We finished our dinner and we left. I felt wonderfully filled. The food was spicy, but delicious.

Aarman, I found out stayed a bit beyond the ashrama. As we approached the ashrama, he stated with a grin, "Let's see if any more locust have arrived!"

As we walked into the `room,' we were greeted with all manner of chatter. The room was at full compliment. Males and females of all types and origins.

"Damn!" was all Aarman could say as we walked out. Then is declared, "Bob, you can't stay there! You won't get any sleep, much less get your turn in the john! You're coming to my place."

"It's OK," I feebly lied.

"Hell it is! Get your bag or back pack or whatever and let's go!

Even though I had known him for but a few hours, I felt comfortable with Aarman. Anything would be better than that place--the Black Hole of Calcutta!

I went back in, grabbed my back pack and bid adieu to my first Langkawi digs.

What can be said of Aarman's room is that it was fairly clean. It was small! The bed and single chair took up most of the space. But he did have a ceiling fan, a luxury the ashrama did not have. And the bath-cum-toilet was adequate, although it had the traditional squat toilet and no toilet paper. The shower was a concrete tank in the bath-cum-toilet with a large ladle. It would suffice. Besides, I insisted on sharing the rent. Aarman pleasantly acquiesced. My portion was about what I was being charged at the ashrama.

Aarman lit a mosquito coil, turned on the fan and we prepared for bed. That was simple. We both slept in our undershorts and quickly fell asleep.

The next day we rented bicycles and toured that part of the island that was convenient for our mode of transportation. After supper, we returned to the room and Aarman pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his back pack.

"The best Thailand has to offer," he stated as he brandished the bottle aloft. "You do drink, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah. I've been known to get tipsy too . . . once or twice."

"Good!" He also pulled out two plastic cups and a large bottle of mineral water. "Sorry, no ice!"

Laughing, I said, "Well, Dad always said if you really are going to drink . . . drink it neat!"

Well, the liquid had the color of whiskey, but that's as close as it came to being "whiskey." But it was alcoholic!

We sat cross-legged in our undershorts and drank nearly half the bottle. I was getting high and declared, "I'd better stop! I'm getting high."

"Me too."

Aarman lit another mosquito coil and turned off the light and we laid out, inviting sleep.

Sleep overtook me quickly. Sometime during the night I began to have an infrequent erotic dream. I say infrequent `cause I had not had a erotic dream, a real wet dream since I was fifteen. That was when I discovered the joys of masturbation. Nonetheless, my dream was intensely erotic and delicious. I was filed with a luscious sensuous feeling. As was normal for me I began to drift unwillingly out of my slumber and away from that wondrous phantasy. In the cloudy miasma of dull wakefulness, the sensations did not cease or even lessen, but continued, unabated. I began to consciously discern a hand fondling my now rigid cock.

Then the most incredible sensation infused my body. "Ahhhh!" I groaned and my eyes opened.

In the half light that filtered in from the window, I saw a form hunched over my mid section and a head bobbing up and down . . . bobbing up and down on my cock.

"Ahhhh!"

I was being sucked. Somebody was sucking my cock!

This was no dream! This was real.

Rather than taking physical action to stop this lascivious ministration, I merely closed my eyes and willed my `dream' to continue. I had dated several girls in my life to that point. Pat, my last girlfriend, of two-and-a-half years, sucked me a few times. But, the sensations I garnered from those sporadic times were nothing compared to the delicious sensations my cock was experiencing. Totally, I submitted to this phenomenal feeling and the action of the bobbing head.

As the head continued its ascending and descending action, I felt my balls being manipulated.

"Ahhhh!"

Then a hand moved up my torso and started to play with my erect nipple.

"Ahhhh!"

It was too much! Inexorably I began to race up to that erotic plateau of ultimate release. The luscious chasm of unleashed physical sensations appeared and I plummeted over the edge.

"ARGGHHH!"

I arched my back, flexed my hips upward and drove my turgid cock deep into that, hot, moist, sucking tunnel and shot my load.

Completely spent, I dropped back onto the mattress, relaxed and fell into a sated slumber.

