by J. M. Snyder
“I want you so bad,” Emory moaned as he pumped against Cam.
Cam’s response was to kiss Emory with a ferocity born of unleashed passion and desire; to let Emory know just how much the man was coming to mean to him. He longed to speak the words, but still the declaration wouldn’t pass his lips.
They broke the kiss. Cam buried his face against Emory’s neck as he came with a deep groan of pleasure. Emory increased the speed of his thrusts and in a few seconds his cum joined Cam’s, trapped between their bodies.
They lay there for a long while, just holding each other. Cam wondered what Emory was thinking, feeling. Was he struggling, just as Cam was, struggling to affirm his feelings for Cam? Should Cam lead the way and make the first move? Cam couldn’t decide. His tendency to fall too fast and commit too quickly held him back. He had time. There was tomorrow. He would see what that day would bring. For now he would be content to hold Emory, to run his hands over the man’s wonderful body, and kiss the lips that seemed to want to proclaim love as much as Cam did. The waves gently rocked the raft, while the loons’ love calls echoed over the water, announcing what neither of the men seemed to be able to declare.
“We better get back,” Emory said finally.
They stood up, enfolded each other in an embrace, and kissed.
Standing on the edge of the raft, Cam asked, “Another race?”
“Not on your life, Mr. Phelps,” Emory responded and pushed Cam into the water. Laughing, Emory dove in after him, and the two leisurely swam to the shore.
Once on the beach, they retrieved their towels from the dock and Emory turned off the raft lights. In the semi-darkness which engulfed them they dried one another, their actions punctuated with more kisses and caresses. They eventually made their way to the house where they were greeted by Mr. Magee.
After taking the dog for a short walk, the men went to the shower of the work-out room. There Cam lived out his fantasies from earlier in the day when Emory had taken him on the house tour.
They didn’t bother to dress after the shower. Emory made popcorn and the pair, joined by the basset hound, reclined on one of the couches in front of the TV with a couple of beers to watch the late news.
Cam leaned against Emory, who draped an arm around Cam’s shoulders, the bowl of popcorn resting on Emory’s lap. Mr. Magee was curled up next to Emory with his head resting on the man’s thigh.
This is too good to be true, Cam thought contentedly as he sipped his beer. I hope I’m not making a mistake and letting my emotions get me in trouble again.
But it felt so right, and Emory was so different from his previous lovers, that Cam put those thoughts out of his head.
After the perky meteorologist told them that despite a good chance of thunderstorms overnight, they still were in for more of the same hot weather for the rest of the weekend at least, Emory switched off the TV. He turned to Cam, kissing him on the forehead.
“Time for bed,” he said quietly.
The statement was not lost on Cam’s cock, already semi-hard from Cam leaning against Emory and lightly running his hands through the mat of hair on Emory’s chest.
“Does our boy need to go out again tonight?” Emory asked, rubbing the top of Mr. Magee’s head.
Our boy! Cam smiled at the reference to the hound. Did that mean that Emory was thinking what Cam was hoping for? That there was something more to this than just a weekend affair? Cam’s feelings for Emory, and hopes for what could be, were dialed up another notch.
“I think he’s good for the night,” Cam said, looking at the pooch, who was still happily dozing on Emory’s leg.
“Is it all right if he sleeps with us?” Emory asked.
“Oh? You were planning on us sleeping together?”
Emory looked surprised, then laughed. “You cheeky devil!” he said, putting the empty popcorn bowl on the floor, rolling on top of Cam, and kissing him.
The action dislodged Mr. Magee, whose droopy eyes and wrinkled forehead registered displeasure at being summarily dumped off Emory’s lap.
The three made their way upstairs to the same bedroom where Cam and Emory had made love that morning. To Cam it seemed like a lifetime ago. So much had happened between that time and now.
Cam and Emory finished preparations for the night. When they came out of the bathroom they found Mr. Magee patiently waiting at the foot of the bed.
“Too tall for those short legs, eh?” Emory asked.
Mr. Magee wagged his tail.
