Hawaiian Nine

[daddybear54]

On 7/7/2023 at 4:50 AM, BootyBlack415 said:

You have a way with words my friend. I really enjoyed your story.

@BootyBlack415 Thanks very much. Glad you noticed, I do spend a lot of time playing around with a rough draft to get the exact wordings I want.

[daddybear54]

Chapter 7:  Exit, Stage Left

 

Once again, Laszlo was sitting in Daniel’s office. A few more months had elapsed, and Daniel had messaged him that the financing was in place, and it was time to talk about casting for Hawaiian Nine Films’ final production.

Nothing more had happened since the memorable weekend of the wedding. In fact, the two hadn’t actually seen each other in person since that morning-after to end all mornings-after. But neither of them had forgotten how they’d felt: Daniel, still amazed and baffled – more than a little scared too -- at the intensity of the experience, and Laszlo, still disappointed that Daniel had simply snapped out of the mood he’d created with such care and gone on his merry way, apparently unaffected by what had happened between them.

The meeting between them was a little awkward at first, but they soon settled into an amiable conversation about the video. Laszlo wanted to work with Archer McManus, and while Daniel knew that he’d have to do some negotiating to get this renowned top’s top, he was sure that the man would come – for a fee. It was mainly a question of how big a fee he wanted. Besides him, Laszlo named Diego Lopez, one of the twinks from Twink Heaven that he’d love to top.

Laszlo also suggested that he and Daniel do one final scene together, to be the bonus extra for the film.

“What did you have in mind?”

Laszlo moved carefully onto the difficult ground. “I’d like to do something like what we did the last time we slept together. The high-speed powerfuck, and then the slow, gentle, quiet one after it. Sort of thing you just never see in porn, but I’m sure it would turn the cranks of a lot of guys who would never admit publicly that they have a romantic streak in them.”

Daniel’s initial reaction at one time would have been a blunt “No.” But Daniel had long since trained himself to mistrust his first reactions to everything that happened to him. As it happened, he had been silently berating himself for breaking the mood so quickly that morning -- and wasn’t at all averse to the idea of trying it again.

He also knew that Laszlo’s sharply intuitive mind was onto something unusual, something rare, and he’d developed a healthy respect for the younger guy’s intuitions. It would be something of a marketing coup to have the big, tough Hawaiian Nine show such a different side of himself in bed.

“I like it, Laszlo. But I’ll raise you with an improvement. Let’s reverse roles so you do the quick power blast into me, and then I top you for the gentle sequel. What do you think?”

Laszlo didn’t have to think twice.

“Perfect.”

Daniel added a note of caution. “You realize that doing this scene for the public will probably fire up all the rumours about us all over again.”

Laszlo laughed. “Fuck them. It amuses small minds to talk. I don’t give a damn. Do you?”

Daniel laughed. “No. All right, then, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll get in touch with McManus and see what sort of price I can talk him into. By the way, he is exclusively top in his private life too, so you’re not going to get a piece of his ass.”

“So I’ve heard. Ah, well.” This with a sigh. “Okay, gotta get going now.”

“Hang on, hotshot. We didn’t talk about location yet. Anywhere you’d really like to go to film this one? The usual backer will foot the bill. Just don’t get too extravagant or impractical. No camera jaunts to Antarctica or anything like that.”

“Damn. I’d have loved to film a scene with a bunch of curious penguins standing around and staring!” They both laughed. “What about some place up in the mountains? Rustic lodge, fireplace in the room, that kind of thing.”

“I like it. I know a good place, and I’m sure I can talk the owner into letting us have it to ourselves over three or four weekdays for the shoot. Great outdoor hot tub too, so we can include that in a scene if we like.”

“Sounds ideal. Okay, now I really do have to go. Got a hot lunch date.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

Laszlo pulled a face. “My big sister. She’s in town for a medical conference.”

“Haha! Enjoy your ‘date.’ We’ll be in touch.”

Laszlo was decidedly happier as he sauntered along the street after leaving the office. He couldn’t see that Daniel was also looking much happier at the thought of having another slow romantic interlude with Laszlo, even if there was going to be a couple of cameramen roaming around while they were doing it.

Two months later, Laszlo was lying on his face on the king-size bed in a suite of the Alta Vista Sierra Lodge, facing the warm, gentle light of the fireplace while Archer McManus was busily eating and tongue-fucking his ass. Although there was no special spark between them, their initial meeting the week before had gone smoothly. McManus was a famously tough top, but he proved (at least in private) to be a considerate one as well, helping Laszlo to work out some hidden signals for when his cock became too overwhelming.

Actually, by this time Laszlo was such an experienced bottom that he had really enjoyed feeling the pain-pleasure mingled as McManus pounded his hole more ferociously than anyone else had ever done. He’d particularly enjoyed the fact that Archer had laid right down on top of him to drive his final thrusts and his load deep inside. Laszlo loved feeling the muscular body of a top stud stretched out all the way along his back.

Now, he was getting loosened in readiness for another sensational Archer McManus fucking, and he was loving every minute of it. They’d begun with a warm-up scene in the outdoor hot tub outside the suite, already steaming up the camera lenses with their groping, stroking, squeezing, and stretching of their tight swimsuits. Marina had put Archer into a very snug white string brief, totally see-through when wet to show off his rigid erection, while Laszlo had a bright orange one that also went see-through and had a tight back seam to cut right up between his ass cheeks.

The scene went from steamy to scorching when Laszlo bent over, thrusting his orange-clad ass up into the air above the bubbling water while his mouth went to town on the twitching white bulge which barely contained Archer’s cock. In less than a minute of his eager sucking, that cock had burst out of its prison, the tip sticking a clear two inches above the waistband as Laszlo licked and kissed it. Then Laszlo grasped the cock and pulled it down, like a slot machine handle, and the slender side of the white G-string gave up the unequal struggle, ripping apart and flopping uselessly away as the rock-solid McManus cock emerged, ready to do battle.

For the next few minutes, Laszlo gave Archer one of the hottest blowjobs he’d ever gotten. By now, Laszlo had mastered the trick of dropping his jaw farther than far to accommodate even the biggest, thickest cocks, so he was able to give Archer’s eye-popping erection a thorough tongue bath, sucking it into his mouth and stroking it with his tongue even as the head pushed farther down into his throat.

Then the cameramen cued them to move. Laszlo pulled off that massive hard-on and took Archer’s hand, leading him up out of the hot tub and through the door into the bedroom. As they went, Archer paused for a minute to slide the door closed, and then followed Laszlo eagerly across to the super-king-size bed. He wrapped his arms around Laszlo’s body, rubbing his cock into the crack between the younger guy’s lush buns, then pushed Laszlo face-down across the bed and proceeded to eat his ass. Laszlo moaned frequently as Archer licked and sucked at his hole, then started thrusting his tongue inside the tight little opening.

Laszlo began rolling his hips around, to keep changing the angle of attack for Archer’s tongue, but also to signal that he was ready to get fucked anytime. Archer got the signal with no trouble at all. He pulled his face clear of that enticing butt, gave a couple of quick shots of lube to his tool, then planted it against Laszlo’s hole and leaned forward.

Laszlo had warned Archer that he tended to vocalize more on camera than off, so Archer wasn’t caught off guard when Laszlo let out a yelp of “Fuck!” as Archer pushed his way in. That big shaft stretched Laszlo as far as any cock he’d ever taken, and kept sinking into him, and still there seemed to be more of it coming. He squirmed around and did his best to relax, and finally the head nudged some part of his insides out of the way and came to rest, buried all the way into his hole.

That was the moment when Laszlo realized that Archer had never given him the full length of the thing during their previous practice fuck. Now, the Archer had buried every last bit of his arrow deep inside the target, and Laszlo was feeling stuffed more than he’d ever felt before. Nor was Archer complaining. There were precious few bottoms, either in the business or out of it, who had ever managed to take the full length of his tool before.

For the next twenty minutes or more, Archer took Laszlo through every position in the standard book, plus a few exotic extras. These included Laszlo standing flat on one foot on the floor with his other leg stretched as far up the door frame as he could get it to go, giving Archer a clear shot at his ass, and an angle in which the camera could see everything clear down to the rim of the hole with no trouble at all. Another was when Laszlo was lying on his side, and Archer reverse-spooned him, coming in from behind, but with his feet next to the back of Laszlo’s head. That move gave Laszlo some sensations he’d never had before.

At last though, Laszlo moaned that he was about to cum, and Archer pulled him to his feet, standing behind with his cock buried in the target, ramming slowly but firmly until Laszlo’s face screwed up and his cock erupted, shooting a load straight up in front of him. His dick kept pulsing for five or six more clear shots, and by that time Archer McManus was releasing his long-delayed load into Laszlo’s ass. He fired in so much cum that it was already squeezing back out around the cock that had delivered it before Archer even finished cumming. Then, when he pulled slowly out, the resulting stream of white cream would have done credit to a six-top orgy. Once again, Daniel’s “no sex, please” policy for his models had brought home the ultimate prize – two epic cum shots for the ages.

Laszlo’s hole wasn’t ripped from the beating it had taken, but the muscles were sore enough that he asked to have time off for each of the next two days. He still did his fuck scene, breeding Diego Lopez the following morning, but then went into R&R mode for the rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday. That meant that the grand finale, of the film and of Daniel’s porn career, had to be shot on Friday morning, before they checked out at noon to make the four-hour trek back to the city in their private luxury vans.

All the participants were up for an early morning start, so the scene began at 7:00, just as the sun was beginning to gild the surrounding mountain tops but hadn’t reached down into the valley yet. With all cameras running, Laszlo swung easily into his fast breeding of Daniel and did it with so much verve and energy that Will wondered if he’d sent in his twin brother, who’d laid off sex for an entire week.

As soon as Laszlo released his load (pumping into Daniel, pulling out to wipe it on the outside, and then plunging back in again – Hawaiian Nine’s signature cumshots style), the energy began to shift. When Laszlo rolled off to the side and laid on his back, Daniel climbed on top of him, they began to kiss – and the magic was afoot again. As this slow-motion romantic encounter gathered a little momentum, Will and Eddie were riveted by what they were seeing, unlike any porn scene either of them had filmed before.

The stakes got raised even higher when Daniel slowly entered Laszlo, and the two of them wrapped their arms around each other, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies as Daniel moved in and out of Laszlo’s hole at a measured pace. The charge of erotic, romantic energy between Daniel and Laszlo grew so quietly powerful that Will and Eddie just looked wide-eyed at each other, and then spontaneously put down their hand-held cameras in a couple of spots around the room, in between the tripod cameras, leaving them running. Daniel and Laszlo were murmuring and talking to each other quietly as Daniel slid gently in and out of Laszlo’s welcoming ass – and Will was almost certain he’d heard them say to each other, “I love you.” At that, Will headed quietly for the door, with Eddie right behind him.

Outside, Marina gave them an enquiring look. Eddie said quietly, “Wait till you see what’s going on in there and getting caught on video – those two porn studs are doing a full-on romantic love scene.” He shook his head in amazement.

Marina chuckled. “You’re surprised? It’s been obvious for weeks – months, even – that Laszlo had a serious case for Daniel, and it’s not just the hots. And I kind of suspect that Daniel is falling for Laszlo too, although that’s not nearly as easy to see.”

They sat down, and Eddie in particular kept shaking his head as if he just couldn’t believe what his eyes and ears had told him was happening between the scene partners. After another twenty minutes, the two cameramen were just about to go back into the room and check when a booming voice from behind the door shouted, “Where the fuck are my video techs when I need them?” This was followed by a raucous outburst of laughter from the two voices behind the door.

Life moved on quickly, and Daniel supervised and managed the post-production stages of Nine in the Woods in record-quick time. It took only a few months for this film to move through all the stages of this work and be ready for release.

Meanwhile, Daniel had also been pursuing top-secret negotiations about the sale of Hawaiian Nine Films. Although he never actually said so, it wasn’t hard to guess that the major company he had approached would suspect his imminent departure from the industry. He had a bit of a struggle due to the unusual terms he was demanding, but the purchasers stopped complaining when he shared the sales and rental statistics for each title in his inventory. At that point, the deal was done, since the buyers could see that, even with the royalty payments, the Hawaiian Nine back catalogue was and would continue to be a massive cash cow.

When the time rolled around for the release of Nine in the Woods, the release party in Daniel’s luxury condo also turned into a farewell celebration. By this time, all the employees and most of the models with Hawaiian Nine had been notified that the company was being sold off, but not what its founder would be doing. Nobody knew that, not even Daniel.

The party got both rowdy and emotional, since everyone wanted to hug, kiss, and give best wishes to everyone else. Even Steve and Jim showed up, as did Johannis and Miguel, although both couples had finally and definitely exited the porn business. Throughout the evening, there were toasts with loud cheers, photos by the score taken on dozens of phones, numbers and social account information shared around, and more than a few tears shed. The company really had come to feel like a family for its staff and for the most dedicated and frequent stars of its films.

Everyone wanted above all to say goodbye and thank you to Daniel. He’d given so many people a start in the business, one way or another, and a couple of them were even making the leap into theatre or indie and mainstream films on the strength of their experiences. One of these was Marina, who’d gotten a gig as costume and makeup designer for an indie film from the gay producer who liked her colour sense – what little he’d gotten to see of it.

For Daniel, the entire night was a long parade of goodbyes. He was both surprised and touched by all the obvious affection and respect shown to him, by the way that so many of the guys spoke, not about the industry, but about life lessons that they’d absorbed just by watching Daniel at work, and the ways he interacted with people. It had never even occurred to him that he might be regarded as any kind of role model beyond his ability to perform well in porn.

Near the end of the evening, Laszlo nerved himself to approach Daniel, knowing this was going to be his toughest goodbye of the night. Much to his own surprise, he managed to hold himself together as he thanked Daniel for giving him his start, and for all of his help in learning how to navigate a career in the industry. Then it was time. He hugged Daniel and kissed him, then parked his head on Daniel’s shoulder for a few seconds. When Laszlo went to let step back, he realized that Daniel was still hanging onto him. At last, Daniel released him, and Laszlo said, “Well, time to go.”

“Take care, buddy.”

Just that and nothing more.

Outside on the street, Laszlo finally let it all out. He crumpled up in a heap on an anonymous doorstep and let the tears pour out like a river. Why the fuck did I have to go and fall in love with a mechanical guy who can simulate feelings but doesn’t really feel a damn thing? Fuck! After letting his thoughts flow on those lines for a few minutes, he finally pulled himself to his feet, dried his face, and moved slowly, wearily away down the sidewalk, ignoring the few curious stares from bystanders. At least, he thought to himself, now I know what it feels like to have my heart broken. Another fucking first.

After the last few of the crowd had said their goodbyes and left, Daniel remained sitting by himself in the living room of his condo. He had a strange feeling of emptiness in his mind and heart. He tried to tell himself that this wasn’t surprising, that he’d devoted his entire life for over a decade to the gay porn business and was now faced with setting an entirely new direction for himself – and had no real idea which direction to turn.

But he knew that he was kidding himself. There was more to his feeling than just worrying about his future. It was gradually dawning on him that there was one person, more than any of the other people he’d met during his nearly two-decade porn career, that he was really going to miss. That person was Laszlo.

Right from the get-go, when the young Hungarian had first walked into his office for an interview, Daniel had felt that, unlike his other finds, this one was special. Being the man he was, he always framed his thinking about Laszlo in terms of star quality, screen charisma, vivid visual presence, and other such desirable qualities for a performer. He was not only proud for picking this undoubted winner out of the pile of applicants, but actually felt good that he had helped to launch another spectacular career besides his own. And Laszlo was spectacular, on camera or off, and in bed or out of it.

Now, Daniel was faced with the distinct possibility that, as his life moved on in whatever new direction he took, he might never see Laszlo again. That, he realized, was not a pleasant thought – but he was completely at a loss to account for it.

There was one likely explanation for his feelings that Daniel wasn’t taking into account – but his failure to do so wasn’t really all that surprising. Given the distinct lack of affection in his upbringing, the harsh anger which had led his mother to cut him off for good, the way the porn magnate had casually used and manipulated him in his younger days, it was hardly to be expected that he would have any idea at all of what this abstraction called “love” might look, or sound, or feel like.

In any case, Daniel had other and bigger problems to face as he thought of where his life was going to turn next. Right now, he felt as if Los Angeles was a place that ought to recede into his past, since it was so connected in his mind with the porn biz. Now he needed, in the worst way, to go somewhere else where he could feel comfortably “at home,” wherever that might be, as he worked at charting his new direction. This problem, though, he did know how to solve. It was time for him to return to the sea.