I awoke a bit light headed the next morning. Aarman was finishing dressing.

"Morning," he greeted me.

"Morning."

Going to the door, he said, "Why don't you take a shower. I'll meet you outside and we can get something to eat and some coffee."

"OK."

He said nothing about what had happened. He looked no different than he did the morning before.

I showered, took care of my needs, dressed and met Aarman outside the house. We walked to a small stall near the house, ate some fried noodles and drank two cups or steaming, aromatic coffee.

"You have any plans for the day?" he inquired.

"No, nothing," I answered simply.

"Why don't we rent a double kayak and paddle out to the island?"

"OK, sounds good to me."

We walked down to the wharf.

"Bob, go to that stall over there," he motioned to one of the many stalls, "Pack two orders of fried rice and two bottles of mineral water. I'll rent the kayak."

"OK."

Lazily, we paddled out into the channel, around the promontory and towards the island with the golden, crescent beach. We were silent and we paddled along. I wanted to say something about last night, but was frankly too embarrassed to do so. "I'll wait for him to being it up," I thought. But, he didn't.

About and hour-and-a-half later we pulled the kayak up on the beach and unloaded our lunch. Along with the fried rice and water I purchased two oranges and two apples. I set out fare in the shade of one of the trees.

"It's a lot easier with two paddling," he observed.

"Yeah, and a lot quicker too," I observed.

"I need to cool off. I'm going swimming." Aarman stated, then added, "You coming, too?"

"Yeah."

Aarman pulled off his shirt, lowered and stepped out of his sweat pants, hesitated and then dropped his boxers as well. He stood bare assed, bathing in the warm rays of the sun. He was nude like the first time I saw him. Shrugging I, too, undressed. Not truly considering the ultimate implication, I wavered before dropping my boxers. By then Aarman had raced to the waters edge, dove into the light surf and was frolicking in the cooling water. Running as far as I could into the water, I dove and began to stroke confidently out a few yards. I didn't go too far as I had heard that the undertow here could be formidable. I turned and swam parallel to the beach for half its length and then swam back again. Turning over on my back, I allowed the gentle surf to transport me back towards the beach. My butt grazed the sandy bottom and I sat up, skulled to maintain my position and just looked around at the idyllic surroundings.

Finally, I stood up, turned and walked towards the beach. Aarman was reclining on his back, enjoying the rays of the sun. I couldn't help but notice the contrast of the golden sand with the black wavy hair of Aarman's head and the lush black bush that framed his prominent cock and balls. A relict, part visual, part sensual, flitted across my mind's eye. Quickly I glanced away.

Choosing a shaded spot I flopped down, pillowed my head on my hands and dozed off. Sometime later, I became aware of a light, feather touch on my leg . . . my thigh . . . my inner thigh. I rose from my light sleep, opened my eyes and saw Aarman kneeling next to me. He was lightly tracing his finger along that most sensitive part of my thigh.

Without hesitation I whispered, "Don't do that."

"Why?" he asked softly.

"I just don't like it," I answered.

He didn't stop, but smiled a bit and nodded towards my crotch and stated, "Seems your cock does!"

Glancing to my nether region, I saw my cock towering above my crotch and bobbing as his fingers moved up my thigh. There on that idyllic golden crescent beach, like some primordial raptor Aarman opened his mouth, swooped down and engulfed my adamantine cock in his hot, moist, sucking, oral cavern!

"Please!" I whimpered, then quickly surrendered to his luscious, nurturing mouth. The sensuous, the thrill I experienced the night before was doubled, no, tripled in the warm, bright sunlight of that beach. I watched with rapt attention, visually and sensually engrossed, as his mouth slowly pistoned up and down on my rampant, throbbing cock.

Pulling of and looking at me, "Does that feel good?" he asked.

I could not answer.

Again he dropped down on my dick and continued his luxurious suctioning.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped as I surrendered to this voluptuous action.

Slowly I closed my eyes and concentrated on the earthy, elemental sensations that were being visited on my pulsing prick. I couldn't explain the feelings I was experiencing except to say that a thousand pinpoints of light were assaulting and illuminating my base chakra and flashing throughout my whole being. It was electrical. It was wonderful!

