September 23, 2008

Gus and Stan in Paradise
By Jessica Freely

Gus took a sip of his pina colada in a real coconut shell and sighed with contentment.  Warm sunshine kissed his skin and salty, ocean breezes tickled his nose.  He lay in a hammock.  It swung gently, lulling his body and mind.  When he managed to open his eyes, he saw green palm trees, blue sky, white sand and turquoise ocean.  The beat of the surf on the beach was like the heartbeat of the world.  This truly was paradise.

“Gus!  Gus!”  The sudden impact of a hyperactive six-foot-plus blond with an adrenaline addiction and a mouth bigger than the Pacific sent the hammock rocking.  Gus’s dreamy reverie fled like a gull on the wing, but he opened his eyes to something even better:  Stan in a Speedo, grinning from ear to ear, a facemask and snorkel dangling from his neck. 

“How can you just lay here?” Stan demanded, climbing into the hammock next to Gus.

“You wore me out last night, and this morning.”

Stan lay back against him, resting his head on Gus’s chest.  “Yeah,” he said, and even though Gus could no longer see his face, he heard the smile in his voice.  For a moment, they rocked in silence, both reminiscing about the last forty-eight hours.

“This place is amazing.  It’s just like Gilligan’s Island.  I swear, I keep hearing that theme music.  Do-di-do-do-do. Do-do-di-do-do-do.  I think you should start calling me Little Buddy.”

Gus laughed.  “So that makes me the Skipper?”

Stan rolled over and straddled Gus’s waist.  “Yeah, but none of that separate hammocks shit.  We’re married now.”

Gus tossed the coconut aside and reached up with both hands, running his palms over Stan’s smooth, hard, sun-warmed chest.  “Mmm-hmm.”

“Sure was nice of Mrs. Anderson to send us here.”

“Yeah.”

“And Pips even wore a suit.  I didn’t think he would, did you?”

Gus laughed again, hard enough to make Stan bounce up and down.  Mmm.  “I wasn’t sure you were going to wear a suit.”

“Lucky thing you sister still had those catering tuxedos.”

Gus pushed himself up with one hand and licked one Stan’s pebbly pink nipples.  “Yeah, lucky…”

“Lucky you said yes when I asked you.”

Gus leaned back and looked up at Stan.  With the sun blazing behind him he looked like an island god, all bronze and gold, his face in shadow so Gus couldn’t make out his expression.  “I was surprised, I’ll admit.  Then I wondered why I hadn’t thought of asking you.  You mean you thought I might say no, and you asked me anyway?”           

Stan shrugged.  A gesture which, on him, was as eloquent as any Shakespearian sonnet.  “I know I’m a royal pain in the ass sometimes.  Who could blame you if you didn’t want to be tied down to that for the rest of your life?”

Gus put his hands on Stan’s shoulders and drew him down, so that they lay against each other full-length.  He kissed Stan’s hair, then his lips.  Now, he could see Stan’s eyes, blue and bright.  “You’re just the opposite of most people, that’s all.  I figured that out back in high school.  Most people show you their nice qualities, and hide their bad side.  You put all your sharp pointy bits on the outside.  All your obnoxious habits, your loud mouth, your vulgar language, it’s all out there for everyone to see.  But you hide such sweetness inside.  You’re like a beehive, full of honey.”

“Hey, remember that honeycomb?”

“How could I forget?”  Gus kissed Stan again and he opened for him.  He tasted sweet.  Gus relished the hot, slick slide of their tongues against each other.  He was hard again, and he felt Stan’s boner poking him in the leg.  He reached down.  Stan’s cock erupted out of his tiny Speedo, hot and red and hard.  Gus wrapped his hand around it and stroked.  Stan threw his head back, his eyelids fluttering as he moaned.  “You are so beautiful.”

Stan sat up and grabbed Gus’s hands.  “Come into the water with me.  Let’s do it in the ocean.”

This was a private island.  There was nothing to stop them.  Gus grinned and rolled out of the hammock and they ran, hand in hand, down the beach and into the foaming surf.  Stan pulled Gus’s T-shirt off, then hauled down his Bermuda shorts.  The Speedo soon followed. 

They embraced, bodies and mouths melding together as the water surged around their calves. 

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Stan held Gus to him with all his strength.  He gloried in the feel of Gus’s arms around him, of their hard cocks pressed together.  He rocked his hips, sliding his aching shaft back and forth against Gus’s.  His husband’s moan lapped at his ears, warm and inviting as the ocean. 

His husband.  Imagine that.  Stan had done some dumb things in his life, but taking up with Gus was not one of them. Asking Gus to marry him was probably the most genius move he’d ever make. 

