by J. D. Walker
He moved back and tugged on my shorts. I got with the program and pulled my cock out, which hit his chin in anticipation. Hollis was between my legs now, his mouth wet and slick on my dick as he proceeded to blow me in the most spectacular fashion.
God, he was beautiful like this, ass in the air, head bobbing, mouth tight, hot and wet, and before I knew it, I was a goner.
Seconds later, we were both in each other’s arms again, Hollis sharing our cum as we made out desperately. Our lips were sore when we finally stopped, and we lay down for a while to get a nap, arms around each other, completely content.
* * * *
It was July Fourth, so the multitude was even bigger now in the city, not just for the jazz festival, but the fireworks and other activities that would take place that day and night. We went back on the cruise and this time, I danced with my arms around Hollis, his back to my chest as I nibbled on his ear from time to time, and then spun him out and into my arms, much to his delight, and that of the friendly crowd around us.
That evening, we watched the fabulous fireworks show a little after ten o’clock. We were tired after a long day, but happy in our newfound discovery of each other and the possibilities ahead. When Hollis and I got back to the motel, we didn’t have sex, since we were exhausted and could barely keep our eyes open. Instead, we snuggled together in our shorts, on his bed this time.
“You can fuck me when we get to our final stop. I know you’ll want to, when you see it,” Hollis said, after drawing the blankets up over us.
I tucked him closer to me. “You think so, do you?”
He settled his head under my chin and stuck a leg between mine. “Definitely.”
I kissed his forehead. “I’ll hold you to that.”
We were both dead to the world in minutes and didn’t move until six the next morning, when my bladder would not be denied. The minute I came out of the bathroom, Hollis ran past me and did the same.
I chuckled to myself as I settled back down to doze some more. But I hadn’t figured on Hollis and his excitement to get going. I’d almost forgotten he liked to be on the road early in the mornings. At least he let me nap for fifteen minutes before shaking me awake. I blearily stared up at him, noting that he was already dressed and ready to go.
“I’m gonna get us breakfast, and then we’ll head out when I get back. Be ready.” He kissed my cheek and was gone in the blink of an eye. I groaned aloud, but rose and did his bidding, because it was in my best interest to do so, and he’d promised me fucking. Huge motivator right there.
Fifteen minutes later, we were headed out of town, Hollis at the wheel as he navigated traffic and traveled along U.S. Highway 26. It went up into the higher elevations, forest all around us. The view was breathtaking and it was a beautiful day, perfect for travel. We’d been extraordinarily lucky with the weather, and if I’d believed in a deity, I’d have said “thank you”. It was a good thing neither of us got car sick, either, because the sharp turns could have been nauseating.
And then it finally hit me where we were heading. Duh. Maybe he’d never seen it before. I surely never had, and that was a shame, after all the years I’d lived on this earth. As landlocked as we were in Kansas, and then all those years at Harvard, I guess Hollis had never had the time to go on a trip as grand as this one, just to get a glimpse of it.
Then half an hour later, we turned south onto the Scenic Byway, and there she was, in all her glory. The Pacific Ocean.
* * * *
Hollis seemed to be as much in awe as I was. “Gorgeous, isn’t it?” he said reverently as we drove steadily southward. “I’ve longed to see this all my life. It’s a trip I’ve always yearned to take. I wanted to know how small I would feel against the vastness of that body of water. It puts things into perspective, you know? I mean, how insignificant are we against all of that?”
I could only nod as we drove on, windows rolled down so we could sniff the ocean air. “It was certainly worth the trip,” I offered as we took one of the exits into Cannon Beach, our final stop.
He drove us to the Surfsand Resort which was just minutes away from the sand and water, as well as a monolith which I later found out was called Haystack Rock. It rose two hundred and thirty-five feet into the air and was part of a protected marine garden.
Hollis got us checked in speedily so we could have a chance to go down to the beach and just stretch our legs. “I reserved a week here, figuring that would be more than enough time to explore and just relax a bit.” He grabbed my hand as we walked along, linking our fingers. “As an added bonus, I have you here with me.” He smiled at me. “Ready to fuck me yet?”
I laughed before kissing his cheek. “Later. We have tidal pools to peruse, according to the handout we got from the front desk.”
He gave me a fake pout, but immediately brightened as we hit the beach and stepped onto the sand. “It’s a little chilly out, but it feels good, right?”
I nodded absently, taken in by the surging water before us. “Wow. This is amazing.” I pulled him to my side and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“I know. It almost brings tears to my eyes. What a gift!” We stood there, gazing outward. The beach wasn’t very crowded right then, but no doubt it would be later on. After a while, we sauntered slowly along the shore, happy in each other’s company and listening to the sounds of birds around the monolith—I saw a puffin at one point—as we soaked up the sun.
