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Summer Bliss ISBN # 978-1-906590-76-5 ©Copyright J.P. Bowie 2008 Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright June 2008 Edited by Michele Paulin Total-e-bound books This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Total-e-bound eBooks. Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Total-e-bound eBooks. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution. The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork. Published in 2008 by Total-e-bound eBooks 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road, Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.

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SUMMER BLISS J. P. Bowie

Dedication For the many readers who give us all at TEB such great support, And for Phil, always.

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Chapter One

Phil had never seen him before. Every morning at seven and every afternoon at five, Phil walked his dog Charlie through San Diego’s Balboa Park. Charlie was a Scottish terrier, five years old and full of himself, so Phil was generally careful about letting him get too close to other dogs. He could be cantankerous at times, regardless of the other dog’s size or temperament. Invariably, however, he would run across the same people on a fairly regular basis. Sometimes they’d stop and say hello and pass the time of day for a few minutes while Charlie stuck his nose where he liked it. Other times, it was just a friendly nod or wave. Phil loved the summertime in San Diego. The temperatures never got uncomfortable, coasting around the high seventies, and there was something warm and sensual about the gentle breezes that blew in from the bay. Perfect weather for wearing shorts and going shirtless through the park, enjoying the sight of so many young men similarly attired as they jogged by or lay tanning on the grassy knolls. On this particular warm and balmy day, Phil saw a slim, blond haired man charging towards him, being led by a dog as big as a small horse. The man’s expression was one of fixed dismay as he approached Phil and Charlie, waving like mad, no doubt trying to signal his total lack of control over the animal that was practically pulling his arms out of their sockets. “Shit,” Phil muttered, steering Charlie out of the way. Charlie, of course, had other ideas, such as going for the giant dog’s jugular. “Charlie, stop!” Phil bent down to grab Charlie and lift him out of the danger zone when the other dog leapt on him, knocking him flat on his back. Charlie yelped, Phil swore, the big dog straddled him, leaking drool onto his bare chest, while the other man hauled on the leash, trying to pull off the mutt. “I’m so sorry,” the blond haired man panted, red in the face and making no headway whatsoever. Phil slapped the monster dog on its nose and it jumped back, growling. The man, putting all his strength into pulling the dog off Phil, had not anticipated the slackening

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of the leash and staggered back, ending up on his bottom. While both dogs now growled and snapped at each other, Phil struggled to his feet. “Quiet, Charlie. Stop that now!” He held out his hand and helped the man to his feet. “Are you all right?” “Yes,” he said, dusting off the back of his shorts. His eyes swept over Phil’s lightly tanned and hairy chest, then up to his dark blue eyes before giving him a cute smile. “Sorry again. Robbie’s my sister’s dog. The last time I saw him, he was still a puppy. I didn’t know what I was taking on when I volunteered to walk him.” “What the heck is he?” Phil asked, looking at Robbie who was now licking Charlie’s butt. He yanked on Charlie’s leash. “Get over here,” he growled. The man chuckled. “Great Dane and mastiff cross, I think.” He held out his hand. “I’m Greg, by the way…Greg Hunter.” “Phil Conway.” They shook hands and smiled into each other’s eyes. Nice eyes, Phil thought, as he met the hazely-green gaze. “I haven’t seen you in the park before.” “No, I’m visiting my sister. I live in Seattle.” “Oh yeah. Nice town.” “I like it, but San Diego’s nice too.” “Yeah, I love it here. Uh, I was just going to the dog park. You can give your arms a rest there for a while…let King Kong run free…” “Sounds great,” Greg said, falling into step with Phil. “What d’you do in Seattle?” “I’m a teacher. You?” “Sales rep for a pharmaceutical company. So, how long are you here for?” “’Til the end of the week.” “Oh…Does your sister live near the park?” “Uh huh. On Upas.” “What a coincidence. I live just round the corner on Sixth.” Greg looked at Phil and smiled. “A happy coincidence, I’d say.” They walked down to where several dogs of all shapes and sizes were gambolling in the late-afternoon sunshine. Charlie and Robbie took off as soon as they were unleashed,

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charging headlong into the throng of other dogs. Greg and Phil stood watching them for a while, then Phil nodded at an unoccupied bench. “Like to sit down for a minute or two?” “Yes. This weather is just perfect. It was rain as usual when I left Seattle.” “Yeah, we’re really lucky here. It’s like this most of the year.” Phil relaxed against the back of the bench and lifted his face to the sun’s warmth. “Why don’t you take your shirt off? Get some colour before you go back to the rain.” “Good idea.” Phil watched Greg through half-closed eyes as he removed his shirt, revealing a pale, but sleek and well-defined body. “Mmm…” Greg leaned back on the bench. “Feels so good.” “Yeah, I bet. I mean, it does.” They were silent for a few moments, then Phil asked, “Are you doing anything tonight?” “Not really.” “Like to go get something to eat?” “I’d like that. Where did you have in mind?” “Do you like Italian?” Phil asked. Greg grinned. “You mean food…or men?” Phil chuckled. “Both, maybe…” “I like both.” “Good. There’s a really nice restaurant on Fifth. Like to try it out?” “Sounds good.” Greg gazed admiringly at Phil’s dark good looks. “You look sort of Italian.” “My grandmother was. I inherited her dark hair and complexion. I used to get a lot of flack from the other kids when I was in school.” “They were probably jealous.” “Of what?” “Of how you look. I mean…” Greg’s cheek took on a rosy glow. “You’re very handsome.” “Thank you. So are you.”

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They sat silently gazing at one another for a few moments. Then Greg stood up. “I should get back. Sarah’s most likely thinking Robbie’s run away with me.” “Sarah’s your sister?” “Uh huh.” He smiled at Phil, and offered his hand. “It was really nice meeting you.” Phil took the warm hand in his own. “Remind me to thank Robbie for introducing us.” Greg laughed, and for a moment Phil was entranced by the pleasant sound. He stood up, still holding Greg’s hand. “I feel like I want to kiss you,” he murmured. “I’d like that, but maybe we should wait ‘til we’re alone.” They stood quite still, their eyes locked on one another for a long moment, then Greg cleared his throat and said, “Well, until seven then…” “Yes. Until seven.” He watched as Greg walked over to where Robbie and Charlie were lying side by side on the grass. “Oh, wait! What’s the number on Upas?” Greg turned and laughed again. “That would help, wouldn’t it? It’s seventeen thirtyone Upas. Little white house with a tiled roof. See you later.” After he’d fastened Robbie’s leash, he gave Phil a little wave, then trotted off across the grass, the big dog loping at his side. “Charlie!” Phil yelled as the Scottie started running after his new friend. Charlie skidded to a halt, then after a moment of indecision, strolled over to where Phil sat on the bench and gave him a reproachful look. Phil reached down and rubbed Charlie’s ears. “Don’t worry, Charlie.” He smiled, watching the muscles on Greg’s slim athletic body ripple sensually as he jogged away. “I have a feeling you’ll be seeing that big mutt again, quite soon.”

**** The house on Upas was easy to find. It was small with a red tile roof just like Greg had described it. A slim, blonde young woman answered his ring. She gave him a wary smile. “You must be Phil.” “That’s right, and you must be Sarah.” “Come on in. Greg’s still in the shower. Would you like a drink?”

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Phil caught sight of an open wine bottle on the kitchen counter. “Just a little wine, thanks.” He looked around the small, sun-filled living room. “Nice place…” “Thank you.” She brought him a glass of red wine. “So you two met in the park?” “Yes. Did he tell you your dog tried to eat me?” She managed a small smile. “Robbie’s hard to handle sometimes.” “Where is he?” Phil asked, pretending to flinch. “Out back. He makes too much of a fuss when people come to the door.” “Good guard dog, though.” “Yes.” A long silence fell between them, and Phil wished Greg would hurry up and put in an appearance. He could tell Sarah was not happy about her brother’s date. He cleared his throat. “So, you live here alone when Greg’s in Seattle?” “Yes.” “Hence, the big dog.” “Robbie was my husband’s dog. When he left me, he had nowhere to take Robbie, so I offered to keep him.” “Well, he’s company at least,” Phil said, immediately wishing he hadn’t. From the look in Sarah’s eyes, trading a husband for a dog was not something she’d anticipated doing. “Hi, there.” With some relief, Phil turned to the sound of Greg’s cheerful greeting. “Hi…” Phil smiled as Greg entered the room, looking good enough to eat. His fresh-out-of-theshower appearance and scent made Phil’s cock twitch with anticipation. Greg eyed the glass in Phil’s hand. “Thanks for looking after my guest, Sarah.” He touched Phil’s arm. “Sorry I wasn’t there to answer the door. I got a little hung up with phone calls when I got back.” “That’s okay.” Phil watched him walk over to the counter and pour himself a glass of wine. Pretty ass, he thought, noticing the round swell under Greg’s khaki shorts. “Where are you eating?” Sarah asked, frowning as she caught Phil’s focus. “Uh…Martino’s. You know it?” “Yes. Al and I used to go there a lot.”

