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Part Four
Saturday May 25, 2002.
Somewhere in the great north woods of Washington State.
(Blair's POV)
"So, do you guys do much fishing?" I asked Greg as we walked together through the woods. We were taking the time to get to know each other a little better. Jim and Gil were back at the campsite at the stream. Fishing isn't really my thing. When it's just the two of us, I do it because he loves it, but hiking is really more my style.
I was a little pissed at Jim. He had invited Gil and Greg to join us on our vacation without asking me first. He knew I wanted to talk about what's bothering him. He only invited them so we wouldn't be alone together. He's got some issues and he wants to avoid talking about them for as long as possible. He has avoided talking about it since Tuesday night. We didn't have time to talk on Wednesday night because we had to go in to the station and finish off some paperwork. By the time we got home we were both beat and just fell in bed and slept the sleep of the dead. On Thursday night we were packing for the camping trip. Jim must have checked our gear over three times, just like he doesn't get things like that right on the first try. He was just wasting time, so we couldn't talk.
So now we're off in the woods and we still can't talk about it because we have company. Well I'm going to make the best of it. I like Greg. He's funny and smart. Not to mention attractive, but I don't want to go there. Its thinking like that, that's got Jim all closed off.
Greg and I spent much of the day together yesterday. We had actually gotten a late start on Friday. Jim usually likes to leave for these camping weekends at the ungodly hour of four AM. But we slept in a little and didn't get on the road until ten o'clock. After we got to the cabin and got all the gear unpacked, Jim and Gil headed right for the stream, fishing rods firmly in hand, off to catch dinner. Greg and I were feeling lazy, so we just sat around and talked.
Just telling stories. I told him how Jim and I met, obfuscating a little bit of course. About how I saved him from being run down by the garbage truck. He told me about his first night at the lab. We exchanged stories about the first time we had seen a dead body. I told him about getting my doctorate in anthropology, the second time that is. I didn't go into the whole mess with my first dissertation. I told him I was currently working towards a Master's in psychology, and he told me he was thinking about going for his doctorate in biochemistry.
We got to know each other pretty well that afternoon, at least our public persona's. Neither one of us said much about our relationships.
Greg responds to my question. "No, I'm not really much of an outdoorsman. More of a big city kind of guy. We have gone out on Lake Mead a couple of times. But that really wasn't about fishing if you know what I mean."
I grinned. "Yes, I do. These camping trips are usually about reconnecting with each other for us."
"That sounds kind of strange considering you work together and live together. Wouldn't think you would need to reconnect."
I sighed. "That's different. You know we can't be 'out' at the station, or in public. And with work and me going to school, we don't always connect at home. Out here it's so peaceful. No distractions. No bigoted people in our way. Just us and nature."
"Man, I'm so sorry we're intruding. Gil accepted the invitation without asking me first."
"No, it's alright. You and Gil aren't bigots. It will be good for you and Gil to reconnect a bit, also." I laughed. "Besides if I play this right, I can make Jim feel guilty about inviting you guys without asking me first and he'll feel the need to make it up to me."
"Manipulative son of a bitch, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah. Ellison's definitely whipped. He just doesn't know it."
"Still, you were probably looking forward to spending time alone with him. I know I wanted to get Gil off somewhere by ourselves." Greg said, a little wistfully.
"Sounds like we're intruding on your vacation, too."
"It's okay. It's just�well� I had stuff I wanted to talk to him about."
"I know what you mean. Jim's been avoiding me for a few days now. Something's brewing in his head that he's not ready to talk about. You know that might be why he invited you two along. So I wouldn't be able to badger him into talking."
Greg chuckled. "Our men are really a lot alike. Don't you think?"
"Middle aged, repressed, law enforcement types? Yeah, two peas in a pod."
We found a fallen log at the edge of a clearing and sat for a while.
(Greg's POV)
"So what did you need to talk to Gil about? If you don't mind me asking?"
I sighed. I wasn't sure I wanted to talk about our personal stuff with a stranger. But Blair wasn't exactly a stranger. I felt a certain kinship with him. We were in similar situations in our lives. Maybe more similar than it appears on the surface. I decided to trust him.
"Our sex life." I answered him.
"Uh-oh. Problems?"
"Nothing major. At least I didn't think it was major."
"Anything to do with Jim?'
Hmmm, my suspicions might be correct. "I was a little jealous when I met him. But I got over that pretty quickly."
"So what's the problem?" He asks me.
I don't think I want to answer that question directly yet, "How open minded are you guys?"
"I like to think I'm very open minded. Jim, however is a little repressed." Then he gets this halfway startled, halfway intrigued look on his face. "What, exactly, are you getting at Greg?"
I give him my best, sultry, sexy grin. "I have an idea..."
(Jim's POV)
I wound up spending Saturday morning with Gil, fishing in the stream, just like we spent Friday afternoon. We talked more about what had happened to us in the twelve years since San Francisco. Blair and Greg were off somewhere in the woods. Blair always did like hiking more than fishing. I'm a little uneasy about them being alone together, but I guess that�s my fault. If I hadn't invited Gil and Greg on our vacation I could be alone with him right now. But then he would want to talk.