 

 

 

 

[NLbear]

I hope this isn't the end of the story and we will see more of Daniel. Going to the sea offers plenty of opportunities for steamy sex on the beach 😉

 

[daddybear54]

13 hours ago, NLbear said:

I hope this isn't the end of the story and we will see more of Daniel. Going to the sea offers plenty of opportunities for steamy sex on the beach 😉

 

@NLbear not to worry, there's still plenty more of Daniel and other characters to come.

[daddybear54]

Chapter 8:  Starting Over

 

Roar. Boom. Swoosh.

The steady rhythm of the tides, the endless pounding of the swells down on the shore, the suction of the water being drawn back out into the sea, echoed in the air. The sky painted a picture in pastels, the soft blue, the pale pink, the even paler orange of a tropical dawn.

Daniel sat on a wooden bench, gazing out across the sloping beach at the horizon as the sun tipped over the edge and flooded the world with light. He was wearing his new “uniform,” which he called that (as he thought wryly) for lack of a better word: wildly patterned surfing jammers, flip-flops and a thick fleece hoodie with the hood pulled up. He was warming his hands on a mug full of steaming coffee, hot, black, and strong. It might be the tropics, or nearly so, but sunrise down on the shore could still be a bit chilly at any and all seasons of the year, especially here on the windward side of the island.

It was his favourite time of the day to be out here – the calm before the storm. Out on the sand, absorbing the endless rhythms of the sea as he slowly woke up and mentally prepped himself for another day. Sometimes he’d take his coffee and go for a walk along the beach; others, he’d just perch on the bench and watch the show playing out in the sky and the sea. It was a perfect time to watch the sea birds taking to wing, to gaze out at dolphins frolicking in the waves, sometimes amid the slower, more majestic movements of the grey whales.

The locals were still asleep, the holiday-makers in their showplace resorts not yet out and about. In a few more hours the beach would become a screaming madhouse of tourists and surfer dude wannabes, with people doing their damnedest to get killed left, right and center. This beach and this surf weren’t any place for the newbie or the novice – not that this stopped the newbies and novices from flocking here, sure that they could beat these waves with no trouble. The understaffed crew on the one and only lifeguard stand couldn’t keep up with the unending flood of idiot know-it-alls, and Daniel and his friends would spend at least as much time being unpaid and unrecognized volunteer lifeguards as they spent surfing themselves, at least in the peak hours of the days during busy holiday periods.

Daniel didn’t mind. There were still plenty of hours in the day before the fools came and after they left for him to spend riding the waves himself. It felt good to reach back into the earliest water skills he’d learned, to pull them back up, to put them into practice, to improve and hone his board work until he was riding better than he’d ever done before in his life.

Paddling out into the ocean and taking on the big surf gave him a feeling of peace that he had never known in any other place or time in his life.

He took another long pull on his coffee. Hawaiian coffee really was something special, such a distinctive taste. You could never get coffee this good on the mainland, no matter how hard you tried or how many places you looked.

A hand clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, bud.”

“Hey, Brad.”

“All okay?”

“Yeah. Haven’t had to rescue anyone yet today.”

Brad let out a bellow of laughter and sauntered over to the rack to check over his longboard. Daniel mused on the way he’d met Brad and his other new friends. He’d come to this beach, looking for a place to settle that was as far from his former world as he could get, a place where he’d have the best chance of not being found. Because he didn’t want his old world to find him.

He’d seen an ad pinned on a notice board, three guys in a house looking for a fourth as roommate. Own room, shared bath, shared kitchen, and a price that by Hawaiian standards was downright cheap. He’d called the number, met Brad, and started moving in the next day.

Before leaving the mainland, he’d updated his investments to feed him a small but steady income, and then hired someone to get rid of nine-tenths of his stuff, from furniture to artworks, and to sell his condo. He’d brought just a few things with him to get him started on his new life.

Even by the standards of this house of footloose surfer dudes, his belongings made a pretty small heap and took up less than half the storage in his new room on the top floor. He had a little more trouble confining his food supplies to his designated one quarter of the refrigerator and freezer, but he soon learned that there were things he could really do without. If he got into the mood for something more exotic, he could always hop into his jeep and drive half an hour to some of the restaurants in the nearest resort district. Nor did such expeditions put too much of a dent in his finances, since the addition of the proceeds from the various sales to his already-solid portfolio meant that he was in a fair way to be considered well-to-do, if not downright rich.

It took about an hour on the first day for one of the other three, Rodrigo, to recognize him and out him as a big porn star. Brad and Arian had given a huge hoot of laughter but then quieted down to hear Daniel’s response. He took it in stride and with good humour, making sure they all understood that they were talking about his past, and that ended the discussion of that issue for good.

This was a world where nobody fussed much over questions of sex and sexuality. Whatever you did in bed, it was all cool (if it was at least nearly legal), as long as you could keep up on the waves. Daniel needed a bit of time to polish the rust off his board skills, but the razzing he got from the others quickly turned to respect as he gained his surf style and flair back in a hurry.

Once Daniel had remastered his board, he also began to meet some of the other surfers in the area – the settlement wasn’t quite organized enough to be called a town or village. They were, as a group, a larger reflection of his housemates: laid back, quiet, non-judgemental guys and girls who took the world and its people pretty much as they were. Daniel could hardly have picked a better environment to help him let go of his past.

He no longer had to live for the next round of auditions, for the next pressurized shooting schedule, for meetings with backers and agents and applicants and camera operators. His daily meetings now were with the unending variety and limitless surprises of the surf itself, and this he could and did immerse himself in.

It was a casual lifestyle that took him back in time to his younger days when Kauai had been less populated, less developed, less overrun by tourism. There were some things about that early life that Daniel would never have wished back, but the quieter, easier pace of the life that he remembered had been the best part of it – and here, he had found a place in the islands where that low-gear approach to everything still ruled.

The only thing wrong with this idyllic life was the absence of sex. For the first week or two, Daniel honestly didn’t miss it. His old life had been filled with sex-as-lust, sex-as-business, sex-as-performance, and sex-as-oiling-the-wheels for his occasionally fractious company of  models. In many ways, it was a positive relief to take an extended breather from it all.

That is, it was a breather until his balls began to ache, both figuratively and literally. When that happened, he resorted to his right hand. That’s what he was doing one quiet Wednesday night when Rodrigo tapped on his door and opened it, all in one motion, catching Daniel in the act – right hand firmly fastened around his thick, hard tool, and juice oozing out of the head.

Daniel had grown years beyond any chance of being embarrassed at having been caught jacking off. And Rodrigo simply and quietly said, “I could give you something better than your right hand if you want.” Daniel nodded, and the game was afoot.

In moments, Rodrigo had shed his shorts and t-shirt, and flopped onto the bed beside Daniel, reaching out to grasp that rigid cock and stroke it gently while his own rapidly inflated into a full erection – neither as big around nor as long as Daniel’s nine-incher, but still a good solid piece of meat. In less time than it takes to tell it, Rodrigo was swallowing Daniel’s cock right to the root, while Daniel had grasped Rodrigo’s piece and begun stroking it. Before long, he swung himself around on the bed so that Rodrigo’s cock was right in his face and inhaled it.

The two studs sucked steadily on each other for several minutes, each grasping and playing with the ass of the other as they bobbed up and down. Daniel was the first to slide a finger into Rodrigo’s tight hole, but Rodrigo quickly followed suit. The poking and stroking of the prostate glands quickly speeded up the tempo of the encounter. Rodrigo moaned that he was about to cum, and Daniel pulled off his tool just long enough to say, “So am I – let’s go for it.” Their mutual sucking speeded up even more, the groans got louder, and then Rodrigo’s ass muscle contracted around Daniel’s probing finger as his cock shot off a hot load of juice into Daniel’s busy mouth.

Seconds later, Daniel returned the favour, pushing his cock all the way into Rodrigo’s throat while his load fired off, pumping out spurt after spurt. Rodrigo choked and pulled off for a moment, then dove back on and manfully swallowed Daniel’s entire load as Daniel had swallowed his.

After the excitement abated, Daniel swung back up to come face to face with Rodrigo, and they shared a series of wet and sloppy kisses, enjoying the mingled flavour of their cum loads.

At last, Daniel spoke. “Damn, that was good.”

“You said it. Fuck, man, do you always cum a gallon like that?”

“When I haven’t gotten off for a while and I’m feeling the need, yeah.”

“Well, you didn’t need to keep to yourself so much. I’ve been ready for you ever since you arrived.”

“Is that because you wanted to get drilled by a famous porn star?

“No, just because you’re a fucking hot stud, and – like you – I’m frustrated.” At that, they both laughed – but then Daniel reached down to adjust his cock, which was already filling up for another bout of sex. Rodrigo stared at it. “Look at you, ready for Round Two just like that. Are you always that fast?”

“Believe it. You ready to get drilled now?”

For answer, Rodrigo rolled onto his stomach, pushing his pale white buns into the air and rolling them from side to side. Daniel immediately plunged his face into Rodrigo’s crack, sucking and licking on the cheeks and tonguing the hole. That hole began to loosen and twitch, showing that Rodrigo was every bit as ready as Daniel. He took a few more minutes to dig right into that ass, tongue-fucking Rodrigo until Rodrigo was moaning and muttering, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Then Daniel got up on his knees, planted the tip of his cock at the opening, and began to lean, pressing down and in until the ring gave way. Rodrigo let out a loud moan as Daniel slowly pushed the entire Hawaiian Nine all the way into his quivering fuck tunnel.

Rodrigo moaned again and twisted around on the bed as Daniel began to fuck ass, slowly building up from an easy start to full ramming speed. His hole was struggling to cope, feeling the massive shaft pulling half of his ring out on each stroke, and then shoving it back into place as that huge cock plunged deep inside him again.

Then Daniel leaned right down and wrapped his arms around Rodrigo’s body, as taut and muscled as his own, before rolling over onto his back. That brought Rodrigo up on top and he instantly began heaving up and down, fucking himself into a frenzy on Daniel’s thick pole. Rodrigo was taking it all the way to the root on every stroke, his hole stretched almost as wide as if he had two dicks inside him, and still moaning and chanting, “fuck… fuck… fuck….”

Daniel grunted, “Gonna cum soon – gonna breed your hot man hole.”

“Fuck, yeah. Fill me up, stud – give it to me!”

Daniel grasped Rodrigo’s hips, holding him still in the air, arched his back, and began pounding hard and fast, straight up into that welcoming hole, driving himself towards another huge orgasm. Rodrigo got hold of his own cock, and began jerking it like a madman, slamming his hand up and down as Daniel worked his hole harder and harder.

Then it happened. Daniel came first, with a loud groan, as his cock convulsed and pumped another big load of cream up inside Rodrigo. Just as he slammed all the way inside and held it there, Rodrigo yelled, “Yes! Fucking cumming!” and shot a fountain of cum clear up to splatter across his face, then a series of shorter jets which smeared themselves across his straining abs while Daniel groaned as the last of his load pumped out.

Rodrigo rolled off, then, desperately trying to clamp his hole shut so that Daniel’s load wouldn’t leak out. He loved falling asleep with a man’s cream inside him. But Daniel had other ideas, pushing Rodrigo’s legs up into the air so he could suck and slurp his load out of that gaping hole and then share it with Rodrigo in an ecstatic snowball kiss.

Finally, Daniel rolled away, still breathing heavily. After a few minutes, he said quietly, “Fuck, that was terrific.” His answer was a gentle snore. He smiled, pulled the sheet up over both of them, and settled down for the night, curled up behind Rodrigo in the big spoon position.

In the morning, the two of them awoke late, having been sated by their two wild rounds of hot sex at bedtime. They were the last two to appear in the kitchen. Arian winked at Brad as Daniel and Rodrigo dragged themselves in, aiming for the coffee maker. His first words were, “You two look well rested. I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep – all the background noise.”

Brad innocently added, “Yeah, me too. Sounded like a couple of wild animals mating in the bushes outside.”

Daniel growled, and Rodrigo chuckled and flipped them the finger. Then all four of them laughed.

From then on, Rodrigo spent most nights in Daniel’s bed. Neither of them would have said it was a relationship, though. It was purely and simply a sexual connection, a couple of hot guys helping each other to scratch the itch – nothing more.

But it was definitely hot. There was the day when Rodrigo steered Daniel to swim around and  into a small cove some way to the west of the main beach, an isolated little enclave which could only be reached by rock climbing or by water. They spent the afternoon replaying From Here to Eternity there, finally returning out to the open ocean and back to headquarters with sore asses, sore cocks, and a severe case of scratchy sand in every little nook and cranny that sand could get into.

Or take the calm, moonless night when they ran down to the shore in the shelter of the big rock pile at the east end of the beach and fucked each other full of sperm in the placid ocean backwater with the light of the stars blazing overhead.

Rodrigo was no fool. He loved having hot sex on tap whenever needed, and didn’t want anything more himself, but he could tell that Daniel was deliberately putting up a barrier, holding himself aloof from any kind of emotional response at all whenever they got it on. At first, he took that as simply the practised response to sexual activity during a scene shoot – and he wasn’t wrong in that. What set him wondering whether there was something further about it was a short trip to the mainland, a trip during which he met and fucked with a buddy who’d been involved in the porn biz for a while.

Back in Hawaii again, he decided to try prodding Daniel a bit and see what came up.

They were sitting on the bench one morning with their coffee, looking down across the sand at the sunrise. Rodrigo carefully said, “You know, Daniel, when I was in L.A. last week I met an old buddy who told me you were quite the heartbreaker back before you came here.” Daniel tried to laugh it off, but Rodrigo persisted. “According to him, there were a couple of guys who fell for you pretty badly but couldn’t make any headway cracking your shell.”

Daniel laughed again. “You seemed to crack it pretty easily.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. Getting you into bed isn’t difficult, but you’re a hard man to get to know – really get to know. What’s the deal?”

Rodrigo asked, even though he fully expected resistance, evasion, diversion. To his considerable surprise, Daniel not only considered the question but then actually responded. “I don’t know how much you know about my life, but even the bigger rumours should tell you something about me. I was eighteen when I first went to L.A. and got involved in the porn business. A few months later, my dear mother, that good Christian family woman” -- and he said the words with a sneer – “found out and banned me from her life, told me never to come home. When my dad tried to speak up for me, she threw him out too. My brother and sisters sided with me and my dad, and that ripped the whole family apart. After taking my part against my mom, my dad ended up blaming me for the whole mess and now my brother and my sisters won’t talk to me either.

“Then there was my boyfriend.” Another sneer. “A sleazy porn producer with a real weakness for big cock but no notion how to treat people well. He got me involved in the business by filming us together and using it, without my permission, in a video he was producing. Class A manipulative asshole – a real slime bucket. Next thing you know, I’d been pretty much blackmailed into being a porn model, without even planning it that way. My only lucky break was the size of my dick – that, and the fact that I could always cum on demand, multiple times. That led to my screen name, made me a valuable asset in any video, and soon enough it let me write my own ticket.

“The last film I made for that creep, the guy he paired me with gave me something more than just a good tight hole to breed. That’s how I found out that his shithole company was taking samples from the models but wasn’t even bothering about actually getting them tested or anything. I went to the doctor, got it treated, and it cleared up, fortunately.

“But that was the breaking point. As soon as I could swing it, I used my reputation, got a gig in someone else’s video, and walked out of that asshole’s life for good. I might have been the top, but he was the one who really fucked me over. Before long, I’d gotten my own company going, and managed to make him eat dirt when his business dried up. From then on, sex was business and nothing but. And that’s my story. Not a life where any real human emotions would ever get you anywhere or become rewarding in any way. Does that answer your question?”

Rodrigo sat in stunned silence. His friend in L.A. had told him the bare outlines, but he hadn’t expected it to be as rotten as this. At last, he managed to speak. “Daniel, why are you telling me all this in so much detail?”

“Well, you wanted to know.”

“My friend gave me the impression that you were famous for keeping everything to yourself.”

Daniel sighed. “You’re right. I was and I did -- and look what it’s done to me. It’s been like eleven months since I came down here, and it’s taken me that long just to figure out that I’m too fucked up for words. You can’t go through that kind of shit without having some pretty intense emotional reactions, but I just bottled them all up. All that hate and despair and rage that I was compressing inside had built up in me to the point where I had to start spilling it out and somehow manage to let it all go before it destroyed me.”

Rodrigo could see and hear that Daniel was on the verge of cracking. He put down his mug, and wrapped his arms around Daniel, pulling him in close while the big guy exploded in heart-wrenching sobs, sobs that were heaving up almost from the soles of his feet.