Aarman pulled off again and maneuvered himself so that he was straddling my hips. At some point during his lascivious sucking he had deposited a dollop of saliva on his fingers and anointed his tight sphincter.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I opened my eyes.

Aarman seemed transported into another world as in deep concentration he reached behind his firm, muscular buttocks, grasped my still pulsating, carnal focused cock and directed it to his closed bud.

"What are you doing?" I asked again, more insistently.

"I'm going to fuck your beautiful cock!" and he bore down on my wildly sensitive, flaring cock head.

"NO!" I yelled, partially in disbelief, and again, "No!" as I felt my cock head pop past that sphinctered gate.

Aarman froze in position a moment or two then slowly descended my steely pole.

"Ahhhh! Gawd. No," I gasped as an incredibly awesome sensation engulfed me. I felt that tight, muscled, gate slip down the length of my shaft as an increasing lush feeling enveloped my florid cock.

Finally he sat all the way down on me. His opulent balls nestled in my moist, pubic bush and his cock arched out, semi erect. I felt him constrict his ass muscles around my imbedded cock, transmitting sweet jolts of cosmic electricity through me.

Slowly, Aarman rose up and just as slowly descended as he began the second movement of that primal dance.

At one point, he looked down into my glazed eyes and asked, "Do you like it?"

I could not answer.

More insistently he repeated, "Do you like it?"

Still, I could not answer.

I say, "Could not," because what I was experiencing sensations now as well as last night, that were totally beyond my ken. I had never considered having sex with another guy. Never been interested. Oh, sure! In high school and college I glanced at the crotches of my classmates in the showers after gym class. But, that was more idle curiosity, sort of a visual analogy, taking stock, making comparisons--Jimmy's looks like a peanut, Johnny has a medium hot dog, and the like. I never remember getting excited during these visual forays. Well, maybe one time! I remember once in college, one afternoon when I was late leaving the gym and the basketball team was coming into the locker room preparing for their afternoon practice. Evertt Hasselbach, the star center, stripped across the aisle from me. I couldn't help but become aware, actually somewhat flabbergasted at the size of his organ. He was nicknamed "Hose" and I could see why! He was

enormous--not only in length, but also in girth. I remember wondering at the time what it would look like if it was erect! Also, what girl could accommodate that enormous weapon. Of course I set the scenario upon my mind's screen, visualizing the bout and got semi hard.

I had dated too. Not a lot. But lost my virginity, so to speak, when I was eighteen, the summer before I entered college. Luckily, for me it was a pleasant experience. Diane was an `older woman.' Actually twenty, but for me that was older and besides she was experienced! That was a help. There was no fumbling as she confidently led me through the whole process my first time. I was a quick learner and the rest of that summer, I developed into a proficient lover. With Pat, my last girl friend, our relationship was torrid in the beginning as is usually the case, but things kinda fell apart towards the end.

I couldn't answer `cause it was totally beyond my ken, beyond my experiences to date.

Aarman stared at me after the second time he repeated the question, then abruptly pulled off with a POP and leered at me.

The abrupt action, the abrupt loss, the abrupt feeling of my cock ripped from its warm, moist confines, brought an involuntary, but elemental, rasping, "Yes!"

Then, a whispered, "My gawd, yes . . . I like it."

Aarman smiled and then slowly descended and the whole series of sensations repeated themselves.

Again, "Do you like it?"

"Yes," was the immediate answer, no longer a whisper.

"Does it feel good?"

"Oh! Yes!"

Soon without conscious volition I found that my hips began to thrust upwards, meeting his downward movement. I kept pace with his fucking hole. He smiled. After about fifteen minutes of this sensual sport, Aarman admitted, "My legs are tired!" And, with that he slipped off, got on his hands an knees beside me and breathed, "Fuck me Bob!"

Now I wasn't unfamiliar with the doggie' position from past experiences. But to assume the active role in this tableau . . . . "Well, in for a penny, in for a dollar," I said to myself, got on to my knees behind Aarman, brushed the sand from his flushed ass cheeks and mounted him. At first it felt . . . other worldly, alien, but then the delicious sensations seduced my mind, soon I was fucking a guys ass, in the bright sunlight on a beach in Langkawi and loving it. The speed and depth of my insertions increased til I became a pistoning, fucking machine!

