Splash On The Screen - 14. Chapter 14 Two Plus Six Is A Home Run

BRENT/BRAD

Dave and Russ left us at the cabin so that they could drive over to the marina. The boat would be fueled and returned to the Swenson dock by Dave while Russ returned to the cabin in the SUV. We all agreed that the powerful Chris-Craft was going to get a thorough workout for the remainder of the week.

After organizing the lunch fixings and straightening up the kitchen as a team effort, we changed into swim trunks and reassembled on the back porch. Russ had returned and changed as well. We were almost identical in dress: board trunks, T-shirts, caps and sunglasses. ‘Gads,’ I thought, ‘we look like we just stepped out of that new Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue.’ This was the second year of the A & F catalogue release and prudish Middle Americans were critical of the suggestive male model poses. ‘Hell, they’re blatantly homo-erotic.’ I brought a large bottle of SPF 30 suntan lotion and nose cream for everyone’s use. What I didn’t want to mention to the guys was that I couldn’t be exposed to too much sun due to filming in the next two weeks.

We spilled down the steps, cooler in hand, and raced to the dock when a loud wail of a marine horn announced Dave’s return. There were appreciative ‘ooh’s and ahh’s’ when we got closer to the classic, polished mahogany masterpiece of a boat from another era. Dave tossed a line to Russ while the vintage Chris-Craft idled with a low, guttural rumble churning the water. Russ steadied the boat while Dave helped us get in, and once Dave had distributed the guy’s weight around the boat, Russ jumped in and we were off.

The leisurely cruise around the shoreline was narrated by Dave…mostly childhood memories…and we moored at a state park dock and picnicked under the shade of large oak trees just off the sandy beach. Dave pointed out Roy’s parents’ house on the way and confirmed that Roy and Robbie would be up Friday night for dinner.

“Jeez, that boat’s a fast fucker,” Doug said, as we later stood on the dock back at Dave’s place.

“It’s really been well-maintained, and ya gotta respect that Ford V-8 engine,” I replied. Doug, Mike and I were sipping on beers as we waited for our turn to water-ski. Dave didn’t want to have more than two in the boat while pulling a third.

“Trev did pretty good for someone who’s only been on skis twice,” Mike added. “I’m glad that Dave took time to teach us the basics cuz I’ve only done this a couple of times, myself.”

Just then, the Chris-Craft sped by with Russ holding the towline with one hand and waving with the other. Another couple of passes, and the plan was for Doug and Brent to trade places with Russ and Trev.

“Russ is one athletic dude,” I remarked, after the boat passed. “Dave certainly increased the speed for his old friend.”

“Those two have been coming up here since they were kids and Russ can apparently ski on his feet. I’m really happy to get to know someone from Dave’s past – he’s a nice guy and as smart as they come.”

“And I get the feeling that Russ has struck up a fast friendship with Trev,” Doug said. “It’s great that Trev has met someone from Chicago.”

“I don’t want to be a ‘Dolly Levi’,” Mike said, “but I think there’s some potential for those two, other than a friendship.”

“You think that Russ is dealing from both sides of the deck?” Doug asked, without sarcasm. “Isn’t this Dave’s close straight friend?”

“Mainly, a gut reaction. I think that Russ has a lot of unresolved issues bouncing around behind that confident façade,” Mike answered. “I’ve come to regard him as a friend - almost a brother-in-law – and I’m ready to help if he comes looking for advice.”

“Trev’s as good as they come in being a good friend. Maybe I’ll have a little discussion with him tomorrow and get his perspective,” I concluded, as the boat came up to the dock. Russ and Trev were all grins.

“Who’s the next victim?” Trev yelled.

Mike held the boat steady as the two passengers disembarked.

“That would be us,” Doug remarked is a pseudo-husky, low voice.

Russ and Trev hugged Dave before getting to dry land, and Doug and I joined a very happy skipper on the boat.