Brad and Arian spotted them from the house, but the two of them realized that whatever was going on between Daniel and Rodrigo was serious, not a subject for joking, and something they’d better leave Rodrigo to handle.

Finally, Daniel pulled himself together, dried his eyes, and sat up straight again. He gave Rodrigo a wan smile, and finally said, “I haven’t told you the worst of it yet.”

Rodrigo was almost scared to ask, but he figured from the look on his face that Daniel needed to spill this more than anything else. “Go on.”

Daniel said slowly. “I’ve finally realized that I fell in love with a guy, and I’m pretty sure he fell in love with me. I couldn’t figure it out when it happened, because I was too messed up to recognize my own feelings for what they were.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing. It’s too late. He’s found someone else.”

 

 

 

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Chapter 9:  New Directions

 

Over a period of some five months after the goodbye party, Laszlo gradually set aside his heartbreak and began charting a new direction for his life. Following in the footsteps of his mentor, Daniel (if he had only known it), he took his savings from his nascent porn career and enrolled in a college accounting and business management program. He hoped in time to start his own business (although not as a porn producer) and reasoned that a solid background in financial management would be a signal benefit when he did.

Once he got well underway with his courses, he let himself accept a few offers for film gigs from other studios. Here again he was unknowingly following Daniel in taking only such offers as could be fitted into his holiday periods from classes, and always trying to hold out for the right to pick his own scene partners.

Around the five-month mark, he got a phone call from Lianne, who had continued working for Powerdrill Films, the company which had bought out Hawaiian Nine. The call was to let him know that he and Daniel had been jointly nominated for Scene Couple of the Year for their memorable romantic scene in Nine in the Woods. She filled him in on the details of time (the next month) and location for this year’s awards show (Ibiza) and made the arrangements for a hotel room and tickets to the post-show supper and the morning-after brunch for him. After covering the business, he asked her off-hand who else she’d been in touch with.

“Easier to say who I haven’t gotten. I’ve talked to everyone on the film now, except for Daniel.”

Something in the tone of her voice prompted him to ask, “He didn’t get back to you?”

“Not that. His phone’s gone off.” She continued, imitating to perfection the synthetic tone of a canned phone-company voice, “The number you have reached is not in service.”

Laszlo was at a complete loss for words.

Fortunately, Lianne went on for him. “If you happen to hear from him, would you ask him to contact me? I need to talk to him about hotel and tickets.”

“I’ll pass the message, Lianne, if I get the chance, but I haven’t heard from him either -- and from the sound of things I don’t think I’m likely to.”

Lianne whistled in dismay. “Now, that’s surprising. I got the distinct impression that he was falling for you this last year or so.”

“I wouldn’t know from anything he said or did, other than that scene.”

“Well, Laszlo, that’s not nothing. I would have sworn that both of you went far beyond acting in that one.”

“Wait…? What…??? You actually watched our scene???”

“Don’t sound so surprised. Damn, I swear young guys today are so naïve. Yes, I watched it – several times. It isn’t only straight men who get wound up by watching two members of the opposite sex get it on. It was so real, actually heartfelt. Smart money says that’s why the two of you are going to win the award.”

Musing on the conversation later, Laszlo wondered if Lianne’s perception was on point. If so, it made it even odder that Daniel had just disappeared into the wild blue yonder. A similar conversation with Jim and Steve led to an invitation to meet them for dinner on the night they arrived in Ibiza, three nights before the awards ceremony.

And then it was time to fly over to Spain again, this time adding on an extra shuttle flight from Madrid to Ibiza at the end of an already long and tedious journey. Sign of the changing times, Daniel’s ever-hopeful backer had vanished at the same time Daniel did, and the company had to fly over in economy class this time – the cattlecar, as Laszlo wryly put it to himself. At least, he thought, this time I’m not confined to barracks. There was no need this year to save himself up for a shoot immediately after, and he took full advantage of the opportunity to socialize with all the other hot guys on hand.

That list began on the night they arrived with Jim and Steve. Their dinner conversation wandered around in circles multiple times, branching off into other directions repeatedly, and then just as often coming back to the strange disappearance of Daniel. Nobody, it seemed, had heard from him or seen him, and nobody had any idea why.

Jim, however, made a shrewd observation. “He’d been getting antsy for a couple of years now. Whenever I saw him, part of his mind always seemed to be somewhere else. I’d guess that he’s been wanting to break free for a while, go back ten spaces, hit the reset button, and start the game over from there, with the aim of ending up in a different place that seems to him like less of a dead-end trap.”

Steve and Laszlo both nodded at that – Steve because he had good reason to trust his husband’s ability to study people under the skin, and Laszlo because everything Jim was saying squared with his own observations.

When dinner was all finished, and Steve had paid the bill, Jim casually said, “Big night tomorrow. Time to hit the hay.” The two of them got up, and Laszlo rose too, prepared to say thanks and goodnight. Then Jim added one more word. “Coming?”

Laszlo laughed. “Not too quickly, I hope.”

Ten minutes later, the three of them were washing each other down in the shower. At least, there was a bit of washing going on but far more kissing, groping, sucking, and finger-fucking. Finally, Steve shut the water off, and everyone dried off before adjourning the meeting to the bed.

Laszlo started things off by trying again – and failing again – to deep throat Steve’s massive tower of power. Jim just laughed, watching him gamely struggling to get more than seven inches of that enormous dick inside his face. In another minute, though, Jim had buried his own face deep inside his husband’s ass, and was ferociously tonguing and sucking at the hole, getting it to loosen and open up, preparing it to take cock.

Even after their history, and their film scene together, Laszlo still had trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that Steve, a.k.a. Rod Rammer, the king of porn stud tops, actually preferred to take cock inside his ass.

But now he watched eagerly, stroking his own cock slowly, as Jim applied a handful of spit to his tool and slid it into his husband’s eager hole. Steve opened right up as that rigid cock penetrated him and let out a satisfied moan as it sank in all the way. Jim leaned over Steve’s muscled back, planting his hands on either side of his man’s body as he began pumping. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and barked at Steve to roll over. Steve obediently rolled onto his back and lifted his legs into the air. Then Jim turned to Laszlo and smiled, saying “Your turn.”

Laszlo eagerly moved forward and slid into Steve’s welcoming man cunt, his cock penetrating all the way as Steve grasped his torso and pulled him farther in. Jim moved in behind Laszlo, massaging his ass and toying with his hole. Laszlo turned his head, and said, “Put that thing in me, Jim.” At once, Jim added another shot of spit to his tool and then entered Laszlo’s butt.

This three-way fuck train continued for another two minutes. Steve felt almost as if both of these hot guys were fucking him at once – and as he thought that, he suddenly realized that “almost as if” wasn’t good enough for him any more.

“I want both of you inside me -- together. Double fuck me!”

Jim asked in disbelief, “You want DP.”

“Too fucking right. Do it!”

Jim said to Laszlo, “Pull out and lie down beside him.” Then he turned to his husband and told him to get up and sit on Laszlo’s dick. Once Steve did that, Laszlo pulled him back until he was lying nearly prone on Laszlo’s chest. Then Jim added a generous shot of lube to his tool and slowly began working it in, a bit at a time, until both he and Laszlo were fully buried inside Steve. And that was a historic moment. The legendary Rod Rammer was getting rammed by two cocks at once for the first time ever.

Laszlo was slightly in awe at being asked to participate in this double penetration, but Steve’s repeated pleas to “come on, guys, fuck me like you mean it” got him over the feeling and he settled right in to give Steve the fucking he deserved. With Jim moving in and out at the same time, the two of them could feel their cocks rubbing up against each other as well, and the sensation was driving Laszlo into a frenzy of lust such as he’d rarely felt before. Even being on the bottom end of DP himself hadn’t driven him this crazy. As for Jim, he’d never participated in a DP in any way, so his heightened excitement was inevitable.

And it was Jim who first gasped, “Fuck, guys, I can’t hold it! I’m gonna cum!”

Steve grasped his cock, moaning, “Yes! Me too!”

Laszlo at once speeded up his fuck strokes into Steve’s tortured hole, wanting to try to cum right with his two hosts if he could.

It was Steve who shot first, going into a total state of prolonged orgasm as his hole couldn’t contract fully and kept spasming around the two dicks in it. Jim could stand only a moment of that treatment before his tool swelled up and erupted inside Steve’s guts. The sensation of Jim’s dick twitching and pulsing, and the hot cream of his orgasm flowing around his own cock quickly brought Laszlo up to the peak and he erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm just seconds behind Jim.

Their combined loads slowly oozed out of Steve’s gaping hole around their two cocks, as Steve lay with a blissful, all gone expression on his face. Laszlo’s cock slid out first, and Jim’s followed shortly after, with a tidal wave of cum slowly running out after it as Steve’s hole refused to close up for a good two minutes. Steve’s body had completely collapsed on top of Laszlo, and Laszlo eventually had to push him off as the inert weight was becoming painful.

The three of them lay in bed, side by side, panting for air, with cream running down three cock shafts and one pair of ass cheeks. Even for a pair of professional porn performers, this was a peak level experience for the record books. Laszlo couldn’t think when he had last cum so hard or shot so much.

Eventually, he got up, cleaned himself up, and pulled on his clothes. His hosts just lay together in bed, smiling in the aftermath. When he was dressed, Laszlo kissed both of them and thanked them for a great evening.

Steve replied, “No, thank you! I’ve been wanting to do that for ages, and I’m so glad you could help make it happen. It felt fucking amazing!”

Jim smiled as Laszlo chuckled and waved goodbye before letting himself out.

The next day was set aside for a massive all-day pool party for all the attendees. Clear sky, warm breezes, blazing sunshine, a huge pool, tons of food, an open bar, and hundreds of hot guys – the ingredients were all there for a first-rate wild time.

Laszlo enjoyed just lounging in the pool for a while, chatting with his friends and a couple of other young hotties who were drawn to this famous porn star like moths to a candle. Eventually, he found that his drink was empty, a state of affairs which must not be allowed to continue. He had just climbed out of the pool to head back to the bar, when a vaguely familiar voice called out his name. He swung around and found himself looking right into the face of his volleyball teammate from high school, Miklos. His jaw just about dropped when he took in the way that the scrawny kid he remembered had put on muscle since they’d last seen each other six years earlier. Not only that, Miklos had also put on a lot more self-confidence, immediately wrapping his arms around Laszlo with a hug and a kiss, punctuated by a firm squeeze of his butt.

In the pool, Jim caught Steve’s eye and gave him a broad wink before they both turned back to watch as events unfolded.

“Step back, Miklos – let me get a really good look at you.”

“Likewise.”

Miklos was definitely a sight for sore eyes, from his broad shoulders down over his big pecs, then following the treasure trail down over the ridged abs towards the tight little brief swimsuit which was having a hard time containing his growing cock. That was certainly due to the way Laszlo’s own hard-earned muscles were shown off by his tan and by his own skimpy brief, with the high-cut sides over his ass cheeks.

Laszlo’s mouth unconsciously watered as he remembered the day back in high school when he’d clandestinely sucked Miklos off in the locker room – at a moment when they were both supposed to be back on the court for the next game in a tournament. Fortunately, Miklos had been as fast as he was, and he’d swallowed the last mouthful of cum and stood up just as the assistant coach walked in, yelling at them to get their asses back out onto the court.

That had been Laszlo’s first load, and he instantly found himself getting hard at the thought of a rematch – at a more advanced level, of course. From the looks of the front of his swimsuit, Miklos was definitely primed for action too. Laszlo pulled him in close again, groped him firmly, and said quietly, “My room – come on.”

They were already kissing and groping each other like madmen in the elevator going up. As soon as the door of the room swung shut behind them, Laszlo immediately dropped to his knees and started pulling the front of Miklos’ tight pink briefs out and down to release his cock. Miklos reached over his head to twist the door lock, and then focused on Laszlo, whose tongue was already taking some very smooth and well-practised swipes up and down the shaft.

When he peeled back the skin and began tonguing the head, Miklos shuddered with excitement and anticipation. For now, he was just enjoying an expert blowjob, but he really wanted to get his hands and tongue and cock into that sweet ass.

After Laszlo had spent several minutes bobbing up and down and twisting his mouth around the shaft of that uncut tool on each stroke, Miklos pulled him up to his feet.

“My turn.”

Miklos now dropped to the floor and spun Laszlo around, tugging his tight suit over to one side until he could get his finger into the crack. Then he leaned in and began to lick and kiss the sides, while his right hand probed the tight button deep down, and his left hand held that small piece of pale blue fabric out of the way.

Then he pulled back his right hand and, without removing his mouth, slid the hand between Laszlo’s legs and up over the bulge, squeezing his rock-hard cock on the way, until his hand caressed the exposed head which had pushed past the narrow waistband and was shimmering with juice in the open air. Miklos grabbed that waistband, and tugged it down, releasing Laszlo’s cock and balls as he slid it slowly all the way down his legs. He then shoved his face all the way into Laszlo’s ass, eagerly sucking and eating the hole while his right hand continued to manipulate that dripping cock. In no time he had Laszlo groaning and then saying, “Dammit! Quit the teasing and fuck me already!”

It was all Miklos needed to hear. He removed his hand, stood up, swiped a couple of handfuls of a mix of his spit and Laszlo’s cock juice over the head of his tool, and then planted it against the hole and gave it a healthy shove. Laszlo cried out as the cock penetrated him instantly, going all the way in on the first stroke. Miklos wasn’t the biggest guy he’d ever taken (that was Rod Rammer’s honour) but it was still a lot of man meat to have driven into him that quickly. Miklos stopped then, knowing that Laszlo needed a bit of time. He waited for a minute or two until Laszlo’s muscle ring stopped fighting him, and then he began to fuck ass.

Laszlo groaned again as Miklos drove it into him over and over, plunging deep and fast and pulling back all the way until his head was trapped in the ring. As Laszlo began working his muscles to tease and squeeze Miklos, the big blond was rapidly relearning the difference between newbies and reluctant virgins versus a truly experienced bottom who knew how to make the ride all the better for both of them.

Laszlo was having an incredible time too. He’d been fucked by a number of guys, obviously, but never before in a standing position, and the way Miklos was driving into him was stirring him up and exciting him almost beyond belief. He’d already decided that for his next film he’d love to get fucked this way on camera, sure that his excitement would show in his face.

Laszlo was giving Miklos such a wild time that he suddenly realized that he was going to cum, and too soon. He started to slow down, but Laszlo protested. “Nooo! Keep pounding me!”

“Fuck, man, I’m going to cum too soon if I do.”

“Go for it! We can always go for round two. Come on, blow that load inside me. Fill me up!”

Miklos willingly revved the throttle up again and was soon pounding Laszlo’s hole like an oil well pump gone ballistic. After only about 30 seconds of that treatment, the moment arrived. Miklos grunted out, “Cumming!”

Laszlo moaned. “Yes! Cum in my ass!!!”

Miklos slammed in one last time and held it there as his cock convulsed, flooding Laszlo’s hole with an enormous load of sperm. Laszlo grabbed his own tool, beat it half a dozen times, and shot a blast of cum onto the wall where it dribbled slowly down towards the floor.

They stood there, with Miklos clinging firmly to Laszlo until his cock slowly softened and then slid out of Laszlo’s hole. Laszlo turned slowly around to kiss him, and Miklos grinned. “Look at that! Super wild round of sex, breeding, and two loads of cum, and we didn’t even wrinkle the bed sheets. Are we good or what?”

Laszlo had to laugh.

They lay down on the bed and cuddled for a while, playing with each other’s cocks and asses, but it took a while after that huge orgasm before their cocks began to refill for another round. Then Laszlo took control, straddling Miklos’ chest to feed his cock into the bigger guy’s mouth. Miklos was also an experienced cocksucker, and gave Laszlo the kind of top-notch treatment that brought his cock to full rigidity in no time at all.

Laszlo then swung around and sat on Miklos’ face, forcing the erstwhile top to eat out his ass while he leaned forward to suck that big uncut cock again. Miklos loved the taste of cum fresh from an ass, so he didn’t object at all. It was another matter, though, when Laszlo turned yet again, grabbed Miklos by the shoulders, and flipped him into a face-down position, then straddled his back and began to eat his ass.

“Hey,” Miklos protested, “I thought I was the top here1”

Laszlo laughingly said, “All good things must come to an end and every empire must fall,” as he plunged his finger into the tight hole and began wriggling it around. “So be a good guy and just shut up and take it like a man!”

Miklos laughed then, but his laughs soon turned to groans as Laszlo’s tongue penetrated his hole and began fucking him with sharp little thrusts. In just another minute or so, he was twisting around on the bed and moaning that he wanted cock in his ass.