My orgasm sorta slipped up behind me and slammed my being.

"ARRGGGHHHH!" I bellowed, then "ARGH! Argh! argh! Ahhhh!" as spasm after spasm convulsed my body. I rammed deeply into Aarman, shooting my cum in multiple, explosive bursts. My last powerful insertion pushed Aarman flat on his stomach and my cock buried deep in his quaking tunnel.

"Oh! My Gawd!" I stated in exhausted relief as I clung to Aarman.

"Oh, Yes," was all Aarman could utter.

A while later, I was roused from my slumber by Aarman adjusting his leg beneath me.

"Must of fallen asleep," I admitted.

"Me too," came the reply.

Slowly I lifted my hips and my cock unwillingly slipped out of that wondrous confinement.

"Ahh!" we both uttered quietly at the loss.

Rolling off Aarman I cradled my head and looked upward through the lacy canopy overhead. I tried to make sense of what had just happened. But as hard as I tried, I could not force a viable conclusion from my confused mind.

Carefully Aarman moved his hand `til his fingers touched my shoulder in the sand. No more.

"Are you all right?" He asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Was this your first time?"

"No. Last night was." I turned to Aarman and smiled, slightly.

"You're . . . a virgin?"

"Yeah," I snickered, "I WAS . . . of sorts."

We laid there silently for a time.

Then Aarman roused himself, rolled over, sat up, scratched and adjusted his balls and declared, "I need a swim!"

I watched as his sand encrusted body ambled down and into the water. I followed.

Bathing ourselves in the water, I pondered the past hour. It was hard to make any sense of it. Sure, I enjoyed his hand fondling my dick last night. For sure, I enjoyed his hot mouth sucking my cock. Fucking his ass was beyond belief. I had been transported to realms I never imagined. Watching his lips slide up and down my rigid shaft was erotic as hell. But, the sight of my cock head slipping into his puckered opening when I mounted him was beyond compare. Just thinking about it caused my soft dick to swell again.

I waded out til I was up to my waist, immersed my self and rubbed the sand off of me. Aarman moved over to me, "You alright?" he asked again.

"Yeah, I'm OK!"

Glancing down Aarman could see my swelling cock just under the surface.

"What do we have here?" he questioned with a smirk and reached for my hardening cock. I didn't move away, but let him grasp it.

"You horny again?" Aarman queried with a smirk.

"Not really."

"Hah! What's this then?" He started to fondle my by now hard cock.

I was a bit embarrassed at my solitary condition `til I looked down and saw that his cock was equally hard.

"What's this?" I asked as I reached down and grasped his stiff pole.

This was the first grown man's cock I had ever felt. I had a few early adolescent experiences with circle jerks and mutual masturbation, but no more that usual. Actually it felt kinda good in my hand. I moved my lightly clenched fist up and down his shaft and watching the foreskin slip over his opulent cock head, and slide back down. I was mesmerized!

"What are you doing?" Aarman asked with a knowing smile.

"I'm jacking you off!" I stated simply.

"Why?"

"'Cause you haven't cum yet!"

"Mmmm! Not necessary."

"I think so," I said as I continued to piston his cock with my expert fist under the water.

"Oh, yeah. Oh! Yeah! OH! YEAH!" exploded from his lips as I saw rope after rope of pearly cum shoot from his cock head under the water and snake about.

"Damn! That was nice!" Aarman admitted.

I merely smiled and felt bit surprised at my temerity . . . of my jacking off another guy.

"You've done this before!"

"Only on myself, never with another guy."

"Never?"

"Never!"

Aarman quickly reached over and kissed me on the lips. I just as quickly withdrew.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"It's OK," came my white lie.

"Let's eat." And, we waded ashore. Seeing a beautiful, unbroken, white shell, Aarman reached down, gently picked it up, inspected. "It's so beautiful!" he said and handed it to me. I carefully tucked it away before we opened our packed lunch.

