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After about an hour, Lance shouted, "I am headed in, I need rest and shelter. And a hot shower or bath."
"Last one in is a dirty cock sucker," Neal laughed."
"So should I swim backwards? Is that what you're saying? Seriously, Neal, do you have any more of that smokage from the other night?"
"I could probably arrange some if we have the time."
"I got nothin' but time, too much. I also have plenty of money, even cash if need be." Saying this, he turned and plunged into the sea, stroking strongly for shore.
It wasn't much of a race. Lance was by far the stronger swimmer. Even so, Neal reached the shore only moments behind his new friend. They grabbed their shorts and raced to Neal's cottage, unmindful of the possible stares of neighbors.
Neal headed straight for the shower. "It isn't good to leave the salt water on your skin. I usually make it a point to wash it off as soon as I come in. I'll be out in a few minutes."
Lance sat in the living room and waited. He didn't want to sit his naked butt on someone else's furniture, so he wandered a bit. Finally he went to the kitchen, rolled off about ten paper towels, set them on the sofa and sat upon them.
Less than a minute later, he stood up again. A great idea had struck him. He went down the short hall toward the bathroom. He heard Neal in the shower: "Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem, cannot hold you to its heat, your temperature's too hot for tamin', yer flamin' feet are burnin' up the street. I am homeless, come and take me, into the reach of yer rattlin' drums, I gotta know babe. . .
The shower door slid abruptly open. Lance stood there, gaping. Neal ogled. Lance sang as he stepped into the shower: "If it's you my life lines trace. Hi Neal, nice meeting you here." he stepped into the fold of his partners arms, kissing his lips and reaching for the soap. "Turn around, let me wash your back," he said, grinning.
- COMMENTS
RobJasperabout 3 years agoLove it! Such a hot tender wonderful story of caring and lusty sexual exploration!
Anonymousover 10 years agoI agree with the second paragraph of FA_JF you mixed up the charaters including the one Neal had sex with all those years ago. Didn't he have the same name as Lance?
FA_JFalmost 11 years agoPerfectly paced. Sex is for us old coots too! Ain't dead yet.
Careful of who is doing what. Neal/Lance were switched a couple times and there was a Sean thrown in there. (Unless the Starbucks kid showed up when I wasn't looking. ;). )
chesthairslavealmost 11 years agoTO THE TWERP COMPLAINING ABOUT HAVING TO WAIT UNTIL THE END OF CHAPTER ONE FOR A BLOW JOB: THERE IS MORE SEX!! *** Love the natural, awkward yet caring banter between Lance and Neal early in the second chapter. You gave the widowers time to lightly discuss and not over analyze their first sexual encounter with each other. 'The two of us are actin' like a couple of school kids.' Then, 'they chatted with the ease of life long friends'. There is great beauty in the meandering flow from a singular man's desire to mutual emotional and sexual fulfillment. The bookend sex scenes were also hot; from the nighttime pre-fishing trip to the post-fishing trip lanai steak cookout. Really enjoyed the fishing trip interlude just as a bonding experience. I also thought it was a brilliant sexual metaphor of their fight for togetherness. You've given us an unabashed romantic friendship story with increasingly intense kisses.
