Hawaiian Nine

[daddybear54]

Chapter 19:  Deep Breaths

 

About six weeks after Daniel had rediscovered his family, he and Laszlo were sitting at the sun-splashed dinette table in their apartment, enjoying a special breakfast of cinnamon-raisin French toast which Laszlo had whipped up, along with bacon and fresh fruit. Although the sun was bright, the air outside was cool and crisp, the kind of cool air which spoke of the coming of winter.

As they were eating, Laszlo suddenly said, “I’m tired of being stuck at home working all the time, in between photo gigs. We’re all caught up on work, and it’s a clear day. Let’s go for a drive. I have a favourite place I’d like to show you.”

“Okay, Laszlo, you drive, then.”

“Deal.”

Half an hour later, they were on their way, making their way north and east, and eventually onto the Angeles Crest highway. As the road climbed higher and higher into the mountains, they were treated to spectacular views of the city from high above. The combined smog and sea mist which so often obscured the views in warmer weather was completely missing.

Eventually, Laszlo pulled into a roadside pullout area by a trail marker and parked there. As they got out of the car, he asked, “Have you ever been here, Daniel?”

“Not right up here on the Angeles Crest, no. We did a shoot once at a backer’s house in one of the canyons, in the house and out around the pool and hot tub, but that was much lower down.”

Laszlo led the way down the trail. It snaked along the side of a sizable hill, and then wound around to the south side. From this vantage point, the view was spectacular, across the multiple canyons and down into the city. The road was out of sight, and it was quiet and peaceful. There might not have been anyone around for miles.

“What an incredible view.”

“I’m glad you like it, Daniel. I always love it up here, especially on mornings during the week when it’s usually quiet. I need this peace and quiet regularly, but especially right at this moment.”

Daniel turned and looked enquiringly at him – and then his eyes grew like saucers as Laszlo went down on one knee.

“Daniel, I think it’s time for us to take Maile’s idea and run with it. We committed to each other on that beautiful night when we met again, and over and over since then, and now I would like us to tell the whole world that this is who we are – not just business associates behind, or in front of, a camera, but a couple, a team, a family in our own right. Daniel Nakamura, I love you. Will you marry me?”

He held out the ring, the engraved decoration on it flashing in the sunlight as he turned it around.

“Laszlo…” Daniel took a deep breath and started again. “Laszlo, I was just about to ask you.”

“No! Not really!” For answer, Daniel drew a small box out of his pocket. Laszlo gaped at it. “I don’t believe this!”

“Trust me, Laszlo, it gets worse.” Daniel prised open the box to reveal a ring, a perfect twin of the one Laszlo was holding out to him. With that, as Laszlo leaped to his feet, they both erupted into endless gales of laughter. At last they recovered enough for Daniel to wipe his streaming eyes and say, “Well, my dear Laszlo, we’ve done it again – getting ourselves on the same wavelength. Come on, let’s kneel down facing each other right here.”

They knelt, each of them said, “I will,” and they slid the rings onto each other’s fingers at the same moment. Then they stood, kissed each other, and turned to face the city, their arms around each other, feeling both literally and figuratively that they were standing on top of the world.

Eventually, they heard the voices of other walkers, and turned to walk back to the car, greeting the new arrivals as they went. As they drove back down the mountain and through the city, they talked endlessly about wedding plans: possible dates, possible venues (only one, of course), who to invite (the immediate world), and more. By the time they pulled back into the parking area of the building, Laszlo figured they’d covered pretty much all of it. Just as he switched the car off, Daniel suddenly laid a hand on his arm with a gasp. “Laszlo! We’ve forgotten something huge, and we have to deal with it before we can go ahead!”

“What? What have we forgotten?”

“Laszlo, who’s going to be OUR photographer and videographer?”

Laszlo took one more second for the awful truth to strike home, and then they were engulfed in paroxysms of laughter once again.

“That was something mighty obvious for two experts in the field to forget!”

They spent some time taking some sunset engagement photos that evening, out on their balcony – shots of the two hands with the identical rings, full photos of the two of them hugging and kissing with the rings showing in front, and photos of them toasting each other with champagne flutes the golden wine glowing in the sunset light – and then shared them, not on their business-related social media, but in emails with their friends. To that list, they had now added the email addresses and phone numbers of Malia, Maile, and Darren.

Of course, it took no time at all for the congratulation messages to start pouring in.

Chief among them was the simple but significant message from Uncle Ken: “Congratulations on your wonderful news – so happy for you both. Should you wish to hold the wedding here, we will hold Chalet # 3 and the Rainbow Room open on all available dates, through end of 2024, pending notification of your preferred date. Please advise me ASAP.”

“Daniel, did you see that message from Uncle Ken? Wow. Just… wow!”

“Pretty incredible. Laszlo, that man really loves us almost as much as if we were his sons.”

“Very true. And the feeling is mutual.”

“It certainly is.”

“What’s the Rainbow Room like, Daniel? Have you seen it?”

“I went to one party there, years ago, when I was a teenager. It’s a function room, with a vaulted roof, upstairs above the restaurant, with tall panoramic windows facing the waterfall and the ocean. Terrace outside with an outdoor bar and tiki torches all around, they’ll light those at sundown. And the waterfall is floodlit in the evening. We might even be able to have dinner on the terrace, depending on how many guests we have. Should be okay for us… adequate anyway, I hope.” He winked at Laszlo.

“I guess we’re going to have to get married at FourWinds, then. Can’t let down our Uncle Ken.”

“Just have to swallow our disappointment and roll with it, to keep the poor guy happy.”

