This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Shakespeare (Hamlet)
Thanks to Chael for assistance in editing and proofing the story. This is wholly fictional with no reference intended to persons alive or dead.
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From the previous chapter:
Zach told Alejandro to lie still. Fetching a warm, wet cloth and a towel, he cleaned Alejandro then himself. Soon he was back in bed. They spooned together and found sleep overtaking them, each wondering what the next day would bring.
Chapter 33
An early riser, Zach slipped out of bed, gently tucking the covers around Alejandro. After relieving his bathroom needs he snatched his shorts off the floor and went to the kitchen to get some water and snoop around for the makings for coffee.
When the aromas began to escape the kitchen they beckoned to Alejandro. He took care of his morning needs and made his way into the kitchen, following the sounds and smells of fresh coffee dripping in the coffee-maker. Standing in the doorway for a moment, he looked at Zach's profile as he gazed out the window -- such a masculine yet beautiful man.
Yesterday, Zach's six-foot frame and square shoulders had caught Alejandro's eye. His suit had accentuated his tall, lithe physique while hinting at the muscles that might lie beneath the elegant fabric. This morning's view was much more to Alejandro's liking.
Zach stood at a window in the dining area, leaning one arm against the window frame. His lean, muscular body was naturally sculpted.
Scratching his chest and quietly yawning, Alejandro watched the back of Zach's head as he seemed to follow the antics of a bird soundlessly chirping and jumping from limb to limb. Silently he padded across the thick carpet and stood behind Zach.
Sensing both his warmth and presence, Zach turned, met Alejandro's gaze, smiled then put his hands on Alejandro's shoulders. Alejandro slid his hands around Zach's back to his buttocks and pulled him in for a kiss.
As they nuzzled each other's neck, after the kiss, Alejandro muttered, "Ummm, that's nice." Zach pulled away and smiled.
Zach let his hands fall to Alejandro's chest and began to play in his mat of fur, making little figure eights with his middle fingers. With each pass he gently grazed the tip of Alejandro's pec nubs. He was rewarded with a low grunt of pleasure from time to time. Remembering the pleasure of Alejandro's taste, Zach eased down to his knees.
He let his nose seek out the thickening organ. He inhaled deeply, reveling in both the musky scent of the man and the slightly bitter tang of last night's cum.
"Oh yeah, Babe. That's sooooo good." Alejandro placed his hands on each side of Zach's head, offering encouragement, letting his fingers gently massage Zach's scalp, twisting his hair.
"Fuck yeah." Alejandro's eyes were closed and his head began to nod back very slowly as he let the desire begin to build. Long forgotten was the desire to stretch and sip a hot cup of San Francisco's finest.
Looking down, Alejandro could see Zach's hard member pushing against the cloth of his shorts. A wet spot on Zach's boxers showed that the increasing passion he felt was shared.
Zach's tongue was lapping the fabric covering the turgid tube in Alejandro's shorts. As the organ swelled toward hardness, the contour of Alejandro's penis was clearly visible. The spit-soaked fabric clung to the swelling flesh.
"Come here," Alejandro softly growled. He reached under Zach's pits and lifted him, so that they could embrace.
Their arms roamed restlessly across each other's backs as they pulled themselves together, grinding their hardness against each other. The battle of tongues was punctuated with bites to the lips, chins and necks. Both were careful not to leave bruises.
"Looks like I've started something here you're gonna have to help me finish," Alejandro gasped as he pushed against Zach's shoulders to look in his eyes. Alejandro saw his own lust mirrored there.
With a bit of a smirk and a raised eyebrow he challenged, "You coming with me or do I have to carry you back to bed?"
"You want to play the `Big Man'? You go right ahead!" taunted Zach.
"I'll show you Big Man'," Alejandro said as he bent over and caught Zach behind the thighs. Lifting Zach over his shoulder, he continued with a chuckle, "And when we get back in that bed I'll show you the other Big Man'."
Alejandro unceremoniously dumped Zach on the bed and hopped on top of him, straddling Zach's waist with his thighs. He leaned down, grabbing Zach's wrists. Pulling Zach's arms over his head, he leaned in for a deep kiss. Their tongues lashed each other. Alejandro released Zach's wrists and cupping his hands behind Zach's head pulled him deeper into the embrace.
They were thrusting against each other, letting their cocks do battle. Alejandro broke the kiss and sat up, astride Zach. His eyes burned into Zach's.
"I want you. Damn, I want to be inside you, pounding you, fucking you, feeling your heat." Breathlessly he looked at Zach and saw fear in Zach's eyes.
"I don't think I can handle you, Alex." Zach's voice was a pained whisper, the regret in his eyes palpable.