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“Al?” “Sarah’s ex,” Greg interjected, rejoining them. “Would you like to come with us?” Phil mentally crossed his fingers, hoping she say no. “No thanks. I have a date with a Desperate Housewives episode I missed.” “Sure?” Greg took her arm and squeezed gently. His sister nodded and kissed his cheek. “You boys don’t need me there on your first date.” She flicked a look at Phil. “Maybe another time…” She didn’t have to say, “If there is another time”. Phil could hear the unspoken words as clear as a bell. What was with her, anyway? Greg hugged her. “See you later, then. I won’t be too late.” Sarah patted her brother’s cheek. “Don’t worry about me.” She looked at Phil and held out her hand. “Nice meeting you. Hope I see you again.” Phil took her limp hand in his. “That depends on your brother,” he said, trying for some humour. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he and Greg left the house. “So,” he chirped brightly. “Hope you’ve worked up a big appetite.” “I’m hungry.” Greg’s eyes twinkled as he gazed at Phil. They started walking at a smart pace towards Sixth Avenue. “Good. Your sister…” Phil tried to choose his words with care. “She seems kinda sad.” “Yeah, she’s still hurting.” “Over her husband leaving her?” “That…but more why he left, I think.” “Oh?” “She can’t have babies.” “Oh, wow…and he left because of that?” “Yes.” “Hadn’t he heard of adoption?” “He said he didn’t want to have to deal with all that legal stuff.” “Nice guy.” “I used to think so.” Greg squeezed Phil’s arm. “Let’s not talk about this tonight.” “Right. Tonight is about you and me, and getting to know all about one another.”

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“Well, I don’t know all about.” Phil chuckled. “You have something to hide?” “Lots of things. Deep, dark secret stuff.” “Mmm, that’s what I like to hear about.” “I wish. No, I’m afraid I’m pretty boring. Just a teacher with an ambition to write kid’s stories—one of these days, when I have the time.” They had turned onto Fifth Avenue about a block from the restaurant. “There’s a little bar on the corner,” Phil said. “Feel like a martini or something?” “Maybe a beer. I’m a bit of a lightweight.” “A beer it is then.” They entered the small dimly lit room and sat at the bar. “What’ll it be guys?” The bartender, a sturdy and shirtless young man with many tattoos gave them a smile and a wink. “Bud light, please,” Greg said. “It’s my favourite,” he added, to Phil. Phil smiled. “Make that two.” The bartender delivered their beer, then after passing a few pleasantries, he left them alone. “Nice place,” Greg remarked, looking around. “It’s quiet. Some of the other bars play music so loud you can’t talk—and I don’t want to have to sit and yell every word at you.” Greg smiled into Phil’s eyes, and Phil felt a slight flutter in the pit of his stomach. Damn, he thought, I really like this guy, and he’s only here for a few days. Just my freakin’ luck. “You work tomorrow?” Greg was asking. “Actually,” Phil’s mind went into hyper-drive. He did have a couple of sick days he’d lose if he didn’t use them. “I just happen to have the day off,” he lied. “Like to go to the beach?” “Oh, I’d love that.” Greg’s face lit up with the smile Phil found so entrancing. “Your sister won’t mind if I commandeer all your time, will she?” “Uh uh. She has to work in the morning anyway. Maybe we could meet her for a drink later?” “Sure, sounds good. Ready to eat?” “Always ready to eat.”

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Phil had to fight the near compulsion to grab Greg and ravish him on the spot. Instead he grinned and said, “That’s my boy. Let’s go.”

**** Leaving the restaurant a couple of hours later, Phil felt slightly tipsy and very horny. Every brush of his arm against Greg’s had his cock getting harder to the point that he had to do a swift readjustment to the crotch of his shorts as surreptitiously as he could while Greg wasn’t looking. It didn’t help things when Greg grabbed his arm and hauled him over to a store window to look at some African carvings. The palm of Greg’s hand rubbing up and down Phil’s bare arm as they peered into the window brought a slight whimper to Phil’s throat. “You all right?” Greg asked, looking at him with concern. “Oh, yeah.” Phil flashed him a quick if somewhat shaky grin. “Fancy a nightcap? Back at my place?” “Uh…I’d really like that, but I shouldn’t leave Sarah alone. I’m here for such a short time.” “Oh, of course,” Phil said, quickly swallowing his disappointment. “But tomorrow sounds great.” Greg squeezed Phil’s arm as they started to walk away from the store window. “I’m looking forward to it. I’ll pick you up about ten. Is that okay?” “Very okay. Would you like to come back for a nightcap at Sarah’s house?” “No thanks. I should let you have some brother and sister time, but I’ll walk you home.” He hugged Greg’s hand to his side. “Make sure no one runs away with you before I get to see you again.” Greg chuckled and leaned in a little, the warmth and scent of his body filling Phil’s senses and bringing him another erection. He couldn’t resist glancing down at Greg’s crotch, hoping he was having the same effect on his new friend. His full lips curled in a small smile of satisfaction as he detected the unmistakable signs of excitement in Greg’s shorts. Oh how he longed to drag Greg into a shadowy doorway and have his way with him. Okay, he told himself. Just take it easy. There’s always tomorrow.

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Outside Sarah’s house, they stood on the porch, holding hands, then Phil gently brushed Greg’s lips with a light kiss. “See you tomorrow,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. “You bet.” Greg wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck and pulled him in for a long hot kiss. Phil cupped Greg’s butt in both hands and ground his crotch against Greg’s. Greg let out a long shuddering sigh, and for a moment Phil thought they were going to do it right there on Sarah’s porch. Then sanity kicked in, and they broke apart, panting and laughing lightly. “I better go before I disgrace myself,” Phil said when he’d found his voice. “I had a great time,” Greg murmured, kissing Phil’s cheek. “See you tomorrow.” “See you tomorrow.”

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Chapter Two

Greg woke to the sound of his sister’s voice raised in anger. He sighed as he turned over onto his back and listened to what was obviously another harangue between her and Al, her husband—soon to be ex-husband. Too bad, he thought, clasping his hands behind his head. Al wasn’t a bad guy, just too macho to admit his own failings. When Sarah had told him she was divorcing Al, Greg had tried to talk her out of it—something that had not gone down too well. “What? You think I can’t manage on my own?” she’d asked him with a great deal of bitterness. “Of course, I don’t think that,” had been his reply. “I just think you should really consider what you two have together and try to work things out.” But his thoughts and opinions had been for naught, and Al had been very defensive when Greg had tried talking to him about being tested. “Hey, man…it’s not my problem!” Al had retorted. And that had been the end of that. Greg rolled over, looking at the sunshine that was beginning to filter through the window shutters. He smiled. He was going to the beach with Phil today. He only hoped Sarah wasn’t in the sort of mood that would make him ask if he should stick around. Sometimes, after talking with Al, she wouldn’t go into work. She’d called Greg several times to vent after losing a day’s wages. Jeez, but he wished they’d work this out! He tried to concentrate on the day ahead with Phil. He really liked the guy. Even though they’d just met, he felt the sensual tug between them. Oh, but he’d wanted to have sex with him last night—and he knew, without a doubt, Phil had felt the same way. Man, but had he ever have a hard on! The feel of Phil’s erection pressing against his had been almost too much to let go of. He felt a twinge of embarrassment, mixed with a deep seated lust, at the thought that he’d had been so tempted to throw Phil against the wall of the house and go down on him, sucking that big hard cock into his mouth, and— “Greg? You awake?”

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Greg jumped at the sound of his sister’s voice right outside his bedroom door. He hastily released the erection he’d been stroking while thinking of Phil and sat up. “Yeah…I’m awake. Come on in.”

**** Phil groaned as Charlie jumped on the bed and began humping him. “Cut it out, you slut!” he laughed, rolling Charlie over onto his back and rubbing his belly. “Put that away, you randy devil. You’re as bad as me.” Ruefully he looked down as his own erection as he slipped out of bed. “Just give me a few minutes, and we’ll go for our walk…” And after that, he had something to look forward to—a day at the beach with cutie-pie Greg. He could hardly wait! As he pulled on his shorts, he remembered the hot kiss they’d shared the night before. And wow, the feel of that hard dick pressed to his—oh yeah. That boy had been ready and willing for some serious fucking. “All right!” he yelled as Charlie growled with impatience. “C’mere…” He clipped on the dog’s leash and headed for the door. He wondered if just maybe Greg might be in the park being walked by Robbie…

**** “So you’ll be gone all day?” Greg nodded, saddened by Sarah’s petulant expression. He tried to suppress the feeling of guilt that prodded at his conscience. Had his elation at spending the day with Phil blinded him to his sister’s needs? “Well, that was the plan,” he said. “But we thought we’d meet you later for a drink or a coffee. Aren’t you going to work?” “Well, I guess I will now, seeing as you’re so busy.” “Sis, I wouldn’t have made the plans with Phil if I’d known you were going to be home.” Sarah shook her head. “No, that’s okay. I need the money anyway…” “Sarah—” “No, don’t worry about me.”

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“What were you and Al arguing about?” “The usual…” “Which is?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” Greg sighed. “Sarah, you know you don’t want this divorce—and I have the feeling Al doesn’t want it either.” “You’ve talked to him?” “No…” “Then, how the hell can you know what he wants?” She stood suddenly. “Go enjoy your day.” “Sarah!” The slamming door as she left had him out of bed and pulling on his sweatpants. “Sarah!” He ran out into the hall and grabbed his sister’s arm. “Sarah I don’t want to leave you like this. I’ll tell Phil I can’t make it to the beach with him, and—” Sarah choked back a sob and laid her head on her brother’s chest. “No, don’t do that. I was being a bitch. I’m sorry. Go. I mean it. Enjoy yourself. I really need to go to work.” Greg enveloped her in his arms and kissed her forehead. “I’m so sorry, Sis, so sorry. I’ll talk to Al if you’d like.” Sarah kissed his cheek. “I love you. Don’t waste your time with Al. He doesn’t love me anymore.”

**** Phil pulled up outside the house promptly at ten and smiled as Greg appeared in the doorway looking as delicious as he’d remembered. He wore a white tank top, beige corduroy shorts and a perky white cap atop his blond hair. “Hey, good looking!” Phil yelled through the car window. Greg gave him a shy smile and slid into the passenger seat. Phil leaned over and kissed his cheek. “How are you this beautiful morning?” “It is beautiful, isn’t it? You San Diegans are so spoiled.” “Hey…” Phil grinned at him as he pulled away from the kerb. “You could be a part of this too, you know.”