We ate ravenously.

Some while later as we sat there, relaxing, Aarman asked, "Truly, was this your first time?"

"Yeah."

"You'd never been with another guy before?"

"Nope," I answered and looked up to his face and stated in a most neutral manner, "Obviously it wasn't your first time."

A half-smile crossed his face, "No."

"You been with many guys?"

"Actually, only three . . . two lasted a while."

"Mmmm."

"So how do you feel?"

"About what happened?"

"Yeah."

"Frankly, I haven't the faintest fuckin idea."

Looking at me, he questioned me quietly, "You upset?"

"No."

"Confused?"

"That's putting it mildly!" then, "Addled! Bewildered! Disconcerted! Confounded! . . . you pick the word! That's me!" We sat in silence for a while, deep in thought.

"What I can't understand is that I just met a guy a day or so ago, let him suck me off twice, fucked him once and jacked him off . . . ."

"I'm sorry Bob, I truly am."

After a moment's thought I looked up into his teary eyes, softened and said, "I'm not!"

"What do you mean?" Aarman asked softly.

"I don't know . . . Oh, Gawd, I don't know."

We just sat there long, thoughtful minutes. The tension that had been palpable, eased, dissipated.

Unwittingly, my gaze dropped to his crotch.

"What are you staring at?" Aarman asked.

Embarrassed at being caught, I stammered, "Just at your cock hairs, . . . so thick, . . . so dark."

"What are you? Some kind of pubic hair freak?"

Laughing at his lighthearted, neutralizing observation, I said, "No, It's just that my bush is a bit . . . sparse."

"Mmmm, Looks alright to me!" he smirked as he reached over, ran his fingers through my bush and fondled my cock and balls.

I didn't react, at least negatively.

Then out of pure curiosity, I looked up into his eyes and asked, "Can I feel your . . . cock . . . your uncut cock?"

"Be my guest."

Reaching down I fondled his soft cock, gently pushed the foreskin back, felt his glistening cock head and pulled the sheath back over the swelling head.

"Mmmm. I'll give you an hour to stop that!" he stated sarcastically.

Slightly embarrassed at my temerity, my audacity, I pulled my inspecting hand away. He grabbed it and replaced it on his swelling cock.

"You don't get away with that so easily, my friend!" he stated as he reached over and began to caress my dick.

In short minutes we found ourselves fondling each other's burgeoning cock.

"Lay down," Aarman stated, and I did. He manoeuvered himself `til we were head to crotch, the classic soixante-neuf position.

Almost instantaneously he sucked my cock into his mouth.

"Ahhh!" I gasped as I grabbed his hard cock and inspected its flaring head, pulling the loose skin up and then back. I sniffed that glistening head. The odor was neutral. Then I tentatively snaked my tongue out and licked the florid helmet.

"Ahhh!" he gasped.

I licked it again as he took the whole length of my cock into his mouth. I opened my mouth and encased that ruddy knob.

"Mmmm," he moaned.

Running my tongue over the satiny surface of his cock head in my mouth, I began to revel in my action. I luxuriated in the feel of that pulsing helmet. Then, taking the next step, I began to run my lips up and down his cock's shaft. I was sucking a guy's cock! I was sucking Aarman's cock! Furthermore, to my surprise, I was rather enjoying it. Truth be told, part of my enjoyment was the feel of my throbbing cock encased in his hot, moist mouth. The faster he bobbed, the faster my up and down action assumed. At one point I moved all the way down on that substantial shaft and ROCKETED off, gaging!

"Sorry," I apologised.

"Take it easy Bob, nothing to apologise for." Then he took my face in his hands and gently placed a quick kiss on my wet lips.

I did to withdraw, but got up and walked down and into the water. Aarman followed me.

"You OK, Bob?"

"Yeah . . . but, . . . so fuckin mixed up!"

Aarman took my shoulder, turned me towards him and embraced me, a nice warm hug. I drew my hands around his back and just held him. He gently kissed my neck.

