Landfall - 16. I May Pass Out

Back in the room, Dave announced he's taking a shower before bed. Peeled off his shirt, dropped his cargo shorts, standing in just his boxer briefs—and I'm reminded again what a hot fucker he is.

“Go ahead. I'll hit it after you're done. It's already hot out there, and it's only early June.” Stripping off my clothes, I'm lying on the bed thinking as I hear the shower run.

What was it Doc said? “Why do you feel the need to put a label on everything?”

Guess it's always been the way I was taught to do things. Label it, deal with it, or put it away to pull it out later.

Dave is example one. Am I gay? Am I bi? Does it matter? The feelings are there regardless of the label. And they're good feelings, too—and I know he's feeling the same way. So why am I lying here, when he's naked, wet, and hot in the bath?

You can navel-gaze and over-think things for hours, or learn by living.

Stand, quickly drop the boxer briefs, and go into the bath. Open the shower door—it's a big Italian tile and granite-lined shower, overhead recessed can lights, room for three or more linebackers inside, multiple shower heads mounted high on the side walls, on the side walls at waist level, even two heads overhead spraying downward. Water sprays everywhere. Almost like an automatic car wash.

“What are you doing?” Dave turns, his eyes are wide, looking at me as the water cascades down his chest and back. His cock is relaxed, but lengthening as I get just as wet from the water.

“Making sure you're as clean as you can be.” I'm grinning, and Dave smiles, eyes narrowing.

“Sure this is what you want?” Dave's looking at me with a mix of both surprise and wonder.

I nod fast, certain my head looks like a blur.

“Glad you're here, Barry. ”

Dave moves forward, tilts his head and kisses me. Tongue exploring, lips pressed hard against mine. It sizzles—and the rising steam around us adds to the effect. His hands slide smoothly up and down my wet back and sides, occasionally reaching down to cup my ass. One hand pulls back between us to play with my chest, reaching a nipple to stroke, squeeze, tug.

Who knew my tits are this sensitive?

Hell, my dick is pulsing in time with each stroke/tug of his hand on my nipple, and a tingle runs through my balls.

Keeping busy myself, exploring his body, finding his nipples just as sensitive, and every time I cup a cheek of his butt with my hand, I'm rewarded with a groan, and his cock flexes against mine. The shower gel he was using adds the fragrance of vanilla and the feel of silk between us.

Totally different from any woman I've ever been with. Silk over steel. And I've got the feeling there's no holding back, no limits with Dave. Sexually or otherwise. Never had that feeling with anyone.

He can handle anything I throw at him.

Dave's now moving along my jaw, working his way to my ear then down my neck with hard kisses, sucking, licking. He reaches the base of my neck and lightly sucks and chews on it. Leaving a mark? Shit, who cares—about to jump out of my skin with his intensity. Keep this up, and I'm gonna cum.

I don't need to fuckin' cum yet, this is too nice, too fun to let it end that quickly.

Dave's moving down, chewing on the edge of my armpit, licking it, swirling his tongue in my chest hair as he moves to my left nipple, sucks it, lightly nibbles. His right hand moves down to cup my nuts and give 'em a light tug and a gentle squeeze, his left moves back to caress my slick butt cheek, squeezing and massaging it.

Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum.

Grab his head, pull him up in a kiss. Start using my lips and tongue to explore his face, his earlobes, his neck, basically mimicking his actions. Imitation is the best form of flattery, right?

His skin is slick, the vanilla aroma is matched by the vanilla taste, water slicking my hands and his body as I play with his thick chest hair, work on each nipple, first his right, then his left—and feel both his body and his cock stiffen with each suck, each nibble, each lick. The sound of the water splashing seems to emphasize each gasp and groan coming from Dave—or me. Can't determine the source of the sound, but doesn't matter. Helluva soundtrack regardless.

Never had my body explored like this by anyone; obviously, never explored a man's body like this. Hell, never touched or explored my own body this much. I don't need to fuckin' cum yet, and I'm so damn close.

Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum.

Dave's magic fingers continue to work on my chest even as I'm bent and leaning into him to work on his chest with my mouth. Talk about motivation.....

“Come here,” Dave's coarse whisper directs me upward. He pulls me into another hot kiss. “You've been a good boy today, I'm gonna reward ya.” DIC is in full authoritative mode. Deep kiss again as he pulls me close, clinching my body tight against his. I can feel his heartbeat in his pulsing dick against mine. Damn, I can stay like this forever.

Is this heaven?

Dave's hand moves from my balls up to my cock, swirling his palm over the head of my dick. Like a jolt of electricity. His other hand is a blur as he uses the combo of hot water and remaining shower gel from his own body to bathe as much as he can reach of me. A couple of strokes of his hand on my cock, and I'm again almost at orgasm. His kiss deepens.

Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum.

Dave pumps a squirt of shower gel in one hand from the wall dispenser. “Close your eyes.” I do.

The next thing is both of Dave's hands on my head. He's shampooing my hair. Who'd have thought it'd be this sensuous? Feels great and sexy as hell as he massages my scalp, working up a lather. Definitely not like anything I've ever had before. He kisses me as he works his fingers, exploring my scalp, stretching the hair full length before repeating it all on the next section.

His chest and belly are pinned against mine, the fur of each chest brushing the other, our cocks locked together as though bound. The current runs from head to toe, and especially in between. I'm so fucking hard I could sculpt diamonds.

Dave breaks the kiss. “Keep your eyes closed, gonna rinse ya.” He maneuvers me underneath the high shower head on the side wall. Hot water adds its own massage to the traces of his fingertips. Another kiss as he works the remainder of the suds out of my hair and off my face. I open my eyes as he breaks the kiss.

Dave looks me in the eye, spins me around. “Hands against the wall, Barry, and spread your legs.” No arguing with that tone of voice.

Hands at shoulder height on the damp Italian tile, head resting against the cool granite inlaid strip.

Dave pumps a squirt of shower gel in one hand from the wall dispenser. “Close your eyes again. Just relax and enjoy, Barry.”

Dave's hand with the gel in it comes around and starts playing with my chest and nipples again, making my chest and belly slippery with the suds. His hard cock nestles in the crack of my ass, sliding up and down between my cheeks as he soaps my chest.

Never thought about getting fucked, but shit this feels good. Kinda scared, but I trust him.

His mouth is busy, tracing around my spine, lapping at my shoulder blades. He starts to slide down my back with his tongue, massaging me with his lips as he drops lower. His hand moves down from my chest to my belly, pulling the soap away as his mouth slides down my back.

His hand is gone from my pubes, I feel a hand grab each butt cheek, and spreading 'em. He works the lather from the shower gel around my back, cupping my ass cheeks again, his fingers working into my ass crack. Fingers sliding up and down, teasing my hole, the slick soap electrifying.

Dave manages to maneuver me under a shower head while keeping my hands on the wall. My back is under a cascade of hot water, soap risned away and circling the drain. Next thing I know there's something hot, wet, slick sliding up and down the crack of my ass. Then light circles at the center of my being.

Fuck. I was wrong. This is heaven.

Dave is eating me, and based on the sounds he's making, loving it. Hell, I am too—never had anyone do this to me before. Totally new, incredibly intense. Dave ramps it up a notch. Forms his tongue into a point, apparently, and spears inside me with it.

Goddamn.

My whole body tingles. I'm on fire. Starts gently, then more strongly fucking me with his tongue.

He reaches between my spread legs, his big paw grabs my dick, and starts jacking me as his tongue seesaws in and out. Only a few strokes in.....

Don't cum, don't cum, don't.......Too late.

“Fuck, I”m cummi.....”

Dave grabs my hips, spins me around, swallows my dick all the way down, while a finger teases my hole. I'm pulsing a load down his throat—feels like I'm pumping all my life into him. He swallows it all, then after a couple of sucks to make sure he's got it emptied, hums with my cock still buried deep in his throat. Feels like a full-length gentle massage.

I may pass out.

Dave gets up off his knees, pins me against the wall with his slick body, kisses me for a moment, holds me in place. “Let's get you dried and in bed to relax, ok?”

Pulls me out of the shower, makes me stand as he dries me off. Hope I can stand on my own—I'm jelly. He grabs another towel, quickly dries himself off.

Dave leads me to bed, climbs in next to me, his head nestled in the crook of my shoulder and chest. After a few minutes, I can finally speak.

“Fuuuuuck. Never had anything like that before, Dave. Thank you. But I didn't get you off.”

“No one's keeping score, buddy. I wanted to do that for ya. Besides, if it bothers ya, we can figure out how to settle up later.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Now get some sleep, you've got a busy day ahead tomorrow, ok?” No arguments from me on that—I'm still wiped out from what may have been the best orgasm ever.

I finally give in and pass out, feeling Dave's breath on my chest.

The chirping of Dave's cell phone on the bed announces morning. Dave rolls over, grabs it, turns off the alarm.

“Ready to start your new life, Barry?”

I've thought about this for a while, and yeah, I'm comfortable with it. I'd mentioned it to Doc, told him I was ok with it, but he warned me it'd still be an adjustment. “You've had over 40 years to get used to your face. In a couple of days, it'll look different, and even though it may be subtle to others, it's gonna be a big difference to you.” Gave me a couple of mental exercises to do to help get used to it. Not convinced it's gonna be that big of a deal, but we'll see.