Alejandro tamped down the heat of his fuck-lust. He remembered his own fear and insecurity when facing other men who in other situations, by right of wrestling him and defeating him, could have easily made a claim.
Smiling sympathetically, he leaned forward and kissed Zach. "I understand. It's not a problem, but these are," he said as he reached for the elastic band of Zach's stained red shorts.
Leaning back, he scooted his knees back and pulled off the offending fabric. Rolling to his back, Alejandro lifted his legs and removed his own shorts. Regaining his position astride Zach, he wrapped his fingers around their pre-cum slick members and began to stroke them while looking deeply into Zach's eyes.
"Don't think I'm queer or anything," Alejandro said with a smirk, "but, I think you are a beautiful man. Not pretty - well maybe a little," he smiled again, "but definitely one hot-looking fucker!"
Reaching out with his free hand he captured Zach's hand and slowly lowered himself. Releasing their cocks, Alejandro grasped Zach's other hand as he laced his legs around Zach's in a grapevine hold. Barely supporting himself on his elbows, he pinned Zach down with most of his weight as he rubbed their cocks together. The next minutes were spent in deliciously slow and sensuous rubbing against each other.
As Zach's thrusting increased in speed and urgency, Alejandro rested more weight on him and slowed their pace wanting their moment to last. Zach's need grew stronger. His body lifted against Alejandro's as he drove his hard muscle against Alejandro's cock and pubes. Soon they both exploded, the blended cum covering their abs.
Alejandro let himself collapse on top of Zach's body, catching some of his weight on his elbows. He rested a moment then lifted his head and sought out Zach's mouth for a tender kiss. With gentleness and some affection they lay there for a long moment.
Finally Alejandro rolled off. Taking a finger he dragged it through the mingled cum and tasted it.
"Not bad. You want a taste?"
Zach nodded. Alejandro repeated the process feeding his friend their mixed essence.
"I don't know which I need more, a shower or a cup of coffee," Alejandro chuckled.
"I suggest a shower first," Zach said.
Showering together, they laughed and teased each other. The comfort they felt was palpable. They dressed and returned to the kitchen.
"Bet that coffee acid would melt concrete by now," Zach laughed as he poured the contents down the drain. "You want me to make another pot?"
"Oh, please!" Alejandro begged teasingly. "My caffeine withdrawal will kick in soon and you don't want to be around when that happens. You do that and I'll rummage around to find something for us to eat."
Over an egg and sausage casserole, croissants and fresh coffee, they continued to share elements of each other's lives. Alejandro was curious about Ben's dominance in the relationship he shared with Zach. Zach had only mentioned that when they had play- wrestled they had ended up in holds that provided enough friction for each to orgasm. It seemed a little strange. He dared to venture a few questions, deciding to approach the subject tangentially.
After a moment of silence, Alejandro said, "Last night and this morning were great. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable when I said I wanted to, um..."
"No I'm sorry. I took what I wanted last night. God, did I want you. You seemed completely okay with it." Zach's eyes searched Alejandro's for confirmation.
"Listen to us. What we've got here are the beginnings of a soap opera script gone bad." Zach chuckled. "I know what my stories of Ben may have sounded like but it never went beyond what I said. Not that I didn't want it to, believe me!"
Zach began to share with Alejandro more of the stories of his time with Ben.
"We started horsing around within weeks after we moved in together. After a few wrestling sessions when we both blew our loads, Ben steered clear of any conversations about gays and man sex though we both joked about being horny young studs, needing to get off. It wasn't that he had talked much about homosexuality before but I noticed that now if a topic seemed to be leading there he'd change the subject.
"We had become fast friends and that was more important than anything for both of us. I am nearly certain he guessed I had the hots for him after several months of our rough-housing and pseudo-sex but he never said anything.
"The only hint I had came after our first Christmas break. Back at college, we both were swamped with school work. His girlfriend was on an extended mini-semester trip out of the country so by the end of the month he had a bad case of blue balls. He'd steered clear of any of the play-wrestling we had enjoyed. I was confused.
"I'd missed our playful closeness but after a few feeble attempts to start something I backed off. I'd shrugged it off, thinking that the reason could be any number of things. Late in January - damn, I can close my eyes and see the whole thing again. We were arguing about which game to watch on TV. We both reached for the channel selector and began playfully trying to push each other out of the way.
"`Don't start something you can't finish, Dude,' he challenged and I looked at him with my typical bravado. I saw, too late, a change in his eyes. Already in motion to tackle him with a headlock, my momentum propelled me forward.