Laszlo straightened up, placed the tip of his rigid tool against the button, and then pushed slowly but forcefully down. Miklos popped open and Laszlo entered, thrusting his way inch by inch until his entire cock was buried deep in the hole. Miklos was gasping for breath. It was evident that he hadn’t been fucked for a while. His hole was tight enough that it felt, to Laszlo, almost like he’d never been fucked before, and that made the action of driving repeatedly into his body tremendously exciting.

It only took about five minutes before Laszlo felt his orgasm building, and asked Miklos where he wanted the load. Miklos promptly replied, “Inside me. Cum in my ass!” Laszlo speeded up his thrusts and then exploded inside Miklos, drenching his colon with cum.

But Miklos was nowhere near ready to cum. Laszlo waited a minute until his cock softened a bit, then he pulled out and rolled Miklos over again. His cock was sticking painfully straight up into the air. Laszlo lifted those long legs up, swiped a palmful of his cum out of Miklos’ ass crack, wiped it onto his own ass, and then sat down on that big rigid tool and began riding. Miklos groaned aloud as Laszlo practically raped himself on his cock, ramming himself up and down  as hard and fast as he could go. Finally, Miklos could take no more and let his orgasm come, flooding Laszlo’s guts with another huge load of his seed.

Eventually, Laszlo detached and flopped on the bed beside Miklos and they both fell asleep. He awoke to find Miklos looking down at him with a wistful kind of smile.

“What time is it?” Laszlo asked.

“About 5:00.”

“Let’s get back out there before everyone eats all the food.”

“Good plan.”

They both slid their swimsuits back on. At least, as Miklos observed, they were fitting better now that the tension had been relieved.

When they sauntered back out onto the pool deck together, they manfully endured some ribbing from members of the crowd who knew one or the other (or both) of them. More drinks, more time in the pool, more hugging and kissing with more hot guys, more groping and squeezing.

But then Laszlo looked at the food laid out on the buffet – there was plenty of it left -- and groaned in dismay. It was a thoroughly American spread of really heavy foods – burgers, fries, sausages, fried chicken, and over-sauced ribs.

“What the fuck is the use of this trash? I’m in Spain, I’d like to eat tapas, seafood, paella, veggies, that kind of thing. I didn’t fly all this way just to eat fucking factory burgers!”

“Agreed,” Miklos responded heartily. “Want to slide out and go get dinner somewhere else?”

Laszlo looked around. The sun was definitely dropping towards the horizon but the coloured lights around the pool were coming on and the band was warming up at the bandstand. He suddenly thought that he also didn’t want any loud music pounding in his ears today. It had been a fun day, but enough was enough.

“Deal. Meet me in the hotel lobby in…” and he glanced at his phone “…45 minutes.”

An hour later, the two of them were walking along a street towards a highly recommended seafood restaurant. The street scene around them was lively enough, but it wasn’t a patch on the roaring noise of the pool party which was slowly receding behind them.

The restaurant proved to be a quiet, cool hideaway up a narrow lane between old stone houses, with vine-draped trellises arching over the tables on the outdoor patio. The server recommended a tangy, dry white wine from the list, and they ordered a selection of tapas of varying kinds.

Over the meal, they chatted about their respective careers. It wasn’t surprising that Laszlo hadn’t gotten wind of Miklos being in the industry too, as he was (like Laszlo) using a screen alias but (unlike Laszlo) he now looked wildly different from the way he had looked when they’d known each other in school.

Miklos had freelanced with a couple of different producers, and he kept Laszlo in stitches with his stories of how he kept getting paired with young twinks whose job was to get fucked but who kept turning out to not enjoy it at all, which meant that he had to be careful not to ram them too hard – and that in turn made it very hard for him to keep hard. His biggest howler was the twink who’d broken the moment when Miklos was winding up to cum by suddenly and loudly saying, “Fuck, I hate these cheap, itchy sheets.”

“Bet they didn’t sign him for another film in a hurry,” Laszlo choked out between bellows of laughter as he wiped his watering eyes.

Laszlo in turn shared some stories about the various people at Hawaiian Nine, assuring Miklos that despite what people were saying, Will and Eddie (the camera guys) really had put down their cameras and made an unplanned leap into the scene that day when he filmed his debut scene with Daniel.

Then Miklos went right where Laszlo knew he was bound to go, given the direction of the conversation.

“So, tell me, Laszlo: what was it like having the Hawaiian Nine as a boyfriend?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, you two were definitely an item. Everyone said so.”

“Then everyone was wrong. We most certainly were not an item. Nobody was ever an item with him. You couldn’t crack that guy’s shell. It was harder to break into than Fort Knox.”

“Laszlo, you sound like you wanted to.”

“Well, naturally, I was curious about what made him tick. But I couldn’t figure him out at all. However, just to satisfy your gay gossip monger curiosity, we did sleep together. To be precise, we had sex together exactly five times – and two of those were on camera. A third one was when he broke my ass in off camera so it wouldn’t take all day to fuck me for the first time on camera.”

“Shit. He took your cherry? Lucky devil.”

Laszlo laughed. “I’ll bet a lot of people thought that. But it was like everything else. Whatever the Hawaiian Nine did, it was strictly business all the way. He could be really friendly, affable, even chatty, but that was out of necessity for being in business. I don’t think that man has a clue how to relate to anyone outside of a business negotiation.”

“So where did he go to? Word on the street is that he’s disappeared.”

“In this one case, the Word on the Street has got it right. He cancelled his cell phone, sold his condo, and vanished. Out of town? I don’t know. Which direction? No idea. What’s he doing now? No one’s heard. Rumours are flying, but there’s a distinct shortage of definite answers.”

“Laszlo, you sound like you are worried.”

“Naturally. He was a likable guy and he really helped me a lot. But he lived so totally for his company, and now that’s he’s sold it, I have no idea of what he might do that would fill that big gaping hole in his life. So yes, I’m worried about him.”

Miklos changed the subject, with a slightly belated show of tact. The rising edge in Laszlo’s voice warned him not to pursue the topic of the Hawaiian Nine any further.

They walked back to the hotel together, and Laszlo thanked Miklos for a delicious dinner and a pleasant evening.

Then Miklos asked, “Can I see you again?”

Laszlo looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, and then said, “Yes, I’d like that. My treat.”

The next afternoon, out at the pool, Lianne looked searchingly at the two of them sitting together, a bit apart from the rest of the gang. Marina asked her, “What’s caught your eye?”

“Those two. Laszlo and that big blond guy, what’s his name?”

“Adam Orban,” Marina supplied – using Miklos’ screen name.

“They’re giving me déjà vu. Remember that Icelandic hunk, Johannis, and that little Latino, Miguel? Love at first sight. This looks the same – maybe not as intense, but still….”

“Good for Laszlo,” Marina said heartily. “Maybe it’ll take his mind off his lost love.”

Lianne nodded. “Yes, that would be nice for him. But he’s still got to get through tomorrow night. You know as well as I do that he’s going to have to go up there on stage by himself and pick up a trophy that’s meant for him and Daniel together. It’s got to be making him edgy. God knows what will happen.”

That night, Laszlo took over as host and they ate another magnificent meal in a different, but equally enticing, restaurant – this one up in Dalt Vila -- specializing in fresh fish and spiny lobster. After they’d returned to the hotel, Miklos returned the favour by inviting Laszlo to stay for the night with him. They took turns breeding each other before falling asleep in the early hours of the morning.

Around ten o’clock in the morning, Miklos came slowly awake to be conscious of a distinct feeling of fullness in his lower regions. After a few moments, it dawned on him that Laszlo had slowly entered him and begun to slide gently in and out while he was still asleep. It felt wonderful. He purred happily, reaching behind him to grasp Laszlo’s hip, and pulling him closer. Laszlo wrapped his arm around Miklos, stroking his nipples gently as he began to speed up his pumping action just a bit. Miklos was as eager and open to his cock as Laszlo was eager to enjoy Miklos’ muscular butt and to breed his hole again.

Miklos had never played small spoon before, but he was quickly discovering how much he loved doing it in this position. Laszlo, too, was having a great start to his day. The smooth, silky warmth of his partner’s hole was stroking his cock to perfection as he slid in and out. He, too, enjoyed the sensation of being curled around a muscular man’s back, with his arm draped over the broad chest so his hand could toy with the nipples. There was no denying it. Laszlo and Miklos were both enjoying this unique morning wake-up call very much and neither one wanted to bring it to an end.

Before long, though, Laszlo’s cock cast the deciding vote, overruling the two men’s other sensations. As it began a telltale quivering and started to swell up, Laszlo gasped out, “Fuck – can’t stop it, I’m going to cum!”

“Yes! Give it me, Laszlo! Breed my ass!”

That was all it took. He gave a series of quick little thrusts and his cock exploded, drenching Miklos’ guts with his sperm. Miklos had begun beating his own meat without even realizing it and now erupted all over the bedsheets as Laszlo’s orgasm began to wind down.

The two of them detached from each other, and rolled back together, face to face, cuddling and kissing each other happily. Finally, though, Miklos said, “I hate to ruin the moment, it’s too perfect, but my stomach has started rumbling. It wants to be fed. Let’s get cleaned up and get some breakfast.”

Laszlo and Miklos enjoyed a long, luxurious shower with a great deal of stroking and caressing each other before going down to breakfast. As they sat down with their espresso, chilled fruit, and fresh rolls with ham and cheese, Laszlo said, “Gotta love a hotel restaurant that keeps serving breakfast right up until noon.” Miklos heartily agreed. After eating, they got changed and spent another lazy afternoon out by the pool. As the day wore on, Miklos could sense that Laszlo was getting increasingly antsy.

That was hardly surprising. This was the night of the big awards ceremony, and Miklos was just as certain as everyone else that Laszlo would have to cross the stage. He could also make a guess, on the basis of their conversation two nights earlier, at the root cause of Laszlo’s nerves, even though he didn’t quite see the full extent of the issues involved.

Laszlo was, in fact, every bit as nervous and frightened as Lianne had feared he would be. Miklos came to his room with all his formal gear to get ready. They’d ordered up some snacks from room service by way of a light dinner. Laszlo’s hands were shaking as he put on his formal suit. He had to grip them together to steady them enough so that he could help Miklos with his bowtie, and then stand still for Miklos to put his on. His nervousness had convinced Miklos, without even having to ask, that Laszlo’s feelings for the Hawaiian Nine ran far deeper than he was willing to admit.

“Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Miklos hugged him firmly, patting his back for reassurance, and then they headed down to the lobby where a stream of limos were picking up nominees and other prestige guests for the drive to the theatre.

The car stopped and Laszlo and Miklos got out. Before they headed towards the red carpet and the entrance, Laszlo reached out and took Miklos by the hand, while the fans chattered, and the cameras flashed. As they walked the red carpet, as they took their seats in the auditorium, as the audience seats filled up with a crowd of hundreds of hot guys dressed to the nines, Laszlo kept looking repeatedly around, clinging to the faint hope that Daniel might choose at the last moment to put in an appearance. The lights dimmed, the awards ceremony began, and “faint hope” slowly changed to “no hope.”

The opening speeches, the entertainment from a dance troupe of barely clad hunks in dance belts and not much else, the outrageous stand-up comedy routine about the industry from a pair of catty drag queens, all served only to wind Laszlo’s nerves up even tighter.

Finally it came time for the presentations to begin. The first five or six awards were presented, and then it was the moment – as Laszlo knew from the pre-printed programme. The insider chat throughout the day had all been about him and Daniel, and he was taking it as a given that they would receive the award.

The presenter for this award was Archer McManus. His deep bass voice scarcely needed a microphone as his words boomed out over the audience. “The Scene Couple of the Year award is one that won’t necessarily be presented every year, because it takes a special kind of chemistry to make a pair of models in a scene appear to be truly a couple. If they really are partnered, of course, they have a bit of a head start, but even then their personal chemistry has to translate to the cameras, and that’s not as easy as it sounds. Well, this year, we had a real knockout of a scene that cried out to be given the award. For the slow romantic scene in Nine in the Woods, the award goes to Arpad Nagy and the Hawaiian Nine.”

A storm of applause and cheering filled the air as Laszlo rose and walked down the aisle to the stage. He went up the steps, still half-hoping he’d see another figure coming onstage from the other side. Archer hugged and kissed him, handing him the trophy, and quietly muttering, “Where’s Daniel?”

With sadness in his eyes, Laszlo as quietly replied, “No one knows.” Then he turned to face the crowd and began to speak.

“Anyone who’s ever done this job will tell you that it takes a village to make a really top-notch film and scene. There are so many people I’d like to thank, but I’m just going to take a short cut and say my thanks go to every single person on the fabulous team at Hawaiian Nine Films, a company that will long be remembered for the top-notch quality of the work we all created there.”

He paused and took a deep breath to steady himself.

“As you can see, the one person I’d really like to thank, the man who should be standing here beside me, isn’t with us tonight. I’m sure you’re all wondering why, and all I can say is that no one seems to know where he’s gone.”

The crowd had gone very quiet. It was obvious from the quavering tone of Laszlo’s voice, from the way he was fidgeting with the trophy, that this was something much more than a typical banal thank you speech. Marina and Lianne were sitting with their hands clasped tightly together, silently willing Laszlo to be strong, not to crack.

He took another shuddering breath. “If he were here, I’d give him this trophy to keep for himself because everything I’ve done in this industry, every break I’ve gotten, every success I’ve had, it’s all due to him – to his mentoring, to his experience shared, and above all to his friendship. Wherever the Hawaiian Nine is, I hope he sees a video of this moment -- so he’ll know just how grateful I am. Thank you for everything, my friend. Love you and miss you.”

His eyes suddenly flooded with tears, blinding him as he stepped away from the microphone. Archer had to help him down the steps from the stage, and Lianne then came forward to walk him back to his seat. There she hugged him hard, with tears also streaming out of her eyes. The other members of the Hawaiian Nine family all crowded around to hug him and congratulate him. Then Miklos was there, to hug and kiss him before they sat down together, holding each other’s hands once again as Laszlo rested his head on Miklos’ shoulder.

In the middle of the same row of the audience, an upraised phone was recording the entire moment.

 

 

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Chapter 10:  Breaking Points

 

The morning after his spill-the-beans confession to Rodrigo, Daniel was sitting in his accustomed seat overlooking the beach, coffee mug in hand. Outwardly, nothing looked different from every other morning he’d sat there since his return to Hawaii nearly a year earlier.

Inwardly, though, he was a seething mass of raw emotion. It seemed almost as if Rodrigo’s prying had provided him with the final key he needed to unlock the securely guarded inner fortress of his own self and set all of his suppressed feelings free to work their havoc upon him.

Despair was the prominent feeling. It was, he now recognized, the predominant feeling he’d had for over five weeks, ever since the video had landed in his new and confidential inbox, attached to an email from the one person from his old life with whom he’d maintained contact – Marina. He didn’t know who’d been holding the phone since Marina herself appeared in the video, as did all his old Hawaiian Nine friends and associates. He’d watched with a mixture of immense elation and terrible sadness as his talented protégé, Laszlo, rose to full public prominence on the stage like a bird taking wing for the first time. He’d wept with Laszlo at the emotional final words of his speech. He’d gazed in awe as the entire audience rose to their feet, voices united in an immense roar of approval. He’d looked on with pride and admiration as the whole team crowded around to congratulate Laszlo and love him.

And then, with a sudden stab of real pain, he’d watched Laszlo hugging and kissing the tall blond man whom he didn’t know, then sitting down with him with their hands intertwined as he nestled his head down on the big guy’s broad shoulder. At that moment, all his uncertainties at last settled, he’d realized beyond any shadow of doubt that what he had felt for Laszlo was love, perhaps even the great love of his life, and he had thrown it all away because of the huge emotional ball and chain which he was forever dragging around inside himself. Nor could he imagine for an instant that he would ever get it back again.

What the hell was the use of anything if all of his introspection and self-examination of the last months had led only to this shattering heartbreak? Suddenly, even the delicious Hawaiian coffee turned to mud and ashes in his mouth, and with a grunt of disgust he emptied the mug onto the sand, barely touched. Then he dropped his head down onto his folded arms with a weary sigh and just sat like that, unmoving.

“Daniel.”

He didn’t turn. Rodrigo’s voice sounded concerned, but that was barely a touch of salve for the immense pain he was feeling.

“Daniel… how can I help?”

Daniel’s immediate reaction would have been to snap at Rodrigo to go away, but even in this insane crisis his rigid self-training held good. He beckoned Rodrigo to come and sit beside him, and then took a deep breath.