"Mmmm!" That was a trigger. My neck had been and still is one of the most sensitive parts of me. I'm a sucker for a nice, flittering kiss on the neck. I dropped my mands to his firm ass cheeks, cupped them and thrust my hips forward, pinning our hard cocks together.

"Mmmm!" Aarman moaned as he insinuated a hand between us, grasped my hard cock and fondled it in the most luxurious manner.

"Ahhh!" I gasped, and then noted, "You drive me wild!"

Aarman's lips moved to mine. I did not resist. Our tongues dueled and we both groaned in desire.

"YOU drive ME wild!" he gasped, spun around with out relinquishing his hold on my cock, arched his back and backed onto my rampant dick!

"Gawd," I gasped in surprise, but not surprised enough to fail to thruct my hips forward and impale him on my cock. My thighs bracket his as I began to plunge my cock into his waiting love tunnel.

There we were, two guys standing waist deep in the gentle swells off that golden cresent beach, I was shoving my cock on and out of Aarman's tight ass, his head was thrown back in passion while hundreds of tiny ripples danced and fanned out from our fucking bodies.

Two, completely sated men paddled leisurely back to Kuah. They were not even aware when the tide pulled at their kayak, they just paddles a bit harder. Little was spoken as the two luxuriated in their memories of that golden cresent beach. When they arrived at the warf in Kuah, Bob turned and shot Aarman a most brilliant smile. It was a sign.

That night, after dinner in the room, I said, quietly, "Can we just sleep tonight? I'm exhausted."

"Oh, man I'm glad you suggested it! I haven't had such a workout in months."

We smiled, embraced each other and quickly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

We spent two more days together before we were forced to part. Each going our own, pre-planned ways. But too much had transpired during that brief time to call a halt to our discovery. This we both agreed upon in consert. I still had a couple of weeks before starting my new job in Indy. Luckily, Aarman did too. He had accepted a position as a councellor in Chicago. We were not too far apart.

I had called Turkey Run State Park and booked a cabin for a week when I found out that Aarman could come. We both arrived on Friday evening. After nearly twenty four hours of exhausting, but fulfilling sex, we went to the dining room and ate a huge dinner.

Sipping our coffee, Aarman looked at me and asked, "Are we crazy?"

"Yeah," came my smiling reply.

"Are you sorry?"

"Not in the least."

"Me either."

That night was a watershed in our relationship to that point. We returned to our room, stripped and fell into bed--two writhing, erotic men. In those days before we left Langkawi, I had learned to enjoy my oral explorations of Aarman's cock. Our couplings had been what might be characterized as `highly passionate vanilla sex.'

Playfully pinning him to the I said, "Aarman Wellington, I'm going suck your cock like it's never been sucked before!"

"Oooo! I can't wait!"

I moved down between his legs, grasped his hardening cock, pushed the foreskin all the way back and laved his glistening head with my tongue. Swirling my oral muscle around his bulbous cock head and I fondle his balls at the same time.

"Ahhh!" he groaned.

I had learned that if i open my jaw wide, I can take the whole length of the luscious, throbbing cock all the way. I bury my nose in his lush bush as i capture his cock in my throat.

"Ahhh!" he groaned again.

Slowly I begin to piston my mouth up and down his delicious shaft, luxuriating in the feeling and the sensations I know I am giving him.

"Oh, Bob, I love that!" and then he uttered, "I love you!"

Popping off his saliva lubed cock, I asked, surprised, "What did you say?"

"I love you!" he repeated.

An incredible rush ran through my being at that simple, yet pregnant declaration. Our association together can be numbered in days rather than weeks. Yet I feel the same.

"I love you Aarman Wellington," I answered simply.

He smiled. I smiled and dropped back down to that wondrous cock. Again, I too the whole length and gently slipped my spit lubed finger into his tight sphincter.

"Ahhh!"

Probing his tunnel, I sought that inner nub, that sensual button. Frenetically I sucked his cock as i gently massaged his prostate. I could feel him tighten up. I backed off of my ministrations, edging him. Then again I orally attacked his pulsing, engorged cock and fingered his ass, And, then edged him again till he was a quivering, begging mass of eroticized humanity.

"I can't stand it!" he gasped.

