This story is a work of complete fiction. Any resemblance of characters to real persons and reality is a coincidence. This story eventually includes descriptions of sex between adult males. If you are a minor, if this material is illegal where you live, or if this material offends you, please don't read it. Please donate to Nifty. Find the donation button on the Nifty web site to help you to pay your share of their expenses to provide these entertaining stories for you. All rights reserved.
David's Contribution: New Friends-Chapter 3
"...and you might remember the day I said you would be the world's greatest father and you said, 'Oh yeah'...," said Eric."
"Did I say that?" Randy, ass pleasantly tingling, lay flat in bed getting his breath back. He had just played baseball with Eric and contemplated the action just finished. He viewed these shut-out games with a great deal of fondness, naked in bed next to the pitcher.
"I doubt you'll get the chance to try it given the biology here. If you want a little generic gender Randy, we're going need the help of a lab that can take some genes from you and some from me and combine them. It's been done in this family when John and Jayden, of sainted memory, decided to reproduce homojeebishly."
"I'm pretty sure that isn't a word, Eric."
"You understood me, buster."
"I love it when you get all butch and tough on me, fuckster. "
"Don't change the topic, Randy. I want a baby with your eyes and skin and at least a chance of featuring your ass for future generations to enjoy."
"I think I do too."
"Are you serious?"
"I've always wanted to be a dad," Randy replied, "but I never wanted the 'conventional means' method."
"No, I devoutly hope not. Let's have Henri begin to inquire about labs," Eric answered.
"They must," Randy insisted, "produce a baseball player for us, no matter the gender."
Eric suddenly imagined angel wings flapping. He looked across the room and saw nothing save the tall, delicate, hand-crocheted Belgian lace inner curtains flapping in the breeze. He looked over at Randy; tears for joy and Andrew slipped down his cheek.
He imagined a conversation with Andrew and began to think what he might say if Andrew were there and listening.
"Andrew," Eric whispered silently in his mind, "forgive me, but I had to go on after you left. I've learned to love Randy. He's not you. He's a different man than you, but he's hot and loving. You would have fallen for this guy like I did."
"I'll introduce the two of you someday on the other side."
"I'm in this with you," said Randy, as if he had heard Eric speaking to Andrew.
"Tell Andrew the three of us need to all make love to each other someday. We already have on two levels at least. I'm pretty sure I love him too."
"He's the only other guy that had the same emotional and physical bond with you that I get to enjoy now. The three of us share that. Tell him I want to meet him on the other side one day. I want to thank him in a special way for his gift to me."
Empowered, Eric slipped to his knees and took Randy's hands in his.
"You are the most important person in my life. I love you. I love your kick-ass attitude, your intelligence, your discretion, your parts and pieces."
"I love the way you listen to me, Randy. You understand and overlook my excesses. OK, I'm rambling."
"Please marry me, Randy; please say you will."
Randy didn't skip a beat. "I will, Eric... you know I will."
Neither heard Andrew bear off and away, other trips now possible, his life on earth completed, no battles to fight, no burdens to bear.
Not so long after, Randy and Eric married in a back-yard garden ceremony on a sunny Tuesday morning in Portland, Oregon, a multitude of flowers waving in the breeze to welcome the new couple.
Eric and Randy walked down an aisle of sorts from the house in tuxedos, resplendent men at their peak, magnificent specimens of men, holding hands together. They had gotten the Boeing out of mothballs and flown a whole raft of friends and servants and employees out from Manhattan and Colorado. It took several trips.
Eduardo and Rodney obtained licenses to marry them, co-officiating as if they had been to the clergy born, their background work coming into use after all as one of the flambéed desserts flamed a little too vigorously and a tablecloth and the tent began to scorch.
The firefighter in Rodney erupted at the same time. Eduardo walked over to the server who had added a trifle much alcohol to his serving and with good nature demonstrated the correct, safer amount, information that he (as a good chef) had in both hemispheres.
