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| Breaing Waves; Rob/Kirk go on a surfing/camping trip! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 6 2011, 01:53 AM (468 Views) | |
| kirks_wife | Jan 6 2011, 01:53 AM Post #1 |
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Kirk pulled up outside Rob’s Hotel in Honolulu. He saw Rob’s shape moving behind the glass of the foyer: his surf boards were packed in a long purple and black padded Rip Curl bag, already sitting on the concierges’ golden luggage trolley. Rob had surfed many times in Hawaii before, but never with Kirk’s expert local guidance: he’d promised to show him the best spots in the island of Oahu. Kirk’s white van was already filled with his own boards, their tent, a crate of 24 beers, and two acoustic guitars for good measure. Kirk figured there would be plenty of opportunity for a beachside jam. Kirk stepped from the van, leaving the engine running as Rob emerged from the hotel foyer, and with a brotherly hug, embraced his friend. ‘Hey man!’ Kirk smiled warmly, drawing his bandmate into a close hug. ‘Ready for a road trip? I thought I’d take you east to my place at Waimanalo and then we’ll follow the road west around the island. There’s some great bays that hardly anyone surfs at, we should be able to get some decent waves.’ ‘Awesome man!’ Rob smiled jumping into the front passenger seat. It was a hot day already at 10am, and the sun bounced blindly off the van’s white exterior. Rob was a man of few words, but Kirk knew he appreciated it all. He couldn’t wait to show his friend the waves on the picturesque drive around the island. Rob eyed Kirk’s haul in the backseat and hoped the tent was big enough for their travelling party. They drove slowly beachside through Honolulu, scanning the tanned beauties in bikini’s walking the streets towards the beach. They both eyed the parade silently thinking without sharing the same guilty thoughts: Wow, I’d bang her. Fuck! Look at her! She’s hot dude... Rob wanted to observe out loud but didn’t know what Kirk would think of him. ‘So how many girls are we picking up? Rob asked, clearly on topic. Kirk grinned widely. ‘No girls today bro, just me and you!’ Rob’s face checked Kirk’s twice. He hadn’t been imagining it, he was sure just the night before on the phone Kirk had promised him the company of at least two hot local girls to join them on their trip. What the fuck else was he supposed to do at night? Toast marshmallows with Kirk? He wriggled into his chair with concern. Okay, he supposed he could handle man camping with just Kirk. On the way to Waimanolo, Rob’s eyes took in all the beauties he could see... They arrived later that afternoon at a small bay Kirk had been talking about on their drive around the island. It was secluded alright, only two other surfers were on the entire beach, compared to the thousands on the main beaches. ‘The swell here’s pretty awesome man’ Kirk said, shielding his eyes from the sun. He pointed to the furthest point of the rocky bay. ‘The waves crash pretty hard over there dude, so watch out for the rocks’ he advised. Rob nodded. He had spied the only girls on the beach already: a blonde in a white bikini, and a caramel skinned girl with black curls. Damn, he wished they had girls with them on this trip. Standing only slightly shielded at the back of Kirk’s van, Kirk stripped nude, and stepped into his wetsuit. Rob stood slightly astonished, he was still in his boxers, and putting his own wetsuit on over them. He caught sight of Kirk, he’d not deliberately seen his friend nude. He blushed and turned away, wriggling his wetsuit up around his waist. Shit man, don’t let him see your face, he’ll fucking know you saw his dick! Kirk turned to Rob, his zip hanging. ‘Dude, can you zip me up?’ Rob turned with embarrassment, hoping Kirk was now dressed. Kirk’s wetsuit hung at his waist, and Rob’s shaking hands pulled the zip quickly up Kirk’s nude back. ‘Thanks bro!’ Kirk turned quickly, facing Rob’s nude and muscular chest. Rob was glad his long black hair covered the redness of his face; he seemed to hesitate. Shit! Is Kirk checking me out?!‘If you turn around I’ll zip you up’ Kirk offered kindly. Rob exhaled a little, relieved. Don’t be so fucking paranoid! Rob told himself, There’s nothing gay about two guys getting changed to go surfing...Kirk zipped Rob’s wetsuit midway up his back before hesitating. ‘Dude, your hair’s stuck in the zipper, hang on.’ Kirk’s smooth hands collected Rob’s hair around his neck in a ponytail, and brushed it over his shoulder, clear of the zip. Kirk zipped him up the rest of the way and gave Rob a gentle pat on the back. ‘You’re all good bro!’ Rob was breathless. ‘Hey look out there!’ Kirk’s jubilant voice saved Rob from gasping. He could still feel Kirk’s hands on his back smoothing his hair...Kirk pointed down the middle of the beach to a row of enormous white frothing breakers. ‘Yeah man!’ Rob smiled. There were some great waves pounding fast onto the beach. The wind had picked up, and was caressing the ocean spray to the east. ‘Let’s go catch those waves!’ Kirk urged, slamming the van boot shut. Together, the two of them ran down the beach to the surf. There was a joyous urgency about Kirk, Rob had not witnessed before. Even on stage, when Kirk’s face was lit up playing his energetic solos, he’d not seen Kirk so full of life, so enthusiastic about something as he was now about catching these waves with his friend. Kirk jumped headlong into the knee deep surf with his board and paddled fast out to the first wave. Rob followed, but Kirk made it over the first breaker without him. He bobbed under and then saw Kirk’s board bobbing another two waves out. Kirk sat on his board, turning his head behind him watching for the approaching wave. Rob joined him in the rough surf. ‘You gotta watch your back out here!’ Kirk yelled. Another wave tumbled over Rob’s head before he could roll onto his board and join Kirk’s side. Rob felt Kirk’s strong hand underwater pull his arm onto his board. His body followed, and Rob straddled his board surprised at Kirk’s strength. The two of them sat alone in the ocean, their legs treading water and their heads checking behind them for approaching waves. The next was only one swell away. Kirk made to his knees. ‘I’m gonna take this one!’ he announced, and his board turned in the white water as he caught the rolling surf. Rob watched his friend disappear over the top of the wave and enter the breaking curl, sliding inside the ocean spray. Rob was impressed, Kirk was a good surfer, he knew when to take his shot. Rob was so busy watching Kirk in awe, that an approaching breaker nearly knocked him from his board. He held onto his board and rode out the wave where he was. Down the beach in the shallower waters, Kirk yelled to his friend. ‘Why didn’t you take that one bro?!’ Kirk gestured to the break wave Rob had woefully missed. Rob realised that Kirk’s smooth rubber body had distracted him beyond belief. After an hour of the most exhausting surfing session Rob could remember, they two men lay on the wet sand on their backs, unable to move. It had been a combination of the new beach and the breaking waves Rob was unfamiliar with, and Kirk’s local skill outshining him with embarrassing form. And Rob couldn’t stay afloat long enough to catch a wave with Kirk in charge. His eyes had stayed firmly on his friend. He noticed just how thin Kirk’s body was in a skin-tight suit. ‘Want a beer?’ Kirk asked finally. They lay panting on the beach, their boards still attached to their ankles by a salty Velcro strap. ‘Fuck yeah!’ Rob moaned, his head flopped back onto the sand. He knew eventually he would have to summon the energy to drag himself up the beach and change. His mind flipped back to Kirk’s nude torso in the parking lot once more...He couldn’t take his mind of the body he’d seen earlier..Kirk’s flames licked around his hips, and the birthdate ‘Made in San Francisco’ tattoo he had always assumed was a semi-circle, in fact, made its way into a full circle finishing above Kirk’s dick... He couldn’t even think it, Kirk was his friend! But he couldn’t shake it from his mind. Kirk had been flushed and erect when he had seen him. Rob’s chest skipped a little as Kirk returned with four beers. Two each, and they were cold and thankful. Rob lay in a nervous, excitable mess on the wet sand savouring his beer for nearly two hours, before he could summon the courage to join Kirk behind the van and change again. |
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| kirks_wife | Jan 6 2011, 03:13 AM Post #2 |
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Later that evening, they sat on the grass outside their tent they had successfully erected. It was 10pm and nearing the end of the summer light. Kirk has shined his board with wax while they talked, and Rob played a steel string acoustic guitar Kirk had brought along for the ride. Kirk loved Rob’s flamenco playing, and he sensed Rob was showing off for him just a little. His fingers were moving faster on the frets than usual, and he was trying out a particularly difficult technique: a quadruple flamenco slap for every accented beat. Kirk paused to watch his bandmate play: Rob was one of the most gifted guitarists he had ever met, and not just on the bass. ‘Dude! That’s insane!’ Kirk cooed. He didn’t hide how impressed he was. ‘Do that again? That last part?’ Kirk swooned. Rob’s face blushed a deep red once more and demonstrated again the fast improvised solo he’d just played. ‘Shit man, that’s cool!’ Kirk repeated. He had stopped waxing his board to watch Rob play. Kirk had overwaxed his board for the past hour for an excuse to watch Rob. His board was slippery enough for tomorrow. Kirk wiped his oily hands on his shorts. ‘Are you hungry?’ he asked, standing to take the freezer bin from the van. He produced a bunch of bananas, a bag of apples, and a plastic wrapped pile of sandwiches. Rob smirked. Kirk’s wife had made them sandwiches! Kirk handed Rob the first wrapped pile of four and they sat together on the hill overlooking the ocean they had surfed earlier than day. They ate in silence for a minute looking out to the sea, rolling and breaking in the distance. ‘Mmmm! These are good!’ Rob began. It was more of an ice-breaker than anything else. He’d not seen Kirk’s wife Lani since his last visit to Hawaii, and right now he wished they had her company. Any female company, God damn it! He had been looking forward to an illicit weekend with a hot beach babe, and even after promising he had known a few local girls keen to come along for a ride, Kirk had denied him even that. Rob thought longingly instead of his wife back home. His thoughts were broken by Kirk’s hand on his shoulder. Rob winced a little, his right shoulder was troublesome. ‘Did you hurt your shoulder out there today man?’ Kirk asked. Rob felt his back pounding as Kirk’s hand smoothed his skin testing for a sore spot. His hands were smooth from the surf board wax and Rob understood how his friend’s hands were so soft and skilful. ‘Yeah’ Rob admittedly, twirling his shoulder. ‘Here, let me try’ Kirk offered. Rob sat on the grass as Kirk stood behind him; his hands working deep into his aching skin. Kirk’s fingers, still oily from the wax, had found the sore spot and Rob moaned involuntarily outloud. Kirk had sourced his friend’s weakness and took note. ‘Is that good?’ Kirk asked softly. Rob moaned a little more, his eyes closed to focus on the deep pressure of Kirk’s fingers working his shoulder-blade and inner neck. Kirk’s knees pressed against his back. ‘Turn your head to the right for me?’ Kirk asked. Kirk stretched Rob’s neck gently to the right, his friend’s face resting on his thigh, dangerously close to his groin. Rob didn’t dare to open his eyes, he knew his friend’s body was pressing urgently against his face. It was a calm suggestion, Kirk was not urging Rob, but he was there for the taking if he wanted him. Rob managed a gentle peak, opening his eyes. Kirk’s shorts were tight and peaking only a few inches from his friend’s mouth. Rob breathed deeply to steady himself. Kirk’s hands were now holding his head with both hands, massaging the crown and turning Rob’s head towards his begging groin. Rob’s mind raced frantically. He knew without a doubt what Kirk was asking of him. Kirk’s head was dropped now watching Rob’s closed eyes and open mouth making the decision...Kirk’s hands had slowed on his friend’s head. All focus was lost on Rob’s shoulder. Rob made the move to accept Kirk’s offer. His shaking hand raised to Kirk’s shorts and stroked the fabric gently as if it were fragile. Kirk breathed fast in appreciation, his heart raced with the realisation that his suggestion had been accepted by his friend. Rob’s face was still closed shut, his body stunned into a slow and frozen pose. Kirk stepped a little closer to face Rob: his groin ready for the taking. Rob’s lips brushed the fabric of Kirk’s shorts, showing his willingness to test the length of Kirk’s aching dick. Both knew what each other wanted. Kirk’s hands tugged his own drawstring free, and loosened his shorts for his friend. They slid slowly down his legs until Kirk stood naked, waiting for his friend to take the next courageous step. Kirk stroked Rob’s head of dark hair in encouragement, and his mouth made contact with the smooth and hardening flesh of his friend’s cock. Kirk let out a delicious slow groan, his cock jerking quickly hard in his friend’s mouth. Rob carried on with eager intent, his large mouth taking Kirk completely in his mouth, surprised at himself and the excitement he was feeling. Just 10 hours earlier, he’d have never thought.... Kirk’s eager voice slipped into an open moan with every breath. His body was responding quickly to Rob’s mouth and he knew he would soon burst. It had been so long since he’d had the company of a man, and he’d long been desiring Rob’s body. He was desperate too to see his friend’s own erect reaction. Rob now faced Kirk on his knees, sucking Kirk in almost violent turns. Kirk’s hips bucked in appreciation, return the favour he squeezed his own balls in encouragement. Kirk’s voice turned to jibberish as he neared his own excited peak. ‘Rob I’mgonnafuckingcome, ohmyfuckinggod!’ he moaned. He was quite right and Rob was not afraid of him. Kirk’s sudden release set him into an urgent relief of his own. He felt his own shorts wetting at the excitement of Kirk’s pale cum skimming down his tongue and dropping to his chest. ‘Oh my God!’ Kirk moaned. He shook himself in his hand to releave the last of himself. Rob sat panting in surprise at his own courage. The night had taken them both by surprise. ‘Shall we head to bed?’ Kirk suggested gently. |
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| kirks_wife | Jan 6 2011, 04:27 AM Post #3 |