Quickly, I moved from between his legs, brought them together and straddled his hips. His eyes were wide in eroticized wonder.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to fuck your beautiful cock!"

"Bob! No!" then he added, "You don't have to!"

"Oh, but I want to, my love."

Earlier, I surreptitiously lubed my hole with one finger then two. Again I slipped two fingers in `til I felt comfortable. I grasped his turgid cock, brought the head to my pursed hole, rubbed it around and then sat down a bit. I could feel his florid head now pressing against my muscled bud. I applied more pressure and took a deep breath and pushed outward--I had read of that technique in the Joy of Gay Sex. Suddenly my sphinctered gate gave was and his saliva lubed knob POPPED in.

"Ahhh!" escaped from Aarman's throat.

I gasped at the invasion and pain, although the pain was not as severe as I expected. I held my position `til I was somewhat comfortable and lowered my body a little.

"Ahhh!"

The pain gave way to a stuffed sensation. I lowered some more.

Another, "Ahhh!"

And, then I sat all the way down on Aarman's hard, lurching cock. I was impaled all the way. Impaled on that fabulous love muscle.

"Ahhh!" we both moaned.

Soon I began to move cautiously up and down. The sensation was eminently delicious! I picked up speed `til I was bouncing up and down on the impaling, love muscle.

"Oh! gawd," Aarman gasped.

My leg muscles began to tire. I lifted off Aarman and rolled on my back.

"Fuck me, my love," I commanded quietly.

Aarman crawled between my legs, placed my ankles over his shoulders and gently reentered me.

"Ahhh!" I gasped at the delightful reinsertion.

He began to plunge in and out of me.

"Oh, that feels so good," I admitted. I lowered my legs to his waist, encircled it and drew him in farther.

Soon he had lost all conscious effort and was fucking me like a primal animal. I was aware of the delicious sensation his cock was creating in my spasming love tunnel. Suddenly . . . .

"ARGGHHH!" we both exploded, simultaneously.

Aarman collapsed into my arms, panting. I held him in me with my locked legs, amazed that i had cum. I had read that spontaneous orgasm was possible, but after some practice. I was lucky, indeed.

For the next month or so we met every other week. Kentland was our meeting point, half way between Chicago and Indy. It had a comfortable, reasonable motel where we met and joined together. A week after one of our meetings, I called Aarman.

"Hey, Aarman, I'm going to be in Chicago next weekend . . . A family thing. Can we meet?"

After a pause, "Geese, Bob, I have an important business commitment . . . I can't," then, "Sorry!"

"OK, No problem," I answered, then added "See you in two weeks."

"Sure."

My elder sister, Marie's daughter was getting married. Marie wasn't too happy about it as she wanted her daughter to finish college first. Luckily her fiance had his degree and a fairly good job.

I got a room at a small hotel, the Groton in western Chicago, near the church, drove up Saturday morning, showered and dressed and was at the church by 6:30 for the 7:00 ceremony. St. Agnes was a mid sized church of mixed architectural style in a middle class neighborhood. It was decorated befitting the occasion. As the organ began to play the wedding march, I turned and watched my niece process down the aisle behind three brides maids. Of course she looked lovely. What bride isn't radiant at her wedding?

She passed the pew where I was standing and I visually followed her down the aisle.

"MY GOD," I screamed to myself.

Standing at the altar railing was Aarman, Aarman Wellington bedecked in the vestments of a priest, complete with chasuble and stole and pectoral cross! FATHER Aarman Wellington! As I recognized him, he also saw me! The shock was instant, electric palpable. He swayed, fighting to retain his composure. I gripped the pew in front of me also fighting to retain my composure, my balance. The rest of the ceremony was an absolute blur.

At the recessional, I slipped in behind Marie and her husband and followed them to the narthex. There stood Aarman, Father Aarman at the end of the reception line. I shook the hands of the bride, groom and parents, but turned away at the bridesmaids and walked unsteadily towards the side door. As I opened the door I turned and looked at Aarman. He was looking at me. He was ashen, a shaken man.