“Russ, you still have it. Good skiing,” Dave shouted, as we slowly backed away from the dock. “Trev, you’re a natural. By this weekend, you’ll be ready for a slalom ski.” We all waved as Dave slowly accelerated into the lake.

RUSS

“Whew, I haven’t done that for a while. I think some muscles got a good workout today,” I grinned, rubbed my bi-ceps and added, “and I’ll be a little sore in the morning.” ‘And probably very sore down lower,’ I thought with a smile.

“You were really in the groove,” Mike replied. “You guys want a beer?”

“Let me take a rain check…I need to get out of these wet trunks,” I answered.

“Me, too…and I feel a nap coming on,” Trev replied, “water-skiing takes quite a bit out of you.”

“I hear ya. It’s only Wednesday, and we’ve got three good days left for the boat. Why don’t we reconvene down here at six?”

“Sounds good, Mike,” I replied, as Trev and I quietly started up the stairs.

In the room, we stripped down and hung our trunks in the bathroom to dry. We both seemed comfortable in our skin as we stood by my bed, facing each other.

“Russ, you wanna trade back rubs? I used to do that with some of my frat brothers when we’d go climbing, and I’ve got some oil.”

“Great, I could use one. I’ll get a towel, so the sheets don’t get messy.” I went back to the bathroom and grabbed a large towel. ‘Hmm,’ I thought, ‘I’m not sure where he is going, but I’m open to exploration.’ I spread out the towel on the bed and got on my stomach. Trev – still nice and naked – stood by with a bottle of oil in his hand. ‘And I hope he’s going where I want him to.’

“The best position for me is on my knees and between your legs,” Trev said softly.

I spread my legs and felt the bed move as Trev positioned himself behind me. I felt his warm, crouched legs move against my thighs, as he leaned in and poured oil on my back.

“Sorry if this feels cold. It’ll warm up,” Trev continued, as he started working the oil into my shoulder muscles.

“Ahhh…that feels maaaaarvelous,” I purred.

“Shhh, just relax.” He slowly worked, dug and loosened the muscles in my shoulders and back. Moving lower, Trev went directly to my calves and worked his way up my thighs. His fingers slightly grazed my exposed ball sac as he arrived at my buns. “You okay with me working on your glutes?”

“After last night, you can work on anything you want,” I mumbled. ‘Did he get my message?’ I wondered.

“You got it, Sir.” For the next five minutes, he worked my butt like kneading dough. I felt his hot breath on my neck when he whispered in my ear, “Turn over, Russ.”

“I’m a little embarrassed. You’ve really relaxed me…except for one area.”

“Hey, nothing ah haven’t seen before,” Trev answered, as he moved to the foot of the mattress. “Or felt, if you recall.” A small grin crept over his face.

“Good point.” I instinctively eased over and smiled at him, as I casually noticed that his penis was definitely starting to fill out. Trev looked briefly at my erect cock and shrugged.

“Keep your eyes closed, Russ. Just let all your tension out.” He moved back up between my legs and poured oil on my chest. As he moved his thumbs around my pecs, I got harder…if that was possible. I partially opened one eye and verified that Trev had a rock-hard dick angled up from his trimmed pubic area.

“Oh, yeah,” I uttered, as he dug into my abs. His forearms brushed against my hard-on, as he moved back and forward. He probably noticed that I was smiling at the contact.

“I need to take care of one muscle that seems to be very tense,” he said in a low, sultry voice.

“It’s technically not a muscle…but it really needs attention,” I replied. I kept my eyes closed as his oil-slicked hand started stroking my dripping cock. Another hand reached under and gently took my scrotum and gently rolled the orbs. “Ahhh,” I let out, in a contented manner.

“You okay?”

“Trev, I’ve wanted this to happen since this morning. There’s an awakening concerning the true sense of my sexuality…and you’re helping me a great deal.”