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‘You can touch me more if you want’ Kirk offered, ‘Or if you like, I can do for you what you just did for me’ Kirk suggested gently. Rob’s face nodded, his eyes were still closed. It wasn’t clear which option he had chosen. Kirk initiated a combination of both, sliding his hand down his friend’s muscular chest toying with the ties on Rob’s shorts, and taking hold of Rob’s nervous hand to stroke him hard once more. Rob’s skin jumped to Kirk’s touch, but enjoyed the rhythm of his friend’s hand. Kirk searched out and rolled Rob’s large dick in his hand, his mind frantic wondering how much of this game his friend wanted to indulge in. Rob’s hand enjoyed teasing Kirk’s willing size, and soon, Kirk talking Rob out of his board shorts and the two of them lay naked together, tugging each other gently. After a short while, Kirk paused. He’d caught Rob’s eyes open a little, and he wanted to appeal to him with an offer. ‘Rob? Do you want me to suck your dick?’ Kirk asked expertly. He’d not had a reply to his earlier question. Rob’s voice shuddered in fear. ‘Shit, uhhh...yeah I do’ he whispered, the words barely making it out of his mouth. Kirk’s hand had smoothed Rob’s enormous cock into a vibrant erection. Kirk was doing his best not to beg to suck him off. Kirk slid slowly down the mattress to find Rob body willing and ready. He straddled his friends legs and took the head of his cock in his mouth, tugging it stiffly upwards. Rob moaned openly in surprise and delight, no doubt the first time a man had taken his cock in their mouth. It electrified him even more than his wife. Kirk continued, rolling Rob’s hard dick in his mouth, his mouth creating friction just the way he liked himself. Rob’s size was a challenge, he was growing still larger and larger and Kirk couldn’t take him fully in his mouth. It was clear it was what he wanted from his lover, Kirk was trying to take as much of him as he could. He withdrew to catch a breath. ‘Wow, man...’ Kirk smiled. Rob opened his eyes to catch Kirk’s face. He was as thankful as Kirk had hoped so far. ‘More?’ Rob asked weakly. ‘I wanna come...’ he pleaded with Kirk. Kirk took his friend in both hands, holding his large shaft in his hands, lowering his mouth once more, taking the rest of him. Rob groaned appreciatively as Kirk worked him. His cock was still growing in his mouth and he wondered what it was gonna take to make him fully erect. He had never had a man so large before. Rob’s chest tightened and his body froze for a minute, before his milky release covered Kirk’s chest and his own thigh in relief. ‘Oh!!’ he moaned for himself, but the success was for them both. Kirk relaxed and lay next to Rob once more. He wanted to kiss his friend passionately, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be up for it. Kirk’s hand turned Rob’s cheek towards his, seeing his eyes both open and honest for the first time that night. Kirk breathed longing into Rob’s mouth and his friend accepted his kiss. For a short while, Rob returned his lover’s mouth before breaking apart. He shuffled away from Kirk’s body on the small mattress. He needed some air. He took a deep gasp and hurriedly left the tent. |
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| kirks_wife | Jan 6 2011, 05:10 AM Post #4 |
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At first, Kirk didn’t follow Rob. Kirk knew he was the reason his friend needed air. But after 15 minutes of lying alone with his racing thoughts, Kirk left the tent in search of Rob. He found him with a towel around his waist, sitting on the pale sandy beach, drinking a cold beer. His face was staring in a trance out to sea. Kirk sat quietly beside him and the two of them looked into the same abyss for a while. Rob didn’t acknowledge Kirk for a while, but eventually, he turned to face him, his face streaming in confusion. ‘Sorry’ he said simply. His face was pale and his head was confused. Kirk didn’t interrupt him. ‘I just don’t know what to think’ Rob started. ‘I....I never thought that I...I know you like men, Kirk’ Rob explained badly. ‘I just didn’t know you liked me like that’. Rob went silent again, but there seemed to be more on his mind. ‘Yes, I like men’ Kirk admitted quietly, ‘and I like you’ he affirmed. Rob blushed, his face dropped to the ground. His fingers drew circles in the cold sand. ‘I’ve just never...’Rob began emotionally. He didn’t need to finish his sentence for Kirk to understand. He took Rob’s hand and squeezed it warm. ‘I know, it’s okay’ he said softly. Their voices carried more in the quiet of the night. The ocean crashed on the wet sand further down the beach. ‘I don’t know what to do now, Kirk’ Rob admitted. Kirk’s face was confused. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked. ‘I mean I don’t know what to do’ he repeated again. ‘I don’t know what another man likes, I don’t know how...’ he explained badly. Kirk smiled. His lips kissed Rob’s temple softly in reassurance. ‘Oh, but I do’ he whispered with a smile. Rob’s smile returned to Kirk’s mouth and they kissed once more. This time, slowly and meaningfully. Both had thought through their affections for each other. The night was calm for a long while, and without interruption from light, they settled in each other’s company for a while longer; Kirk’s hand smoothing Rob’s leg. ‘Will you come back to bed?’ Kirk whispered after a long silence. Rob smiled. ‘Okay, but I just want to sleep, I think’ Rob said. Kirk nodded and the two of them stood and returned to the tent. That night, Rob’s body spooned Kirk’s and their hands drifted to sleep together. |
