Baja Honeymoon

by Roland Graeme

  “I’m not sure I can drink to that.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’m not sure I want them to be happy. I’d like them to be miserable.”

  “Come on, Ken,” Rick coaxed. “If I can try to be big about it, then so can you.”

  “Oh, all right.” They touched glasses and drank. “But now it’s my turn,” Ken said.

  “Sure. And what would you like us to drink to?”

  “To us being back on the road and enjoying the rest of our trip.”

  Rick smiled. “Oh, I’ll definitely drink to that, buddy.”

  After dinner, they strolled along the streets, pausing at times to window-shop or go inside some of the stores, which of course were open late to accommodate the tourist trade.

  “I wish you’d let me buy you something,” Rick said. “A gift to thank you for coming along on this trip with me.”

  “Not necessary.”

  “Come on, let me do something nice for you. This is supposed to be our honeymoon, after all,” Rick teased him. “Pick out something expensive that you like, and I’ll get it for you.”

  “Most of this stuff looks overpriced to me. But I’ll make you a deal. Let’s each pick out something inexpensive that we like and buy it for each other.”

  “All right.”

  One small shop specialized in handmade, one-of-a-kind jewelry items, many of which were unpretentious and quite reasonably priced. Rick found a choker necklace made of seashells and beads strung on a leather cord.

  “A real throwback to the sixties,” he declared.

  Ken, for his part, chose a bracelet made from several rows of copper beads, which looked almost like a strip of chain mail when it was fastened around his wrist. The reddish-gold color contrasted with the deep tan he’d acquired in Mexico.

  “Okay, now we really look like a couple of tourists,” he proclaimed happily after they paid for their modest purchases and left the shop.

  “Want to go have a drink somewhere?” Rick asked.

  “Sure, if you want one.”

  “Let’s make it a quick one. I want to get you back to the hotel so we can make an early night of it.”

  “Yeah, we do have to pack if we’re going to leave tomorrow.”

  “We can pack in the morning. That’s not why I want to get back to the room.”

  Ken was taken by surprise by Rick’s boldness. “Oh, really.”

  “Yes, really.”

  “Got something in mind, do you? Some way of spending the rest of the night?”

  “A few ideas have entered my mind.”

  “We’d better go get that nightcap, then. A few more ideas may come to us, especially once I’ve had that drink.”

  They in fact had two drinks apiece, and they were stiff ones.

  Rick proposed a toast. “Here’s to our last night in Cabo.”

  “And to our next few days and nights on the road.”

  Back in the hotel, they didn’t wait until they got to the bridal suite, but began making out in the elevator during the ride up. Ken kissed Rick, who kissed him back, and as they embraced, leaning against the wall of the elevator car, Ken was astonished to feel Rick’s hands between their bodies, unfastening Ken’s belt buckle and pulling his zipper down.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Ken exclaimed. “What’s come over you, man? At least wait until we get inside the room.”

  “This elevator is too damn slow,” Rick complained. “I can’t wait. I want you, Ken.”

  “Wow. When you lose your inhibitions, you really lose them.”

  “It’s all your fault, for being so good in bed. Being with you—it’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  For once, Ken couldn’t come up with a quick retort. He was speechless!

  He recognized a guy who was under the influence of rebound sex when he saw one. Eva and Gunther were going to tie the knot, and although Rick might be pretending to himself as much as to the outside world that he was fine with it, no doubt he was seething with resentment deep inside. A good hard ejaculation was always a surefire way to relieve such tensions, as Ken well knew. Been there, done that.

  Not that Ken was thinking too clearly himself at the moment. Sex with Rick—whatever might really be going through Rick’s mind—was at the top of his wish list, too.

  Once they were inside the suite, Rick led him directly into the bedroom.

  “Get naked,” Rick instructed him.

  “Yes, sir. Let’s leave our new jewelry on, though,” Ken suggested as they began to undress.

  “Okay. But why?”