“Then, you won’t object if I help you further?” Not waiting for a reply, he gently leaned down and kissed me on the lips while he continued to jack me. It was a tender meeting; his soft lips encouraging mine to establish a bonding contact. I slowly opened mine to find the tip of his tongue slowly making contact. Both our tongues were introduced, slowly swirling around each other – it felt natural and right. Moments later, he pulled away and moved down to kiss each of my hard nips.

“Trev, I’m ready for whatever you want to do. Last night really opened the door.”

“I want to make you happy and comfortable. Enjoy.” His tongue moved down my six-pack and stopped briefly at my navel. While he lapped at my belly button, his chin kept poking my erection. He clutched my balls, as his lips wrapped around the head of my willing bone. His hot, roughly textured tongue starting bathing and stimulating me.

“Yes…yes,” I groaned, as Trev slowly took me completely into his mouth and throat. His fingers moved past my tightening balls to my asshole. ‘Yes,’ I thought as I smiled, ‘he’s going there.’ After moving around the circumference of my pucker, he slowly eased into the wrinkly interior while I relaxed and pushed out a little.

“This feel good?” Trev asked, as he probed further.

“Even better today.”

He started vigorously sucking me off while he matched strokes with his finger. Within moments, I started breathing heavily and moaning as his finger dug deeper. Trev found my prostate and started a massaging motion on and around it as he continued to blow me.

“Hmmm,” he hummed as his mouth moved back and forth.

“Ohhh, fuck…urghh,” I yelled as my sphincter tightened around his finger. I blasted a heavy-duty load into Trev’s mouth as he continued to milk me. I felt my entire body quake from one of the most complete orgasms I’d experienced in years – even better than last night. Moments later, my breathing became less erratic. “Ummm, that was great,” I finally said, as he pulled away from my spent dick.

“I enjoyed every moment,” he said, as he licked his lips, “and you’re one hot guy.”

“Come here and give me a kiss. Then, I think I owe you a massage.” He scooted over to my side and leaned in to my lips. I smelled my cum on his breath and tasted the remnants of my seed on his lips.

“No regrets?” Trev asked. “I was afraid that last night was a one-time thing.”

“My only regret is that I’ve kept my real feelings hidden for so long. Thanks, Trev, for being understanding. Now, if you’ll roll over, I’ll start with your back.”

“Babe, while it’s fresh in your mind, why don’t we reverse what I just did?”

“I can get into that.” I got up so that Trev could position himself on his back, with his handsome face, trim body and very hard cock facing me. “I might be a little rusty, so be patient. Afterwards, I want to tell you a little about my childhood friendship with Dave.”

“No teeth, Doc.”

“Definitely no teeth, Sir,” I answered with a wink, “cuz sometime soon I want that dick of yours in first class condition. It’s going where only one other has ever gone before.”

~~~~~

DAVE

It was a gorgeous Friday afternoon as I looked out the kitchen window onto the lake. The guys were using the boat for a late cruise with a few beers…and a Diet Coke for Mike, the designated driver. While I was getting everything ready for Robbie and Roy’s arrival and our 7:00 p.m. dinner, I smiled about the results of my separate talks with Trev and Russ the previous day. Mid-morning, I had called Trev aside and casually asked how things were between Russ and him as we set out on the porch steps.

“It couldn’t be better – we’re definitely becoming good friends. I’m really appreciative of being invited to your cabin and into your circle of friends.”

“Russ shared with me yesterday morning, while we were driving over to the marina, how he was fitting into the picture, sexually. I’m not giving away any confidences…he’s okay with us talking. How about you?”

“Talking? That’s no problem… ah know y’all are very close. In fact, he shared with me how you two discovered and explored stuff with each other when you were younger.”

“Well,” I replied with a chuckle, “if he told you what we did, then he must have made up his mind on where he stands.” I wasn’t embarrassed by these details being revealed, only surprised that Russ would share them with someone new on the scene. ‘My buddy definitely has met someone he likes in a special way,’ I decided.

Trev smiled sincerely and added, “You could say that physically we are becoming very comfortable with each other…in all areas.”

“I don’t want any blow-by-blow account – excuse the pun – of what you guys are up to. I guess you might say that I’m taking on the role of a protective brother,” I said with a friendly sternness, “and I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I understand, Dave. In fact, ‘blow-by-blow’ is pretty close,” he replied with a grin. “I swear to you, as a gentleman and a friend, that I’d never do anything with, or to, Russ that would make him uncomfortable. For the record, I have a pretty conventional appetite under safe conditions…always. I’m HIV negative and would never jeopardize my health or anyone else’s.” Trev looked into my eyes and slightly smiled, “We’re using protection.”

“This might be construed as being a little nosey, but is this just a fling between you two up here in the lake country…or something more serious?”

“Fair question, big brother – and I mean that in the best sense. Honestly, I think we both want to get together back in Chicago and see where it takes us. In both cases, however, we’re focused on school.”

“Then we’re all going to be friends for a long time. If you ever have any concerns or need a shoulder to lean on – even if it’s long distance – please contact me.” We stood and I pulled him into a long, warm hug.

A short time later, I asked Russ to join me down by the dock. He confirmed everything that Trev had mentioned. When I asked him about protection, he smiled and said that both he and Trev were well equipped. Russ assured me that he knew what he wanted and where he wanted to go, after several years of denial.

He thanked me for what we had learned together and told me that he ‘was ready for advanced instructions with Trev as the professor’.