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“I’ve been thinking about that.” “You have?” Phil squeezed Greg’s thigh. “I’d like to think I had something to do with that thought process.” Greg chuckled. “You’re not a shy boy, are you?” “Sorry. Am I coming on too strong?” “No, you’re coming on just right. I’m just a little sad this morning.” “Sarah?” “You’re also not slow. Yes, Sarah. She’s just miserable, and I don’t know what to do to help, except be there for her.” “And I’m sure she appreciates that.” “Yeah, but I’m not Al. She still loves him—and I’m almost sure he loves her, too.” “Have you talked to him about that?” Greg laughed. “That’s the second time I’ve been asked that this morning. Now I think I should.” “Couldn’t hurt. At least, you’d know if they had a chance.” Phil didn’t relish the idea of getting into a long conversation about Sarah and Al’s domestic problems—he had, after all, been looking forward to a day in the sun with a guy he found more than just attractive. A guy he wanted to get close to in the best possible way. Still, he could tell Greg was troubled by his sister’s situation, so the least he could do was show some sympathy and understanding.

**** Greg stared out of the car window at the blue Pacific Ocean, glittering under the sun’s mellow rays. They rode close enough for him to make out myriad surfers out challenging the waves, and in the distance, sailboats dotted the horizon. “Perfection,” he murmured. “Are we almost there?” “Almost. It’s a bit of a hike from the parking lot, but the beach is worth it. This being a workday, we should have it all to ourselves.” “Sounds like heaven,” Greg said, meaning it. He couldn’t wait to be alone, lying on the sand under this beautiful blue sky—and maybe under this beautiful man, if things went

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right. He shifted in his seat as he felt his burgeoning erection strain the seam of his shorts. “Do you often come here?” “Haven’t been for some time. I used to come here on weekends with some friends, but a lot of them have moved on—relationships, new jobs out of town…you know. ” Greg nodded and stroked Phil’s thigh. “This is nice, though.” They shared a smile. “Yes, it is,” Phil said. “Okay, here we are…” They pulled off the highway into a large parking lot. “Good. Hardly anyone here,” he remarked scanning the large number of empty spaces. “We should be able to find a cosy spot all to ourselves.” Greg shivered with delight at the thought. He found himself almost unable to control his impatience to be alone with Phil. God, he thought, what’s with you? But it had been a long time since he’d felt this strong sensual connection to another man. There was just something about Phil that inflamed his senses—the touch of his hand, his smile, his scent… He smiled happily as he watched Phil heft a canvas bag over his shoulder. “Got us a little cooler in here,” Phil said, patting his bag. “Just enough for a couple of beers later.” “Great. You’ve thought of everything.” Greg followed him down the steps that took them to the expansive stretch of sand and patches of tall grass. “Like I said, it’s a bit of walk.” Phil took Greg’s hand. “It’s also pretty liberal around here, so enjoy.” And Greg was ready to do just that. The warmth of Phil’s hand enclosing his, the occasional brushing of Phil’s bare arm against his as they hurried across the sand filled Greg with an exhilaration and anticipation of what this day might bring. After about ten minutes they reached the wide strip of beach that fronted the ocean. “Wow,” Greg breathed. “It’s great…” “Wanna swim first or find a place to sun?” “Let’s swim first,” Greg replied, pulling off his tank top and shorts. He was wearing a pale blue bikini that perfectly hugged the curve of his ass, and Phil could hardly take his eyes of that part of his anatomy. Quickly he threw off his t-shirt and shorts. “Last one in’s a big Mary!” he yelled sprinting away towards the water. Laughing, Greg followed hard on his heels, at the same

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time taking in the delightful sight of Phil’s bikini clad butt bouncing in front of him. Whoa, he needed to get into some cold water, and— “Argh!” It was cold all right! Following Phil’s example, he dove under the first breaker then surfaced, shaking the saltwater from his blond hair. “It’s freezing!” he yelled, looking around for Phil. Phil surfaced behind him and threw his arms around Greg’s shoulders. Despite the cold water, his cock was still half hard, and it slipped into the cleft of Greg’s butt with ease. Greg reached behind himself and grabbed Phil’s ass, holding their bodies locked together. Phil wrapped his arms around Greg’s chest, pulling him in even closer. He nibbled on Greg’s earlobe and kissed the nape of his neck. “Mmm…that’s nice,” Greg murmured. He turned in Phil’s arms and delivered a scorching kiss to his lips. “That’s even nicer,” Phil said, grinding his crotch into Greg’s. “Let’s find that place to lie in the sun.” “You got it.” Taking Greg’s hand, Phil splashed his way through the waves, up onto the beach. “There’s a little private spot about a hundred yards from here,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. They picked up their clothes and trotted across the sand together, each man filled with an excited anticipation of what was to come. Greg put his arm around Phil’s shoulders, wanting to keep the deep visceral thrill their close physical contact had brought him. Phil turned and smiled at him, and Greg felt his heart jump in his chest. He could hardly wait to feel Phil’s warm and succulent lips on his again. “Here we are.” Phil spread his beach towel out on the sand between two grassy dunes that gave them shelter from the stiff breeze and total privacy—although there were so few people around, the chances of them being spied on were remote. Greg spread his towel next to Phil’s then flung himself down on it. He grinned up at Phil and patted the towel invitingly.

“You, my boy, need suntan lotion,” Phil said, digging in his bag. “That Nordic skin of yours will fry in no time without protection.” “Would you put it on me?”

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“It will be my pleasure,” Phil said, meaning every word. His cock hardened again as Greg rolled onto his stomach revealing the plump twin globes of his butt, showcased to great effect by his pale blue swimsuit. Phil sloshed a generous amount of lotion onto his hands, then knelt over Greg, smoothing the thick cream over his back and shoulders. Phil couldn’t help but admire the silkiness of Greg’s skin and the supple movement of his muscles under his hands as he gently rubbed the cream over the other man’s body. “Oh, yeah…” Greg squirmed a little under Phil’s touch, bringing his ass up into Phil’s crotch. “You have a sweet touch. Just don’t ask me to turn over anytime soon,” he added with a chuckle. “Why? What are you hiding from me?” Phil teased, squeezing more lotion onto the palms of his hands then gently smoothing it over Greg’s thighs and calves. “Keep that up, and it’ll be too painful to hide.” Phil let his hands linger on Greg’s upper thighs, just under the delicious curves of his buns. He squeezed gently, and Greg moaned. Phil leaned forward and ran his tongue over Greg’s ear then pushed the tip inside. Greg writhed under him, pushing up against Phil’s now raging erection. Phil couldn’t stand it any longer. He rolled Greg over onto his back, his eyes seeking the prize he knew was to be his. The pale blue Lycra that covered Greg’s crotch strained to keep his erection inside his swimsuit. “Wow…” Phil licked his lips and ran his hand over the pulsing fabric. Greg gave a little whimper from the back of his throat, and Phil smiled down at him. Carefully, he untied the white elastic cord and eased Greg’s bikini over his hips. He gasped as Greg’s long thick shaft sprang out and slapped against his belly. “Oh, baby…” Phil bent down and licked the glistening tip, savouring the pearl-like drop of pre-cum oozing from it. Greg shuddered at Phil’s touch, his hands reaching up to stroke Phil’s hair and caress the sides of his face. Phil teased Greg’s balls with the tip of his tongue then licked his way up the underside of Greg’s cock, travelling over his torso, up under his chin until he reached Greg’s bee-stung lips. They both moaned as their tongues meshed, and Greg wrapped his arms around him, holding him in a tight and unyielding embrace. He rolled Phil onto his back, his mouth scouring Phil’s neck and sucking on his Adam’s apple. Phil reached for Greg’s butt, massaging the firm mounds and sinking his fingers into the cleft between them. He stroked

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the outline of the tight hole, bringing soft moans of pleasure from Greg. Greg moved over Phil, his lips fastening on each nipple, drawing the small nubs of sensitive flesh into his mouth and relishing the feel of them hardening under his swirling tongue. Phil gasped at the sensation, and his middle finger, still slick with suntan lotion slipped inside Greg, past his tight sphincter into the moist depths of his hot and silky flesh. Greg’s body arched upwards from the ecstasy of Phil’s invasion. “Oh…yeah,” he sighed, pushing against Phil’s probing finger. “Feels so good, Phil…” His lips found Phil’s again, and their kiss was longer, deeper, fired by the almost overwhelming sensations they created in one another. Greg knew he wanted Phil to fuck him…hard. And for a moment, he wondered at that. He’d never really been easy with that part of the action, hating it sometimes when the other guy was rough and fumbling, but, he knew instinctively, this guy, this sweet and sensitive man, would be different. He let Phil take the lead now, letting himself be turned over so he was lying on his stomach again, and Phil was burrowing his face into the cleft between his buttocks, probing so hard with his tongue that Greg thought he would come without touching himself. Oh sweet Jesus, but that felt good. His hands clutched at the towel beneath him, the ecstasy Phil was bringing to him almost too much to bear. He opened to Phil’s tongue, the swirling sensation inside him causing him to cry out with sheer unadulterated and carnal pleasure. Phil gripped Greg’s hips and pulled him up onto his knees, reaching into his bag for a condom. “You want me to fuck you?” he whispered, though he must already know what the answer would be. “Yes, please…” Greg pushed his rump into Phil’s crotch as he replied, shivering with anticipation as he felt the throb of Phil’s hard cock against his butt. He tensed and bit his bottom lip as the head of Phil’s cock pushed against his sphincter. “Relax, baby…” Phil caressed the sides of Greg’s torso, then grasped his erection, pumping it slowly as he carefully pushed his way inside Greg. A long shuddering sigh escaped Greg’s lips as Phil slid deep inside him. “Oh, God…” Phil paused. “Okay?” “Yes, yes…it’s good…”