As Cam watched, his heart filling with warm feelings, Emory went to the hound, lifted him, and gently deposited him at the foot of the bed.
Mr. Magee gave Emory a grateful face washing as the man bent to pet him. The dog then circled three times, and, with a contented sigh, lay down.
Emory pulled back the spread and comforter, then crawled under the sheet. He lifted it and asked, “Coming?”
Cam still stood looking at the scene before him, just taking it in. How could this be a mistake? Yet, was he, once more, jumping the gun, opening his heart too soon? Was he reading too much into Emory’s words and actions? However, Cam was feeling too happy at the moment to dwell on those questions. He reminded himself he had tomorrow to let it all sort itself out.
Cam walked to where Mr. Magee lay, already softly snoring. Cam gave the dog a ruffing and kissed his head. “Thanks,” he whispered, feeling that the dog’s unconditional acceptance of Emory was a sign Cam was on the right track.
Cam got into bed. Emory took him into his arms. “I turned the A/C down as low as it will go. I want to make sure it’s cool enough in here so that I can hold you all night long.”
Cam sighed, and closed his eyes as Emory kissed him. “Good night,” Emory said.
“Good night,” Cam replied. I love you, he added to himself.
Sometime later Cam opened his eyes. He could hear the rumble of thunder. Rain pattered on the windows. Cam raised his head, concerned, as .Mr. Magee was often distressed by thunder. However, the hound was still peacefully sleeping where Emory had put him earlier that night. Cam smiled, bent, and kissed the top of Emory’s head which was resting on Cam’s chest. He snuggled against Emory and drifted back to sleep listening to the rain, content and happy.
* * * *
The early morning sun shone palely through the window. Sometime during the night Emory had turned away from him but was still spooned tightly against him.
Cam was hard. Taking a deep breath, he pressed his face against Emory’s neck and ran his cock up and down Emory’s ass crack. Finding the hole, he pressed lightly against it.
“Lotion’s on the nightstand,” Emory said in a sleepy voice.
Cam chuckled. “You think ahead don’t you?”
Emory’s response was to wiggle his ass against Cam’s dick.
Reaching over his shoulder, Cam retrieved the bottle and squirted the lotion onto his hand. Cam coated his cock then worked the rest into Emory.
“If we keep this up, we’ll need to get us some real lube. This stuff’s fine for jacking off but…well you know,” Emory said as if embarrassed when he realized what he was saying.
“Don’t care what we use, as long as I can be inside you,” Cam said as he slipped into Emory’s chute, rejoicing in the implication of Emory’s statement of needing real lubrication if they were to be together like this more often.
“Mmm,” Emory moaned. “What a nice way to say good morning.”
Cam was tempted to add, “I’d like to say it this way every morning.” But instead just kissed the back of Emory’s neck.
Cam took hold of Emory’s cock. Emory began to thrust, pushing his cock into Cam’s hand, and Cam’s dick into his ass as Emory flexed and relaxed his buttocks.
With every thrust Cam imagined he and Emory becoming more and more one. Each wave of pleasure heightened Cam’s emotions. His heart longed to cry out his growing love for the man. His head, with its memories of Danny and Mickey, held him back.
Finally the euphoria o
f sexual excitement obscured the dueling machinations of his heart and his head. Cam exploded, pumping his cum into Emory, with waves of physical pleasure and unspoken declarations of unending love.
Emory followed soon after, covering Cam’s hand with his semen. “Oh, God! God! Cam I…Cam! Cam!”
Cam raised his hand to his lips, taking in Emory’s cum, relishing knowing each of them was now filled with the essence of the other’s being. They lay there for some time, just riding the wave of afterglow.
As Cam began to doze off, he felt heavy paws lumbering up the bed. Mr. Magee was awake and pushing himself in between the two men. Emory turned over. They made room for the hound. Mr. Magee’s tail thumped the bed as he offered his good morning doggy kisses to each man in turn.
“We had some thunder last night,” Cam said as the two men stroked Mr. Magee. “He usually gets freaked out but last night he slept right through it.”