“Yesterday – what you said, it broke the dam, unlocked something inside me. Now, I’m suffering. The emotions, the anguish – it’s eating me alive.”

“I knew there was something very wrong when you threw away your coffee. You never walk away from a cup of coffee without finishing it. That’s why I came out here.”

Daniel took another deep breath.

“Here’s the reason why. I want you to watch this. The whole thing. Then you’ll understand.”

Rodrigo took the phone, found the video play button on the screen and hit it. Daniel sat, unspeaking, unmoving, staring out at the colouring clouds on the horizon as the whole scene at the video awards ceremony played out on the screen yet again while Rodrigo watched, in awe, in shock, in slowly dawning comprehension.

The video ended, and Rodrigo at last spoke. “So it was him. Arpad Nagy. All along….”

Daniel took his phone back. “No. It never was – but I know now that it should have been.”

“Did you just get this now?”

“No. The awards ceremony was five or six weeks ago. It was sent to me right after that.”

Rodrigo stared at him, appalled at the thought of Daniel trying to carry all this dead weight of emotional baggage around without showing any outward sign for over a month. He said no more, sensing that words weren’t what Daniel needed. Then Daniel shifted a bit closer to him on the bench, and he draped his arm over his unhappy friend’s shoulders and held him close.

Daniel did paddle out to ride the surf that afternoon, gave it a few half-hearted runs, and then paddled back in and called it a day. At dinnertime, Arian and Brad both noted that he was not his usual brightly sarcastic self, but they said nothing. After they’d eaten and Daniel had gone to sit outside again, Brad asked the man who would know.

“Rodrigo, what gives with Daniel? He’s acting like his best friend got killed.”

Rodrigo hesitated for a second, choosing his words carefully. “He’s at a really tough crisis point in his life and trying to figure out what to do about it. Sorry, but that’s all I’m going to say. He trusted me with his story, and I’m not going to blab it around. Best to just leave it alone and let him sort himself out.”

Brad immediately put up his hands. “Okay, I’ll back  off. I just wish there was something we could do.”

“So do I – but there isn’t. He has to do this himself.”

 

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The remainder of the awards weekend after the ceremony had been a different form of sheer hell for Laszlo. He’d had to make at least a courtesy appearance at the supper after the ceremony, and at the farewell brunch the next morning, and he felt as if he was continually getting raked over hot coals by each and every single fan and performer and producer he met. Of course, every person he talked to wanted to:

[a] congratulate him and

talk about how amazing that scene had been to watch and

[c] tell how many loads each of them had whacked out while watching it and (most of all)

[d] ask about the real dirt on the Hawaiian Nine’s disappearance.

It had continued, this time with the participants from other award nominees, all through the long and tedious flights home. These were the worst of all, many of them being the kind of pig-headed stubborn gossips who simply couldn’t accept that “No” or “I don’t know” might be a complete answer. Laszlo had emitted what was probably the biggest sigh of relief of his entire life when he’d claimed his bag in Los Angeles and walked out of the terminal to get into his Uber for the ride home to his apartment in WeHo.

It was now almost five months since the trip to Spain and the awards presentation. Laszlo and Miklos were in bed together. Despite Miklos urging the idea that they should move in together, Laszlo continued to act cautious. Miklos had seen his emotional breakdown at the awards show, and his lengthy tension during the after-events and the flight back to Los Angeles -- and he could clearly sense that the mysterious disappearance of the Hawaiian Nine was at the root of Laszlo’s attitude, although he couldn’t be sure why.

However, this last couple of days, Laszlo had been even more moody. He’d invited Miklos for dinner and to spend the night.  But, truth be told, Laszlo wasn’t being a very good host. He was preoccupied for long stretches of time. He burned the potatoes, although some of them were salvageable. And now they were in bed, but Laszlo had begged off sex – which was unheard of. So Miklos finally decided to take the bull by the horns.

“You’re acting very strange tonight, Laszlo – almost how I can imagine a guy might act if he’d just been told he had an incurable disease.”

Laszlo sighed. “No, it’s not that.” He sat up and swung around so he was facing Miklos. “I’m sorry, Miklos. Things aren’t going to work out between us. I know that now. And I just want you to know, it isn’t anything you did or said. You’re a terrific guy, and you’re going to find a better partner than me with no trouble. But I’m in way over my head with a major personal problem – not medical, so don’t worry! – and I have to be on my own to sort it out. Letting us drift into a relationship was a big mistake – my big mistake. And I’m sorry for that, so sorry.”

Miklos was floored, to put it mildly. But then, as he thought back over the last few weeks, he could remember all the times when Laszlo set limits, kept him at a safe distance, wouldn’t allow himself to go all in with his partner. True, the sex had been great – but Miklos knew that he wanted and deserved more from a relationship than a man who was a perfect sex fiend in bed but somewhat missing in action out of bed.

Laszlo asked timidly, “Are you mad at me?”

Miklos arranged his thoughts for a few seconds. “Not mad, no. Surprised, startled, perhaps a bit shocked, but not angry. I could feel that something wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what it was. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry you’re having a rough time.”

Laszlo smiled sadly. It was a smile that Miklos knew well. “If anybody could have helped me to sort this mess out, you’d have been the one I would have picked. But I’m on my own here.”

Greatly daring, Miklos went right to the point. “Is this something to do with the Hawaiian Nine vanishing?”

Laszlo thought for a minute, and then sighed again. “Okay, you deserve the truth. But please, don’t tell anyone else about this.” Miklos nodded agreement. “Yes, that’s exactly what it is. You may have already guessed that I fell for him like a ton of bricks. Damn silly thing to do, especially in the porn industry, but I couldn’t help myself. I can’t even say why it happened. The last month or so, during and after our final shoot, I could have sworn that he was starting to share my feelings, although he never said so.

“Then, the final release party also turned into a huge goodbye fest for all of us as the company had already been sold. When I came to say goodbye to Daniel, I thanked him for everything he’d done to help me, and then kissed and hugged him. When I went to let go, he was still clinging onto me for another seven or eight seconds – long enough for me to think,  Finally! He’s going to say something! But when he finally let me loose, his only words were, ‘Take care, buddy.’ That was it. And I never saw him again.

“By the way, Lianne and Marina were both convinced that they saw the marks of him falling in love with me as well, so it wasn’t just my idle fancy.

“Three days ago, I got an email from Marina. She told me that she had Daniel’s new email address, but she’d had to promise him up and down not to share it with anyone. She’d sent him a video of the award presentation, and the only answer she got back from him was, ‘Very nice – Laszlo did a great job with that speech.’ Nothing more. And he hasn’t told her where he is, either. It’s been almost a year now since he vanished, and all I know is that he’s alive.”

Miklos felt his heart going out to Laszlo. The heartbreak, the sadness, were palpable in his every word. He reached out and hugged Laszlo hard, but then sat back, still holding him by the shoulders, and said, “So what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know. Do I even want to pursue it, when the guy’s such a cold fish?”

Suddenly, Miklos felt the anger rising in him. He choked it down long enough to say, “Have you even tried? You know, there’s something that comes through loud and clear from your story, and here it is. You never told him how you felt about him! Did you?” Laszlo reluctantly shook his head. “So are you expecting him to do all the work, to be the one to say it first? Any reason why it has to be him? I’m telling you right now, straight out: no, there isn’t. You need to show a little more backbone here, Laszlo – if only for your own sake. Then, if it fails, you can tell yourself that you at least made the effort. And that will make all the difference if it doesn’t work, and you have to move on. So you need to pick yourself up and make that effort. You’ll have to find him, and when you do, you’ll have to be the one to step up and say the scary words – because it sure doesn’t sound like he’s going to go first.”

“So I have to go first.”

“I’d say so. Or else you can just give up now and crawl under a rock and stay there, hating yourself for not speaking out, for the rest of your life.”

Miklos had been a lot more forceful than he’d intended to be, but he’d definitely made an impact.

“You’re right. He won’t ever make the first move, so I guess I’ll have to do it.”

Miklos gave him another big hug. “That’s the spirit,” he murmured in Laszlo’s ear. “Laszlo, I’m sorry I snapped at you like that. I hope you can find him and sort it out. I’m sure you’ll give it a good shot.” Then he got up, got dressed, and looked back at the bed. Laszlo hadn’t moved. He was still sitting in the same place, still staring past the spot where Miklos had been at the wall. But Miklos knew that he was really looking in his mind’s eye at someone else who only he could see. He leaned down and kissed Laszlo. “Goodbye and good luck. It’s been fun.” And then he swung out the door, closing it gently behind him.

Laszlo wept. Hurting Miklos had been the last thing he’d wanted to do, and somehow the fact that he’d taken it so calmly and understandingly – and only got angry when Laszlo sounded like he was going to give up -- made it worse. But his tears didn’t last long. The words Miklos had said finally sank in. “You’ll have to find him, and when you do, you’ll have to be the one to step up and say the scary words – because it sure doesn’t sound like he’s going to go first.”

 

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Rodrigo was getting frustrated. He felt like the world’s most ill-equipped fraud of a psychiatrist as he struggled to figure out a way to help Daniel. It was well over a week since Daniel had shown him the video of the awards presentation, and during that time Daniel had done nothing but mope. He’d even passed up his sacrosanct daily workouts, which Rodrigo found hard to believe. He’d vanish for hours at a time, and then he’d return, looking even more miserable and down in the mouth. And Rodrigo finally decided that he had to take a gamble.

The next morning, Daniel was sitting on his bench, staring out at the sunrise. Sure sign of trouble, he wasn’t even holding a cup of coffee. Rodrigo came out and sat beside him, bringing two steaming mugs. Daniel thanked him, listlessly.

“So, Daniel, what are you going to do?”

“What is there to do? I’ve lost.”

“The only reason you’ve ‘lost,’ as you put it, is that you’ve given up. You’ve folded, without even trying. And you don’t know a single damned thing about that big hunk he was sitting with. You don’t even know if he’s Arpad Nagy’s Mister Fucking Gorgeous Right! You’re just assuming the worst about everything! Quitter!!!”

Rodrigo’s voice had risen to something close to an actual yell as he let his anger blaze. And Daniel fired up in return. “And who made you such a big fucking expert on anything?”

Rodrigo laughed tightly. “That’s better. You’re finally beginning to fight back. Now, when are you going to carry the fight to… I can’t keep calling him ‘Arpad Nagy,’ I know that’s got to be his screen alias. What’s his real name?”

“Laszlo. Laszlo Kertesz.”

“You need to get up off your ass and fight for Laszlo. It’s obvious he loves you.”

“What makes you think it’s so obvious?”

“Daniel, have you ever really focused on that video, apart from the ending? Here, get it out and I’ll show you what I mean.” Daniel fished out his phone, unlocked it, and found the video. Rodrigo took it and began playing it. “Now, watch and listen closely.” He zoomed in so that Laszlo’s face, although slightly blurry, filled the whole screen as he dialed up the volume.

“If he were here, I’d give him this trophy to keep for himself because everything I’ve done in this industry, every break I’ve gotten, every success I’ve had, it’s all due to him – to his mentoring, to his experience shared, and above all to his friendship. Wherever the Hawaiian Nine is, I hope he sees a video of this moment -- so he’ll know just how grateful I am. Thank you for everything, my friend. Love you and miss you.”

Rodrigo paused the video. “Did you hear the way he rasped as he tried to draw a breath? See that struggle written all over his face? Hear the way his voice is quivering, shaking? The two of you won that award together and he’s going to give it to you to keep for yourself. Nobody does that – but he’s said he’s going to do it, and that isn’t nothing! And that last sentence….”

Rodrigo backed up the video and played the last bit again. “Thank you for everything, my friend. Love you and miss you.”

“There. ‘Love you and miss you.’ And then he breaks down and bawls his eyes out, so hard that the presenter has to help him off the stage because he can’t see where he’s going. If that isn’t the perfect portrait of a man desperately and hopelessly in love, I don’t know what would be. And the man he loves sure as hell isn’t that blond hunk. I’d bet that’s just his consolation prize because he feels so empty and lonely right now.”

Daniel made one more brave try. “How can you be so sure? You don’t even know him.”

“Do you? Know him? I mean really know him -- as a whole person?”

Daniel paused for a long moment, so long that Rodrigo began to fear that he was going to shut down again, until he spoke. “No, I don’t know him at all. But I want to. No -- I need to.”

“Good. Just focus on that want, that need. And then go and get him.”

“How?”

“That’s your job. Whatever it takes. Because you do need him. He has to be the one to save you from yourself because I won’t always be here to do it for you.”

At that, Daniel actually laughed – for the first time in nearly two weeks. “You’re such an asshole.”

Rodrigo grinned. “There’s my friend, Daniel, back with us again. Come on, let’s go get some breakfast. Save the workout for later when the beach gets flooded with idiots.”

They walked back to the house together, laughing. Brad saw them coming and instantly felt much better too. So did Arian, when he finally staggered downstairs at nearly nine o’clock with his girl of the moment. She looked suitably baffled at the hilarity in the kitchen at such an early hour.

Daniel’s newly buoyant mood lasted for the entire day. He worked out alongside Rodrigo, with great energy, cracking jokes in his old manner. They each saved an errant swimmer who got in trouble when the lifeguards were elsewhere preoccupied. Daniel actually enjoyed riding the big surf later in the day for the first time in weeks, zipping up and down the waves with all his old flair and style, and riding one especially big crest all the way in.

Best of all, from Rodrigo’s point of view, he went to Rodrigo’s room that night, walking in without knocking, and said, “Get on your knees – my balls are fucking aching.”

Rodrigo bellowed out a hearty laugh. “What do you expect when you swore off for damn near two weeks? Glad to see you escaped from the monastery!”

“On your knees, pronto!”

A moment later, he was sinking his hard cock into Rodrigo’s tight hole. He fucked Rodrigo’s butt with all his old, accustomed energy and fired a first load all the way in after just a few minutes.

“Wow, even for you, that was fast!”

“I’m still just warming up. I’ll have some more ready for you before you know it.”

He pulled out and rolled Rodrigo onto his back, then began eating his ass, sucking that load right back out of it.

“Mmm. That tastes so good.”

“Well, let me have some too! Greedy pig.” Daniel laughed and slid up to kiss Rodrigo, swapping the cum with him. Rodrigo loved the fresh taste of a load sucked out of his own ass. “Let me suck your cock now.”

Daniel straddled his chest, and gladly fed his tool into Rodrigo’s mouth, having learned long since that Rodrigo was one of the finest cocksuckers he’d ever met in his life. By this time his cock was completely hard again, and probably leaking a fresh stream of precum into Rodrigo’s eager mouth.

“Damn, that is so fucking good. You’re amazing.”

Rodrigo spit his tool out. “Shut up and fuck me again.”

Daniel was happy to oblige, butt blasting him a second time and shooting an even bigger load into his already saturated hole.

 

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Laszlo sat at his desk, pondering. It’s all very well for Miklos, he thought, to tell me to go find him because he doesn’t have to figure out how to do it. But where the fuck do I start?

He already knew that Marina wouldn’t help him. She had his email address – but she wouldn’t give it to him, she didn’t know where Daniel was, and she wouldn’t ask. He’d tried asking her that before. Finally, he decided to start writing a journal, doing his best to recall as many details as possible of his interactions with Daniel and set them down in writing. He was hoping that would give him some kind of a clue.

Easier said than done. But in another couple of hours, Laszlo had succeeded in filling a couple of pages with recollections. He’d also succeeded in making himself unbelievably sleepy. He shut off his laptop, downed the last mouthful of a hefty glass of wine, and went back to bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The next day, he had a full schedule of classes, and a work session with a classmate on a joint presentation that they had to make the following afternoon. The day after they gave the presentation was Saturday, and he was up in good time and back at work. He re-read everything he’d written three nights earlier, and then set to work again.

After an hour of mining his stream of recollections, he wrote one sentence which brought him to a dead stop, snapping him out of his reveries with a jolt. “It wasn’t the first, or the last, time that we talked about surfing – one of his great passions.”

And just like that, he realized where Daniel had gone when he vanished and where he himself had to go to search for the Hawaiian Nine. It was just a matter of waiting for his next break week from his courses, a break which was coming up in a month. That would give him time to do his planning and some necessary research. The memoir could wait for another day.

He closed the text file on his laptop, opened the search, and typed in surfing beaches Hawaii.