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“You feel wonderful,” Phil said huskily, starting a slow and sensuous rhythm. “So tight…beautiful…” He leaned back a little and pulled Greg up against his chest, one hand teasing Greg’s nipples, the other pumping his cock with long smooth strokes. Phil nuzzled Greg’s neck, then eagerly accepted his lips as Greg craned his head ‘round seeking a kiss. They breathed hard into each other’s mouths, their tongues probing, tussling, and bringing a fierce sensuousness to their lovemaking. Greg bore down on Phil’s cock, feeling it reach deeper inside him, then he lifted himself up slightly, revelling in the sensation of the hard flesh gliding over his sweet spot. Each pass over the sensitive gland brought him a new jolt of ecstasy, and he gasped as his orgasm built within him. A small whimper of protest formed in his throat. He didn’t want this incredible feeling to end. He wanted to stay just like this, locked in Phil’s arms, lost in the incredible sensations that were sweeping through his body and mind. He groaned aloud as what he was trying so desperately to hold at bay, became impossible to contain. “Oh, Jesus…Phil…” His body went rigid as the first spurt of semen erupted from him. Phil’s arms tightened about Greg as he came. “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s it,” he crooned as he felt Greg’s warm semen spill over his fingers. At the same time, his own orgasm churned deep inside his balls. His hips bucked under Greg’s butt, driving his cock deeper, faster, until he felt the rush of his climax as it spewed from him, filling the condom buried in Greg’s heat. Panting, they fell forward onto the beach towels, Phil covering Greg’s body, his lips pressed to the nape of Greg’s neck. For a long moment, neither man moved. They were content to simply lie there, still enjoined, basking in the sweetness of what had passed between them. The sun, now high in its azure sky, warmed them, and Phil, listening to the gentle lap of the waves on the sandy beach, felt as though he could never be happier than he was at that moment. He kissed Greg’s ear as he eased himself out, and lay by Greg’s side. As their eyes met, Greg’s smile was shy, and just a little unsure. Phil moved in closer and kissed his lips gently. “You are one terrific fella,” he murmured. “That was sheer bliss.” Greg’s smile widened. “Yes, it was.” Then he chuckled. “What?” “I was just thinking if it hadn’t been for our dogs, we might not be lying here in each other’s arms.”

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“Charlie has his uses,” Phil said, tracing the outline of Greg’s jaw with his forefinger. “I thought you might have brought him along today.” “No…I decided if there was any licking to be done, I’d be the one doing it.” They shared a quiet laugh, then Greg snuggled deeper into Phil’s arms. “Wanna go for another swim?” Phil asked after a few moments. “Sounds good…” They kissed, then stood up, Greg reaching for his swimsuit. “You don’t need that,” Phil told him. “This is a nude beach after all.”

There were only one or two other people around as they ran down to the water’s edge and dove beneath the waves, Greg bracing himself for the effect of the cold water on his hot skin. “Brrr…” He laughed as he surfaced. Phil was some distance away, swimming over the breakers with sure, strong strokes. Greg struck out to follow him, diving below the first wave and doing what he loved, swimming underwater. Ahead, he could see Phil’s legs treading water. He’s looking for me, Greg thought, a warm feeling stealing through his blood, despite the coldness of the water. He surfaced again quickly. “Phil!” “There you are.” Phil swam over to him. “Race you back to shore!” Greg laughed and then choked on a mouthful of salty water. “You!” he yelled, trying to catch up. Once in the shallows, Phil reached for him, pulling him into his arms, and hefting Greg’s legs around his waist. “Wow,” Greg murmured. “Even this cold water can’t stop me getting hard when you’re touching me.” “Good,” Phil said, kissing Greg’s lips and running his hands over Greg’s body. “That means we get to do it again!” Greg slid his arms around Phil’s neck and fastened his mouth on Phil’s waiting lips. As the ocean’s waves buffeted them gently, the two men stood clasped together, enjoying a long and lingering kiss, oblivious to everything around them, conscious only of each other’s allure and the desire they created within one another.

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**** When they returned to “their” private spot and flopped down on the towels, Phil reached into his beach bag and said, “I brought us some refreshments. Hungry?” “For you.” Greg gave him a little leering smile. “How about a sandwich first?” Greg pretended to pout. “Okay…I suppose.” “And a beer from the cooler. Your favourite kind.” “You remembered. That’s sweet.” “Aren’t I though?” Phil popped the top of the beer can and handed it to Greg who took it, then pulled Phil in for a kiss. “Yes, you are,” he murmured against Phil’s lips. Phil felt the heat of desire course through his blood. He leaned into Greg’s kiss spilling his beer onto his crotch. “Shit.” Phil jumped as his ice cold beer slopped onto his penis. “Oops,” Greg laughed. “Shall I lick it up?” “Please.” Phil leaned back on his hands and thrust his hips forward so that Greg could capture his erection between his lips. “Mmm…” Greg looked up at Phil with mischievous eyes. “My favourite combination— beer and meat.” Phil burst out laughing, and they fell on one another, giggling like schoolboys. “Oh, my God!” Greg howled. “How to kill a blowjob opportunity by Greg Hunter!” “Never mind.” Phil stroked Greg’s face tenderly. “There will be many other opportunities.”

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Chapter Three

Greg rolled onto his side and gazed at Phil’s sleeping profile. Gently, he traced a finger over Phil’s slightly parted lips. He smiled as he relived the moments of their second bout of lovemaking and reckoned on a scale of one to ten, they’d hit a fifteen. He trailed his fingers down over Phil’s throat to his chest and lightly tweaked his right nipple. That brought a murmur of interest from Phil’s lips. His eyes blinked open, and he turned his head to smile at Greg. “Hey, you.” He reached for Greg and drew him in close. “Sorry, I fell asleep…” “Yeah, you were my sleeping beauty all right.” Phil kissed Greg’s lips tenderly, then he looked at him with concern. “You’re not getting burned, are you?” He sat up and studied Greg’s skin. “You’re pink, baby. Here, let me put some more lotion on you. I don’t want you suffering tonight when you go to bed.” “I’ll be suffering if you’re not there,” Greg said, lying down so Phil could administer the soothing lotion with a gentle hand. “Well, you could stay over with me. But how’s Sarah going to take that?” “I don’t think she’d mind.” “But you did come here to spend time with her. I don’t want her to hate me this early on in our relationship.” “Our relationship…that has a nice sound to it.” Phil bent down to kiss Greg, running the tip of his tongue over Greg’s lips, then slipping into his moist warmth. “Oh, Phil…” Greg breathed into Phil’s mouth. “Can I tell you now, that you are everything I have ever wanted in my life? Is it too soon to tell you that I love you? Do I really know what I’m saying?” He looked away from Phil’s sudden intense stare. “Am I fucking this up?” “No.” Phil cupped Greg’s chin in his hand. “No, you’re not fucking this up. I don’t want this to be just another summer romance—a moment of bliss and rapture under the sun.

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I have very strong feelings for you, but you live in another city, another state. Long distance romances are difficult…” “Romances are difficult, Phil. Relationships need work, hard work sometimes—and sometimes they fail. I have a sister who thought she’d met the man of her dreams—” “Stop.” Phil put his finger on Greg’s lips. “We’re getting ahead of ourselves here. Let’s just enjoy each other for the time you’re here, Then, when you leave and we have time to get our breath back and our dicks soft, we’ll see how you feel about me.” “How I feel about you?” Greg grabbed Phil’s hand and kissed his fingertips. “What’s more to the point is how you’ll feel about me. You’re so darned attractive, Phil. I’m sure there’s a bunch of guys lining up and panting, every time you show up in a gay bar.” Phil laughed. “I don’t show up in gay bars, Greg. I hardly ever go to a bar. I’m a bit of a loner, actually.” He paused, and looked away from Greg. “That’s maybe just one aspect of me you couldn’t handle.” “What d’you mean?” Phil sighed. “Greg…I’ve never had a long term relationship.” “Never?” “Never…well, if you could call three months long term—” “No. I couldn’t call that long term.” Greg studied Phil’s handsome face for a moment. “So,” he murmured hesitantly, “you’re saying you’re not into commitments?” “No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying it hasn’t happened for me so far.” “So, I have a chance?” “Greg, don’t!” Phil pulled away, and sat up, rubbing his face in frustration. “Look…I think you are a very attractive man. I have loved every moment we’ve been together. You are incredibly sweet, and…and the sex was…was…well, it was wonderful—” “But?” “There’s no but, Greg. Except that you live several hundreds of miles away, and you’re leaving in a couple of days, plus, you have a sister who needs you—” “And you don’t.” “Need you or have a sister?” “Don’t make fun of it, Phil.”