It was about noon when I noticed movement downstream from us. Looking over, I saw Blair and Greg sitting on the small dock, talking to each other. I didn't want to invade their privacy, so I kept my hearing to myself. However, that didn't stop me from dialing up my sight to watch how the sunlight brought out the red and gold highlights in my Guide's warm brown tresses. The light seemed to dance through his hair as the gentle wind tossed it around.
Blair must have felt my gaze, for he looked up at me. His blue eyes caught mine and I let myself get lost in the depths. I don't know how long I stood there before I heard Gil's voice near me, and pulled myself back into the real world.
"I wonder what they're up to."
Frowning, I glanced at Gil. "Why do they have to be up to something?"
"It just seems like they've gotten awfully close, awfully fast. And Greg has been wearing a smug smile the past couple of days. He's making me nervous."
Catching Gil's nervousness, I turned back to the two younger men and saw Greg reach out and gently cup Blair's cheek. I looked over to see if Gil had caught that. From the expression on his face I could tell that he had.
"What the hell was that Gil? Is he usually so touchy feely with people he just met?" I asked with some heat in my voice.
"Sometimes. Calm down, it was just one touch."
We both looked up in time to see Blair return Greg's caress's and move closer to him.
Gil said. "Your guy seems to be pretty forward too. What's that about?"
We continued to watch as Greg reached out to Blair again, this time running a hand through that long curly hair and coming to rest on Blair's shoulder. Blair began to toy with Greg's shirt buttons. I was stunned. My lover was making a pass at another man. I stared at them for a moment, and then I began to laugh. Gil looked at me as if I had lost my mind.
"This is funny?" Gil said sarcastically.
"No, this is payback." I replied. "We were so wrapped up with each other that first day. And we spent a lot of time together yesterday. I think they're just trying to get our attention."
"It worked." Gil replied. He got this thoughtful expression. "You know, this might not be just about payback. It could also be about fantasy fulfillment."
"Okay, you're gonna have to explain that one."
"Greg tells me some of his fantasies. Just sometimes, when I've been neglecting him, or when he wants to get me worked up."
"A sweet young thing like that in your bed and you need something else to get you worked up?"
"Hey, be nice Ellison. Sometimes I just work too hard. He makes sure I take time out for myself and for us. So he tells me his fantasies. And after that first day we were here he told me he was turned on by thoughts of us together. He also asked me if I had ever imagined him with someone else."
"So they're acting out one of Greg's fantasies?"
We watched as Greg leaned over and began nuzzling at Blair's neck. "Yes, that would be my guess" Gil replied.
"The one where you watch him with another man?"
"Yes, that would be the one."
"You know, Blair said something about being turned on by thoughts of you and me also. He wanted to talk about it, but I closed him out."
"Yes, I did the same thing with Greg."
We continued to watch as Blair and Greg got increasingly friendly with each other. Touching each other's hair and faces and unbuttoning shirts. They were taking their time. No heavy overt moves yet.
Gil considered. "You know, they're probably expecting us to stop them."
My attention was focused on my lover. I could scent Blair's arousal. I could see the pink flush on his cheeks, and his heartbeat and breathing were increasing. Greg was in the same condition. But were they aroused because they were playing with each other, or because they knew their lovers were watching? Probably a little of both.
I turned back to Gil. "Do you want to stop them?"
"Honestly, watching them is kind of turning me on."
I chuckled. "Reality better than the fantasy?"
"Oh yeah. And it's also a challenge now. I mean, what if we don't stop them, like they're expecting us too? How far are they willing to take it?"
I made the decision then to let this little game run it's course. I trusted Blair. I knew that he loved me, and I assumed that Gil and Greg had the same kind of relationship. I let my libido have full control, then.
"Why don't we find out?" I let my voice drop into a low, sexy growl that I knew would send chills down Gil's spine.
He gasped. "Jim, you know I used to love it when you talk like that."
I stepped behind Gil and wrapped my arms around his waist. I leaned in and whispered in his ear in the same low voice. "Used to?"
Gil shuddered as he reacted to my voice and he leaned back into my body. We looked downstream to see how Greg and Blair were doing.
(Blair's POV)
Despite Greg's caresses, I was still half-focused on Jim and wondering what he was thinking about our display. Taking a glance upstream, I was amazed to see Jim embracing Gil from behind, whispering in the other man's ear. I pulled away from Greg. "I don't think they're gonna stop us."
Greg looked toward our lovers. "Well, it seems like they're enjoying the show. Let's step things up a bit, shall we?" He leaned over and kissed me. Startled, I drew back.
"You think we should?"
Greg's eyes were half lidded as he gave me a slow smile. "I certainly wouldn't mind�"
(Greg's POV)
I couldn't finish my sentence as Blair suddenly returned the kiss. He continued to unbutton my shirt, letting his fingers brush against my skin. I shivered before yanking it off. Blair's hands were too talented to waste on cotton. I wanted them on my skin even as my hands wanted to touch his hair. I let my fingers thread through the soft strands as I pulled him into another kiss. This time I let my tongue dart out. He opened to the kiss, his tongue meeting mine hesitantly at first. I thrust my tongue into his warm wet mouth, reveling in his taste as his tongue became bolder. I knew Gil was watching us, and the realization that this fantasy is coming true was turning me on. Getting bold, I wrapped my arms around Blair's waist and lay back on the sun-baked wood, pulling him on top of me.