Gus picked him up and lay him down on the sand.  Another wave rolled in and the water raced up Stan’s legs and chest and swirled his hair around before retreating again.  Gus knelt over him, braced on his hands, and they kissed again.  Gus’s beard was soft against his face.  Stan ran his hands over Gus’s powerful chest, found a nipple, and stroked it.  With his other hand, he reached down and grabbed Gus’s thick, hard cock. 

Gus gasped as Stan stroked it.  “This is legally mine now,” Stan said.

 Gus chuckled and lowered his face to Stan’s neck.  A kiss, a bite, and a lick had him gasping.  “Most states still won’t recognize your ownership of my dick,” he said.

“Well, fuck them.  We know.  And history is on our side.  Remember what the judge said, at the wedding?”

“The trend over time is toward more rights and freedoms for more people.”

“Yeah.  Like my right for you to fuck me with your cock, which I now own.  Come on Mr. Stan, do your matrimonial duty.”  He lifted his knees to his chest and tilted his hips up.  An incoming wave surged up his crack and gave him an oceanic rim job.  Wow.

But Gus was not about to be rushed.  He went back to work on Stan’s neck, slowly trailing bites and licks down to his chest.  He latched onto one of Stan’s nipples like a whelk, and sucked.  Stan arched his back.  His cock rubbed against Gus’s again.  He was so hard.  “Please…”

“Mn?” Gus lifted his head.  “What was that, Mr. Gus?”

“Come on,” Stan panted.  “You know.”

Gus chuckled again, wickedly this time.  “It may be legally yours, but I still operate it.”

He kissed and sucked his way down to Stan’s navel, where he swirled his tongue.

“You mother fucker,” Stan gasped.

Gus got up on his knees, all wide-eyed innocence.  “What?”

Another wave came in.  “I’m getting eaten out by the sea here, man, and it’s making me fucking hot.  When are you going to get done with your Here to Eternity act and fuck me?”

Gus laughed out loud, a real belly laugh, delighted and carefree.  Stan thought of all the times he’d made Gus worry and he memorized the open, happy look on his face, to call up the next time he was tempted to do something stupid.

Gus snagged his cargo shorts, that had been sloshing back and forth with the waves, and pulled a tube of lube out of one of the pockets.  He slicked Stan’s hole and began to finger him.

“No man, just go for it.  I’m telling you, these waves…”

“Geez.  What’s the hurry?  We’ve got the rest of our lives, Stan.”

And that was when it really hit him.  Yes.  They’d be going home to Michigan in another day or two, but this honeymoon would never end.  Awesome as that was, it didn’t make him any less horny.  “I want you now anyway.”

Gus bit his lower lip, the way he always did, and guided his cock between Stan’s ass cheeks.  The blunt head felt hot in contrast to the cool lube.  Stan relaxed and closed his eyes, the better to appreciate these first moments of penetration.

There was no resistance, no burn as the head of Gus’s dick slowly breached his opening, stretching him for what was to come.  The waves and the wind and the cries of gulls were nearly drowned out by their panting breaths.  The moment was tense with anticipation and then, with a popping feeling, Gus penetrated past that first ring of muscle, and slid all the way home.

There was nothing in the world Stan loved more than the feeling of Gus’s cock fully seated inside him.  Gus filled him to the brim, touched him everywhere.  For a moment he didn’t move.  “I guess that if you now own my cock, that means I now own your ass.”

Gus’s cock pressed against Stan’s prostate, making him tremble with arousal.  “Oh, God, Gus! Yes!”

And then Gus pulled back, rotating his hips just a little at the bottom of the stroke, to tease Stan’s outer ring.  “Jesus!  Gus!”

Gus laughed and plunged back in and then, there was no more fooling around as Gus grabbed Stan by the hips and fucked him soundly.  In moments he’d found his rhythm, sure and steady, pumping in and out of Stan’s needy hole, the alternate sensations of fullness and emptiness driving Stan out of his mind.  He was so hard he felt like he was going to burst.  Precome poured from his slit, running down his shaft in rivulets.  Stan felt his balls grow tight, felt the gathering sweetness in the pit of his stomach. Gus reached up and stroked him and his orgasm detonated inside him “Gu-gu-guuuuuussss!”

Stan came like a volcano erupting white lava, and the contractions of his body just made Gus’s cock inside him feel bigger than ever.  Gus pounded into him again, and again, and then came with a roar and collapsed on top of him.

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They traipsed back up the beach on shaky legs and fell into the hammock together.  As Gus felt sleep fast approaching, he took Stan’s hand in his and looked at their rings.  Plain gold bands bought from a pawn shop, two endless circles, entwined.  He closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, wondering what new adventures lay in store for them.

More Stan and Gus are available free on my blog: http://friskbiskit.com.

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