~~~~~

RUSS

“We might as well head back in, guys. It’s just after eleven,” Roy said from the helm of the cabin cruiser, “and the midnight bewitching hour is upon us.”

After enjoying a great steak dinner with gigantic baked potatoes that must have been grown on steroids, we all joined Roy and Robbie for a moonlight cruise. Dave brought bottles of Kahlua and Bailey’s, and eight paper cups.

“You two wanna join us for breakfast?” Dave asked.

“Sure, that’d be great. If you don’t mind, Robbie and I will moor the boat at your dock tonight, sleep in and use your bathroom facilities tomorrow. Dad isn’t coming up to the lake until the morning,” Roy said with a big grin, “so we can play a little longer.”

“Terrific,” Brent added. “I know I speak for Doug in saying that we’ve really enjoyed seeing you two again. We’re all becoming good friends and we’d like to invite you two for a visit to California anytime you can get away.”

“The invitation also goes for our buddy Trev and the late-blooming Russ,” Doug added with a chuckle.

“Blooming…is that what you call it?” I asked with a laugh. ‘Thank goodness the interior lights are dim,’ I thought as I felt my face getting red.

“As in, I wanna get…” Robbie joined in.

“Loved. Let’s keep the conversation ‘PG’ rated,” Roy interrupted. He eased the throttle down as the cruiser approached the dock in the foreground. “Dave, would you jump on the dock with a line and tie us up? I’m coming in the port side.”

“Aye, aye. Mike, why don’t you help me?”

“That’s Sir, swabby,” he retorted.

“Swabby, no more. Fuck you, Sir,” Dave yelled as we came up on the end of the dock. The Chris-Craft was moored on the other side.

“Is that a promise?”

“Count on it,” Dave concluded, as he carefully stepped onto the dock. Mike followed right behind and the two guys expertly tied down the cruiser.

“Roy, we’ll see you two tomorrow morning.” Brent said, as he and Doug were about to disembark.

“Sounds good. Russ, how about you hanging around and shoot the shit for a while so we can get caught up?” Robbie asked.

“Great. Mind if Trev stays with us?” I asked, looking at my new friend from Memphis.

“No problem,” Roy replied, with enthusiasm.

“You guys go on. Trev and I are going to visit here for a while,” I yelled.

“Okay. See you all around nine in the morning. Night.”

We sat down on the cushion seating in the fantail. “I remember going to swim meets and rooting for you two, as well as cheering on Dave,” I said. Roy poured us another small cup of Kahlua and smiled in a secretive way.