  “Because you look sexy as hell with those shells around your neck. I can pretend that you’re some beach bum I just picked up on the beach and brought up here to fuck.”

  “And I can pretend that—oh fuck. I don’t really know how to fantasize about another guy,” Rick confessed with a giggle. “I guess I’m still not experienced enough with this whole gay sex thing.”

  “Never mind. I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you everything you need to know… and a few things that may not be essential, but are sure to come in handy and are a hell of a lot of fun.”

  Both men were now naked except for their newly acquired ornamentation. They stood there at the foot of the waiting bed, facing each other and smiling, each man already erect.

  “So the sex ed class is in session, huh? Starting right now?” Rick asked.

  “Starting right now, buddy.”

  “You’re going to make love to me, aren’t you? And teach me a few more things? That’s what this has been heading up to, hasn’t it? All day long, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. This bed, waiting for us here. What we could do in it. Kissing you. Touching you, touching your cock. Sucking your cock.”

  “God, you are so sexy. So beautiful. So hot.”

  “I want to be hot for you. I want you to want me.”

  “I do want you. You know damn well I do. It’s driving me out of my mind. Come here,” Ken demanded. “Get on that fucking bed.”

  Tonight, their lovemaking was almost violent. They wrestled on the broad expanse of mattress, rolling back and forth, one man getting on top of the other only to find himself lying underneath a moment later. It was as though they were grappling together, struggling for mastery of the situation. But this was one combat in which there would be no loser.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Ken,” Rick informed him in a voice that was hot and taut with lust. “I want your ass.”

  “Oh yeah? Haven’t you gotten macho, now that we’re south of the border. Think you’re man enough to take me anytime you feel like it, do you?”

  “You’re damn right I am.”

  “Then go for it.”

  In less than a minute, Rick not only had his cock sheathed in a rubber and coated with lubricant, he also had it shoved unceremoniously up Ken’s ass.

  “Christ!” Ken yelled.

  “Now who’s man enough?”

  “Okay, I admit it, you’re in there. Now fuck it. Fuck that hole of mine.”

  “I’m going to. I’m going to give you a fucking you’ll never forget.”

  They were in one of Ken’s preferred positions, with Ken on his back on the bed and his legs raised high in the air. Rick gripped Ken’s ankles to hold his legs steady. Rick undulated his hips, driving the full length of his prick in and out of Ken’s upraised, vulnerable, but willingly surrendered ass.

  Their bodies pounded together in the rhythms of fierce, testosterone-fueled need. Despite the steady flow of cool air from the suite’s air conditioning system, both men quickly broke out in a hot sex sweat as they fucked. For several intense minutes, they concentrated on the act they were sharing, too lost in what they were doing to speak.

  “Keep up that fucking, stud,” Ken finally groaned ecstatically. “I love it. The way you’re doing it to me is driving me crazy. Keep screwing your dick into me just like that. Drive the fucker into me. Oh man, can you ever fuck. Keep it going, keep fucking me. Fuck my ass for me, fuck it hard.”r />
  In order to entice his fucker all the more, Ken stopped being so passive under him and began wriggling his buttocks, which Rick now had clutched in his fingers. All the while, Rick went on pummeling Ken’s asshole, driving his hard, heated cock deep inside, in exactly the way Ken wanted. Both men were moving closer to orgasm now. The fiercer the lust in their loins blazed, the more forcefully their naked bodies pounded against each other in the brutal rhythms of fucking. Now, Ken suspected, Rick’s mammoth prick was just a few stabs away from ejaculation. In an agony of desire, Ken humped his ass, tightening his buttocks and his sphincter, doing everything he could think of to create that last bit of additional friction and pressure that would compel Rick to come in his ass.

  “That’s it, buddy—oh, you’re doing such a good job of it,” he praised Rick, punctuating his words with a desperate intake of breath. “Oh, you’re such a good, hot fuck!”

  “So are you.”

  “Are you getting ready to come?”

  “What do you think? Look at me.”

