American Hunks

by Adam Carpenter

  Now they were headed for another reunion that fate had a hand in.

  “Matt told me the ride to the villa is only about ten minutes,” Jake said, “not sure we have time.”

  Hunter just smiled as he depressed the intercom from the back seat. “Ti-Wuan, please just drive around the Cap until I say we’re ready. Oh, you may want to play some music up front. You can let Colton know we thank him for sending the limo. We Abbott’s do like to arrive in style.”

  “Indeed, sir. Thank you, sir.”

  Jake looked at Hunter, his mouth slightly agape.

  “You’re gonna have to open a bit wider,” Hunter said.

  “But…”

  “No buts. You think this is the first time Ti-Wuan’s had to deal with this? My brother is as much of a horny bastard as I am,” he said. “Just not as big.”

  Hunter then shifted in his seat, grabbing hold of the snap of his jeans, unzipping them.

  Jake knew it was hard not to give in to Hunter’s generous endowment, and now watching it sprung to action, shooting upwards from its nest of curly, dark brown pubes, desire won out over practicality. But hadn’t that been his theme all week? Shit but Hunter’s cock was impressively thick, and quite long. Jake found himself licking his lips in anticipation.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Oh, so I get to choose,” he said.

  “Well, you got to choose where we celebrated last night.”

  Just then, Jake straddled him, his hands lifting Hunter’s T-shirt up off his torso, exposing the furry mat of hair which dominated his chest. Like his forearms, the hair was a rich dark brown and so thick he could lose his fingers beneath it, and that’s what he did right now, relishing this sexy beast’s hirsute body. Hunter unzipped Jake’s pants, pushing them down, exposing his ass and hard cock. He smiled that wicked smile again, this time reaching a strong, hairy forearm to a side compartment near the door. Out came a square-shaped foil packet, and Jake could only laugh inside the confines of the limo. These Abbott brothers, like horny boy scouts, always prepared for sex anywhere, anytime.

  Jake watched as Hunter slid the condom down over his thick shaft, securing it, dousing it then with a swipe of lube. Then he lifted his own body up, only to slide back down, his sphincter making initial contact with the tip of that engorged cock. Jake slid down further, feeling the first potent pierce of penetration; the movement of the car along the winding road helped matters. Soon Hunter’s cock was disappearing inside of him, and he could feel each inch as a rush of air escaped his lungs. But he was relaxed, because he knew he could handle it. Hadn’t he been doing just that the past few days? Hadn’t last night been the most powerful rush yet? The most meaningful fuck of his life.

  “Oh, yeah…Hunter, damn but you’re good.”

  “I thought I was bad.”

  “You are, a bad boy. But you’re a great fuck.”

  Hunter thrust his hips upward, and Jake cried out from full impact. “Ride me, Jake.”

  Ride him he did, his hips going up and down like a well-oiled machine, Hunter laying back against the rear leather seat, working his own magic with his body. Jake grabbed hold of his own cock, and he brushed it against Hunter’s the flatness of his furry stomach. He felt a warm rush all over his body, a sensation he never wanted to end. Orgasm was great, but getting reamed like this by the handsome, furry hunk, it felt like the pleasure would never end. They rode out their rolling waves of desire as the sparkling waters of the Cote d’Azur passed them by without notice. These men had eyes only for themselves; heaving bodies that craved release. Jake bounced up again, again, sliding down his big cock with the force of being drilled. His cock thickened, and he felt his balls tighten.

  “Yes…oh shit, yeah…Hunter, keep doing it, fuck me so hard…”

  Hunter again bucked his hips, his hands grabbing at Jake’s side, holding him, urging him down. Jake stared down at the sexy beast, jerking his cock with one hand while brushing the man’s lush chest carpet with the other. He pulled the fur, he grabbed it, and Hunter cried out with a huge thrust of his hips, and then he bellowed in the confines of the back of the limo, his sound bouncing around; no doubt Ti-Wuan could hear that over the music he was playing up front. Or maybe it was sound-proofed, because no music was discernable.