“And we always watched you at the gymnastic matches. You were one smooth performer,” Robbie replied before he took a sip.

“He still is,” Trev said with a laugh as he raised his cup in a salute.

“I bet,” Roy replied.

As I put the cup to my lips, I happened to glance at Robbie’s spread thighs – creeping out from underneath his shorts was just the tip of his cock. ‘Damned if he wasn’t free balling,’ I thought, ‘and his dick is definitely not asleep.’ He caught me staring and returned my look with a smile as he touched his crotch. He raised an eyebrow, reached down – my eyes followed his hand – and pulled at his expanding dick until a more than a couple of inches were exposed. ‘Robbie’s not just scratching his nuts for the hell of it.’ The Speedo bulge that I remembered from his swim meet days was coming to life…in the flesh.

“You got a license for that snake?” Trev asked with a low snicker as he put his hand on my thigh.

“It’s just a companion for this,” Roy replied, as he pulled out his very impressive hardening penis.

“But they don’t need licenses,” Robbie said. He stood up, released his shorts and stepped out of them.

“I believe that Robbie and Roy are inviting us to play for a while,” Trev instructed in his soft, Southern accent. “What do you think about them apples?”

“I think those hard-ons are more than just apples.” I could feel my cock straining against my pants and knew that the tenting was showing. I didn’t care. ‘Looks like the professor and I are going to do a little lab work,’ I thought as I replied, “Looks like we’ve gone beyond the skinny-dipping stage.”

“Russ, seriously,” Roy said, “Robbie and I like to have some harmless fun and you guys are really hot. If you’re comfortable with humoring two married guys, I suggest that we adjourn to the stateroom forward and mess around…safely.”

“Boys, you’re stirring up memories and fantasies I now realized I had in high school. Trev, if you’re game, I wouldn’t mind exploring these feelings.”

“If you’re cool with it,” Trev said, “I could get into it.”

“As long as you know that I’m not all that experienced at this sort of thing. If this gets too deep for me, we gotta quit. Okay.”

“Absolutely. We’re not into anything kinky,” Robbie replied. “This is the first time something like this has happened since we were on the swim team at an out-of-town meet with a couple of our teammates. But I must tell you…fantasies are a two-way street. When you told us tonight about discovering your sexuality, Roy and I decided to act on it. We used to get a charge seeing you going through your routines on the mat.”

“Don’t worry, Russ, you’re with friends,” Roy said as he pulled off his polo shirt. He eased out of his shorts and a very hard cock slapped up to his navel.

‘Wow,’ I judged. ‘Roy’s size is definitely in the Davey category.’

“When in Rome,” Trev said, as he stood and immediately stripped off his tee and shorts. “Just follow me.”

I did the same thing and watched Trev instinctively turn to Robbie and they kissed. Roy pulled me into him and didn’t waste any time – our tongues played with each other. It was like a midnight rendezvous of four young men in the physical prime of their lives, replaying an ancient Greek ritual right out of the pages of a Mary Renault novel.

“This way,” Roy said in a hoarse whisper as he held my hand. He opened the stateroom door, and we entered the bow of the boat. There was a bunk against each bulkhead. Roy and I paired off on one bunk; Trev and Robbie occupied the other.

“I’m right here if you need me,” Trev said, as Robbie started nibbling on his nips. The low night-light made the scene very erotic.

“Just make sure you save something for me later, Beauregard.” This or Beau were the secret names I had started calling my new Southern gentleman friend. I turned on a big smile to signal Trev that I was feeling all right – although not completely comfortable – with this spontaneous arrangement. ‘I’m with friends and there’s a need to get wild…just a hare.’

“Yes, Doc,” was all Trev could say, before Robbie moved in for a kiss.

“Russ, this is truly a fantasy come true,” Roy said. “I admit I lusted over you when you were a freshman. Tonight, my man, I want you to fuck me.”

“Put it like that and I guess I should consider it a duty…and an honor…although I don’t think I can reciprocate in that department, big boy. Maybe a little…” I trailed off, licked my lips, looked at his erection and thought, ‘blow job.’