  “You look like a man who’s getting ready to come.”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  Rick slapped at Ken’s buttocks, the stinging impact making Ken yelp. Then Rick heaved out a last groan of lustful excitement. Sweat dripped from his face and chest. Then Ken felt the other man’s cock spasming deep inside him, in the telltale throes of orgasm.

  “Give it to me,” Ken gasped. “Give me that cum!”

  “You’re getting it, you horny bastard. God damn you, you’re bringing it out of me. I can’t believe how much I’m getting off on fucking another dude up the ass.”

  But Ken was coming too, helpless to hold back his load. The physical excitement of being fucked by that big, hard cock would have been enough to trigger his orgasm eventually, all by itself. But the thrill of knowing that it was Rick, his buddy, who was using his ass for their mutual pleasure was what really set Ken off. His cock emptied itself, in spurts of hot jism that flew up into the air between their bodies.

  “That’s right, you hot-assed bastard,” Rick taunted him. “Shoot your load.”

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me.”

  “Like I have any intention of stopping now.” Rick fell silent except for his deep, shuddery gasps for breath as he held on to Ken’s ass cheeks and continued to plow his dick between them, although Ken could feel his pace slackening somewhat now that he’d ejaculated.

  Rick stayed hard, and continued to fuck. Ken lay there and took it gratefully, relishing each and every stroke the other man made deep into him.

  Rick stared down into Ken’s eyes. Then he smiled, his face creasing under its film of hot sweat.

  “What’s so funny?” Ken demanded.

  “You are. You’re so sexy, and you sure as hell love to get fucked. I can’t believe how turned on I get when I’m with you like this.”

  A few cock strokes later, though, even Rick apparently had to concede that he was drained. His thrusting slowed to a halt, and he carefully removed his still-erect prong from Ken’s twitching asshole.

  “Unbelievable,” he said as he disposed of the condom. “Unbelievably hot sex.”

  “You liked that, huh? How’s it feel to be the top? How’s it feel to turn another man into your bitch?”

  “It feels good. And you know damn well it does.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  NORTHWARD BOUND

  WITH THE pickup once again packed, they left Cabo San Lucas behind and headed north for the first time in over a week.

  “I hope it doesn’t sound ungrateful to say so,” Ken remarked, “but I’m not entirely sorry to see the last of Cabo.”

  “Didn’t you have a good time?” Rick asked.

  “Of course I did. But it was a big-city kind of a good time, if you know what I mean.”

  “I think I know exactly what you mean. It was the kind of thing we could have done back home.”

  “More or less. It was a nice change of pace, but I definitely prefer being on the road, like this.”

  “So do I.”

  “The bathroom and Diego are about the only two things in Cabo I’ll really miss.”

  Rick laughed. “Too bad we couldn’t load them both in the back of the truck and take them with us. Then we’d be all set.”

  Their plan, such as it was, was to find a camping spot along the coast before they reached the town of Todos Santos. They were making good time and enjoying the views of the Pacific Ocean—to the extent that they almost missed the poorly marked turnoff to the camping area.

  “Some navigator you are,” Ken complained.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Any time you want, buddy.”

  “A one-track mind, that’s what you’ve got. Try not to get so distracted that you drive right into the ocean.”

  The dirt road had several deep pockets of sand that made Ken a little nervous about the truck’s ability to get through, but he gunned the engine and they plowed through without difficulty. He backed the truck into a secure spot between two grassy sand dunes, and they set up camp.

  The first thing they noticed about the Pacific side of the peninsula was the powerful surf. On the Sea of Cortez, the water had tended to be quite calm, with only small breakers about a foot high. Over on the Pacific side, in contrast, huge sets of waves rolled in one after another and crashed on the beach. Ken estimated the average wave to be at least four feet high.

  Out on the water he could see a group of surfers bobbing on top of their boards, obviously undeterred by the roughness of the water as they waited for the perfect wave to ride. Apart from the small surf camp set up at the far end of the beach, Ken and Rick once again seemed to be alone. After the hectic resort experience of Cabo, Ken decided that this was the way he preferred it.