The dinner and dancing continued into the late afternoon when Randy and Eric slipped away in a limousine, Portland police and security ahead and behind, escorting them to the Benson Hotel in Portland, then to Raspberry at the Hillsboro airport at 10 am the next morning after a joyous night.
Sweet Pea flew staff to Kauai the night before after the reception. Eduardo and Rodney enjoyed their own trip. Randy's wedding present to Eric (other than his luscious body) was an autographed baseball with Babe Ruth's signature and his teammates from an important game in Boston. Babe had been on the mound for the Red Sox at the time before he played for the Yankees.
Eric's wedding present for Randy was a compound high in the hills of Kauai with its own heliport and a Schuyler helicopter always ready with pilot and crew. The house contained 5 large bedrooms, a gourmet kitchen, an Olympic size pool, and hiking trails to the mountain above. Security gates below the compound were manned.
The house, built in an open style to allow the fresh oxygen-rich air on the garden isle to freely flow in and out, had a giant central courtyard. Plumeria, gardenias, frangipani, hibiscus, jasmine, bird of paradise, naupaka, ohia lehua, and pikake among many others grew in and around the house. Different varieties of banana species grew on 8 acres above the house.
Eric and Henri worked to acquire the property and landscaped it without Randy's knowledge, so the surprise was complete when at landing after the trip from Hillsboro at Lihue, they jumped into a maroon Lamborghini convertible with black security Suburban vans in front and behind, drove through the hills and then up through the afternoon light after the 5 hour flight in warm tropical air, higher, higher still...sweeping through the security gates to arrive in the vast front courtyard.
"This is my wedding gift to you, dear heart. This property is yours. I hope you will make it our home here in Hawaii, a place to escape together when Portland gets too wet for too long."
Randy didn't cry or burst into tears. He took Eric's hand and led him to the pool. The men shed their clothes and plunged into the warm water, coming together after swimming a few laps, splashing each other like kids, then embracing at the side, skin to skin, practiced a little sword-play under the water, then climbed out to sleep a few more hours in their king-sized bed with only a sheet covering them, warm breeze and muted light then quiet darkness... through the gauzy light yellow linen curtains.
They woke then at 10 am and wandered out of bed to the shower. One thing did lead to another. Eric's cock bounced like a teenager and Randy noticed. Randy knelt and took his favorite lollipop, the one that didn't get smaller when he sucked it.
He finally turned his small, world-class butt to Eric, hugging the wall under the warm rain setting of the shower head.
"Please."
Eric applied lube to both of them, turned the shower off, and without a condom Eric slid his cock into his lover's ass. After getting the signal from Randy to proceed, he began to thrust... the oldest dance in the world.
Veni, vidi, vici. 'We came, we saw, we conquered'. They washed each other's backs, slow, sensual, taking their time, then rinsed and dried. Still naked, they walked to the kitchen where the cook had already worked for a few hours making brunch.
The menu included fresh-squeezed orange juice, fresh pineapple, papaya, mango slices, croissants with chocolate, Kona coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a breakfast casserole made from eggs and potatoes with a mango chutney.
"Well," Randy teased, "that's the first thing I'm going to change. That cook is fired. Imagine feeding such fine food to rascals like us. Just kidding. That was fabulous and we deserved it...at least I deserved it and you might have too after all that fucking this morning."
They ignored the footman trying to keep a straight face in the corner.
Stuffed, the men put on shorts and sprayed sunscreen on and walked up to the banana trees to speak with the chief gardener.
"I could get used to this, Eric."
"Please do, lover. Glad you like it. I sure do."
"Our kids are going to need a home base so they can say, "I'm from..." and they'll need friends to grow up with and go to school with in one place, not a bunch of places." Randy was firm about this.
"Yeah," said Eric, "I don't want to send our kids across some ocean to another continent to a boarding school. I want to father my kids with you in one place, visiting everywhere and traveling, of course, but I want our kids to be normal and not feel privileged."
"They will be just that through no fault of their own, but I don't want them to be spoiled in the sense that they don't feel their responsibilities and know their ties to others, their duties to serve others... a life of service to others is the only useful life."