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“Need you? No, I haven’t known you long enough to need you. Want you? Now that’s a different story. Since the first moment I saw you, I’ve wanted you and now that I’ve had you, I want you even more. I want you to stay here with me, even though I know that’s impossible. I want you in my bed tonight—and every night for the foreseeable future—even though I know that’s impossible too.” “Why is that impossible?” “Because you’re in Seattle, and I’m in San Diego. Because this is summertime… and…and you’re so darned beautiful, and… Phil broke off, gasping as he was slammed onto his back. Greg was on top of him. He kissed his chest, his face, his lips…every part of him, with a fierce intensity that stunned Phil into silence and into the sheer animal pleasure of having this wonderful man devour him. “Greg,” he moaned. “Yes.” Greg pinned Phil’s arms to his sides and ground his naked cock against Phil’s. “Yes, Phil. I want you to need me as much as I need you. I want to be in your life, the most important part of your life. Love me, Phil, love me…” “Oh, Jesus…” Greg released Phil’s arms and Phil wrapped them around Greg, holding him, chest to chest, crotch to crotch, legs entwined, their breathing ragged with passion. With a sound that was half a cry of joy, and half a sob, Greg scoured Phil’s chest with his lips and teeth, covering his torso with small kisses and bites that had Phil arching his body off the sand in ecstasy. Greg gripped Phil’s erection at the base and brought it to his mouth, devouring it in one long sensual swallow. Phil cried out, and grasped Greg’s hair, twisting the blond locks between his fingers, pushing his hips up, driving his cock deeper down Greg’s throat. He could feel himself losing control, and he abandoned himself to the sensations that flooded his body with carnal lust. “Oh, God…” His head thrashed back and forth as his climax roiled in his balls and bringing with it the expectancy of a powerful jolt of sheer pleasure. “Greg…” He scrunched up his eyes and saw a thousand suns reflected behind his eyelids as his orgasm erupted from him in a series of mind blowing, almost seismic spasms.

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Greg gagged as Phil’s cum jetted down his throat. He pulled back slightly but didn’t release Phil’s cock from his mouth until the spasms quieted, then he licked the last drops from the slit before releasing it and kissing the head tenderly. They smiled at one another, then Greg dropped his head onto Phil’s chest and sighed happily. His fingers stroked the warm skin that covered Phil’s torso until Phil took his hand and raised it to his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered

**** They were quiet on the drive back to town. Not an uncomfortable silence, but one that had them both lost in their thoughts and the memory of what had taken place between them earlier. Greg had placed his hand on Phil’s thigh as they pulled out of the beach parking lot, and had kept it there as they drove north on the freeway. When he didn’t need his hand to change gears, Phil covered Greg’s hand with his own and stroked it gently. “So…want to get together later?” Greg smiled. “You bet. If you could just drop me off at Sarah’s first, I need to shower and change and just make sure she’s okay.” “Of course.” Phil tried to blot out the thought of a naked Greg using his shower, or rather sharing his shower. Still, there was always tomorrow, Saturday, when he really did have the day off. After a pause, he said, “Maybe she’d like to have dinner with us.” “You wouldn’t mind?” “Not if it’ll ease your mind a little. I know you’re worried about her.” He reached into the caddy under his arm rest and pulled out his business card. “Here. It has my home and cell numbers. Call me after you talk to Sarah, and we’ll make plans then.” Greg leaned over and kissed Phil’s cheek. “You are the sweetest guy—” “Cut that out,” Phil growled. “I’m already hard from your hand on my leg. Any more sensory overload, and I may have an accident.” Greg leered at him. “Wanna blowjob, big boy?” “Not while I’m driving, thank you. Didn’t you hear about that poor guy whose wife was giving him a BJ in the car?” “No, what happened?”

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“Just as he came, he closed his eyes and ran into the car in front him. The impact made his wife bite down, and—” “No!” Greg stared at Phil, his jaw slack. “Yep. All the way through, right at the root.” “Oh, you just made that up.” Phil laughed. “No, it was on the news. Honest.” “God, how awful.” Greg was quiet for a moment, then he grinned and said, “Okay. How about a hand job?” They were still laughing when Phil pulled up outside Sarah’s house. He leaned over and gently kissed Greg’s lips. “Call me later.” “I will,” Greg whispered, returning Phil’s kiss. “And thanks for a wonderful day.” “The pleasure was all mine.” “Not quite all…” Greg kissed him again then climbed out of the car. “Later.” “Later.” Phil gave him a little wave, then drove away. Sighing, Greg walked up the path to the front door, unlocking it with the key Sarah had loaned him. He’d really have much preferred to go back to Phil’s apartment and spend the rest of the day with him. But, he was Sarah’s guest, and he had flown down from Seattle to spend time with her and try to cheer her up. Not that he was doing a great job of that. “Sarah. You home?” “In the kitchen, Greg. I’m making us dinner. ” “Oh.” Greg tried to sidestep Robbie’s tongue as the big dog started to lick his thighs. “Robbie…stop.” “What’s wrong?” “Uh…well, Phil asked us out for dinner.” “Both of us?” “Yes. It was his suggestion.” Sarah gave him a long searching look then shrugged. “Well, maybe he’d like to come over here and eat with us. There’s enough for three. We could eat out on the patio. It’s a beautiful evening.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” His sister smiled. “You like this guy, don’t you?”

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“Yeah, I like him. Hey…maybe he could bring Charlie with him?” “Charlie? Oh, I don’t know if there’s enough for another guy, Greg.” “Charlie’s his dog. That’s how we met at the park.” “Oh, okay…if you’re sure Robbie won’t have a fit.” “He won’t.” Greg chuckled. “They got on great after they’d try to eat each other. I’ll call Phil and invite him over after I shower. I’ve got sand everywhere.”

Charlie struggled out of his wicker bed as he heard Phil’s key in the lock. He gave himself a good shake, then padded over to greet his master, tail wagging. “Hey, Charlie…” Phil dropped down on his knees and hugged his dog. “Guess you need a walk, huh?” Charlie licked Phil’s nose. “Thought so…hmm, shower first? No, you look like you’re ready to go.” He grabbed Charlie’s lead and clipped it to his collar. Making sure he had his cell and his little plastic baggie, he picked Charlie up and headed for the elevator. Boy, he thought as they crossed the street to the park, it sure is a beautiful evening. In a city of many beautiful evenings, this one promised to be even more special. A gentle balmy breeze had sprung up, bringing with it the combined scent of jasmine and honeysuckle. A sensual scent, one that transported him for a moment back to the beach and the memory of the time spent with Greg, and how amazing that had all been. He tried to push from his mind his regret at the thought that Greg would be leaving San Diego on the Sunday. Only one more day for them to be together, if Greg could get away. On his last day, his sister would surely want to lay claim to his time, and Phil couldn’t really get pissy over that. Maybe he could drive him to the airport, get a last kiss and hug before those hundreds of miles separated them. He unclipped Charlie’s lead and let him gambol about on his own, since Charlie never strayed too far and always came back when called. There was a bench a few yards ahead. One guy sat at the far end, head bowed, his hands pushed deep into the pockets of his shorts. Phil sat at the other end, keeping his eye on Charlie as he ran from tree to tree having a good old sniff at each one. “Nice dog.”

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Phil glanced at the man who’d spoken. Big guy…nice looking in a depressed sort of way. “Thanks. You have a dog?” “I did. Had to give him up.” “Oh, I’m sorry. That must have been rough.” The man turned to face Phil. He was built like a quarterback, wide shoulders, blue eyes, and a shock of light brown hair that he kept pushing off his forehead. “Yes, it was very rough,” he said. “But it was just one shitty thing in a whole series of shitty things that seemed to happen all at once.” “Really? I’m sorry,” Phil murmured, his natural compassion preventing him from getting up and walking away from the cloud of gloom that seemed to hover over the man’s head. The man sighed. “Yeah, well, shit happens, I guess. Funny, how you just don’t see it coming—the train-wreck that’s going to change everything in your life. Then when it hits there’s nothing you can do about it.” Wow, Phil thought, that’s heavy. Aloud he said, “It sounds like you need to vent.” He gave the man a friendly smile. “I’m yours ‘til Charlie says it’s time to go.” He held out his hand. “I’m Phil, by the way.” The man’s big hand enveloped Phil’s. “Al…but I don’t wanna bore you with my problems.” Phil looked into Al’s glistening eyes and thought, Yes, you do. “That’s okay. I’m a good listener.” “Shit, I don’t even know where to begin. It’s all so fucked up, and now I find out that the whole thing is my fault.” “How so?” “Well, my wife and I, we’ve been married two years now. She’s so pretty, Phil, a real doll. I…” He stopped, choking on his words. “I didn’t think anything could ever come between us. And then we found out she couldn’t get pregnant…” Phil’s mouth dropped open. Oh, my God. He hadn’t connected the name right away. Al. Sarah’s husband, Greg’s brother-in-law, that Al…shit! “…She wanted us to adopt,” Al was saying. “But I just couldn’t get into that, so I made up the excuse of not wanting to mess with adoption agencies and paperwork and crap. I said

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a lot of pathetic things, we fought, I walked out and we haven’t been able to agree on anything since. Just this morning she was yelling at me on the phone, saying I didn’t love her, had never loved her—and that’s just not true.” “So you still love her,” Phil said, his hand itching to grab his cell and call Greg. “Yeah…and I feel like a real creep, you know. A couple of weeks ago, my brother-inlaw—he’s gay, but real nice—he suggested maybe I should get tested. Well, I nearly chewed his head off for that. I mean, I never thought the problem was mine—” “And is it?” Al hung his head in misery. “Yes,” he whispered. “I went to the docs. And they ran some tests, and I don’t have enough swimmers, they said.” “But that can be resolved, I’m sure,” Phil said. “Artificial insemination is commonplace these days.” Al shuddered. “That would make me feel useless.” “You’re being way too hard on yourself. It would be your sperm. They just give it a little boost, so to speak.” Phil really couldn’t believe he was having this conversation with Sarah’s husband. But the great news was he still loved her. He jumped as his cell phone jangled in his shorts pocket. “Excuse me…I’m sorry,” he mumbled, flipping the phone open. “That’s okay, buddy,” Al smiled sadly. “I’ve bent your ear long enough.” “Hello? Oh, hi Gr—Uh, just a minute…” He gave Al an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I have to take this.” He walked a few yards away from the bench. “Greg…hi.” “Hi. Hey, listen. Sarah’s making dinner over here. She’d like for you to join us, if that’s all right.” “Yeah, that’s great, but listen, you’ll never guess who I’ve been talking to over here in the park.” “You’re right. I’ll never guess.” “Al.” “Al, who?” “Sarah’s husband, Al. I don’t know his last name.” “You’re talking to Al?” “Right and guess what? He really opened up to me and told me he still loves Sarah, and it’s all his fault they can’t have a baby. He went to the doctor—”