  They lay on the beach, watching the surfers as the sun sank lower and lower. Its orange color turned to a fiery red, followed by cooler rose and magenta hues.

  “This is nice,” Rick declared.

  “You don’t miss the bridal suite?”

  “Not yet. Or, to be more specific, I don’t miss the room itself. I wouldn’t mind a repeat of some of the things that went on in it.”

  “I think that can be arranged.”

  Rick put his hand on Ken’s bare chest and gave his pectoral muscle a light caress. He brushed his thumb against Ken’s nipple, which stirred in response to the contact, and Ken let out a little purr of pleasure.

  “I like touching you,” Rick confessed in a low, throaty tone of voice.

  “I like touching you too. Right now I’m feeling a little too lazy to get into any real foreplay, though. But don’t worry, I’ll make up for it later tonight.”

  Rick chuckled. “I still can’t believe how freely you talk about sex—you know, without being at all embarrassed about it.”

  “What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

  “Nothing, I guess. Only… Ken, what am I to you? Are we fuck buddies?”

  “Um, a little more than that, I’d say. You’re my friend.”

  “A friend you have sex with.”

  “A friend I like to be with and do all sorts of things with. You sound a little anxious, Rick. What’s the matter? Are you having second thoughts about some of the things we’ve done together?”

  “No.”

  “Getting into a sexual relationship with one other guy, doing some harmless experimenting with him, even getting into a threesome—that doesn’t necessarily make you gay, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  “I’m not worried about anything, Ken. I’m just wondering where all this is heading.”

  “It’s heading north, back up the peninsula at the moment. Let’s not think too far ahead of ourselves. Let’s just take it one day and one night at a time.”

  “Okay. And speaking of night, the sun’s starting to go down. Come on, let’s go for a swim before dinner.”

  After their swim, they changed into dry shorts and prepared and ate their evening meal in that state of n
ear-nudity. It was a warm evening, so there was no need for additional clothing. As he sat in his camp chair and updated his journal, Ken was acutely aware of Rick’s physical presence. The sight of his friend’s body, lit up by the warm glow cast by their trusty battery-operated portable lamp, was more than a little distracting.

  I can’t wait to get into bed with him and make love to him again, he found himself writing.

  Rick seemed to have read his thoughts. He let out a yawn that sounded a bit fake to Ken’s ears. Maybe Rick wasn’t always such a skilled actor, after all. “It’s a beautiful night,” Rick remarked. “Really warm. It makes me feel sleepy. I’m almost tempted to make an early night of it.”

  “Me too,” Ken quickly agreed.

  “Let’s hit the sack, then.”

  They got ready to bed down together with an almost indecent haste, stripping out of their shorts even before they crawled inside the waiting tent.

  “Are you really sleepy?” Ken asked.

  “A little. How about you?”

  “I’m not so sleepy that I wouldn’t be willing to fool around a little first.”

  Rick laughed. “That was the answer I was sort of counting on. Come here, you oversexed son of a bitch.”

  They stretched out side by side and began to kiss. Ken had already developed a hard-on, and he could feel an answering rigidity rising from Rick’s groin, prodding him as they embraced. As delightful as it was to kiss Rick, Ken desperately wanted to suck his cock. He quickly worked his way down the other man’s torso, planting kisses on his skin along the way, until Rick’s erection was staring him in the face.

  “Lie back there for a minute,” Ken whispered. “Don’t move. Don’t do anything. Just let me blow you.”

  Grasping the inflexible shaft lightly at its base, Ken slid it in and out of the velvety softness of his suctioning mouth and throat. Every now and then, he would allow the tender skin along the shaft to drag slowly across the edge of his teeth, creating just enough friction to make Rick gasp in response, or he’d tickle the piss slit with the tip of his wet, swabbing tongue. Rick began to writhe and twist restlessly under him. He squeezed his hands into fists, as though to keep himself from crying out encouragements to Ken and losing what little self-control he still had.