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| kirks_wife | Jan 6 2011, 08:45 AM Post #5 |
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When they woke, the tent was hot in the morning sun. They fought for air as they opened the tent zips, emerging with relief into the cooler air outside. The grass was wet on their bare feet, and the sun already bounced harshly off the van’s white exterior. Kirk yawned hard, he had slept roughly on a thin air mattress, shared with Rob. In the morning light, Rob rubbed his eyes painfully. His body hurt: his hips ached, his shoulder cramped and his neck was twisted from sleeping on his side. He stretched his body as best he could doing morning yoga on the grass. Kirk followed suit, before disappearing into the bushes for a pee. When he returned Rob had found fruit and muesli in the van and made them both breakfast. He handed a plastic bowl to Kirk and he smiled in thanks. They ate together for a minute before Kirk spoke. ‘So where do you wanna surf today? We could pack up and find another beach, or drive to another beach and come back here tonight?’ Kirk looked to the ocean as though it would hold the answer. ‘I’d reckon we stay here’ Rob said surprising Kirk. ‘I wanna try out those big waves again’ Rob declared. He wasn’t going to let yesterdays embarrassing surf get the better of him. ‘Alright then bro!’ Kirk agreed. They carried their boards down the hill from the campsite to the beach. Neither had mentioned the night before and their late night chat on the cold sand. They passed the spot where they had sat, and both cast a glance. ‘Kirk?’ Rob began. Kirk turned to face him in the hot morning sun, his surf board under his arm. Rob stepped awkwardly closer to his friend and offered Kirk a gentle kiss. Kirk smiled widely. ‘Thanks bro’ he grinned. ‘Let’s go!’ he said and Rob followed him at a trot into the crashing surf. After two hours surfing, Rob swam back to shore, and Kirk followed him to shore. ‘I know a nice place for lunch’ Kirk offered, and they carried their boards back up the beach. They followed a small trail through the bush to the rocky lookout. Similar to their campsite, the bush and palm trees opened to a view of the sea. They sat on nearby rocks and gazed out to the ocean. The water sparkled in the midday sun. Kirk’s hand smoothed Rob’s thigh and his friend turned to him. Kirk was thankful for his kiss that morning. It was his quiet thanks for the night before; Rob’s way of showing his approval to his friend. Although in his mind, he didn’t know if anything would last beyond this weekend. Rob allowed Kirk’s hand to smooth his wetsuit, but he wished he wouldn’t, he was uncomfortably tight under the rubbery exterior. ‘Kirk, that’s good...’ he whispered. Kirk read the discomfort on his face. ‘There’s no one around up here’ Kirk said softly. Rob thought he was probably right, the trail was secluded and no one else had joined them on the beach that morning. He liked that this bay was private. Before Rob had consented, Kirk had unzipped the back of his wetsuit. Rob laughed nervously as Kirk sunk to his knees in front of him. Rob produced his hard erection for Kirk to swallow easily. This time, Rob couldn’t sit still or keep from moaning out loud. The warmth of Kirk’s mouth drove him crazy. ‘Oh please yeah! Don’t stop! Holy Fuck!’ he cried. His dick was dark and bursting when he fell from Kirk’s slippery mouth. Rob’s face took in the surprise of how excited Kirk made him. He panted looking down at himself, he wanted Kirk to make him come again. ‘Kirk? Can you do that again?’ he begged. Kirk smiled, he was waiting for his cue. His hands rubbed Rob’s length while his tongue teased his tip. Rob moaned again, this time close to his limit. Rob’s hips urged Kirk to take as much of him as he could in his mouth, and Kirk did his best for his lover. Rob’s thigh muscles cramped deliciously as he came in Kirk’s mouth. Kirk took him eagerly, he wanted his friend to enjoy it, something for just the two of them, something that was theirs. When Rob’s body relaxed, Kirk stood to kiss him. Their mouths searched each other desperately for a few minutes, their privacy was a joy on this popular island. Rob’s face questioned Kirk’s when he broke from his lips. ‘So what happens next?’ he asked inquisitively. |
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| kirks_wife | Jan 6 2011, 11:03 PM Post #6 |