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“Wait, he told you all that? Son-of-a-bitch!” “You sound mad.” “I am mad. I spent hours and hours on the phone with that creep, and he ends up telling a total stranger that he still loves Sarah and it’s his fault they can’t have a baby!” “I’m not a total stranger.” “You are to him! He doesn’t know you and I spent the afternoon fucking on the beach.” “Uh…no, I don’t think he knows that.” “Well then!” “Should I tell him, so I’m not a stranger anymore?” “This isn’t funny, Phil.” There was a long pause, then Greg chuckled. “Well…maybe it is kinda funny. I mean, what are the chances of you meeting Al in Balboa Park?” “Limited, I guess. But then, of course, I was with Charlie. I seem to meet the darnedest people with him in tow.” “Oh, Charlie’s invited, too.” “Great. He’ll get to see Robbie again. But Greg, what are we going to do about Al?” “Don’t bring him to dinner! I think Sarah would have a fit if he showed up unannounced.” “But she needs to know he still loves her.” “Yes, she does.” “He looks so darned depressed.” Phil glanced over his shoulder and saw Al making a fuss of Charlie. “I thought he was going to start crying right in front of me.” Greg sighed. “My big butch brother-in-law’s just a softie at heart.” “And very cute.” “Hey…” “Not as cute as you,” Phil said quickly. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t you and Sarah take a stroll in the park. We’re about two hundred yards in from Upas, sitting on a bench on the right hand side. I’ll keep him talking until you show up. It could all be a big surprise. Like fate, you know, drawing them together.” “Oh, I don’t know…” “Greg, they love each other.” “Okay, but if this blows up in our faces, you take the flack!”

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Phil hung up then sauntered back to the bench where Charlie and Al were bonding. “Sorry about that,” Phil said, sitting next to Al. Al nodded, but remained silent, as he rubbed Charlie’s ears. “So, have you decided what you’ll do now?” Phil asked, trying to draw some conversation from Al. Al shook his head. “But if you still love Sa— your wife, shouldn’t you at least tell her that?” Al grunted. “She’d most likely laugh in my face.” “I don’t think so.” “You don’t know her. She’s got a temper like…man, I don’t know like what.” He paused and smiled. “’Course the making up after was always worth the tantrum.” He glanced up at Phil. “Sorry. Too much info, right?” “That’s okay.” Phil cleared his throat. It was now or never. “Listen Al, I know your wife, Sarah.” For a moment, Al’s eyes went slightly out of focus. He stared at Phil as though he were looking right through him, then he frowned, and the rumbling voice that came from somewhere in the pit of his stomach made Phil quake, and Charlie take several backward steps. “You know her? You know my wife?” His eyes narrowed into an accusing glare. “How the hell do you know her? Have you been sneaking into my house since I’ve been gone? You son-of-a—” He stood up, towering over Phil, his big fist raised, ready to punch Phil in the face. Phil scooted back on the bench. “No, no…it’s Greg, I know…Greg…you know, your brother-in-law, Greg. We were on the beach all day today, fu—swimming…swimming and sunning.” Al stared down at him, a puzzled look on his face. “Greg? But he lives in Seattle.” “Right, but he’s here visiting Sarah. He was walking Robbie in the park yesterday, and we kinda bumped into each other, and well…uh…” Al lowered his fist. “Oh, so you’re gay too.” “Yes, I’m gay. So, I wouldn’t have been sneaking into your house—unless it was to see Greg.”

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Al slumped back onto the bench. “Sorry, man. I’ve been going kinda crazy thinking that because of my stupidity, Sarah’s found herself someone else.” “Oh, no she hasn’t. I’m sure of that.” Phil looked down the path and saw Greg and Sarah walking towards them. The moment of truth had arrived. Phil stood up. “Well, I guess I’d better get going. C’mon Charlie.” “Yeah, nice meeting you, Phil.” Al stood up to shake Phil’s hand, but then his gaze went over Phil’s shoulder and landed on Sarah and Greg. Sarah stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at Al, then at Phil, then at Greg. “How could you?” she hissed at her brother. “You brought me here deliberately, didn’t you? You knew he was here, didn’t you?” “Yes, I did,” Greg said, trying to sound firm. “And it’s time you two talked face-to-face instead of yelling at each other on the phone. You still love him and he loves you, so go to it!” He marched over to where Phil stood, still clutching Charlie to his chest. “Come on, Phil,” Greg muttered. “You’ve interfered enough for one day.” “Wh…what?” Phil spluttered. “I like that—” “Come on.” Greg yanked on Phil’s arm and dragged him away, leaving Sarah and Al staring at each other, neither one of them moving or speaking. “Shouldn’t we at least break the ice?” Phil whispered as he was led away. “It’s up to them now,” Greg said. “We’ve done our part.” “You just called it interfering!” “You must have misheard.” He ignored Phil’s gasp of disbelief and turned to look back at where they’d left Sarah and Al. They were now sitting on the bench talking. “Well, that’s a step in the right direction at least,” he said, grinning at Phil. “I guess dinner at Sarah’s is cancelled.” “Huh…and I’m starving—and I haven’t even showered yet!” “So, let’s order in a pizza at your place.”

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Chapter Four

They covered the short walk from the park to Phil’s apartment in record time, both of them fired with the urgency to be alone together again. Once inside, they fell into one another’s arms and kissed for a long time, ignoring Charlie’s frantic attempts to be noticed. When they finally pulled back, panting, they stood locked together, gazing into one another’s eyes, then Greg pulled Phil in for another long kiss. The whimpering from under their feet finally caught their attention. They looked down and laughed at the expression of comic dismay on Charlie’s face. Phil bent and picked him up, trying to avoid doggie kisses. “Oh, who’s feeling neglected?’ he crooned, hugging the Scottie close. Greg wrapped his arms around them both until Charlie tried to wriggle free. Phil put him down. “That’s it. That’s all he ever needs. He’s so darned independent once you give him some attention.” “Not like me,” Greg said, huskily, snuggling into Phil’s arms again. “I can never get enough attention.” “Wait,” Phil croaked. “I really need to shower. I must be ripe by now.” Greg made a show of smelling Phil all over. “Faintly ripe, but with overtones of recent sex and just a hint of more sex to come. Come, get it?” “Oh my God,” Phil groaned. “What have I got here? A nympho homo who tells bad jokes?” “Hey, I resent that. I don’t tell bad jokes.” They chuckled, foreheads pressed together, hands roaming each other’s bodies, clothes being tossed aside. “Can I watch you shower?’ Greg asked in between kisses. “Why don’t you shower with me?” “I just showered, but I’d really like to watch you.” “Okay.” Phil took Greg’s hand and led him into the bathroom. He turned on the hot spray and stepped inside. “Sure you don’t want to join me?” “Just leave the curtain open,” Greg said, stroking himself.

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Phil took a long look at Greg’s hard cock. “I should make this a cold shower,” he joked. “No, don’t do that. I want to see you all hot and soapy. That’s right, Phil. Let me see those hairy armpits. Mmm…I want to lick those…and that chest. I love how the hair just swirls round your nipples.” Phil found himself getting into being watched. While Greg masturbated and tweaked his small stiff nipples, Phil lathered himself up, running the soap over his torso and down into his dark curly pubic hair. His own erection stood out stiff and proud, and he smiled as Greg licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come. Phil did a slow turn then bent over, presenting his ass for Greg’s inspection. He soaped his hairy crack, running his fingers up and down and over his puckered hole. He heard the breath catch in Greg’s throat as the man’s hands quickened their stroking. “Oh, Phil. Oh, I’m coming,” he groaned, and Phil turned in time to see an arc of semen erupt from Greg’s cock and feel it splatter against his thighs. He reached for Greg and dragged him into the shower, holding him pressed against himself as Greg’s body shuddered in his post-orgasm ecstasy. He put his thumb on Greg’s lower lip and pulled it down slightly, then traced the silky flesh inside with the tip of his tongue. Greg moaned, wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck and kissed him with such intensity that Phil found himself on the brink of his own orgasm. “Oh, Jesus,” he murmured, unable to control the surging inside him. Almost blacking out from the force of his orgasm, he clung to Greg, his breath rasping in his throat as he climaxed, his hot cum spraying up between their torsos, coating them both with its slick cream. Greg kissed Phil’s face and neck and held him as his body was wracked with spasm after spasm. “Dear God…Greg,” Phil gasped, sinking to his knees and burying his face in Greg’s crotch, kissing Greg’s semi erect penis, licking the traces of cum lingering there, and massaging his round and inviting butt. Greg stroked Phil’s curly hair, and knelt in front of him, kissing his lips sweetly. They held each other for a long time, letting the hot shower spray cascade over them, then Phil picked up the soap and began to lovingly wash their shared semen from Greg’s chest and abdomen. “Greg,” he whispered. “I don’t want to lose you…”

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“You won’t lose me.” Greg placed a hand on either side of Phil’s face and gazed into his dark blue eyes. “We can work this out, Phil.” Still holding one another, they stood, then rinsed the soap from their bodies. Phil turned off the water and handed Greg a towel. All these actions were accompanied by light kisses and caresses, neither man wanting the euphoria they felt to fade. As Phil patted dry Greg’s back, he said, “You’ve got a bit of a burn on your shoulders. I’ll get some aloe cream for it.” He rummaged in a vanity drawer until he found the tube he wanted. “This is good stuff. It’ll prevent peeling.” Gently, he rubbed the cool cream onto Greg’s shoulders, eliciting a shivering response. Phil chuckled and kissed Greg’s neck. “You getting hungry?” “‘Mmm…getting there.” Greg twisted in Phil’s arms and grinned at him. “How about beer and meat again?” Phil laughed. “Would you settle for beer and pizza for the moment?” Greg hugged him. “Sounds great.” “I’ll call and have one delivered. We can eat out on the balcony. These summer nights are perfect for eating al fresco.” He grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped them on then ran into the living room to pick up his phone and order the pizza. “Any favourite toppings?” he asked. “Just what you order,” Greg replied, following him into the living room. “I’m easy— except for anchovies.” “Yuck, me too. Oh hi, like to order a pizza.” Greg went back into the bedroom to find his pair of shorts he’d discarded earlier. He wondered how Sarah and Al were getting on. At least, there hadn’t been any SOS calls on his cell. He checked just to make sure she hadn’t left a text message. No…nothing. He breathed a soft sigh of relief. Maybe, just maybe, they were back at the house making up for lost time and screwing like bunnies. He could only hope. He walked out into the living room. “I really like this apartment, Phil,” he said, stopping to fuss over Charlie for a moment. “Yeah, I like it too,” Phil answered from the kitchen. “Ready for a beer?”