“Ok, big guy, hit the shower, we need to roll to get ya to Dr. Graham's office by 9.” Squirm out of bed, grab a pair of boxer briefs, head to the bath.

Walked by the shower, on my way to relieve myself. Don't think I'll ever look at a shower quite the same way.

Dave hits the shower, shaving there while I'm shaving at the sink. He's done before I finished scraping the barnacles off the face. Minutes later, we're both dressed, heading out the door. Jonathan's standing in the hall, knocks on his door as he sees us.

“Thought we'd go for moral support. That ok?” Greg steps out of the room, ready to go with us.

I'm touched beyond what I'd have thought possible at the consideration of our friends.

Our.

Minutes later we're at the office, I strip down, pull on a hospital gown, lean back on the padded chair/bench that looks like a modernistic interpretation of a barber's chair. Chest strapped in place (“to keep you from moving during the surgery” the nurse explains), a pinch in the arm as an IV is inserted, and the drowsiness starts immediately. The deep “twilight” anesthetic starts to work immediately, and I'm out.

I wake up back in the room, I see it's getting dark outside through what looks and feels like goggles over my eyes, but I'm comfortable. Face feels like I've been in a bar room brawl.

Dave's sitting by me on the bed, reading something on his iPad. I apparently move enough he's now looking over at me.

“Glad you're back, big guy. How are ya feeling?”

“Thirsty. Hungry. Sleepy.”

“Great! Sounds normal to me!” He smiles as he piles pillows behind me, manhandles me up leaning against 'em, holds a glass with water, a few cubes of ice, and maneuvers the straw to my lips. I drink greedily.

“What time is it?”

“It's 8:30 pm, Barry. You've slept pretty much all this time. May not remember but Dr. Graham checked on you after the surgery, confirms everything is ok. Surgery only took an hour and a half or so, and went well. She's happy with the results. Jonathan and Greg helped me get you dressed, into the truck, and back here. You'll hafta wear the goggles for the next week or so to keep you from scratching your eyes in your sleep. And yeah, you're still sexy as hell, goggles or not.” He grins.

“Hang on a couple of seconds. Kitchen is on standby, got some soup coming up. Doctor said to keep your meals light tonight, so this will have to do till later.”

Dave makes a call; seemingly seconds later, Dave's opening the door, tips the guy in the hall and rolls in the room service cart, locking the door behind him, and comes to the bed.

“You feel like getting up and sitting? Or do you want to eat in bed?”

I start to move, but realize I'm pretty stiff. Dave grabs my arm, helps me to the chair, and puts a bowl of what looks like egg drop soup in front of me, with another bowl of the won ton crackers to one side, and a full glass of water.

“We'll get you more and better food later, buddy. This will tide ya over till tomorrow.”

The soup is delicious. I finish off the big bowl, have some more water and nibble a few of the crackers that I hadn't crushed into the soup. Feeling better, still groggy. Dave feeds me a pill.

“That's a pain killer, Barry. I'll give that one to ya tonight to help ya sleep, but tomorrow, if you need it you have to ask for it, ok?” I can only nod, almost back to sleep.

The next day is a blur, just waking up for moments to eat or piss, then back in bed and sleeping. Guess it's a good thing, never hurt. And didn't hafta have anything other than Tylenol to manage the discomfort. Hell, more discomfort from the damn goggles. Hate 'em but necessary.

The following day, a little more alert. “You want a shower, buddy? Get cleaned up before we get out of here?”

Still stiff, but the shower helps a little bit with the groggies. Had to keep the damn goggles on to keep the water from softening the delicate skin around the stitches in my eyelids. Didn't shave, Doc said to wait a few days to look at my new face, only to let the swelling go down so I could see what I'd realistically look like. But the curiosity is killing me. I stay good, though. Dave replaces the Band-Aid over the incision on the underside of my chin.

Dressed in shorts, t-shirt, and flip-flops, I head out with Dave. He throws me a baseball cap and heavily tinted oversize sunglasses, similar to those worn by folks who've just had cataract surgery, to wear to the airport. Pull 'em on as he says, “The sun may hurt your eyes, these'll help.”

Meet Jonathan and Greg at the Suburban. All the luggage is already loaded on the truck other than my bag that Dave's carried. We get to Love Field, get on board the same Citation X (gotta remember to look up what that means), and seemingly seconds later we're descending over bright blue waters.

“Wake up, Barry, we're in Florida. Your new life has started.”