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Chapter 11:  The Search

 

Laszlo sat, practically quivering with suppressed excitement, for the entire six-hour flight to Honolulu. He had a lot of ground to cover, and only a week to do it. Realistically, he had to admit that with so many good surfing locations to cover, it could easily take more than this one trip to Hawaii to run his quarry to ground. But he’d already passed the most important test of all – he’d parked his doubts for good. He was going to find the man he loved who also loved him and failure was not an option. The rest was just details: time and money. Fortunately, like his mentor, he’d invested his income from his adventures in gay porn shrewdly and the money wouldn’t be an objection. The time? Well, he knew that he had the patience to prevent time from becoming an obstacle.

One thing he had figured out right away was that he had to look at the more challenging spots, not the beaches with little waves which were to the surfing world what bunny hills were to downhill skiing. He clearly remembered Daniel speaking about taking on some hefty waves, so he reasoned that those skills wouldn’t have deserted him entirely during his years in California.

On his first full day, he headed around to a well-known surfing beach on Oahu. Here, he realized that he was actually in for a bigger challenge than he expected. These guys in their long, wildly patterned jammers with their epic tans actually looked almost all alike from a distance. To make it worse, half or more of them were wearing those reflective tinted glass plate sunglasses that covered not just the eyes but most of the face like a mask. The only ones to stick out were the ones with blond or sun-bleached hair, and he knew he could rule those out because Daniel’s hair stayed a rich dark brown, almost black, no matter how much sun he got. Also, he’d often spoken with some scorn about guys who coloured their hair. Even concentrating on the dark haired guys left a very broad field. After a few hours, Laszlo had to consider and reject a couple of dozen possibles who came and went at all hours of the day.

A few of them gave Laszlo some long, considering looks as he sat up on a sand dune, studying the scene. At another time, he might well have responded by unmistakably cruising one of those hunks, but now he had much more important matters in hand.

After three days casing out the surfing beaches in Oahu without any result, he flew on to the island of Kauai. Here there was a much quieter, more rural vibe outside of the tourist areas, and Laszlo’s spirits rose, sensing that Daniel might well have headed here after the high-velocity life of Los Angeles as a perfect place to decompress. In that thinking, he was right on target, but his search was doomed to fail – at least on this trip.

 

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Daniel walked out of the office block a couple of miles from the Los Angeles airport after lengthy interviews with his financial manager and tax accountant. With the investment manager, he’d gone in great detail over the contents of his investment portfolio, and the returns were very satisfactory. Less pleasant was his meeting with the accountant, disclosing the size of his pending income tax bill. He grunted in disgust at this peril of being wealthy. Truth be told, it had completely slipped his mind during his idyllic time as a Hawaiian surf bum.

Daniel had gone directly to the office block from the airport after having a good filling breakfast when his overnight flight landed in the predawn dead zone. Now that his business was done, he hauled out his phone and called Laszlo’s number. He was nervous as hell, but he was ready to talk.

The phone rang a couple of times and then diverted to voice mail. Daniel swore articulately and vehemently under his breath.

“Hi, this is Arpad Nagy. Sorry I wasn’t able to pick up your call. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I have time to get out of bed!”

BEEP.

“Laszlo, hi. This is Daniel. I’m in L.A. just for the day, flying out tonight, and hoping we can meet up and talk. I have something really important I need to tell you. Please call me back as soon as you get this message, my flight home leaves from Terminal 2 at 7:15 tonight. Really hope to hear from you.” He disconnected and put the phone away, a little dampened but not overly discouraged. No doubt Laszlo had just put it on silent mode while talking to someone in person. Daniel remembered that Laszlo never allowed a phone to interrupt his face to face meetings, no matter what kind of meetings (or meatings) they were.

With that, he shrugged philosophically and walked back to the street corner to catch a bus to a favourite restaurant not too far from the airport. From there, he could just go directly back to the terminal and wait for his flight there – but outside security, in case Laszlo called and could come to see him.

 

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Laszlo was spending the day out on one of the north shore beaches of Kauai, scoping out the crowd of surfers. It was a much smaller crowd than he’d seen in Oahu, but he still faced the same difficulties of sorting out all of the many guys looking just like each other. By about 3:30, he’d had enough, and decided to head back to his hotel, have a nice lazy swim in the huge pool, and relax over a drink and dinner.

Walking back along the waterfront to his parked rental car, he realized that a handsome Latin guy walking towards him was checking him out pretty intensely. He’d flashed his signature smile at the guy but kept walking. When he got to his car, he turned around to see if the guy was following him – but he’d kept on going. Oh, well. As he was driving back, it occurred to him that his phone hadn’t been buzzing at all that afternoon and he idly wondered why.

Rodrigo kept walking along the beachfront walkway. He was wondering about that guy who’d smiled at him -- he had looked so familiar, but he couldn’t place the man. It took a couple of minutes, and then the penny dropped. He spun around, but he was only just in time to see the dark-haired young fellow hop into a car in the distance and drive away.

Back at his resort, Laszlo enjoyed a nice leisurely swim and a cocktail, and then planned on heading back upstairs to get some clothes on for dinner. Before leaving the pool, he hauled out his phone, looked at the display, and swore under his breath. Emails and messages had piled up all day. He’d forgotten to turn the sound back on after he’d switched it off while chatting with his server at breakfast, asking about good places to eat out.

He headed up to his room and sat down to start working through the backlog. First the emails – several of them were from the college, or from one of his instructors. Then the phone messages. He sat through five or six routine or spam messages, and then heard a voice that shot him instantly to his feet – the voice of the man he was looking for.

He listened through the entire message attentively, glanced at the time display, and swore again. It was 6:05 in Hawaii, 8:05 in Los Angeles. Daniel’s flight would be in the air by this time. He went ahead and called the number where the call originated anyway and waited while it rang. After the third ring, the call fell into dead air. Two more tries, the same result both times. By this time, Laszlo was on the verge of tears. Daniel must have been using a burner phone, although he couldn’t guess why. That was heartbreaking. So near, and yet so far.

The worst of it, although he didn’t know that it was the worst: his time in Kauai was up. He was due to fly over to Maui in the morning for two more days before heading back home.

Daniel finally staggered into the house in an exhausted condition at about 12:30 am that night. Rodrigo was sitting there, waiting for him in a state of high excitement.

“Daniel, you’ll never guess what happened today!”

“Are we playing Twenty Questions or something? Cause I’m pretty tired after being on the go for over 24 hours and…”

“Never mind all that!” Rodrigo snapped, cutting him off. “I saw Laszlo this afternoon!”

“WHAT???!!”

“Yes! It was him, I’m sure of it. I passed him on the beachfront walkway.”

“Did you talk to him? Rodrigo, did you say anything? Tell him I was looking for him in L.A.???”

Rodrigo held up his hand and Daniel sputtered to a halt.

“Daniel, I saw him walking towards me and thought the face looked familiar. He flashed a sexy smile at me and kept on going by. I was trying to think of why that face was familiar, but it took a minute for it to hit me – that it was him. I turned around to look for him, but he was just getting into a car – and then he drove off.”

“But he was here!”

“Yes, he was! Would I lie to you?”

Daniel knew better than to come back with one of his signature smart-ass retorts. In fact, it was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. Laszlo had been here – right here, walking along the beach walk, barely 20 paces in front of the house. The thought of it made him dizzy – that, and the realization that while Laszlo had been here, and perhaps looking for him, he was in Los Angeles and looking for Laszlo.

Just as he thought that, Rodrigo framed it in words. “How weird is it that he came by here right the same day that you’d gone over there to try to find him?”

 

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Laszlo had a couple of good days, checking out the surf guys on the beaches in Maui. The first day gave him a few skipped heartbeats when he saw a man who seemed to have the exact build and size of Daniel. His hair, though, seemed a bit too light-coloured. Laszlo had his camera’s zoom lens trained on the guy at the exact moment he whipped off his sunglasses to pick up his board – and could see for sure that the face wasn’t the one he was seeking.

On the other hand, when he packed it in for the day and headed back to his hotel for a swim and drink before dinner, his interest level picked up considerably when a handsome young guy with a classic swimmer’s build in a bright red speedo, and nothing else except for sandals, walked out of the hotel, studied the pool area for a minute, and then wandered around and sat down just a few chairs away from Laszlo.

After a minute or so for him to get settled, Laszlo got up and walked slowly over to the steps down into the pool, adjusting his own tight briefs as he went. He dropped into the water, swam back and forth for a few minutes, and then turned to come out – and noticed that the hottie was now gently adjusting himself in his tight suit. He came up the steps slowly, giving the guy a good chance to check him out, knowing that this yellow suit showed off his assets to advantage. He walked slowly by, picked up his towel and other things, and headed back. He dropped onto a chair right next to the hot guy, and said quietly, with a wink. “I’m Arpad. You didn’t have to sit that far away, you know.”

The guy laughed and said, “Gary. I’m just going to grab a quick swim too – before….”

Now it was Laszlo’s turn to watch as this sexy swimmer showed himself off, getting into the pool, doing a few smooth laps with flip turns and a couple of duck dives which showed off his slender but well-rounded ass, and then climbing slowly up the steps and out. His wet speedo was clinging to a good-looking cannon, and Laszlo felt his own getting hard.

Five minutes later, they were in Laszlo’s room, their speedos on the bathroom floor as they made out and groped each other in the shower. Two pairs of hands were busy exploring two fine asses, and they both could tell that each of them was into playing pitcher and catcher, either way.

Although Gary’s long, lean body and legs made him appear tall, he was actually an inch or so shorter than Laszlo. Combine that with a cock which stood upright, smack against his abs, and he was in the perfect position to slide his cock right along the length of Laszlo’s ass crack when they were both standing upright – such as in a shower. Gary had his arms wrapped around Laszlo and his cock nestled perfectly, the hot dog between Laszlo’s buns. Just by rising and falling on his toes, he was getting a great rubdown from sliding along between those pillows and enjoying the sensation immensely.

Laszlo, however, had other ideas. “Come on, Gary, quit teasing and get that thing inside me already.” He hadn’t been fucked in the weeks since Miklos left, as his few hook-ups were all with bottoms who only wanted to take his cock. It was too good an opportunity to miss.

Gary evidently thought so too, as he whipped out a small tube of lube (Where did he hide that in a speedo? Laszlo wondered), prepped Laszlo’s hole, and spread some on his cock. He then planted the tip on the target, and Laszlo – ever eager to help out – opened right up and let it slide into his tight tunnel. He then dropped his hands lower on the shower wall so he could arch his back and thrust his ass farther out, giving Gary a better angle of attack.

As Gary began pounding his hole, mere seconds after entering, Laszlo had a flashback to his first-ever bottoming scene with Daniel, and how hard they’d both had to work to get it into him. Now, although his hole was still good and tight, he’d become a thorough-going fuck slut, opening right up on demand with no trouble at all and loving every minute of it. Unlike many of the other sluts he’d met, though, Laszlo also remained thoroughly addicted to taking the top role and reaming out the bottoms who came his way.

He parked his analytical mind and concentrated on the sensations of the moment. Gary was already moaning and groaning in a very determined way, but Laszlo was nowhere near ready to have it end yet. He took charge, pulling off and turning around to get down and suck on Gary’s cock. As he did, he shut off the water as it was starting to run cold. After a minute or so, Gary joined him down on the shower floor and they sixty-nined for a while, before Laszlo told him to “fuck me again. Fuck me and cum inside me!”

Gary rolled him over onto his face, waited a second until Laszlo pushed his hips up in the air, and then re-entered, driving deep and pounding fast and hard. After only a minute or so, Laszlo could tell from Gary’s ragged breathing that he was about to explode.

“Fuck, man, that ass is so… fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it. Cum in my ass!”

After a few more driving thrusts, Gary blew off his load deep inside Laszlo, giving a series of rapid additional thrusts to force his sperm as deep inside as possible. Laszlo groaned from the feeling, satisfied with the full sensation in his hole, but not ready to cum yet himself.

When Gary pulled out, Laszlo rolled over onto his back, his rod, rigid and red with the strain, standing straight up in the air. “Get on that and ride it with your tight swimmer’s ass until it shoots off in your guts!”

Gary obligingly took just a second or two to finger some more lube into his hole, and then placed himself over Laszlo’s erection and pushed down. The head popped inside his hole, and he let gravity take over, dropping steadily until his cheeks came to rest on Laszlo’s hip bones. Then he began to ride, pumping up and down as Laszlo thrust his hips higher for maximum penetration. Before long, Gary was hissing from the effort of fucking himself on Laszlo’s tool, and Laszlo could feel his explosion was about to happen.

Gary started to slow down a bit, but Laszlo wasn’t having any of that. “Keep going, dammit, I’m just about to fucking cum!”

Gary growled in delight, “Do it! Seed my ass!” and resumed his high speed pumping. Then Laszlo grabbed his hips to hold him steady while he slammed the last few strokes into Gary’s hole and blasted off deep inside his colon. A big load, he realized, so big that it was already squeezing out around his cock before he’d stopped fucking it in.

When Gary pulled out, Laszlo’s sperm started running out. “Don’t waste it,” Laszlo said. “Swing around and drop it into my mouth!”

Gary pivoted on his heels and started pushing, a stream of Laszlo’s cream flowing in spurts out of his hole and dropping into Laszlo’s wide-open mouth. Once it was all out, he swung around again and laid down on top of Laszlo so they could snowball as they kissed and stroked each other. As they swallowed the last of the cum, Gary sighed contentedly. “Fucking Straight A!”

Laszlo chuckled. “I wish I could get grades like that in my courses!” That made Gary laugh too. Then Laszlo said, “Come on, let’s get dressed and go get some dinner.”

They had a fun meal together, at a casual restaurant down the road. After they’d eaten, Laszlo drove them back to the hotel. As they walked towards the door, Gary was obviously hoping for more. Laszlo didn’t mind; it had been good fun.

That’s when Gary said, “Fuck, I left my wet speedo hanging up in your bathroom.”

Laszlo laughed. “Intentionally?” and winked at him. Gary just blushed at that. “Okay, come on up to my room again and get it.” They fucked and came in each other’s ass a second time and then fell asleep, their naked bodies twined between the rumpled and messy sheets.

In the morning, after breakfast, Laszlo thanked Gary for a great time but had to shoo him away, as he still had another day of the search party to go. This time he was late enough getting back to the hotel that he stopped for dinner along the road and walked in at about 9:00, well past sunset. All he had to do now was to pack up and get ready for his flight home shortly before noon.

The next night, Laszlo walked slowly into his living room and dropped his bag. As a warm weather holiday, his trip to Hawaii (and particularly the last stop) had been a rousing success. As a search expedition for Daniel, it had been a dead flop. Laszlo didn’t know how close he’d come to crossing paths with his objective. But he did think it was odd that Daniel, who obviously had his phone number, didn’t make any further effort to contact him.

 

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Rodrigo thought it was more than odd. In fact, he sailed right into Daniel two days later to ask why he’d used a burner phone in Los Angeles instead of his own – and why he wasn’t trying to call Laszlo now. “Look, there’s your phone sitting right there. You obviously know his number. All you have to do is shift your hand about eight inches to the right, pick it up, and call him. So why the fuck are you just letting it sit there?”

“Easy for you to say. When I came here, I needed to let go completely and leave my former life behind. Coming here and starting over with a new address and new phone number was essential for me to do that. I don’t want to be harassed by calls from agents offering me tempting roles to lure me out of retirement, or any requests for ‘life after porn’ interviews for gay journals. So I’m not using my phone to call or text anyone from my porn career, no matter what.”

“Even for something that’s this critical for your own well-being?”

“Even then. End of discussion.”

“That’s what you think. You could at least go out and get another burner phone to use for the purpose.”

“No.”

Rodrigo had just come face to face with Daniel’s mule-like stubbornness, a characteristic which Laszlo could certainly have told him he would likely encounter. But Rodrigo was still baffled at Daniel’s refusal to take even a small step towards securing his own happiness.

The reality behind the blunt opposition was that Daniel had developed a sudden, severe case of cold feet. He’d been nervous before, but he had overcome it or argued it down long enough to call Laszlo when he was in L.A. After the call failed, and now that he’d found out that Laszlo had been in Kauai the same day, and perhaps seeking for him, his nerve failed again.

Daniel had always been far too imaginative about things that might go wrong, in all sorts of situations. Now, he was doing it again – fretting that Laszlo would turn him down because of his clumsy misfire with trying to make contact, or that Laszlo would be angry at him for just disappearing without a word in the first place. Bigger than both of those was the nagging fear that the big blond man in the award video was really Laszlo’s love object and that the game was indeed lost before it had even begun. So he kept silent and stewed.