"Take Andrew Carnegie and his gifts of libraries. I think our art efforts, providing art to the world to study and enjoy, as similar to Carnegie's work in some ways."
"Remember that guy from history class in school? The steel magnate, rich beyond belief for his day? There's a Carnegie library in a lot of small towns in America. He gave away a lot of money to build them and America became a better place for it."
They were interrupted by their security guy, listening intently to his earpiece. "Get down! Gun!" A burst of popping noises reached Eric's ears as he dragged Randy to the ground and threw himself over his husband. A couple of security guards began to fire automatic weapons from a prone position at a banana tree up the hill and a spray of green followed by a camouflage-clad body burst into the air.
Eric and Randy hugged the ground holding hands behind a large banyan trunk until a phalanx of security guards escorted them back to the house and into a safe room they hadn't known about. A half hour later, police entered the house and then the safe room.
"We know the attacker. He was a known home invader, a squatter, and may have resented not having a place to camp out any longer. We've been looking for him and your guys found him. Saved us a bunch of paperwork."
The police sergeant looked at the two men. "I heard you guys bought this place and you're here on your honeymoon. I'm sorry for the scare. We try not to welcome people to the island like this. It's a first and hopefully last such event for me, at least. You two deserved better."
"Many of us know your story. I guess it's a statistical sure thing that a few of us on the force here in Kauai are gay. When we heard you had bought this place, the romance gene of some of us pinged."
"How neat it was. We thought that happiness had slipped on to one of Cupid's arrows for two men...and none of us wanted the shine to be polished off of that thought."
"Your chief gardener was a casualty of the violence. The attacker apparently slipped up behind him and used a sharp instrument to end his life. I'm so sorry that happened. If the attacker wasn't dead, he'd be facing serious charges now."
"My name is Sergeant Andrew Lin and I would like to speak with you both when the numbness wears off of this horrible day for you.
Neither of you is in trouble, no, but I'm wondering if there isn't something you can do to help us develop systems that can prevent future trauma and loss to others through the criminal justice system."
Eric looked at Randy and they nodded. "Could you come back in a week?"
"Sure."
"OK. Henri is our appointments guy. If you give him an idea about your schedule next week, he can make our schedules work and we can talk. Thank you for coming today." Sergeant Lin's face relaxed into a smile.
"Look forward to it, Eric...Randy."
An emergency of some kind delayed the meeting a week. Sergeant Lin and his team had been called to Honolulu for state meetings and Henri relayed the delay to Eric. The following week, the schedules matched up and Andrew Lin arrived on time with his work partner, Bryan Chan. Andrew introduced Bryan as his life partner as well.
The two couldn't have been more unlikely. Andrew was tall and burley, muscled beyond belief. He had dark hair, dark eyes and an aggressive extroverted attitude, frequently taking the lead in conversation, smiling and talking freely, laughing out loud at times.
Bryan, on the other hand, was shorter, trim, bookish, wildly handsome, masculine, light brown hair with gold streaks burnished in, brown eyes, fine features, a bit on the shy side, a good listener with an ass that Eric thought rivaled, read approached, Randy's world-class butt.
Rounded, not flat, Bryan's ass revealed itself nicely in his snug pants as a true bubble... Eric felt a little guilty just looking, but not guilty enough not to take a second look until Randy punched him in the upper arm and gave Eric a mock frown with slitted eyes and a grin.
"Thank you for seeing us today. A couple of weeks ago, you escaped injury here and a thought occurred to me. I'm interested in physics, you see, and I'm also a YouTube fan. There are some fantastic sites with consistently good lecturers that focus on one aspect of physics called quantum physics."
"Veritasium, The Royal Institution (RI), Domain of Science...all of these and more have some fantastic videos on quantum mechanics, the new understanding of what everything is made of and how everything works in the universe. It is currently the best theory describing these matters."
"I'm coming to a point...this can be boring at first, sorry."
"Go ahead, Andrew, we're just on our honeymoon and eager to get to bed right away."