“Will we take the same route back to Kansas?” I asked once we found a rock to sit on about a mile up the coast.
“Depends. I have all the time in the world, and so do you. We could map a different route, maybe check out parts of old Route 66, or see some haunted castles, or something.”
My eyebrows raised into my hairline. “Haunted castles?” Surely, he was joking.
“Oh, yeah. The Pythian Castle in Springfield, Missouri is probably the most famous.”
“I might need some convincing.”
He laughed. “How about we wait until we’re back at the resort before I show you how much I really want to see that castle?”
“You’re on.”
* * * *
Later that night, after a sumptuous meal and glasses of wine, Hollis made good on his promise. He was very thorough, his tongue laving me all over, his fingers gentle as he touched me everywhere, finding all my sensitive spots.
The way he whispered my name after each kiss on my nipples, how he fondled my ball sac and licked the seeping tip of my dick, all this spoke of a man who seemed to treasure our time together more than I’d thought possible in such a short acquaintance. When he’d driven me so crazy I couldn’t stand it anymore, I flipped him over and tucked him under me so I could press against him, skin to skin.
“You feel so good, you know that?” I murmured, just staring at him while I held his hands on the bed and we rolled our hips together, letting the heat build.
“So do you,” he said on a sigh, eyes closing as his back arched, trying to get even closer to me. “Fucking. I need you to fuck me, John.”
I ground against him once more then moved back. I’d bought some supplies in Portland before we’d left, since I knew our joining was inevitable. I fumbled in the drawer where I’d stashed the stuff earlier and found a condom and lube.
“You want to prepare yourself, or should I?” I asked before tearing open the packet and rolling the condom down my bobbing cock.
Hollis didn’t answer, just took the lube and lifted a leg so he could plunge in and out with wet fingers that made an obscene sound. It was a huge turn on, watching him like this. His eyes were closed, and I knew he was thoroughly enjoying the sensations by the way he bit his lower lip and moaned.
I yanked his hand out and replaced the fingers with my dick. “Let me finish the job,” I murmured, and wrapped his legs around my waist so I could have a better angle.
“Do it,” Hollis ordered, and I complied.
The first thrust made the head pop through, and Hollis’s
brow furrowed a bit as he did his best to adjust. I waited until he’d relaxed, and then pushed in a little further. We did that for a few minutes until I was fully seated. Then, with his arms around my neck, I kissed him, and pulled back out, drawing a groan from my lover.
I nipped his bottom lip when I shoved back in, and the hiss that escaped him excited me. I did it again, just to hear his response, and it became my obsession, which angle to use, how fast or slow to get those lovely sounds he made.
Soon, it didn’t matter, because we were both grunting at each other, chasing a conclusion that would bring us as close as humanly possible to each other. We would become one. And when we went over the edge, it was with a shout and a whimper, the strength of our release almost as poignant as the realization of how small we were compared to the universe, and yet here we were, in each other’s arms, a love unexpected, found.
Later that night, as I lay awake with Hollis fast asleep in my arms, I listened to the sounds of the water lapping against the shore outside our window, and thought about how lucky I was to be here, to have a second chance at life, all because this special man had taken me on his personal trip of a lifetime, which had also become mine.
We would spend the rest of our stay exploring light houses, touring museums and taking cooking classes because Hollis was obsessed with food. I didn’t mind at all, because I was with him, and it made me feel good about life and myself. I saw things differently, and this unexpected journey was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I knew I’d be okay now, no matter what happened between us in the future, because he’d shared his world with me, and I was a better man for it.
* * * *
In the middle of August, I helped Hollis move to his brand-new apartment in Lawrence, Kansas right before he started his Ph.D. classes. Our trip back across the country had some interesting moments, including the ghost tour of the Pythian Castle which Hollis finally convinced me to visit. It had taken a fair number of blow jobs, not that I’m complaining. And for my birthday, Hollis surprised me with an unforgettable gift: the scrap metal art I’d admired at the festival we’d attended in Utah. He had gotten lots of hugs and kisses for that.
I began putting out feelers for teaching positions at some of the local schools and technical institutes, and the response was amazing. I eventually narrowed it down and accepted a job that would start after the New Year.
Gran, as Mrs. Lombard insisted I call her now, was pleased as punch to know her not-so-subtle matchmaking efforts had paid off. I often drove her up on weekends to visit Hollis, though nighttime was just for Hollis and me.
We hadn’t decided if he would remain in Lawrence after finishing his studies, or relocate to Salina. But either way, we were committed to each other. And that was all that mattered, in the long run.
THE END
ABOUT J.D. WALKER
J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet, with the occasional novel or novella. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, language enthusiast (German and Spanish), and lover of all things knit and crochet.
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