  His mind shot back to the moment as his cock felt heat overtake it, and he hungrily stroked the shaft, waiting for that first blast of come. Hunter begged him for his load, begging him to splash it all over his massive chest. The sight of Hunter playing with this own fur was what took him over the edge, and suddenly Jake’s cock was releasing one shot, then another, another, white streaks blasting against that dark carpet. He let out a sharp cry as one last blast hit, and then he eased back down, catching his breath while Hunter’s still hard cock remained buried inside him.

  “Oh shit, oh shit…oh wow…”

  “Yeah, that was great,” Hunter said. “I think we’ve circled Cap Ferrat a few times.”

  “I can’t believe we just did that. Don’t get me wrong, it was totally hot. But, I mean, how is it going to look when we get out of the limo and greet everyone? Matt…he’s my best friend and it’s his wedding day. We’re already late as it is, and then we go and…”

  “Fuck our brains out? Hey, he’s probably been doing that since he arrived. Why shouldn’t we join in in the festivities?”

  Jake grinned, kissing him impulsively. “Didn’t we already start them ourselves?”

  “Which is why we need to get there now and enjoy ourselves. Colton knows how to throw a great party. Wait till you see this place.”

  “Remind me again why you live in a dreary old English estate, and your brother gets a villa in the South of France?”

  “Voignier House is Patsy’s, inherited after her older husband died. You know she lets him live there because she doesn’t want to. As for Colton’s villa, he bought it with his own money. Come on, zip up. Let’s go get your friend married.” Then he shuddered and said, “What a thought. One man for the rest of your life.”

  Jake slapped him on the arm. “Gee, thanks, said the guy you just screwed.”

  Hunter leaned forward and planted a surprising kiss on his lips. “Feel better?”

  “That’s better than $20 on the night-stand.”

  Hunter laughed as he began stuffing his cock back inside his pants. Next he put the T-shirt back on. Gone suddenly was the hairy hunk with the big dick, only to be replaced by a hot devil with a killer smile. Trouble was, Jake had an overwhelming desire to go on this ride again. Hunter’s words might have stung, but it would take a while to relieve Hunter of some of his cynicism. And a while for himself from wanting this man to plow him again. Hunter knew what he was doing; Jake hoped he did too. But his sexual release had retuned his synapses to normal, and just in time, as Hunter depressed the intercom and instructed Ti-Wuan that they were ready to arrive at the villa.

  “Very good,” Ti-Wuan said.

  “Yes, it was,” Hunter said.

  Jake punched his arm, and again told him he was bad. It was a running theme. “By the way, you do know your T-shirt is getting wet?”

  “I know. But only you and I will know it’s your hot come making it like that,” Hunter said, again surprising Jake with a kiss on the lips. It had a rare, intimate feel to it, a deeper emotion than Hunter usually displayed. Had things begun to change that quickly?

  Their moment passed, and just then Jake felt the limo turn and come to a stop. He wondered if he looked disheveled, like a man who had just had sex in the back of the limo, so he brushed his hair with his fingers, wiped his mouth. A confident Hunter did nothing but step out of the limo and into the bright sun after Ti-Wuan opened the door. Jake followed, feeling the warm sun hit his skin and ready to see his friends. He hoped Matt’s wedding-day wrath didn’t come with too much drama.

  But no one was in the driveway to greet them, all sounds emanating from below the villa.

  “Come on, we’ll go around back,” Hunter said.
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br />   Hunter grabbed his hand, and Jake trailed after him as they wound their way around a giant bougainvillea, its flowers brushing up against them. Down a stone path, they rounded the last of the hill and came to a locked fence. But it had a keypad beside the door, which Hunter immediately accessed. Jake heard a click and next thing he knew he was being drawn into a wondrous world of over-hanging trees, then a sleek, tiled patio, and the glimmering waters of a large pool. Scattered about the scene were various people, nearly naked men, women, and even one child. Did they have the right house, Jake wondered, but of course they did, Hunter knew the combination of the lock.