"Stop, Eric!" Randy's face turned red as he punched him in the arm again, this time with a little more knuckle. Randy turned to Andrew and Bryan. "You can't take him out anymore. A little sex and that's suddenly all he can think about."
"Hold that thought," said Bryan. Eric and Randy glanced over to him and grinned.
Andrew went on. "I'm watching videos on the theory and construction of something called a quantum computer, something that is totally different in every way from the kind of computer that we all have in our laptops or iPad or desktop, even different from mainframe computers."
Bryan told them that a quantum computer could store the names, history and location through ankle bracelets and implants of every criminal in the country and quickly find them in a local region. If they had an implant as well, it could keep a GPS location where they were and report if the implant were surgically removed.
Andrew added that a system and the cost of its maintenance and personnel to run the system might easily exceed a billion dollars, but cautioned that the quantum computer had its own problems, including an overhead error-correcting burden that regular computers didn't have.
"A quantum computer is the only kind that could put all of that data into real-time fast access memory for immediate retrieval in a very short time. A classical computer would take weeks to do the job even if it was large enough to have all the random access (fast) memory," said Andrew.
"Someone needs to change the speed of development of these computers and that takes support...money, power, influence in Congress included."
Eric thanked Andrew and Bryan for the presentation and requested more detailed information. He promised to study quantum computing and get back to them in a timely way.
"I have wanted to provide jobs for gay Americans who are living at the edge of poverty in their later years, not just seniors, but those older than thirty-five, an age considered by many of the twenty-somethings to be over the hill."
"If I could marry those two projects, support for development of quantum computing and maintenance and tasking by trained men and women...trained to operate the system and interface with our criminal justice system...I'd fund it today."
Randy grinned at Eric. Eric nodded. "Can you guys stay to lunch and a swim, perhaps a hike or something fun?"
"Thought you'd never ask." Andrew took little time with his response. This time it was Bryan who turned red, but Randy noted that both of their visitor's cock's twitched.
Randy suggested that they play before lunch in the same sandbox. Seeing smiles on the other men's face, he led the way to the pool where four naked men soon cavorted in the sparkling blue water where the two dominant men got to see their swimmer body partners with their world-class slippery asses parting the waves like otters.
It seemed as if Randy and Bryan were advertising their assets to the larger, dominant men in the pool. One would have guessed they both knew they were about to get their sweet little butts worked over.
They didn't have to say anything. The sight of them brought Andrew and Eric to a near frenzy of lust. Andrew and Eric didn't bother to hide their erections.
After toweling dry, the men headed for the bedroom and the top sheet and blankets and comforter were drawn back leaving the silky bottom sheet; the cool scented breezes flowed in over the still naked men who formed a mass of muscle and glistening skin.
"We're both on PREP," said Andrew, "and our tests are negative. Let's use the condoms anyway if nothing other than to not pass HPV or some other virus around. I never particularly wanted to get cancer of my cock or anus (and certainly not my esophagus). I can't think of a worse way to go."
Eric looked at Andrew, eyebrows raised and a smile on his face. "Let's switch partners and have some fun."
"I'm up for that if you guys are," Andrew echoed.
Randy grinned at Eric once more, making a 'fuck him' motion with his right hand. Bryan kissed Andrew, then Bryan, then turned to Eric, tilted his handsome face up to Eric, and stepped close to him as if to offer himself.
Eric turned Bryan over to his stomach while Randy put a condom on Eric's cock and applied lube to Bryan's ass. Eric reached below Bryan and grasped Bryan's cock and balls. He began to rub his own cock in Bryan's crack after Randy lubed Eric's cock enough to allow Eric to force his cock full-depth, hard, into Bryan.
Bryan moaned loudly and inhaled sharply. Eric's cock wasn't quite as long as Andrew's, but its girth was on the order of a coke can tapered from the tip. Bryan felt the stretching and loved it.
Eric paused for a moment, then felt Bryan's sphincter quiver a little around Eric's cock and relax a little suddenly. Eric then began thrusting in and out.