"We began to wrestle; it seemed just like old times. Soon though, he reversed our positions and was on top of me. His cock seemed impossibly hard - the look on his face intense. 'I shouldn't be doing this,' he said softly as if talking to himself. I didn't know what to do, but knew what I wanted.
"I said, 'Ben, it's just us.' I paused a moment, waiting, 'Its okay.' His eyes were closed. He took in a ragged, deep breath and exhaled. Slowly his smile returned. I was so relieved but still didn't know what would happen next."
"He smiled, 'So, you give? Are we going to watch the hockey game?' I could feel his dick pressing against mine. With my typical cocky attitude, I said, 'Hell no! And get off me you big lummox.' I bridged up hard and nearly dislodged him. That was all it took; the fight was on.
"It was as if we both wanted to make it last. Avoiding intentional, direct, sustained contact that would take us over the edge, we fought like tiger cubs. Rolling all over the floor, laughing, growling our threats and intent to dominate the other we continued to wrestle. Our briefs were soaked with pre cum; our dicks, hard pipes, pressed against each other."
"Finally Ben pinned me again. I could see the lust, the need for release etched on his face.
"Saying nothing to each other, we began furiously humping and grinding our bodies together. We shot our cum simultaneously and continued to writhe against each other to wring out all the pent-up need. Finally he collapsed on top of me, each of us breathing raggedly. After a moment, he rolled off, leaned his head on the palm of his hand and looked at me. It was an expression hard to read. Finally he said, 'You okay?' and smiled. Relief flooded through me. 'Never better!' I held his gaze for a moment then reminded him, 'Ben, it's just you and me. It's okay.'
"A wrinkled smile creased his face as he slightly shook his head as if coming to some resolution within himself. 'Yeah, I guess it is. Look I'm going to grab a shower. You can watch the ball game `til I get back. Then we're going to watch hockey.' With a laugh, he rolled to his feet and headed out of the room."
"We never said anything about that day but the frequency of our wrestling returned to its pre-Christmas level. He went to see his girlfriend the first weekend after she returned. When he came back, he nearly preened with pleasure. I teased him and he took it good naturedly, laughing with me that he'd nearly worn himself out."
After pausing with his head cocked to the side and a questioning look on his face, Zach said, "I guess he's a good example of someone who is truly bi-sexual. What do you think?"
They discussed briefly the possibilities. Alejandro finally said, "I don't envy him. The need and pleasure he expressed with you likely won't disappear. It may be a challenge for him the rest of his life."
Changing the subject, Alejandro suggested, "Let's get these dishes in the sink. Someone will be in later to clean and straighten. What's on your agenda for the day?"
Zach needed to make some phone calls but other than that he was free. "I can take care of that in an hour or so. Want to meet me downtown for lunch - say, one o'clock?" They agreed on the place and time. It would give Alejandro time to do a bit of sight-seeing.
Conversation was far-ranging during lunch. As dessert was served Alejandro remembered Zach's interest and questions about the rehab job done on the condo. "Zach, I'm curious. You seemed intrigued with the construction details about the condo. What was that all about?"
Zach sat back in his chair and considered how to answer the question. He wasn't sure if Alejandro would understand or even care about his motives. `Just answer the question' he thought to himself.
"I've got a small building project I'm involved in. I'm not `hands-on' as my questions might have indicated, but I do like to know what's going on and not have to depend on others to tell me everything." He waited to see Alejandro's reaction.
"Let me guess. You're getting your feet wet gradually in the development process. Planning to follow in your father's footsteps? Don't want to ride his coattails? Want to prove yourself? Am I right?" Alejandro smiled.
A flash of anger appeared on Zach's face and disappeared as quickly as it had come. He cursed himself silently for the reaction.
"Ooops, did I say something wrong?" Alejandro asked, a bit confused at the reaction. "Tell me more about this project."
"This isn't like that. Look, you'd probably be bored with the details. It's not at all like my father's projects." Zach shrugged.
"Okay, now you do have my curiosity up." Alejandro smiled encouragingly. "If I promise to let you know politely if I'm bored, will you tell me about it?"
Alejandro's interaction with architects for the San Francisco and Chicago condos had made him aware of the importance of customer/owner involvement in the planning process. It's too late for that' was a phrase he'd heard too many times as he saw changes he wanted to make. Of course, it was only a matter of money but when he looked at what it would cost to make a small change he just shook his head and thought next time I'll know'.
Zach's contagious enthusiasm had reminded Alejandro of the fun and energy of working with architects and builders in the planning stage. Watching a living space come to life, as it were -making the abstract become reality -- was a very exciting prospect. Perhaps he needed to do more of that. "Why not? If it gives me so much pleasure I need to look for opportunities like that," he thought as he listened to Zach begin his story.
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