“Deal. There’s the Wet,” Roy said, pointing to a small shelf, “and I borrowed a couple of Robbie’s rubbers. You and he are about the same size, it you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I’ll never have to worry about using Magnums,” I replied with a chuckle. ‘There was only one other guy that I knew who used them, and he was upstairs with Mike.’ Rob sucked on me a few times to moisten my hard cock and gently rolled a condom on me. I took the lube and started the prep routine that Dave and I had learned together – and Trev had given me a refresher course on the previous evening. When the first two fingers slid in easily, I added one more. ‘This boy is built for speed,’ I thought as I included my little finger.

“I’m ready, Champ,” Roy said, as he raised his legs to my shoulders.

I looked over and saw Trev duplicating the motion. I pulled out my four fingers and guided in my lubed, rubber-encased cock. Roy clearly was adept at taking it in the rear and adjusting for size – he expertly worked his sphincter muscles to provide a modicum of friction.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

The rest, as they say, took its natural course. About an hour later, Trev and I traded positions. We kissed each other as we switched bunks. This time, with a trim, hard six inches that Robbie possessed, I was ready to explore and go for a good old Minnesota fucking I didn’t flinch at Robbie’s suggestion and was amused to hear the verbal approval of Trev as he took Roy’s large sausage.

Around three, we all thanked each other for the incredible experience, promised to keep in touch and traded numbers. Robbie and Roy were in agreement that this had been a one-time opportunity and would be a great memory to conclude fantasies that started years ago.

Trev and I quietly said good night and, carrying our clothes, returned to the darkened cabin and our bedroom bare-ass naked. After a whiz, we collapsed in Trev’s bed.

“Goodnight, Doc.”

“Night, Beau.” I snuggled up to his back and wrapped my arm around him. ‘Tonight was homo graduate school,’ I thought as I happily drifted away from consciousness.

~~~~~

DOUG

Brent and I concluded that this was one of the most incredible weeks we had spent together. Saturday started the ratcheting-down phase of ending our vacation and the realization that playtime would soon be over. After a final day of skiing, Dave returned the boat to the marina for dry storage, and Russ drove the SUV over to pick up his friend.

“I think that Trev has found a great friend in Russ,” I said to Brent, as we started packing. We were planning on having a quiet dinner tonight, and afterwards, seeing a movie that Dave had rented. We would all leave the cabin at nine the next morning so there would be plenty of time to get to the airport for our early afternoon flights.

“Babe, ‘friend’ is an understatement cuz those two are tiptoeing around the next step. Trev needs a good man in his life and this Russ dude just might be the right one.”

“We’ll see if this is just a summer fling – I gave Trev and Russ our email addresses and told them I expected progress reports.” Brent and I had just gotten AOL email accounts. The Internet was starting to catch on, big time. Russ was already on AOL, and Trev promised to sign up as soon as he got settled.

“I’m glad Russ was able to come to terms with his sexuality without any guilt trips,” Brent observed. “From what Dave said, he’s been grappling with this since he met Mike and Dave in Chicago a couple of years ago. Russ is a bright guy and something musta clicked when he saw where his old friend had gone. At some intellectual level, he probably was able to reach logical, rational conclusions about his orientation.”

“Good for him. Some guys carry around that emotional baggage throughout their lives,” I replied. “After the movie tonight, let’s just come up here and quietly snuggle and make love? That would be an ideal way to end this fantastic week.” We both knew that L.A. would professionally be a non-stop grind when we returned.

“Sounds ideal. And on the plane, I’ve got to start studying the new script closer. I hear that the director doesn’t like to rehearse much and I’ll need to know the lines cold by the end of June.”

“Guess I know what my part-time job’s going to be for the next couple of weeks.”

“I’d really appreciate you working with me on the lines and I’ll make it up to you.” Brent pulled me into his arms and we locked lips.