(Blair's POV)
I finally had to break the kiss when I started to feel oxygen deprived. I took in a few gulps before latching onto the smooth skin of his neck, sucking hard. It drew a moan from him, and I let up from the kiss to raise myself up on my outstretched arms to gaze down at him. He was breathing in short, panting gasps and his face was flushed. I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my thigh. Grinning down at Greg, I repositioned my hips and ground down on him. I was rewarded with another groan from him.
(Greg's POV)
I grabbed hold of Blair's shirt and practically ripped it off him to be able to feel his bare skin against mine. When it was off, I flipped us over and leaned down for another kiss, Blair's chest hair teasing my erect nipples. God, it felt so good, and I rocked my hips against his. I could feel his cock rub against mine, even through both our jeans.
I licked a trail down Blair's chest, stopping to flick over an erect nub of nipple, stroking my hands down the sides of his torso while my tongue traced patterns across his stomach. I dipped into his navel, startling a gasp of laughter out of the other man. The laughter turned into a moan of pleasure as my hand cupped his crotch and firmly squeezed his cock. I smiled up at him as I reached up and unbuttoned his jeans. As I reached for the zipper, I glanced over to where Jim and Gil were standing and was momentarily distracted from what I was doing with Blair.
(Gil's POV)
Both Jim and I were incredibly turned on by our partner's lascivious actions. We had stripped of our clothes and moved closer, now standing no more then ten feet away from where our lovers were writhing together on the dock. We had resumed the same position, with Jim standing behind me, except now Jim's erect prick was nestled between my bare ass cheeks and his hand was wrapped around my naked erection, stroking me lightly, while we watched our lovers performance. I watched in fascination as Greg unzipped Blair's jeans and drew them down his legs, Blair's cock springing free and nearly hitting Greg in the face. Greg's eyes meet mine and my young lover flashed me a brilliant smile as he lowered his head over Blair's cock. I saw Greg's tongue lick over the tip. I knew from experience that Greg liked to tease a bit while he was giving head, and this time was no different. My own cock twitched in Jim's grasp as I watched Greg licking Blair's erection, running his wicked tongue from the base to the crown, before drawing the head into his mouth.
(Blair's POV)
I gasped as Greg sucked me. I began to thrust my hips, trying to get more of my cock into Greg's mouth. Greg backed off a bit, teasing, trying to draw out the pleasure.
"Greg stop teasing."
"Patience, sweetheart, I'm just trying to put on a good show."
I turned my head to see Jim and Gil watching us with rapt expressions on their faces. I saw that Jim was stroking Gil's erection. I could only assume that Jim's cock was in the same state of arousal.
"Lets make it worth watching, then. Take your pants off and flip around here."
Greg shimmied out of his jeans and knelt over me, his hard cock dangling over my face. He leaned down and took me into his mouth as he felt me suck him in. we continued to work each other's cocks while our lovers watched us. I stopped sucking long enough to wet two fingers in my mouth. I eased the fingers into Greg, searching for the small gland inside. When I found it, Greg screamed and came. The vibrations from his scream set me off too, and we continued to suck gently enjoying the aftershocks of our orgasms.
(Jim's POV)
I saw Greg rolled off of Blair with a contented sigh. Gil and I moved to the end of the dock to join them. I pulled Blair to his knees and wove my hands into the long curly hair. I pulled him forward, shoving my hard cock down Blair's welcoming throat. He stroked my buttocks as he sucked me. I was close, very close and Blair was doing his best to send me over the edge. He sucked strongly on the cock he knew so well, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue around the head on each out stroke. I groaned as I felt Blair's tongue working his magic. I dialed up my sense of touch to get the full effect of Blair's wonderful mouth. His strong hands were kneading my ass, and as I felt his fingers brush against my small opening, I moaned and came down my lover's throat. I fell to his knees and gathered the smaller man to me in a hug that threatened to break his ribs. I captured Blair's mouth in a fierce kiss, tasting my own and Greg's essence and Blair's own flavor.
"Do you think you might want to talk now? About possibly, occasionally having other people in our bed?" Blair asked me.
"Yeah I think we might need to talk about that." I answered with a brilliant grin.
(Gil's POV)
I knelt down between Greg's wide spread thighs. He looked up at me with an impudent grin.
"Something I can do for you?" He asked me.
I growled in response. I lifted Greg's legs onto my shoulders and plunged my aching erection into his stretched opening. I was coming before I even got half way in. I thrust strongly twice, three times as I emptied myself into my young lover. I let Greg's legs slide off my shoulders as I slumped forward, bonelessly. I felt Greg's arms encircle me and felt the gentle kisses on my temple and the side of my face.
"Seems like you do enjoy seeing me with someone else."
"You know, you might be sorry about starting this fantasy thing Greg."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Well, I haven't used the cuffs on you yet. And I did just buy that new brass bedframe."
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