Laszlo was fretting, too, but for completely different reasons. He’d had that one brief communication from Daniel and then silence again. He still didn’t really know where Daniel had gone. The one new clue he had, the flight time, proved less than nothing. He’d checked into it, and there were flights leaving Los Angeles around that hour for just about every point of the compass except the east coast of North America.

He also replayed the message on his voice mail, saving it repeatedly so it wouldn’t be lost. Of course, he wanted to hear Daniel’s voice again, but in addition he was trying to analyze the words and the tone of voice. “I have something really important I need to tell you.” That phrasing surely did not refer to any kind of a business matter.

After several days of going around in circles in his head, Laszlo finally decided to return to Plan A and schedule another visit to Hawaii in two more months, when he had his next break from classes. It was actually the end of his term, and his next term was going to be a work placement, but he had a clear month to worry about upgrading his wardrobe against the chance of being sent to a really stuffy, uptight professional office to work. He figured that this time he could manage the time and the money for a week and a half in Hawaii with no trouble.

Laszlo’s own innate positivity and go-ahead spirit were coming to his rescue. His plan had to work. He had to have guessed right about where Daniel was hanging out, and the man had to turn up. This time, he decided to bring a photo of Daniel to wave in people’s faces and see if they knew where to find him. He went ahead and made plans on that basis.

 

[NLbear]

I'm sure they'll find each other somehow. Laszlo had some fun but what is Daniel doing all day with his 9"? Is he celibate?

[daddybear54]

17 hours ago, NLbear said:

I'm sure they'll find each other somehow. Laszlo had some fun but what is Daniel doing all day with his 9"? Is he celibate?

Haha not  a chance! More info in the next chapter!

Edited August 7, 2023 by daddybear54

[daddybear54]

Chapter 12:  Dinner Party

 

Over the next while, Daniel was able to set aside his fears gradually. Any time Rodrigo sensed that his worry was rising again, he’d give another little pep talk. From time to time, he’d add in another form of energizing session which owed almost nothing to words but still took Daniel’s mind right off his worries – as well as entertaining Rodrigo.

One night, for instance, Rodrigo found Daniel looking sadly at the video of the award ceremony again. He’d whipped the phone right out of Daniel’s hands, and said, “Forget that, here’s something better for you to concentrate on,” as he yanked down his pants and pulled his dick out, waving it right in Daniel’s face. It did the trick.

Daniel grasped the semi-soft shaft and gave it a couple of good tugs, then opened his mouth and fitted his lips around the head, caressing it with his tongue as he squeezed and released it with his lips. In a mere matter of seconds the entire shaft began to grow, and harden, and in less than a minute it was up to full mast and Daniel was deep throating it.

At the same time, Rodrigo was leaning forward and letting his fingers do the walking down Daniel’s spine, and over the firm round swell of his butt to begin delving into the crack. Daniel let go of his cock long enough to moan, “Fuck, yeah, play with my ass.” Rodrigo pulled back his finger for a minute to lick it, and then leaned forward again and started pushing it inside. Daniel really knew how to work with his ass, and Rodrigo loved the feelings it gave, whether he was fucking Daniel with a finger or his dick.

He slipped a second finger in, then, and began twisting them back and forth, around each other, a treatment which always revved up Daniel’s desire to get fucked. Eventually, Daniel let the cock fall out of his mouth and went down to start sucking on the balls, which just let Rodrigo finger his hole even deeper. When Daniel figured he had warmed up Rodrigo enough, he pulled off, yanked down his shorts, turned around without a word, and pressed his ass backwards to meet the hard cock which was coming closer to him. In a few more seconds, the head of that cock met his hole and began pressing inwards.

Rodrigo’s cock was a perfect size to be able to go crazy inside Daniel’s ass without causing too much lasting pain in the aftermath – and it came at just the right angle to hit his gland right on target with every stroke if Rodrigo fucked him in missionary. Daniel had teased Rodrigo that he ought to go into porn just to become famous enough to have a dildo modeled after his tool, since it would work like a charm on so many guys – and he as frequently reminded him of the dollars he could accumulate as his share of the revenue from selling the toy.

“You have got to be kidding,” Rodrigo had snorted when he said it for the fourth time. “You come down here as a     complete and total emotional wreck after a decade in that business, and you want me to go to the mainland and subject myself to the same grind? N. O. Fucking. Way!”

Daniel had, of course, laughed loudly, but then assured Rodrigo that he was joking – but only in part. “Rodrigo,” he’d said in his best business tone, “I never joke about money.”

Right now, though, those teasing conversations were the last thing on Daniel’s mind as Rodrigo’s cock worked its magic inside his ass. As usual when fucking, Rodrigo had worked right up to full throttle ramming speed in the first minute and kept right on going at that tempo. After about five minutes of this forceful treatment, Daniel pulled away, asking for more lube, and had then rolled over onto his back while Rodrigo obliged. It was time for the magic stick to work on the magic hotspot.

And work it did, with every one of Rodrigo’s thrusts hitting the target. It wasn’t long before Daniel could feel his sperm rising out of his balls and pulsing up his cock. “Fuck, man, you’re going to fuck the cum out of me.”

“I’m going to fuck my cum into you.”

It was Daniel who reached the peak first, his cock lifting up and shooting high into the air to fall back with a splatter across his face and chest. The sudden squeezing sensation brought Rodrigo to the moment as well, and he plunged forcefully inside, erupting strongly in Daniel’s hole.

Over the succeeding weeks, this scene (with variations) played out multiple times. It all helped to keep the dreaded blue balls at bay, but also helped to relieve Daniel’s stress attacks. By this time, Daniel had clearly fixed in his mind the idea that Laszlo loved him and was working away at breaking down the accursed fears of rejection that were preventing him from acting on that certainty. More and more, though, he realized that this house and these friends were no small part of his gradual healing and reclaiming of himself.

Among the many inconsequential conversations which Rodrigo and Daniel had shared during the year and a bit of their friendship, one little nugget of information had dropped in connection with nothing in particular – Daniel had mentioned that his birthday was June 14. Rodrigo had marked the date on his calendar and had privately decided to take Daniel out for dinner – since it was, after all, his 30th birthday. Rodrigo debated inviting Brad and Arian and their girls (of the moment) but decided against it, since Daniel did tend to get a bit quiet and tense in the company of relative strangers. Instead, he would let Brad and Arian know, but would just take out Daniel for a quiet little dinner for two.

He reserved a table in a semi-private alcove at a classy restaurant in one of the major resorts down the road about twelve miles, first verifying that they wouldn’t have to be super-dressy – smart casual clothes would do. He then dropped off a small gift for Daniel, at the hotel, with instructions that it  should be delivered to the table with a bottle of champagne after they were seated – and he made sure that the concierge understood clearly that they were friends and not a couple.

A couple of days beforehand, Rodrigo invited Daniel. His first question was a slightly suspicious, “Are you trying to date me?”

Rodrigo laughed. “Hahaha! I know better than to try that! No, I just wanted you to have a chance to celebrate your special day with a friend, since you spend so much time hanging out by yourself. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely, and you do have times when you seem very lonely. Just a little friendly gesture to make one night a bit less so.”

“Do we have to dress up?” This was Daniel’s next big paranoia. He hated having to do the jacket and tie thing.

“I checked. The place we’re going is smart casual only. Neat pants and shoes and a good button-down shirt will do it.”

Daniel thought a moment longer. “It’s a fine idea. Thank you, Rodrigo.”

“We’ll leave at 6:15. Reservation’s for 7:00.”

Daniel nodded.

When the big day arrived, Daniel came downstairs early to find the coffee already brewed, and a cake with a few little gift-wrapped packages around it. The other three sang a classic rendition of Happy Birthday to You – classic in the sense that the three voices were singing in three different keys, and none of them managed to hit the high note in the third line.

Daniel accepted a cup of coffee in a brand new mug emblazoned with a giant gold star with “XXX” inside it, and that got him laughing heartily. He blew out the one huge candle on the cake, ideally chosen as being in the shape of a rigid nine-inch cock. He then sat down to open the presents – which consisted of one sex-themed household accessory from each of this three housemates, a choice which didn’t surprise him a bit.

He thanked them for the birthday celebration surprise, smiling broadly. After coffee, the four of them all went out surfing together. Daniel celebrated his birthday by riding two of the biggest waves of his career – and wiping out after two seconds on the second wave, to much hooting and jeering from his friends.

A while later, after getting some breakfast and diving into the cake, the four of them were sitting on the front deck’s steps, and he spoke.

“I wasn’t really expecting anything in the way of a birthday this year, but I should have known you three would be ready. You guys really are the best!” They all gave him a big bear hug, and Rodrigo capped his off with a kiss – which set Brad and Arian hooting and whistling all over again.

“Hey, Rodrigo, save it for your hot dinner date tonight!”

They all laughed together again. Arian in particular couldn’t help noticing that Daniel looked looser and happier than he’d looked in months, actually ever since he’d come over to Hawaii from California a year earlier.

Arian and Brad left to go down the road for a brunch get-together with some friends, and Daniel and Rodrigo were left sitting together. Daniel was repeatedly adjusting himself in his jammers, and Rodrigo definitely noticed.

“Hey, what’s got you so antsy?”

“I don’t know. Guess it wants to get out and get some exercise.” He looked Rodrigo directly in the eye as he rubbed the bulge more forcefully.

“Let’s go see what we can do about that.”

Twenty minutes later, on Daniel’s bed, Rodrigo was sliding up and down on Daniel’s rigid tool, feeling every bit of that legendary nine inches pushing right inside him and then pulling out of him again. As always, Daniel was enjoying feeling Rodrigo’s expert ass working on him, sucking and pulling and twisting and squeezing. It was great to do it with such an active bottom who knew just how to work a cock with his busy hole.

After a few minutes, though, Daniel was ready to take charge. “Get on your back,” he snapped, and Rodrigo obligingly pulled off and laid down beside him. Daniel got his legs up and pushed right back over his shoulders, and then slid back into his ass.

By this time, after three days of no action worth mentioning, Daniel found that he was rapidly rising to the challenge, going around the final bend and closing in on the finish line. His pounding got even faster, the smacks of his hips against Rodrigo’s butt harder and louder, and Rodrigo knew that it was time. He opened right up, allowing Daniel to plunge in and out at full speed and grunted, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder, dammit. Blow your load inside me!”

Daniel gasped and grunted three times, and then slammed right up against Rodrigo’s ass, holding it right there as his sperm jetted into Rodrigo’s tunnel like water spurting from a firehose. After the first four or five shots, he resumed pumping, slamming in again and again at each of the smaller pulses. At last, the pressure in the firehose dwindled to nothing and Daniel slowed to a halt, breathing deeply as he let his big tool slide slowly out, to be followed by a small river of cum.

“Feeling better now?” Rodrigo asked in a snarky tone of voice.

“I’m not sure. May have to do it again to make certain it’s okay.”

Rodrigo pulled a face. “Oh, fuck, no! Even once a day is hard to take when you go all the way into overdrive like that!”

At 6:15 that evening, Daniel met Rodrigo at the bottom of the stairs, and they set off together for dinner. Daniel whistled in surprise when they pulled into the driveway of the deluxe FourWinds Resort, one of the most expensive places on the island. After leaving the car with the valet, they walked inside the entrance, and Rodrigo steered their steps to the right, where the restaurant opened off the end of the lobby, with its outer wall dedicated to a series of windowed alcoves facing the ocean and the adjacent waterfall tumbling over a rock face to fall into the surf.

The maître d’ escorted them to one of the alcoves, and Daniel immediately chose a seat facing the waterfall. Rodrigo took the other side, which gave him a bit of view of the restaurant behind Daniel’s shoulders, helpful if he should need to summon a server.

Almost as soon as they’d settled, the server arrived with the champagne, glasses, and ice bucket, gave his name as “Enrique,” and proceeded to open the bottle and pour. A second server came right behind with the menus, and a small, gift-wrapped package which he placed in front of Daniel. When Daniel opened it, he found a customized glass paperweight with his name and photo embedded inside, and a note from Rodrigo wishing him “the happiest of birthdays.”

He reached out with both hands to shake Rodrigo’s hand across the table as he thanked him, and then they turned to the business of drinking the champagne and ordering dinner.

Daniel was enjoying himself far more than he’d expected to do. It had been years since he’d allowed himself the luxury of a night out with anyone that wasn’t tied to business in some way. It helped, too, that Rodrigo wasn’t and didn’t want to be his special man, just a good friend, which took a lot of pressure off both of them.

As for Rodrigo, he was just happy that he’d been able to do something special for his friend, a man who deserved and needed someone to pay a bit of attention to him, simply as a human being. It made Rodrigo feel good that he was seeing Daniel relaxing and just going with the flow – a state of being which happened for him far too rarely.

They’d finished their appetizers and the plates had been cleared away. Daniel pointed out the window and said, “I love having this view of the waterfall. Water in motion is one of my favourite sights and sounds.” Rodrigo turned and gazed out with him, and then swung back. Thankfully, Daniel was still absorbed in staring at the waterfall. Nothing could have prevented the shock from crossing Rodrigo’s face as his gaze again took in the restaurant. He quickly mastered himself and said something casually. But in that moment of shock, he knew exactly what he was going to have to do next.

 

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In comparison to his previous trip to Hawaii, Laszlo was feeling beaten and discouraged. He did his best to enjoy the sun and the water, but he was finding it tough going. His visits to the surf beaches on the Big Island had been just as unproductive as in the winter, although he had managed to score one hot night with a hot blond surfer dude from Australia.

Back to Maui. There were several more key areas to check out here that he hadn’t seen before because of time shortage. One of these beaches struck him as very much the kind of place where Daniel might have chosen to go to ground. He spent a couple of days carefully studying the local scene, but finally concluded that here, too, he had come up blank.

Now he had four nights left to go. Where to head next? For no reason other than that he liked its underpopulated vibe, he opted to go back to Kauai. Then flight problems. The plane he was supposed to leave Maui on developed engine trouble and got grounded. The next two flights were already filled right up. As a result, it was past 6:00 pm when he finally checked into his hotel. At that hour, he did a bit of desultory unpacking, got cleaned up and changed, and headed downstairs, thinking he’d just grab a quick burger or some other light meal.

The hotel’s coffee shop had closed at 4:00. Oh, well, the main restaurant it was then. At least he had the bonus of a very handsome young Filipino waiter named Aaron, and they flirted shamelessly with each other between the courses of what turned into one of the finest dinners he’d had in ages.

Laszlo was feeling very relaxed and quite a bit happier when the stranger approached his table and said, “Excuse me, you’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?”

 

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Rodrigo and Daniel had just finished a spectacular meal of locally-caught fish and shellfish in a uniquely-scented herb broth, a house specialty, and Enrique arrived to present the dessert menus while his assistant cleared away the dishes. They proceeded to order dessert and coffee. All the time, though, Rodrigo had been keeping an eye on the young man eating alone on the far side of the large room.

Now that they had finished their main course, Rodrigo laid down his napkin, stood up, and said, “Excuse me – back in a minute.” Crossing the restaurant behind Daniel’s back, he took a deep breath to steady himself, and then stepped over to the table by the far wall where Laszlo was dining alone. “Excuse me, you’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?”

Laszlo switched on an automatic smile and responded, “Yes, that’s right.”

“I’m here with a friend, treating him to a night out for his birthday. He’s a huge fan of yours. It would really make his day if you could just go over and say hello for a minute. Please? I’d really appreciate it if you could.”

Laszlo suppressed a slight sigh. “All right. Where is he sitting?”

“Right across there, in the alcove, with his back to us. He wanted to look out at the waterfall.”

Laszlo stood, with his usual winning smile, Rodrigo thanked him, and Laszlo walked across towards the alcove. Rodrigo dropped into the spare chair at Laszlo’s table, watching anxiously to see what would happen, and crossing his fingers with a little wish for the good of both of them.

Laszlo actually began speaking as he was passing the seated figure, before he turned around in mid-sentence and the sight of the man’s face stopped him dead in his tracks. “Hi, there. Your friend asked me to come over and say… to come… over….” His voice ground to a halt like a wind-up toy that had run down, and his jaw hung half open. Finally, he managed to whisper, “Daniel.”

Daniel, for his part, was staring in stunned disbelief. Then he slowly rose to his feet and took a hesitant step forward. “Laszlo?” Laszlo held out his arms and in a moment the two of them were locked together in a hug that lasted for a good thirty seconds or more, followed by an equally heartfelt kiss. Laszlo took Rodrigo’s seat, moving it closer, and they sat down together at the table. As soon as they sat, Laszlo stretched out his hand. Daniel took it and their hands twined together on the table cloth as if they never intended to let go.