Quickly I drove the few blocks to the Groton, called room service and ordered a double whiskey. I showered and changed my clothes when there was a knock on the door. I opened it. It was my drink. Unceremoniously grabbed the glass, took a large gulp of the whiskey and signed the tab. The poor room service boy was a bit shocked at my abrupt action.

Twenty minutes later there was another knock. I open the door. There stood Father Aarman Wellington in his uniform! I was stunned.

"How did you find me?"

"Your sister told me where you were staying."

"Great! Just great!"

"Can I come in?"

I stepped aside and Father Aarman Wellington entered my room.

I closed the door and lost it!

"What in God's name did you? What do you think you're doing?" I shouted. "What are you doing TO ME?"

Aarman stood in stunned silence at my outburst.

"I don't understand a fuckin thing! Who are you? What are you?" I continued verbally assaulting him. "I gave you . . . myself, . . . my being . . . . and for what? For a fuckin lie?"

You said you loved me! That was a lie!"

You made love to me! That was a lie!"

You allowed me to make love to you . . . another guy! That was a lie!"

Who the fuck are you?"

Are you some damned demon sent to torment me?" With that I collapsed in an easy chair and glowered at Aarman.

"Can I say something?" he asked in a quiet voice.

I waved my had as if grudgingly giving him permission.

Sitting in the other chair, he began, "First, I know how you must feel . . . "

"How the fuck do you know how I feel?"

"Well, I guess in the first place, you feel betrayed."

"Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out," I snorted.

"Second, I'm sure you are confused."

"That's for sure."

"Bob, the first time I saw you, laying on that beach, you were . . . like . . . a vision. You were so easy to talk to, . . . intelligent, witty and accessible. I felt an almost immediate connection. I desired you. I know that was basically a selfish emotion, but I desired you, nonetheless. The second night we were together, the night I took you in your sleep . . . I know I shouldn't have, but you were so . . . desireable. The second day . . . the second day on the beach was . . . was . . . I can only describe it as an `out-of-body' experience."

Aarman took a deep breath and continued. "You gave yourself to me . . . maybe not willingly at first, but you gave yourself to me. Being with you was not merely a hedonistic sojourn, I loved talking to you, I loved being with you. And, . . . God help me, I fell in love with you. . . . I know that sounds trite. . . . I was never a believer in `love at first sight,' but I fell totally and inexplicably in love with you. And, the thought of loosing you was too horrendous to consider. I was already in the trap, the trap of my own making. . . . What was I to do? What could I do? Somehow who I am and how I feel about you cut me in half. It was impossible. . . ."

The emotional charge in the room had reached cosmic levels. For several long minutes we sat there, each staring into the distance.

"Why didn't you introduce yourself as a priest that first time on the beach?"

"I should have . . . I should have. But, if I did, what happened between us would never have taken place. . . . Even in the pain of this present situation . . . what I know now . . . what I have experienced with you . . . I don't think I would have, or could have. I know it's selfish, but there it is.

I am a priest who unwittingly fell desperately in love with a most wonderful man. I hid that fact from him and now I'm paying the piper. . . ."

"We both are . . . " I stated quietly. Some how, my anger with Aarman dissapated, but the hurt of the betrayal still remained. I don't imagine it will ever go away.

Again, we sat there in silence . . . two men who had fallen in love sat but feet apart. Yet there was a gulf of unnumbered miles separating them.

Suddenly a primal sob broke from Aarman's throat and he fell to his knees in front of me grabbing my knees in his hands. "Oh, my God, Bob," he sobbed, "Can you ever forgive me?"

Sobs now racked my body. I cradled his head in my hands, lightly kissed his bowed head and whispered, "Of course I can . . . ."

We were frozen in time, entwined as we were like some Renaissance statue.

A deep sigh escaped from Aarman's racked body, he rocked back on his haunches, looked at me then stood up. I too stood up and cradled his face in my hands.

"But, you know this can't continue . . . ." I whispered.

He nodded in knowledge and resignation.

"I too, am selfish, Aarman . . . . I found someone I was willing to spend eternity with. But, I'm not willing to share him . . . with anything!"

"I know . . . ."

Sobbing, we embraced . . . .