Andrew fingered Randy for a bit, then plunged his thick cock into Randy's ass, ferociously hammering until they both came hard, screaming each other's name followed a moment later by Eric and Bryan's yells of triumph and passion as they came.
Eric shot hard straight up into the condom while kissing Randy, his throbbing cock deeply embedded in Bryan's cute ass.
The men broke up laughing and talking. They headed for the pool to rinse and then traipsed naked to the kitchen where a light lunch was served by a footman, all eyes and alert.
Andrew and Bryan split after lunch, thanking Eric and Randy for playtime. They agreed to visit again if invited whenever they could carve out a time from their work schedule.
A week later Henri called Bryan at the police station in Lihue and left a message asking him to call back. Bryan came back from lunch to find the message from the desk sergeant and promptly called back.
"Hi, this is Bryan returning your telephone call."
"Hi back, Henri here at the Lodge-Miller house. Eric and Randy were hoping you could do a repeat visit soon. Are you free in the next couple of weeks?"
"We both have next Monday off and I, for one, would love to accept for Andrew and me. What time should we arrive?"
"Would noon be OK for you guys?" said Henri.
"We'll be there."
"Oh, and before I forget, Bryan, Eric wondered if you had other compatible guys on the force that play well with others that might like to come with you guys."
"Uh, yeah, there's another couple on the force in Lihue that we've, uh, well..."
"Bring them along. Eric and Randy really enjoyed your visit and want to get acquainted in the community, especially if they swim and eat and play well in the sandbox, if you get my drift."
"Sure thing. I look forward to Monday at noon. Thank you for the invitation, Henri."
"Enjoy the rest of your day, Bryan."
Henri had enjoyed the conversation. Bryan was a sweet, intelligent man whose musical tenor voice and a light Carolina accent made parts of him feel good. He'd ask Eric and Randy if the secretary could get invited to this party.
The secretary could and did.
A limousine pulled up to the house about 10 am on Monday. The footman knocked on Henri's door and told him that a car was out front, surprising Henri.
"I told those guys the lunch was at noon. We aren't ready for them."
The footman grinned and replied, "I don't think this car has those guys in it. You might want to meet this one yourself."
Henri, puzzled, went out front just in time to see Pierre getting out of the limousine below. "Sacré bleu!"
He ran down the sidewalk past some tropical flowers to the tall doors of the compound and threw himself into Pierre's arms. Their reunion was sweet and powerful.
"Where... ? How.... ?"
"Eric called and flew me over early this morning. When he phoned, I told him I would accept his kind invitation, naturellement, especially when he offered the inducement of lunch and a swim among tropical flowers."
"He did mention, en aparté, that you would be at some kind of play-time after the swim and that sounded très interessant to me in an offhand kind of way."
Henri looked at him in mock disbelief, one eyebrow raised, a half-smile playing along a corner of his mouth. "Is it possible that you wanted to see me naked, Pierre?"
"Mais non. It is the farthest thing from my mind. I did want to check on your health, however and say hello to you. We do have some history to talk about if boredom sets in and we find ourselves wondering how to solve the ennui."
"I can see right through you, Pierre. You came to make certain that I am still your man and hopefully to fuck me silly. I must tell you that I am not yet a pushover; on the other hand, one should not reject a little frivolous fun when the opportunity presents itself. If you play your cards right, amazing things could happen."
Four policeman arrived at noon. None were in uniform. Andrew and Bryan had invited their friends Cole and Donnie. Both Cole and Donnie were thirty-somethings, fit, regular guys, OK looks but not movie-star handsome, masculine, both about 5'10", matching green eyes and light brown hair. They both had powerful chests and arms, big thighs and well-developed calf muscles. Cole was a little shy, Donnie not so much. Both were friendly and social.
Randy introduced them to Henri and Pierre. The footman announced lunch and they trooped into the dining room to a buffet. Eric told them they would eat out on the back deck in the shade around the pool. The cook had gone all out to please them. Turkey, chicken and ham sliders, potato salad, macadamia nut encrusted mahi-mahi, lobster ravioli, carrot and raisin salad, twice-baked potatoes, tequila jello shots... on and on the list went until the green tea frozen custard finished the meal.