  “Well, look who’s finally arrived.”

  Jake turned and that’s when he saw familiar faces, recognized the voice.

  He saw Matt, and he saw Freddie, and how he wanted to run and embrace them. The look on Matt’s face, and the tone in his voice, said otherwise.

  “Matt…I can explain…”

  Matt approached him, and Jake braced himself for anything. Even a good old-fashioned bitch slap. Didn’t he deserve that? But of course that’s not what happened, because Matt was Matt, sweet and gentle, a heart as bright as the sun, and so Jake found himself accepted his welcoming hug, warmth spreading between them. Jake instantly relaxed, letting out a rush of tension.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

  Freddie then joined the two of them, and he too wrapped his arms around them. They held together for a short time, none of them saying anything, Jake knowing what they were all thinking. How had an impulsive decision made one night in bar nearly two years ago brought them to this point in their lives? There was a time when they saw each other nightly, cruising the bars, laughing, and even thinking about what the future held for them, growing morose and cynical as their prospects dried up, or perhaps from the shots they indulged in. For now, they were here, and they were together, and they would celebrate not just Matt and Anton, but Freddie and Santo, and…

  Jake’s thoughts were interrupted by a new voice to the situation.

  “Hunter, you’re late.”

  The three friends broke from their own world, returning them to the moment. Jake observed a distinguished looking man standing before Hunter, instantly knowing it was Colton Abbott, the older brother and the defacto head of the Abbott family. He just had that air about him. Hunter could do no right in his eyes.

  “Hello, brother,” Hunter said, a slight grin to his face. “Where’s dear Patsy?”

  “I’m here,” Patsy said, walking over from the pool area.

  Jake hadn’t met either one of Hunter’s siblings, but he’d heard enough about them. Colton was the successful international lawyer, but right now that lawyer was in casual mode, dressed in shorts and a button-down shirt, though none of the buttons were doing their job. Colton seemed to have a nice body, Jake noting the dense chest hair peeking out. Must run in the family. Patsy was pretty if not beautiful, more stylish than anything else in her one-piece bathing suit, a man’s white dress shirt hanging over her graceful, lithe frame. He thought all this in an instant, waiting for the same embrace he had just experienced with his friends. Not so with these siblings.

  “We’ll talk later,” Colton said, “the three of us. We expected you days ago.”

  Hunter shrugged. “I received an unexpected guest. Colton, Patsy, meet Jake.”

  “And Hunter,” Jake said, “Meet Freddie, and the groom-to-be, Matt.”

  The six of them realized the rest of the guests were watching this little drama unfold, and so all recriminations where put aside, and they all shook hands and even hugged. As those greetings were completed, two more men joined them on the patio. Jake remembered Santo—how could he not—he sort of had a hot thing for Freddie’s sexy man, and he didn’t disappoint now, approaching in a tight red Speedo, his chest on display. Jake had never shied away from his love of furry chests, and Santo had a thick dark pelt to rival anyone, but what made him that much more sexy and exotic and alluring was his dark scruff and the dimples on his gorgeous face. It took all of Jake’s energy not to stare, and to think what it would be like to pick hair off his tongue while they rolled around on a bed. That’s not a good thought, Jake thought, this desire to sleep with his friend’s boyfriend. Not after he’d made the decision to seek out his own love.

  He blinked, shifting his focus then on the other man, as he stood proudly beside Matt.

  “Jake, I’d like you, finally, to meet Anton. Anton, my other best friend, and best man, Jake Westbury.”

  Jake shook his hand, felt the man squeeze it, perhaps a bit too hard. “Hey, uh, oww…Anton, it’s nice to meet you…”

  “I wasn’t sure it was you, and knew I wouldn’t be sure, not until I saw you in person,” said Anton, his words punctuated with bitterness. “You had a beard then too…and you were younger. As was I, of course. I saw pictures of you, with Matt and with Freddie, you looked different except for what I saw in your eyes. Now, I am sure.”