“Well, that’s cuz he knows he’s safe with ole Emory. That right Magee?” Emory said as he nuzzled the hound’s long ears.
The dog licked Emory’s nose.
Cam felt a surge of warmth. Safe with Emory. The thought resonated well.
As the three lay cuddled together, Cam recalled how Danny would never have allowed this kind of intimacy between man and dog, calling Mr. Magee a filthy mutt that belonged outside in a doghouse. Danny’s only concession regarding the dog was to allow him in the house, and even then Danny never let Cam forget what a magnanimous gesture that was. Cam looked at Emory, who was still stroking the hound’s long ears and talking baby-talk to him.
Cam smiled.
Emory glanced at him. “What?”
“Nothing. Just thinking how nice it is to be here.”
“Well, we kinda wike it dat you here, too, don’t we, Magee?” Emory said, still speaking to the dog as if he were a small child.
For Cam, it was another sign that Emory was the real deal and that falling in love with him would not end as it had before.
* * * *
Following their quick morning shower, Emory made breakfast while Cam took Mr. Magee out and then fed him.
“Did it feel as hot out there as yesterday?” Emory asked when they sat down to eat.
“Yeah. If anything hotter,” Cam answered. “The rain last night didn’t seem to help at all.”
“Well, I guess it’s either stay in the A/C and find something to keep us busy,” Emory said as he winked, “or we can spend some time on the lake. I did promise you we could use the cruiser and water ski.”
“Hmm, tough choice.” Cam returned Emory’s wink. “We’ve got all day. Maybe we could do both.”
“I’ve got to do some work finishing up the project I’ve been working on. We present it to the client tomorrow.”
“On a holiday?” Cam asked.
“Yeah, these workaholic types don’t know to take a day off. To them time is money. You and Magee can hang out and watch TV or a movie in the theater. It should only take an hour or so and then…” Emory waggled his eyebrows.
“I don’t know if I can hold out that long,” Cam teased.
Emory walked over to Cam, cupped his crotch, and kissed him. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder and the cock harder.”
It was the first time Emory had ever made any reference to his heart. And while it was just an old cliché, it made Cam’s heart sing.
They did the dishes together. Cam relished the fact that Emory had allowed him to help this time. Did that signal that Cam was now more than just a mere guest? When they finished, they went down to the lower level rec room. Cam and Mr. Magee got comfortable on the couch and Emory went into his office.
Sometime later Cam was startled when he heard a raised voice coming from the room. He looked at Mr. Magee, who’d sat up and looked toward the doorway. It then escalated to shouting. Cam trembled. How often had he endured Danny’s angry outbursts?
The volume of the overheard conversation lowered. In a few minutes Emory entered the room. “Sorry you had to hear that. A couple of the younger architects on the team decided to not follow instructions and sluff off. It put the project in jeopardy. I hated to have to get heavy handed, but you have to bow to the clients’ wishes. Holiday or no holiday, the project comes first.”
Cam tried to let go of the feelings that Emory’s outburst had produced. After all, Emory hadn’t come back into the room ranting and raving against the men as his old boyfriend would have done. He did what any boss would do to make sure the work was completed, Cam reasoned. Still, the memories of Danny which Emory’s outburst had evoked made Cam uneasy. Cam tried to remember what his counselor had told him about dealing with such situations.
Emory sat down on the couch. Mr. Magee clambered up on his lap and licked his face. Emory stroked him.
“Ah, you have the power to soothe the savage beast,” Emory told the hound.
Danny would never have done that, let it go that quickly. He’d have yelled at Magee and me, blaming us if he was angry about something. Emory’s not Danny, Cam thought, trying to calm himself.
Emory turned to Cam. “Now what should we do with the rest of today? I’ve got a bit more work to do since the junior partners didn’t follow instructions, but I need a break.”
The answer to that question began with a make out session on the couch which culminated in Emory slipping to the floor between Cam’s legs and getting him off with a blowjob. A walk around the peninsula followed, with Mr. Magee enjoying all the new scents unique to the area. The walk was cut short, however, due to the heat.