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In the tent that night, Kirk lay waiting for his friend, staring at the blue canvas roof. He knew Rob was outside, he’d changed in the van and Kirk now heard his feet moving through the grass as he approached the tent. He unzipped the fly from the outside, and entered the first and second layers of the tent to find Kirk, happily warming himself under an open red sleeping bag. He offered Kirk a flask of green tea he’d made knowing it was his favourite. He smiled in thanks and they drank together like two old men. Rob produced a silver tin foil package. ‘Something for later’ he said. He wanted to say ‘after’ but didn’t know in his heart if he was going to go through with it. Kirk smiled. The only other thing he desired tonight other than Rob’s company was a sweet joint. Kirk broke the ice the same way he had the night before. ‘How’s your shoulder today man?’ he asked. It was a good excuse to smooth his hands across Rob’s back. Rob had been dumped by a few big waves that afternoon from lack of concentration once again. Kirk rubbed his shoulder once more in feigned concern. Once more, Rob accepted his massage happily. When he was finished, Kirk’s hands slid warmly down Rob’s back to his waist and down his lower back. Kirk hoped he was naked under the blankets, and to his delight, he found that he was. Rob turned towards him and pulled Kirk’s hands eagerly towards him. It was clear he was enjoying their fooling around. His erection was already begging for Kirk’s touch. ‘Kirk?’ he asked. They were kissing heavily as Kirk pulled his cock hard under the open sleeping bag. ‘Can you show me...can you uh...what does it feel like?’ Rob asked nervously. Kirk’s body slid closer in response; a broad smile growing on his face. ‘It depends’ he began. ‘Do you want me to push my dick into you, or do you want to fuck me?’ Kirk asked Rob; his voice scratched a little with a horny tone. ‘I want you to fuck me’ Rob replied instantly. It was clear he’d thought about it beforehand. Rob’s chest shuddered nervously with a big exhaling breath. ‘Does it hurt?’ he asked timidly. ‘A little the first time’ Kirk said honestly, ‘but you’ll love it, really you will’ he promised. Rob was immediately embarrassed he’d asked, and he covered his face with his big hands. Kirk tugged them gently away. ‘It’s okay’ he kissed, relaxing his lover. He remembered how scared he was the first time he and Lars had had sex. Although, he wasn’t as brave as Rob was feeling now, mostly he had been terrified James would catch them. ‘So what do I do?’ Rob asked kneeling in bed. Kirk smiled. ‘You can lie down!’ he grinned. ‘It’s not that different to sex with a woman’ Kirk explained, although he knew that it was, he just wanted to relax Rob a little. Rob rolled towards him, waiting for his teacher to lead the way. To Rob’s surprise, Kirk rolled onto him as though he were his wife, and Rob’s hands settled warmly on his back, as though his thin hips were a woman’s. With one major difference, Rob’s chest raced at the sensation of Kirk’s dick growing hard against his abdomen. Kirk arched over him like he would his wife, grinding his dick against Rob’s. Rob’s body was as excited as he’d ever been. He wriggled and moaned to Kirk’s motions as they kissed hotly like teenagers. Kirk took in the sight of Rob’s terrified face and smiled to warm him. ‘Do you want to roll over, I’ll show you something’ Kirk promised wickedly. Rob obeyed him, not knowing entirely what to expect. When Kirk’s smooth and waxy hands touched his shoulders, he thought again he was getting a massage. Kirk’s hands smoothed the outline of Rob’s muscular back until he reached his rounded ass, his thumbs parted him and massaged him softly. Rob moved a little to Kirk’s touch, but allowed him to push his thumb gently into him. Kirk hooked his thumb into his soft entrance and pulled in and out a little. His fingers rubbed Rob’s balls and he felt his friend’s excitement build as his muscles twitched. ‘Is that okay?’ Kirk asked. Rob’s face was turned away from Kirk’s, but still, he nodded silently agreeing and Kirk continued. This time, he softly tested two fingers, and Rob’s eager butt pushed back to his rhythm. Kirk reckoned he was ready. He knelt over his friend, lowering his chest to Rob’s back to kiss his neck and whisper to reassure him. ‘You’ll love this, I promise’ Kirk spoke softly, and Rob trusted him. He’d not been wrong so far. Kirk tested Rob’s ease with the tip of his swelling dick. He rolled the head against him for a minute, anticipating what was coming. Rob breathed an excited exhale, raising himself to his arms as Kirk entered him. Their arms propped up together, Kirk’s body over his, his hips made rhythm into Rob’s back and his friend moaned a little at the sensation, what Kirk knew would be a slight painful surprise for his lover. Kirk’s voice began his own excited response. He moaned wilfully for Rob, he hoped his friend was enjoying it as much as he was, all the same, he hoped Rob was feeling something for him, and not just putting up with the sensation. To Kirk’s delight, Rob moaned back and his lover’s body moved desperately along with his. ‘Yeah!’ Kirk moaned; ecstatic Rob was enjoying the moment. Rob’s body underneath Kirk’s crawled into kneeling position, and Kirk straightened up, kneeling behind Rob, holding his hips, and they resumed their fast motion. ‘Oh fuck!’ Rob yelled. Kirk gasped happily, pleased Rob was feeling the pleasure Kirk knew felt so good coming from another man. Kirk fed his hand gently between Rob’s legs and smoothed his dick. He found Rob was already hard and he moaned desperately when Kirk’s hand tugged him in unison. ‘Fuck man!’ Rob moaned as Kirk felt his body lurch urgently forward. Kirk’s hand around Rob’s hard shaft felt the urge of his friend and a stickyness of his pleasure on his hand. Rob’s body slowed and relaxed once more. ‘Kirk?’ he panted. His chest relaxed back onto the mattress, his race over. Kirk left Rob’s body and joined him at his side. Rob’s body panted hard, and kissed Kirk’s mouth warmly as his lover lay beside him. ‘Wow man! I don’t know what to say’ Rob blushed. Kirk waited patiently lying at his side, for Rob to process their encounter. A smile broadened across Rob’s fulfilled face and Kirk was pleased he did not want to run from the scene. Kirk’s hand slid down Rob’s ripped chest, he couldn’t help himself. His lover’s dick was still hard and he wanted all of him. Rob’s hips moved persuasively in Kirk’s teasing hand. ‘Can I suck you off?’ Kirk begged. He was gagging for Rob’s large dick. ‘Mmmm!’ Rob agreed rolling onto his back, allowing Kirk’s body to slide down his own and resume his intentions to please his lover. Kirk’s mouth and hands frictioned Rob’s pulsing erection, and his hips and legs tightened and swayed along to the feeling. He couldn’t believe how much better it felt than when his wife did it. Kirk withdrew to admire his friend’s size. He snaked impressively nearly up to his own bellybutton. Rob’s length was wide and easily as long as Kirk’s slender forearm. Kirk took himself in his hand, shaking vigorously as he finished Rob. His friend came messily over his stomach, groaning openly and cursing for Kirk. Rob’s closed eyes finally opened to find Kirk kneeling over him, working himself the rest of the way, desperate to come for his lover. Rob’s hand reached down for Kirk’s leg, smoothing him along helping his own rush. When Rob’s fingers squeezed his balls, he came. Kirk couldn’t believe the rush it gave him. He’d never come so easily for another man before. His chest raced at the thought of having Rob again and again. As Kirk relaxed, Rob unzipped the tent to let in the cold night air. It had become overwhelmingly hot inside the tent with the two of them. Rob produced the tin foil sleeve and rolled them each a joint. The fresh sweet smell of pot cooled Kirk instantly. He exhaled deeply, sucked in the sweet amber air, and held onto it deep in his lungs for a minute before releasing it into the night. His eyes swelled and the air stung a little, but he didn’t care. He was fucking sailing here with his best friend. Rob’s fingers shook as he inhaled the sweet deliciousness of his own joint. ‘Fuck yeah!’ Kirk spoke into the night. Rob smiled triumphantly, and Kirk’s warm mouth made to thank his with a dreamy breath. |
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| kirks_wife | Jan 9 2011, 08:46 AM Post #7 |
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Here's the final part: :wavey At 5am Kirk’s dreamy face turned to Rob’s, his eyes seeking out his friend’s brown orbs. They were half open, and sleepily, Rob’s face found Kirk’s for a morning kiss. From the overnight humidity, they had kicked off the sweaty vinyl sleeping bag they shared, and their golden skin was illuminated blue through the canvas from the emerging light. Casting a glance to Rob, Kirk smiled at his lover’s nude body lying beside him in a sleepy haze. Kirk’s hand smoothed down his chest, and felt his own morning response hardening nicely. His hand rested on himself and his face tested Rob’s once more. Rob’s hand met his, taking over from Kirk, teasing his aching dick into a handle in his palm. Kirk’s mouth opened to make an approving gasp, and his face flushed red as he watched Rob’s eyes settle with a horny stare on Kirk’s cock in his hand. Kirk’s chest writhed in pleasure. Rob’s eyes were turning him on, knowingly watching his excitement grow. Rob breathed a happy smile at Kirk, and his lips reached out to test Kirk. ‘Your mouth?’ Kirk panted. He was close to bursting with pre-cum and he wanted Rob’s warm mouth to bring him closer. But already, Rob’s hand jerking him off was too much for him to take. With a happy moan he came; sticky down Rob’s pumping fist. Rob paused with him, and they panted happily together. Kirk noticed Rob’s body was willing for him to take his turn with him, but before he could reach to warm his friend, Rob’s body rolled eagerly onto him. Kirk smiled in acceptance. Rob’s body was welcome and strong on top of him. He rolled his hard penis against Kirk’s middle as though Kirk might’ve been his latest girlfriend. Kirk held Rob’s hips lovingly: ‘Want to?’ he asked with a devious grin. ... They packed up their tent early that morning at 7am, keen to get in another surf in before heading eat around the island back to Kirk’s. The rest of Lani’s sweet potato sandwiches tied them over as their final breakfast, and Rob patted his stomach making a satisfied groan. ‘How is Lani?’ he asked. Kirk had lifted his heavy board over his head and onto the roof of the van. ‘She’s great’ Kirk grinned. ‘Yeah?’ the smirk on Rob’s face made him suspicious. Kirk paused as though he had something to reveal. He stepped down from the van’s bumper and turned towards his friend with emphasis. ‘Lani and I are expecting our third baby’ Kirk revealed with a delighted grin. He was clearly pleased but he had perhaps withheld the happy new from his bandmate for the past few days. ‘Dude! That’s awesome!’ Rob pulled Kirk into a tight hug. Kirk accepted Rob’s praise, but after breaking from his hug, looked awkwardly around the empty campsite. ‘That’s everything?’ he checked out loud. Rob nodded lifting his own board to the roof-rack and they climbed into the van once more. After their surf, the two of them travelled home, Rob still wearing his wetsuit, rolled down to his waist. Kirk had stripped from his, and slid on his beach shorts for the drive home. Rob had been somewhat silent since Kirk had revealed his news. He’d been warm and complimentary, but still, he seemed disappointed, unsure what their weekend had really meant to Kirk. There was a wide verge on the busy road, a lookout across the harbour and Kirk pulled over for a break. He turned off the van and turned to Rob. Rob’s face was staring vacantly at the ocean; his eyes deliberately avoiding Kirk. Sure that his friend was upset, Kirk smoothed his hand to Rob’s leg and his face turned to Kirk, gently with a sad smile. His dark sunglasses covered his eyes from Kirk. ‘Rob? Are you feeling alright, bro?’ Kirk asked. Rob’s face was torn, he wanted to speak but his nature withheld any negative retort. Without answering Kirk he opened the car door and stepped out to the rocky cliff. Kirk hesitated for a minute before following him quietly. Kirk joined Rob on the rocky outlook and they stood together quietly for a moment. ‘Kirk, I can’t feel my chest’ Rob muttered, he was struggling for breath and sweat beaded fast across his forehead. Kirk watched him struggle with his emotions as he stared out to the vacant sea. He thought Rob’s face was streaming, he turned his face painfully to the sea away from Kirk. Finally, Kirk’s hand reached out with empathy to Rob’s shoulder. Turning to acknowledge his friend, Rob’s torso bent over in two, his anxiety making him nauseous. Words spilled down his face as fast as the forming tears. ‘What do I tell my wife when I get home?’ Rob’s wet face bubbled. ‘And what does this make me?’ His arms were shaking violently and Kirk had to hold him quite still to stop him falling from the rocky cliff top. ‘I’m not...I’m not like that!’ he spluttered wiping the wet words from his mouth. Kirk rubbed his friend’s back emphatically, he knew the fears he was feeling and the unanswerable questions those thoughts created. ‘You don’t have to tell Chloe anything if you don’t want to’ Kirk offered kindly. ‘A few years after I married Lani I told her I liked men too’ Kirk confessed. ‘What did she say?’ Rob’s guilty face turned to Kirk showing a mixture of hope and worry. ‘I think she already knew.’ Kirk explained. ‘She didn’t seem surprised or worried about it’ he said, shrugging his shoulders. Kirk knew it was easier for him to say these things after years of knowing he was bisexual. ‘I don’t think I can...’ Rob began. ‘I don’t think I can take that, or this home with me’. Rob didn’t mean it unkindly, but Kirk let his arm fall loosely from his friend’s shoulder. ‘It doesn’t have to go on’ Kirk offered. In his mind, their weekend away wasn’t setting any future requirements, at least, not in his mind. It occurred to him though, that Rob might’ve thought otherwise. They stood quietly together for a while longer. Kirk watched Rob’s eyes looking at the beachside community in the horizon. They were only an hour or so from Kirk’s house in Waimanolo Bay. ‘I tell you what’ Kirk offered. ‘You see that peak over there? He pointed to the steepest part of the cliff’s volcanic ridge. Rob nodded. ‘Once we pass that, we can leave this behind. I promise I’ll never bring it up again, unless you want to’ Kirk promised his friend. Rob seemed to stand easier taking on Kirk’s offering. He agreed, and Kirk took a step to the van, opening the passenger-side door for his friend and their solemn promise. When they pulled into Kirk’s at Waimanolo Beach, Angel and Enzo ran from the house at the sound of their father’s van. Following after them, calling her sons with a gentle motherly voice, Lani greeted them warmly. Rob eyed her middle immediately, and now that he focused, he saw her emerging bump beneath her fitted sundress. Kirk kissed her poignantly and held her affectionately in a slow and definite hug. His hands lovingly smoothed her growing bump. Rob hung back patiently, patting Darla kindly until Lani invited him inside. ‘How was the surf? They both nodded vigorously, tired from the pounding waves. Lani eyed the tent Kirk had placed by the door. ‘Did you both manage to fit into that small one-man tent okay?’ she asked in surprise. :lol: The End! Thanks everyone for reading!! |
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