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“Please.” He looked out the window at the park where they’d met. “Nice view.” He slid the glass door open and stepped out onto the balcony. The gentle night breeze nuzzled at his bare skin like a lover’s kiss. “Mmm…heaven,” he murmured. “Here we are.” Phil handed him a glass of cold beer, clinking the glass with his own. “Here’s to us.” “To us.” He took a long sip, his eyes meeting Phil’s over the rim of the glass. “How d’you suppose Sarah and Al are getting on?” Phil asked. “I was wondering the same thing. Of course, I’m hoping they’ve kissed and made up.” “There’s no reason they shouldn’t. They still love each other.” “True…but Sarah can be stubborn, and she has a temper.” “Al said, but he also said the making up was worth it, sometimes.” “Wow, you and he really bonded in such a short time.” “I think he just needed to talk to someone—anyone. I just happened to be there.” “Yeah. Talk about your long shots.” Greg smiled. “Gives me a good feeling about it though. Almost like it was meant to be.” “Let’s hope so. It would make your life a lot easier, too.” Greg sighed. “Yes. I would love to know he’s looking after her again. He really is a nice guy, Phil.” “I got that impression. He thinks you’re a nice guy too—even though you’re gay.” Greg chuckled. “Yeah, they always have to add that part don’t they? ‘He’s gay, but he’s really nice.’ Emphasis on the but.” Phil grinned at him. “Heteros—they mean well, sometimes.”

**** After the pizza boy had delivered, they sat on the balcony, drinking another beer and munching on the delicious cheese-filled pie. “Good,” Greg mumbled, licking his greasy fingers and giving Phil a hard on. “Mm mmm. Finger lickin’ good.” “I’d like to lick you good,” Phil said, leering at him.

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Greg spread his legs open. “You have my permission. Actually, you don’t need my permission. It’s always going to be there, ready for you.” Without a word, Phil dropped to his knees in front of Greg and pulled down the zipper on his shorts. Greg hadn’t lied. His cock was ready, uncurling itself from Greg’s blond pubic hair and growing hard and erect in front of Phil’s widening eyes. For a moment, he was content to simply gaze at this thing of beauty, throbbing with unspent power. Then he lowered his head to take the tip between his lips, sucking at the slit for traces of pre-cum, then running his tongue around the ridge below the crown. Greg’s hips bucked under him, pushing his cock against Phil’s soft palette and groaning with the pleasure Phil brought him. Phil gripped the waistband of Greg’s shorts and eased them down over his hips. Reluctantly, he released Greg’s cock in order to slip off his shorts, but the prize of seeing Greg totally naked was worth the brief pause. This time he took Greg’s cock in one long, deep devouring motion, burying his nose in the blond hair at the root, and as he swallowed, he felt the trickle of pre-cum on the back of his throat. He inhaled deeply through his nose, pulling in the scent of Greg’s musk overlain with a trace of shower soap. Greg moaned aloud, running his fingers through Phil’s curly hair and arching his body off the chair. Phil fondled Greg’s balls, teasing the soft velvety sac that held them, then using his saliva he moistened his middle finger and probed between Greg’s butt cheeks, finding the small tight hole that opened for him as he thrust forward. “Oh, God.” Greg gasped, his breath rasping in his chest, his writhing body lost in the ecstasy that was overwhelming him, drawing him closer to orgasmic release. With a cry that seemed to be torn from his heart, he came, his semen flooding Phil’s mouth and throat with a hot and salty blast. Phil held Greg in his mouth savouring his essence, stroking his thighs, and caressing the sides of his torso, while he licked at the hard flesh that rested on his tongue. Greg, his body still shuddering from the impact of his climax, passed a shaky hand over Phil’s face. “God, Phil. You are incredible.” Phil grinned up at him. “You’re pretty sensational yourself.” He parted his lips as Greg leaned forward to kiss him. Their kiss was sweet and hot, and filled him with an unquenchable desire. Phil stood up, and pulled Greg into his arms, holding him in a crushing embrace that said more than words ever could.

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“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered. “You know I will.” A low growl from inside the apartment made them both jump, then Phil laughed. “Oh, my God. Charlie’s been watching us all this time.” “And getting jealous, by the sound of things.” Greg pulled his shorts up and slid open the screen door. “Charlie, is it okay with you that I love your master?” Charlie wagged his tail then ran to drag his leash of its hook. “He could care less about that,” Phil said, chuckling. “He just knows it’s time for his walk. And nothing gets in the way of that.”

**** Sometime in the middle of the night, Phil woke up with a sense of panic. He’d been dreaming about lying on golden sands under blue skies and a blazing sun. Greg was there, lying next to him, his skin shining from the lotion Phil had just finished smearing all over him, then suddenly he was gone. The towel he’d been lying on was empty, and when Phil jumped to his feet and looked about him, there was no sign of him, not even a footprint leading away from where he’d been just a second before. Moaning, Phil reached out and sighed with relief as his hand touched warm flesh. He’s still here, he thought, moving closer to Greg and wrapping an arm around him. Greg muttered in his sleep and turned in Phil’s arms, burying his face against Phil’s neck and cuddling close. For some ridiculous reason, that he couldn’t explain at that moment, tears welled in Phil’s eyes, and the gentle kiss he placed on Greg’s forehead filled him with a tenderness he’d never before experienced. Despite all his misgivings about commitment, he loved having this man in his life. Crazy though it seemed after such a short time together he knew that he was going to really hate to see Greg leave for Seattle. Did this mean he was ready to share his life with someone? No, not someone—with Greg. Lying there, holding him, it just seemed so right, so perfect. Surely this was what he wanted…needed. With a sleepy sigh, he tightened his arms around Greg and drifted off into, this time, an untroubled sleep.

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**** Greg woke to the delicious smell of coffee wafting through the apartment. He rolled over and encountered an empty space beside him. Crap, he thought, an early riser! And isn’t this Saturday? It was totally uncivilised to get up before nine o’clock on a Saturday. He peered blearily at the clock on the nightstand. Seven…seven…crap. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up in bed. Of course, Phil had wanted to make the most of this day—the last day they had together. That’s why he was up so darned early. Grumbling, but pleased at Phil’s thoughtfulness, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded to the bathroom to relieve himself. As he washed his hands, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. The bit of colour he’d picked up at the beach certainly helped what he’d always considered his washed out blond look. Living in San Diego for sure had its benefits. Sun and sand, balmy breezes nearly all year long, compared with Seattle’s incessant rain and cloudy skies. He better wait until he was asked before becoming too attached to the place. He borrowed Phil’s comb and ran it through his thick blond hair, trying to get some semblance of order into his bed head look, then he strolled into the living room expecting to see a smiling Phil preparing breakfast. The room was empty. There was a note propped up against the coffee maker. If you wake up before I get back, help yourself to coffee. Just taking Charlie for his morning walk. There’s juice in the fridge. P.

Greg chuckled. And here he’d been thinking…oh well, what had he been thinking? Phil had his morning routine—an early morning routine, because of Charlie. Smiling ruefully, he poured himself a mug of coffee then walked over to the balcony and stepped outside. Jeez, even at seven in the morning, it’s glorious here, he thought. He drank in the sight of the tall pine and eucalyptus trees that guarded the perimeter of the park on the other side of the street. What a treat to have that right on your doorstep. He watched as Phil and a swaggering

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Charlie crossed the street below him. Phil looked up and waved, and Greg, feeling his heart lift at the sight of them, waved back. He went back into the kitchen and poured another mug of coffee for Phil, wondering if he took it black or with cream and sugar. Suddenly, this seemed so right to him. Phil and him, here together, in this apartment. Wait! he told himself. Wait until you’re asked. Sarah…better call her right now. He ran back into the bedroom to retrieve his cell and punched in Sarah’s home number. “’Lo?” It was Al. Greg smiled. “Hey, Al. It’s Greg. How’s it going?” “Hey, Greg. Just fine. Sarah’s in the shower.” “That’s okay. I was just checking in, seeing as how I didn’t come back last night.” “Oh, right. You and that guy in the park…Phil, right?” “Right. Well, I’ll see you later. Tell Sarah I called.” “Will do, Greg…and listen, I really appreciate all you’ve done for Sarah and me.” “No problem, I’m just glad you’re back together again.” Greg closed his cell just as a tail wagging Charlie rushed into the living room followed by a beaming Phil. “Morning, beautiful.” Phil laid a big kiss on Greg’s lips. “Morning.” Greg waved his cell at Phil. “Al stayed over at Sarah’s last night.” “Fantastic!” “Here, I poured you some coffee. You take cream or sugar?” “Just black, thanks. So, that’s a load off your mind, I bet.” “Yes. Now, I can go home knowing she’s in a happier frame of mind.” “Yeah…tomorrow, right?” An awkward silence fell between them, then Phil cleared his throat and said, “I guess you’ll want to spend some time with Sarah today.” “Well, it depends on what she and Al are up to, but I will have to go over there and get some clean clothes.” Phil leaned his hip against the kitchen counter and stared in the blackness of his coffee. “Greg, I know we haven’t talked about this, but I really wish you’d consider moving to San Diego.”