This necessitated another shower for the men, during which Cam reciprocated Emory’s earlier ministrations on the couch. Cam knelt in the cool spray and, with Emory’s hands running through his hair, brought Emory to a very vocal climax.
They had lunch at a rustic roadside diner with mismatched furniture. The tables were covered in oil cloth and the upholstery on the booths had seen better days. However, Cam could not remember having a better hamburger.
That afternoon they water skied. After a couple hours, Emory pulled the cruiser into the same secluded cove where they had swum the day before. By now, Emory’s morning outburst of anger at his employees had receded in Cam’s mind, and thoughts of what might come of this unexpected weekend affair came to the fore. They made love.
As they lay together in the serenity that followed, Emory seemed to read Cam’s thoughts. “I have that meeting tomorrow morning in Chicago. I’ll have to leave pretty early. But you don’t have to worry about getting up. You can close up the house whenever you need to leave.”
“It’s a long drive to Chicago. What time will you be going?” Cam asked, feeling a pall of sadness creep in at the thought of the weekend ending.
“Pretty early. But I’m flying. So it won’t be in the middle of the night,” Emory said with a chuckle. “I have a Leer at the airport that I use for trips. If you hadn’t driven up, I’d fly you back to Ann Arbor. Next time I’ll pick you up in the jet.”
Next time! Cam thought with a swoop of happiness. There’s going to be a next time. “That’d be great,” Cam said, raising his head from Emory’s chest and kissing him on the lips.
* * * *
That afternoon while Emory did some more work on his project, Cam and Mr. Magee went over to the Grafton cabin to make sure it was in order before they left the next day. After closing the windows, making sure the fans were turned off, and writing a thank you note to leave on the counter, Cam took Mr. Magee out for a walk. They walked around the back of the cabin and passed the A/C unit. Just for the heck of it, Cam pressed the reset button. The unit started immediately.
At the sound, Mr. Magee stopped his sniffing and looked at Cam.
Cam laughed. “I won’t tell Emory it’s working if you don’t.”
Mr. Magee wagged his tail and went back to his business.
Cam switched off the A/C. and they walked back to Emory’s house. Cam thanked the fates for their timing with the air conditioner. If it had been working t
hat first night, who knew if he and Emory would be in the place they were now.
Emory took Cam to The Tuscan Ristorante on Traverse Bay for dinner. There, over several glasses of superb wine and an excellent Bolognese, they shared an evening of quiet, intimate conversation. The two men talked about many things, some practical, others very personal. Cam shared with Emory some of what had happened in his relationships, first with Danny and then Mickey. Emory listened sympathetically. By the time they drove back to Horseshoe Lake, stopping at the ice cream parlor on the way, Cam was feeling very positive about where things stood with Emory.
After taking Mr. Magee for a walk along the beach, Emory suggested they retire as he had to be up early to get to his meeting. Once in bed, however, Emory made it abundantly clear he was not ready to go to sleep.
Turning to Cam, and taking him into his arms, Emory looked into the young man’s eyes. Emory tenderly kissed him, then said, “You have no idea how much this weekend has done for me.”
Cam smiled. “I’m glad.”
“When I married Arlene, I promised myself I would leave my life as a gay man behind. And I did. But it was never buried very deeply under the surface. While I never acted on any of my impulses or desires, it was quite a struggle. With my job I was often away from home on business, and opportunity was always there. It would have been so easy to go back on my word.”
Cam nodded, admiring the man’s integrity.
“Then she died,” Emory continued, “I had loved her very much, loved the family we had created together. Now I was free. But not totally. Somehow the years of self-denial had built barriers. Barriers I wasn’t able to break through. I struggled with wanting…needing to be, once again, the gay man I really was. I couldn’t. I guess I felt that, even though she was gone, I still owed it to her memory and to our children, to continue to repress what I knew was my true nature.”
Emory stopped, looked down at the sleeping dog at the foot of the bed, then back to Cam. He tightened his embrace. “Then I met you two and something changed.”