"Hey boys, let's swim. Last guy with clothes on gets dunked!"
Eight naked men tumbled or dived into the pool and either swam laps or started to fool around. The predominant game was grab-ass, but a brief session of water volleyball got started until the ball jokes had them all but unable to continue.
Additional footmen had been brought in to bring out the thick, plush mats for playtime. The men climbed out of the pool as a group, erections varying, but all cocks were showing signs of excitement by then. The footmen brought spray sunscreen SPF 30 and two footmen sprayed each guest front, back, and sideways.
A crate of lube and condoms was discreetly brought out and distributed by the mats. A stack of clean towels finished the preparation and the footmen went into the house.
The following two hours were remarkable. The orgy displayed the energy from lunch, the decreased inhibition from the tequila, and the circulation boost from the swim exercises. A lot of exploration and multiple partner switches at random were seen and enjoyed. Cole's cock was by far the largest in length and girth according to Henri, Randy, Donnie, and Bryan... all of whom had reason to know this from personal experience by the end of the session.
Randy was of the opinion that Eric wielded his cock best, but Henri thought the same of Pierre who had taken his ass with Gallic precision. Donnie enjoyed Cole's equipment daily and was unprepared to comment, although he thought Andrew was an extraordinary fucker.
They all had a wonderful time, all came, all had fucked who they wanted to or had been fucked.
They jumped in the pool where all the partners spent some make-out time before hopping back out. Randy told Eric the day was great entertainment, but not to get used to fucking anybody else but him on a regular basis and never without him present. Eric grinned. "Back at ya."
That night Henri asked Pierre if there was a possibility he might be able to come live at the compound when the family was there and in Portland too. Pierre replied, "If I am invited by Eric and Randy... and if there is useful work for me to do, perhaps as an assistant to you, I would give up anything else in this world."
"I know that you go home sometimes to make sure France is still France and to see family. If you would take me along and if you would consent to love me as I love you and be my partner in life and work... "
Pierre told Henri that he had thought of nothing else since they last met. Henri told Pierre of his longing to be with him every day and every night for the rest of their lives. "Pierre, will you marry me please? I want to make love with you and show you my affection as long as I live."
Secretary Henri made damn sure that Pierre's job description and application was on Eric's desk the next day. Eric called Randy in and they both signed the application approval with delight.
"Tell you what, Henri, we're so excited for you we're going to start by waiving our 'right' to the 'droits de seigneur'"
Henri's eyes rolled. He was used to this banter now. Secretly, that prospect might have been fun to watch, he thought, then quickly felt a fleeting sense of shame or guilt or anxiety even entertaining the thought. There were limits after all. He thanked them for the waiver.
"I'm not sure who appreciates the waiver more, Pierre or myself."
"I will ask Pierre where he wants to marry. Same-sex marriage became legal in France in May 2013. He may wish to marry in Paris where our families may attend with greater ease. Will you and Randy attend if we can wangle an invitation for you?"
"And as germane, will there be an opportunity to take time for a honeymoon for a short while?"
Eric told him that their first gift to him would be a two-week honeymoon along with the use of Sweet Pea and crew all expenses paid for travel anywhere on the globe except for countries the pilots refused to enter for safety reasons.
"Our second gift is a trust in the amount of 35 million USD with the usual terms. The annual 10% increase in the form of dividends and increased equity value should amount to perhaps 3.5 million USD income to you each year. I will deposit an additional 1 million USD amount as a wedding gift. Talk to me later about where to wire those funds."
"Last, not least, your annual salary review is due next month and I expect you may be surprised and delighted with the result."
They both embraced Henri and kissed him on both cheeks, then on the lips briefly, trying to stay professional.
Henri entered Pierre's room, tears in his eyes. "What happened to you?" demanded Pierre.
"They are tears of happiness, Pierre. You will learn that I do this sometimes, at the worst of times, even in the middle of a chick flick movie sometimes. My tear ducts must have some kind of irritation or something. Here is the best news that we could expect!"