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Greg felt a surge of apprehension at those words. Why? he wondered. Wasn’t this what he wanted? Hadn’t he, only minutes before, felt so at home here, with Phil? But Phil had admitted he’d never had a long term relationship. What if he gave up everything in Seattle and moved here, and it didn’t work out? “Are you asking me to move in with you?” Greg asked, after a long pause. “Uh…well, yeah…we could do that, eventually.” “Eventually? What does that mean exactly?” “Well, when we get to know one another better, is what I meant.” “What better way is there of getting to know one another than by living together?” Greg didn’t miss the flare of panic in Phil’s eyes. “Why are you asking me to move to San Diego, when it’s obvious you’re not ready for a relationship?” “Wait…I really, really like you.” “Last night, you really, really loved me. Now it’s like, and you expect me to give up my job and my life in Seattle on a whim?” “I’m sorry. That didn’t come out right—” “No, it didn’t.” Greg sighed and threw back the last of his coffee. “Look, I’m going over to Sarah’s. I’ll call you later.” “Greg…” Phil put his hand on Greg’s arm. “It’s just too soon to be talking of moving in—” “But it’s not too soon to ask me to move down here? You can’t have it all your way, Phil. I have a say in this too.” He pushed past Phil and went back to the bedroom to get his shirt and shoes. “Thank you for a wonderful day, yesterday,” he said, as Phil watched him throw on his shirt. “I’ll always have great memories of summer in San Diego.” “Greg…don’t be mad.” “I’m not mad. Just kinda disappointed, is all.” He stopped to kiss Phil’s cheek on the way out. “Have a good life.” Phil tried to put his arms around him, but Greg slipped away, closing the door quietly behind him.

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Chapter Five

Two weeks later, and Phil couldn’t seem to shake the vile mood that had hung over him ever since Greg had left. All that day he’d stared at the phone, willing it to ring, and a hundred times he’d reached out to pick it up and call Greg, but he hadn’t. And Greg had not called him. What a waste, he kept telling himself, and what a coward he’d been in letting Greg leave without telling him what was in his heart. What the hell was wrong with him? What was this deep dark fear of commitment he harboured inside his stupid brain? When everything he’d ever wanted in another man had been standing right in front of him, and he’d let it fizzle into just another day in the sun—a summer romance, sweet, sizzling and soon past. But not forgotten. That was the worst of it. Every minute of every hour, his mind was filled with images of Greg—his clear eyed, entrancing smile, the sound of his laughter, and the sensuous touch of his lips. Those memories brought him emotions he’d never thought himself capable of before. He struggled with intermittent moments of rage and despondency, a deep dislike for himself, and an almost overwhelming desire to board the next plane for Seattle and throw himself at Greg’s feet begging forgiveness for being such a royal jerk! But what would Greg make of that? By this time, he’d probably have gotten over the whole thing, breathing sighs of relief that he hadn’t wasted his life on such a worthless piece of shit like Phil Conway who’d asked him to give up everything for a maybe someday. Listlessly, Phil unlocked his apartment door and went through the motions of making a fuss of Charlie. He was almost sure that if Charlie could speak, he’d be telling him to “knock it off”. Such were the long looks the little Scottie would give him when he’d sit moping in front of the TV or stand on the balcony gazing out at the gently waving trees in the park as they caught the setting sun. Anyway, he thought, time for Charlie’s walk. Grabbing the leash, he opened the door and the two of them ran down the stairs and out onto the street. There were only a few people around, so Phil found a bench he could sit and mope on while Charlie ran around attending to his business. Another beautiful early evening in San

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Diego and he was too darned depressed to appreciate it. What good was this warm sensual breeze when there was no one to share it with? When there was no Greg to share it with? For the umpteenth time, Phil relived the moment when he and Greg had met almost at this very spot. His eyes watered at the memory, and he lifted his face to the warmth of the sun, closing his eyes and trying to blot out the vision of Greg and Robbie charging towards them. Despite himself, he felt a small smile curl his lips. “Hi, stranger!” Phil jumped, startled out of reverie and peered up at the woman smiling down at him. “Oh, hi, Sarah.” He stood and offered his hand. “How are you?” “Just great, thanks.” She was holding Robbie’s leash tightly as he tried to get close to Charlie. “Robbie, behave.” “It’s okay,” Phil said. “They’re old friends.” They sat on the bench together. “So, you and Al are hanging in there?” he asked. “Better that that. We’ve been to see a fertility specialist, and Al has been very receptive about it all.” “That’s great. Have you…uh…have you heard from Greg recently?” “Oh, yeah.” Sarah met his eyes dead on. “Phil, what happened between you two? I’d never seen Greg so happy one day then so bummed the next. He couldn’t wait to get away, even wanted to change his flight to an earlier one, but they were all booked.” “I’m afraid that was all my fault.” Sarah nodded. “He said you were like a chameleon.” Phil chuckled. “A chameleon? That’s a nice way of saying an asshole.” “He talks about you every time he calls. Asks if I’ve seen you in the park.” “Does he?” Phil felt the tears well in his eyes again. “Oh, Sarah. I have been such an idiot. It’s just that I panicked, I guess. It was all moving so fast, and I was being a selfish ass, wanting him to move here, but unwilling to commit. I can’t blame him for wanting to get as far away from me as possible.” “Phil.” Sarah put a gentle hand on his arm. “Greg loves you. He asked me never to tell you that if I should see you, but it’s obvious to me that you love him, too.” “Yeah, I do love him, and I miss him more than I ever thought it was possible for me to miss anyone.”

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“Well then, what are you going to do about it?” “Could you look after Charlie for a couple of days?” Sarah smiled. “I think I can do that.”

**** Phil looked anxiously out of the cab window at the towering block of apartments Sarah had given him as Greg’s address. The flight from San Diego to Seattle had been delayed for three hours, and it was now almost sunset—not that he could tell under all those grey clouds that loomed over the city. He jumped out, shouldered his overnight bag, paid the cabbie and made his way up the steps to the front door. “Apartment 605,” he muttered to himself looking at the directory on the wall. He hesitated, his finger poised over the buzzer button. What if Greg wouldn’t let him in. What if he told him to go to hell? Just at that moment, a young woman brushed by him and opened the door with an electronic card. “Coming in?” she chirped at him. So much for security, Phil thought, holding the door for her and slipping in. He followed her to the elevator. “Which floor?” she asked. “Six.” “Oh, mine too. Visiting a friend?” “I hope so…I mean…yeah, kind of a surprise visit.” The girl gave him an appraising look. “I’m sure it’ll be a nice surprise.” “Hope so.” They got off the elevator, and she waved his goodbye. Nice people in Seattle, he thought, walking slowly down the corridor, glancing left and right at the door numbers. Here it is. His stomach roiled with a sick apprehension as he raised his hand to knock on the door. Oh, Jesus…don’t let him punch me on the nose when he sees me standing here. He knocked. After a few seconds, he heard the door being unlocked, then it was swung open and Greg, his eyes wide with shock, stared at him, looking as beautiful as Phil remembered. His blond hair was tousled, his eyes a little bleary from the nap he’d obviously been taking, and his clothes were rumpled—and, Phil thought with elation, he looked adorable.

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“Phil,” he gasped. Then he reached out and grabbed Phil and pulled him inside and held him in an embrace that threatened to break every bone in Phil’s body. “Oh, I can’t believe it,” he cried. “You’re here. You’re actually here.” He pushed his face into the crook of Phil’s neck, and Phil felt the wetness of his tears on his skin, and his heart was so close to bursting with joy it was almost painful. “Oh, Greg,” he whispered. “Can you forgive me for being such an ass?” Greg’s mouth on his was his answer. The kiss they shared went on and on, searing their souls together. Neither man was willing to break this delicious, desire invoking bond, not even for a second. But when the need to breathe again took hold, they broke apart, eyes streaming, faces split in smiles of happiness, then they started all over again…

Later, their warm and sated bodies pressed and locked together, their whispered conversation took place. “What made you change your mind?” Greg asked. “I met Sarah in the park, and she told me you still loved me.” “She did? I asked her not to…” “I know, but she said it was obvious that I loved you too.” “Well, she was right. I do love you. I’ve missed you every hour of every day that we’ve been apart.” Phil sighed and kissed Greg’s lips. “I can’t tell you how miserable I’ve been. I’ve missed you so much. And, Greg…I want us to live together.” “Are you sure?” “Very sure. I love you. I want you in my life. I need you.” He stroked Greg’s chest as he spoke. “You know, sometimes you’re given the chance of a lifetime, and sometimes you have to take the chance of a lifetime… I’m willing to take that chance, if you are.” Greg smiled into Phil’s eyes. “I am so willing. How long are you staying?” “Well, Sarah’s looking after Charlie for two nights.” “Two nights? Well, my boy, you’d better start making up for lost time. Less talk, more action!”

About the Author J.P. Bowie was born in Scotland and toured British theatres in numerous musical shows including Stephen Sondheim’s Company. Emigrated to the States and worked in Las Vegas, Nevada for the magicians Siegfried and Roy as their Head of Wardrobe at the Mirage Hotel. Currently living in Henderson, Nevada.

Email: [email protected] J.P. loves to hear from readers. You can find his contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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