At the other table, Rodrigo heaved a massive sigh of relief and allowed a smile to spread across his face. Just then, Aaron came along, looking a bit baffled at seeing a completely different man sitting at the table. Rodrigo chuckled, and then said, “The gentleman who was sitting here? He’s over at that table now. I’ll pay his bill.”

Aaron looked relieved and bustled away to get the bill prepared. Being forced to cover the bill for a dinner which had run into three figures wasn’t something he really wanted to do. As he went, Rodrigo saw Enrique heading for the other table. He got up and intercepted him. “That table where I was sitting. I’m still paying for it, whatever either of them wish to order. Perhaps you could just give them a few minutes – they were kind of startled to run into each other here.” Enrique nodded understandingly and stepped away again.

Rodrigo sat back down and watched the show for a few more minutes. It was plainly obvious that both of them had forgotten all about him, and that was fine. Everything was fine. His work was done. Once he’d paid both bills and left a very generous tip for the service staff, he headed back out to the car and drove home with a huge smile on his face, leaving the tab open and giving them his phone number so they could text him the particulars of any further charges. All the way back to the beach house, he was chuckling at the unexpected twist of fate that had brought Laszlo to the same restaurant where he was treating Daniel to his birthday dinner.

Meanwhile, Daniel and Laszlo were negotiating a very unusual conversation. For two guys who had known each other for nearly two years, and been intimate more than once, it was strange to both of them to be actually getting to know each other properly for the first time. But before they could even begin that process, there was one question that Laszlo simply had to ask.

“Daniel, why?”

“Why…?”

“Why did you just disappear, not tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing? You sold your condo, cut off your phone, closed your email. First-rate disappearing act.” Daniel explained about wanting to leave the entire porn business behind. Laszlo looked at him closely. “Is that all?”

Daniel looked down at the table for a long moment, and then forced himself to raise his head and meet Laszlo’s eyes. “No. I was frightened. Of you, and of my feelings towards you. I was going to have to let my guard down and be vulnerable, and every time I’ve done that, I’ve gotten burned – badly. It’s a long story, but if you really want to hear it….”

“What feelings?”

“I began to realize that I was falling in love with you. That scared the hell out of me. And then, when Marina sent me the video of the award presentation, and I saw you holding hands with that big blond guy, I knew for sure that I loved you – because the pain and the heartache of that moment were so intense, so terrible, and they just wouldn’t let go of me.”

“So that’s when you knew you loved me.”

“Not ‘loved,’ Laszlo. I do. I love you.” Now that the dreaded moment had happened, Daniel was amazed to discover how easy it had been to say the words, clearly and simply speaking his truth.

“Daniel, I was so burned up by the way that you vanished out of my life that I just wanted to give up on you for good. Miklos was a good guy, funny, thoughtful. When I went to pieces that night, he was the only thing holding me together. But it was a doomed relationship. He could tell that there was something big holding me back from going all in, and after what happened at the speech, he guessed that it had to do with you. He was the one who told me off, who made me realize that I couldn’t give up, that I had to find you, because I loved you. So I did that – because he was right. I love you, Daniel.”

“Laszlo, I am so sorry -- for everything: sorry for messing things up so badly, sorry for not realizing what was happening between us, sorry for just running away like I did….”

“Sh-sh-shh.” Laszlo hushed him, quietly, putting his fingertips gently on Daniel’s mouth. “We’ve said what matters. The rest is just details. We’ve got a whole lifetime for that – if we still think at the end of a month that we need to bother.” Daniel said nothing, just clutched Laszlo’s hand even tighter as his eyes filled with tears.  

Suddenly, Laszlo said, “I’ve got to pay the bill for my dinner. I was eating across the dining room there when your friend came over to ask me to come and see you. What’s his name, by the way? I need to thank him for the nudge.”

“That’s Rodrigo, and I think you’ve met him before. Wait a second, that means you were over here a couple of months ago -- and now you’re here again. I didn’t know you had any interest in Hawaii at all.”

“I didn’t – until I guessed that the man I love was hiding out here somewhere.” Daniel smiled broadly through his tears at that. “When did I meet Rodrigo?”

“Not exactly met. You passed him on the walkway by the beach, right in front of our house. It was the same day I tried to call you when I was in Los Angeles.”

“We were both looking at the same time, then? Shit.” Laszlo laughed aloud. “We’ve really made a royal mess of this, haven’t we? Let’s go and start setting things right. Where’s my waiter?” He spotted Aaron walking by and waved him over. “I’d like my bill, please.”

“The other gentleman who was sitting here has paid it for you, sir.”

Laszlo noticed that Aaron looked a little crestfallen, since it was obvious that this customer who had so taken his fancy had suddenly and abruptly been pulled right off the market.

“He paid for my dinner too, Laszlo. It was a birthday present.”

“So it’s your birthday? There’s an important detail I needed to know. Good thing I’m here to give you your present in person.”

“What is it?”

“Me,” Laszlo said simply.

Just then, Daniel’s phone pinged. He picked it up, opened the text message, and read it aloud to Laszlo. “Made it home safe. Enjoy yourselves, and Happy Birthday again!”

“Quite the guy.”

“I’ll say. That was supposed to be my ride home.”

“Do you really need to go home?”

Daniel thought for a moment and then smiled.

“No. I think I’m there already.”

With that, the two of them rose from the table, and after Daniel checked with Enrique to make sure the bill was all right (and it was), Laszlo led the way to his room.

“Sorry about the mess. I’d just arrived from the airport and didn’t bother about settling in before coming down for dinner.”

“I don’t mind.”

In moments, they had their arms around each other and were kissing again. The contrast was like daylight and darkness, both compared to their earlier couplings, and compared to all the other men either or both of them had screwed around with. Now their feelings and emotions were ruling them, as they took their first steps towards exploring each other, each with the other’s feelings foremost in mind. It was going to be a night such as neither Daniel nor Laszlo had ever experienced before. This would be a night of love in the broadest and deepest possible sense of two very different individuals learning how to work together to bridge those differences and build a new and stronger unity, emotional and physical, between them.

Their movements were so slow and measured that it came as a surprise to them to discover that their clothes had all fallen away and their naked bodies were pressed against each other as they continued kissing and fondling under the shower. When had they made their way to the bathroom? Daniel couldn’t even remember. They took turns washing each other down, stroking gently with the shower gel over each other’s skin. At last they turned the water off and took the towels to dry each other. Their arms were around each other again, their mouths kissing each other, their tongues dancing together as they slowly made their way to the bed. Laszlo turned down the duvet, and they lay down on the bed together, wanting to be free to explore each other in every way they could imagine.

They were so absorbed in each other’s presence that it was a good twenty minutes before either of them even thought of reaching for the other’s cock. When Laszlo finally made that move, he found Daniel painfully hard and dripping wet. Then he realized that his own was as well. How odd that neither of them had noticed that yet. But now that Laszlo had made the move, both of them found they were ready and more than ready for some incredibly intense action.

Daniel smiled at him. “I guess it’s time for us to do our Big Scene again. You surely remember how it goes. You taught it to me. Who gets to go first and fast?”

Laszlo smiled too. “I will. I want you to take the main role in the scene. I’ve been waiting, it feels like years, for you to make love to me again – just as you did in that video, only better.”

With that, Daniel rolled onto his face and raised his hips, giving Laszlo a good clear road to his cheeks and hole. Laszlo plunged his face in and began eating, tonguing the man sweat out of his crack and teasing the tight button with little stabbing plunges of his cock. Then Daniel moaned and told him to get on with it and don’t keep him waiting all night.

Eager to oblige, Laszlo lined up his cock with the target and began to enter. Daniel was so turned on, so ready, so open, that no other lube or spit was needed. The precum leaking out of Laszlo’s tool smoothed the way, and he sank right into Daniel’s ass and began pumping.

Suddenly, all Laszlo could feel was his cock and Daniel’s tight hole. Nothing else in the world mattered to him for those moments except cock in ass, the crying need to cum, and the knowledge that Daniel needed him to breed ass just as much as he himself needed to do it. It took only two minutes before he began gasping for air. Daniel said nothing, just pressed his ass higher up to meet Laszlo’s desperately energetic thrusts. With about six more ferocious strokes, Laszlo suddenly exploded inside Daniel, cumming in such a ferocious outburst as he could never recall feeling before in his entire experience.

He finished and pulled out, bending down to lick up some of the stream of cum sliding down Daniel’s taint, and then rolling onto his back. Daniel straightened up, moved over to straddle Laszlo’s prone body, and then lay down on top of him, letting his cock slide right into the gap between Laszlo’s wide-spread thighs. And then he lowered his mouth onto Laszlo’s, savouring the taste of his own cum as their tongues mixed and mingled it with their saliva.

Daniel took his time. After all, as Laszlo had said earlier, they had a whole lifetime to attend to the details. Now was the time to immerse themselves in their emotions. Daniel realized that he had never before felt so loved in his entire life. He was sure, too, that Laszlo was experiencing the same emotions at the same powerful level as their hard bodies moved against each other slowly, and their tongues twined around each other.

Daniel let his hands slide up and down Laszlo’s smooth torso, feeling his way, memorizing every ridge of muscles, every point of bone, the smooth, satin texture of his skin. At the same time, Laszlo was caressing Daniel’s back, with his legs spread to let Daniel lie right on top of him, and his arms locked around Daniel’s body, feeling the strength of his back from buttocks to shoulders as he thrilled to the weight of Daniel on top of him.

Laszlo spoke, in an awe-struck voice that was barely more than a whisper. “Why did I never feel what an amazing body you’ve got whenever we fucked before?” Both he and Daniel, of course, knew the answer without speaking it. This wasn’t business. This wasn’t a shoot, working against the clock. This wasn’t a scene where they always had to remain conscious of showing their best angles to the cameras. For both of them, this was the first time they had felt free to devote all of their attention, every part of their minds and hearts to their partner, in a place where time had no power and where nothing mattered to each of them except the other.

The kissing, stroking, caressing, and squeezing continued unabated. At last, though, Laszlo spoke again. “I want to taste your cock in my mouth.”

Daniel got up onto his knees and shuffled forward until he was straddling Laszlo’s chest, with the thick shaft of the Hawaiian Nine resting on his lips. Laszlo’s tongue flicked out, exploring the head, pulling back to swallow the drops of clear juice that were still oozing out of the head. Daniel groaned, not in pain but with extreme pleasure, as Laszlo slowly worked on his cockhead before opening his mouth wide and taking the whole shaft inside.

Laszlo was lavishing all his experience and care on giving Daniel’s cock the most wonderful tongue bath that much-used tool had ever received.

“You’re amazing,” Daniel moaned. “No one had ever taken all of it so well, or made it feel so incredible.”

It was true. Laszlo had already realized that sucking this big, thick cock had always been a struggle for him before. Now, it was the easiest thing in the world to lower his jaw far enough that the entire length could slide smoothly into his throat. He worked on that big dick for several minutes, listening to Daniel’s quiet moans of pleasure as he sucked his man’s meat deep and long.

Then Daniel pulled up and away, bent down to kiss Laszlo again, and quietly said, “Roll over. I want to taste your hole now.”

Laszlo rolled easily onto his stomach. Daniel proceeded to kiss and lick his way down Laszlo’s back until he came to the beginning of the crack. He placed his hands on either side of those firm round cushions, pulling them gently open until he could push his face deep inside. His tongue worked on the sides of the crack, dropping lower until he could start sliding it over the tight little button at the bottom. It was Laszlo’s turn to moan repeatedly as Daniel made love to his ass, giving more and more attention to the hole, poking and prodding it repeatedly with his tongue. Then he redoubled his efforts, pushing his tongue in harder and harder until the hole opened, and he could begin to push his way inside, thrusting and stimulating with his busy tongue.

It was time. Laszlo’s moaning took on the shape of words, words that went straight to Daniel’s heart and lodged themselves there for all time. “I want to feel you inside me now. Not because it’s a big dick or because I’m horny, but because it’s you. Make love to me now, Daniel.”

Daniel lifted himself up, just enough to shift position and plant his cockhead against Laszlo’s hole, and then began to push inwards. The first time he had done this, he recalled that he’d had a long struggle to get Laszlo’s virgin ass to open up and accept its first dick. Now, the welcome was instant, and there was no argument. Laszlo opened up and took him in as readily as if he had already been fucking him for half an hour and had gotten him thoroughly loosened. He slid right inside all the way in one smooth slide, his whole thick nine inches buried inside this man he loved so much.

In that moment, Daniel finally understood. Everything that had happened between them before this night had been a series of false starts, false starts underscored by the business overtones of all their previous encounters. Tonight was their true beginning.

He lay down again along Laszlo’s back, feeling the curves and planes of Laszlo’s body pressed against him as he began to slide smoothly out and back in again, moving slowly with an almost hypnotic pace, letting himself feel every second of every gentle slide out, every thrust back in. As Laszlo began squeezing his hole slowly and rhythmically in tune with Daniel’s thrusts, both of them fell deeper under the spell, the power of two people who were completely open to each other and whose every move was powered by desire – not the desire for relief of self, but the desire to give the best of themselves to make the experience as wonderful as it could get for their partner.

Daniel continued stroking and caressing Laszlo’s body as he pumped in and out, and Laszlo turned his head to the side so that they could continue kissing each other as he did. Laszlo then spoke again. “I want to get on my back so we can see each other, face to face, no more hiding, no more barriers.”

Daniel pulled slowly out, and Laszlo rolled over one more time onto his back, lifting his legs up as he went. He pulled his legs right back over his shoulders until he was folded double, and completely open. He pulled Daniel down to him and into him, holding him close so that he could wrap his arms around this man that he loved, stroking and caressing him gently while they resumed kissing each other and Daniel’s cock continued its slow and easy slides in and out of Laszlo’s ass.

“Laszlo… Laszlo… all my life… I never knew it could be like this. I never knew….”

“Daniel… I’m ready… ready to cum. I need you to fuck me hard now, fuck the cum out of me so we can cum right together.”

Daniel began to speed up his strokes at last, gradually working his way up to full speed. His hips rose and fell in short, sharp movements as he continued to hold Laszlo close to him, his hands gripping Laszlo’s body firmly as they remained joined together. It took only a minute of this sudden burst of energy. Daniel began grunting, then gasping for air, then chanting, “Fuck… fuck… fuck… cumming… cumming…!”

Laszlo could feel that dick getting even thicker inside himself, the head bumping against his prostate, sending thrills and chills through him, and his own dick swelling up too. “Give it to me… give it to me… cum inside me.”

And Daniel came. Slamming down into Laszlo with a final series of brutal thrusts, his cock exploding and forcing out cream at every thrust, and that final vigorous action triggered Laszlo, setting his fire ablaze and causing his dick to squeeze out an immense load of seed that spread between their bodies as they joined themselves together forever.

Gradually, Daniel’s thrusts slowed to a halt, and he lay still, both of them still breathing heavily, their mouths still working on each other. Both their cocks were still rigid, dripping with sperm, one between them, the other inside Laszlo. He loved that feeling of fullness, of Daniel’s long, thick cock deep inside him, and never wanted it to end.

But the rest of Laszlo’s body got a vote too, and he finally laughed – and that broke the incredible spell, the loving magic which they had woven together.

“I need you to get off me now – dammit, you are one heavy guy now that we’re finished.”

“Think I need to go on a diet?”

They both laughed, and Daniel started to lift off. But Laszlo stopped him.

“Think you can get off me without sliding out? Stay inside me. Maybe fall off to one side and spoon me.”

Daniel negotiated the tricky move successfully, and then leaned close and said, “Now, why did you want me to do that?”

Laszlo in turn maneuvered himself around until he was lying on his side, his butt pressed back against Daniel’s hips, with Daniel still firmly lodged deeply in his hole. “Because I want to fall asleep with you inside me tonight.”

Daniel didn’t laugh. Both of them were drunk on love, high on each other. It was a far more powerful drug than the usual fulfillment of lust which was what they’d both had in their lives up until this night. He snuggled Laszlo closer, one arm thrown over Laszlo’s body, the other serving as a pillow under Laszlo’s head, and then he planted his head on Laszlo’s shoulder where he could whisper right into Laszlo’s ear. “I love you, Laszlo.”

The answering murmur, so quiet but so clear, was the last sound he heard as sleep took them both. “I love you, Daniel.”

 

 

 

Edited August 9, 2023 by daddybear54

[Skanman]

This sounds like the end ?? 🥲

Why do all the best stories have to end so soon ??

Many thanks @daddybear54  for sharing and really hope there’s still more to cum 😜

Edited August 9, 2023 by Skanman
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