  Jake didn’t know what the hell this guy was talking about. And wasn’t he supposed to be French? His inflections were off, but his accent was pure American.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Jake asked, looking at Matt, then at Anton and feeling the confusion that must be visible to all who were staring at him. “Have we met before?”

  “Met before? Really, Jake? You don’t remember me? You don’t recall tossing me out of your bed the moment you got what you wanted? A quick lay, then see ya ’round.”

  Stunned silence fell over the large crowd, and Jake could feel all eyes on him. But he could not honestly say anything. Words failed him. He stood open-mouthed, staring at the stranger who had just accused him of…oh what? Having met him once, and having had a one-night stand with him? Was it a stupid drunken night, years ago? Jake had never been to Paris, so how was any of what he said possible?

  But resolving everything would have to wait.

  “You slept with my fiancé?” Matt asked, incredulously.

  Jake tried to find words again, failed again, and then watched, almost as if in slow motion, as his friend, Matthew Donovan, the groom, suddenly bolted from their group. He ran deep into the thick brush of the yard and disappeared into the world beyond it. No one went running after him. No one could move. No one could say a word, surprise played out on everyone’s faces.

  “So, does that mean there won’t be a wedding?” Hunter asked, Jake giving him a look that then silenced him. “Man, it’s warm under the collar. Anyone else need to cool down?”

  Hunter did what any bad-boy would do in a moment of awkwardness. He thought only of himself, stripping down to his briefs, and dove his near-naked self into the shimmering waters of the pool. Jake heard the echo of his splash, but even it couldn’t quiet the sound of betrayal in Matt’s voice that rang inside his head.

  “You slept with my fiancé?”

  Had he?

  Damn, he really should have kept a diary.

  Well, he thought, no more. He was done screwing strangers.

  ***

  Six men, three couples, and one secret exposed among them.

  Freddie was chosen as the one to go chasing after Matt, leaving Jake feeling frustrated and, ironically, given the accusation hurled at him, impotent. It also left him uncomfortable amidst all these guests, none of whom he knew, all of whom wore the badge of judgment. He retreated to the house, hiding inside one of the bathrooms, splashing water on his face. It was only when his phone rang and he saw Freddie’s name appear on the caller ID that he felt hope had a chance.

  “I found Matt. He’s down on the beach. He’s fine. Just…shaken a little.”

  “Should I come down?”

  “He wants to see not only you, but the others.”

  “Everyone?”

  “Not the guests, no. Just Anton. Santo. Even Hunter. Gather them up. Bring some booze, too, I think we are going to need it.”

  Fr
eddie didn’t mean it for partying purposes, Jake got that. But as he emerged back out to the patio, he signaled over to Hunter, who was spread out on the diving board, catching rays like he hadn’t a care in the world. He’d changed into swim trunks at some point, and they fit quite nicely. But a romp was the farthest thing on Jake’s mind; for once he’d had to keep it in his pants, both literally and figuratively. There were bigger stakes at play today, and they needed to get to the end game. So he gathered up a reluctant Hunter, who then went and told Santo, and then Anton, who seemed unwilling at first but acquiesced when Jake himself said, in a tone filled with regret, “Matt needs you. Needs your assurances.”

  Anton nodded. “Of course, for Matt.”

  As the four men headed out over the back patio, into the thick brush and beyond to the rocky path, it was Hunter leading the way; he knew the lay of the land the best. Jake brought up the rear, his eyes taking in the magnificent view because it was easier to do that than to think about what led them to this moment. What he saw was the most beautiful countryside, filled with rocky bluffs, gorgeous houses built upon them, all of it bathed by the hot sun that seemed to own the azure sky. But when they rounded a large rock and emerged onto a white sandy beach, his breath was nearly taken away. The towering mountains of the French Alps seemed to diminish as they stretched out toward the Mediterranean, disappearing beneath the cool surface of the salty sea. It was Jake’s first-ever trip to France, and he could see why Matt had chosen Paris as his destination city and accepted the invitation to the Cote d’Azur for his wedding. The land just sparkled with romanticism.