They looked at each other seriously, for one split second, and then dissolved again into helpless fits of the giggles. After they’d held a quick consultation over the calendar, Daniel messaged Ken back by text.

Would love to come for week of November 27 to December 4, 2024, with wedding on Saturday, November 30. Please confirm if this is OK at your end – and thank you so much. Love, D&L.

The reply came less than five minutes later.

All dates confirmed, no problems. Block of guest rooms to be held as well once you have your guest list confirmed. Will send details of deadlines for catering, etc., by email later. Glad to be able to help you. Much love, Uncle Ken.

Fifteen minutes later, the kissing session which ensued was interrupted by the chime on Laszlo’s phone – an email on their company account. Time to get back to work.

The months seemed to fly by, with a steady stream of photo/video gigs keeping them busy. Along the way, though, they managed to block off two weeks to spend in Kauai. It gave them a chance to hang out with the surfers again, and Rodrigo even agreed to take Laszlo over to one of the calmer beaches to give him a starter course in riding the waves. Daniel felt certain from Rodrigo’s facial expression that one of them, maybe both, would be riding something else in the course of the day, but he didn’t mind at all. Why should he when Seiji decided to get cozy with him when he was having his morning coffee outside? The slender Japanese surfer was plastered right up against him when Rodrigo and Laszlo were leaving.

Daniel laughed at Laszlo. “Look at you, so sexy in those long jammers!”

Seiji laughed too. “Looks good with his long legs.”

Laszlo grinned broadly, and Rodrigo just said, “Enjoy your day without us,” ending with a broad wink. Laszlo hopped into Rodrigo’s van, and they drove away.

Daniel looked down at Seiji. “Surf time?”

Seiji shook his head, dropping his hand onto Daniel’s crotch. “This first.”

And then they were upstairs, back in Daniel’s old room, now Seiji’s room, and Seiji was down on  his knees, peeling Daniel’s jammers down to release the already boned-up nine inch monster which lay in wait there.

“Mmm, I’m waiting to get more of this since first time you and Rodrigo did me from both ends.”

“Stand up and let me get those off you. I never really got a good look at yours, I want to see what it looks like.”

When Seiji peeled down his own jammers, his cock sprang out to a hefty seven inches, much more than you might think such a small, slender man would have to offer. Daniel’s eyes got notably bigger at the sight; Seiji noticed and laughed at him. “Surprise you? Didn’t expect so much on me?”

Daniel had to admit that Seiji was right. “I didn’t. Let’s not waste time. Get down here and let’s go at each other.”

In moments, the two of them were lying down on the floor, plunged into a hot sixty-nine, their cocks sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. At the same time, Daniel began playing with Seiji’s small round ass and the tight little hole in between his buns. Here again, a man who didn’t know might think there was no way Daniel could get his big, thick cock into that slender butt. However, Daniel already knew better, from previous experience.

When Daniel’s cock began leaking a steady stream of precum, Seiji released it from his mouth, pushed Daniel down onto his back, and straddled his hips. He then swiped up a handful of that precum, added some of his own, fingered it into his hole, and then planted his hole on the blunt head and slowly pushed down until the entire shaft disappeared inside him.

In minutes, this short, slender guy was fucking himself into an ecstatic otherworld, totally going off in a kind of trance as he rode on Daniel’s massive hard-on. Equally amazing, even with his hole stretched (apparently) past the point of no return, he still managed to work his muscles and stroke Daniel’s tool, bringing him closer and closer to the point of exploding.

It didn’t take long before Daniel was driving straight up into Seiji’s ass, slamming hard into the hole until he convulsed and flooded Seiji’s guts with a massive lava flow of sperm. Seiji kept riding on Daniel’s cock for another minute until he was ready to cum himself, then he yanked himself up and off that cock and planted his own on Daniel’s face, giving it a series of short, hard pulls and then blowing off into Daniel’s mouth.

After they’d both calmed down, and started getting hard again, Daniel said to Seiji, “You ever fucked an ass before?”

“No – I’m always the bottom.”

“Time for you to learn what it feels like.”

He stroked his cock until some more juice leaked out, then swiped it and spread it on and around Seiji’s cock. Then he fell onto his back, lifted up his legs, and said, “Get that thing into me, Seiji, and fuck me good and hard.”

It took Seiji a minute or so to establish a smooth rhythm, and to master the trick of not pulling all the way out by accident on the upstroke, but soon enough the instinct to breed took over. He got stroking in and out, reversing smartly just at the key moment – and that let Daniel show him what a really talented bottom’s ass was capable of doing.

Between the excitement of Daniel’s talented ass working him over, and the incredible feeling of pounding deep into a man’s hole for the first time, Seiji’s second orgasm started building up far sooner than Daniel would have liked. But he kept quiet. He’d put Seiji into the driver’s seat, and he knew it took time for a new top to learn by doing how to pace himself. As Seiji speeded up, his hips rapping out a tattoo of loud smacks against Daniel’s cheeks, and as Daniel kept squeezing his tool, the big moment was at hand. Suddenly, Seiji groaned, drove hard and fast all the way in, and held it there as his dick exploded inside Daniel. Then he began the instinctive sharp repeated thrusts which would force his seed as far inside as possible. Daniel grabbed his own cock, stroked it seven or eight times, and blew his cum all over Seiji’s slender but hard abs and pecs.

Finally, they collapsed, gasping for air, and then unwound as Daniel licked up all the mess he had made, and then drizzled it into Seiji’s mouth. Then they cuddled. When Daniel asked how it had felt, Seiji replied, “That was great. I have to show Rodrigo what I learned!”

Meanwhile, Rodrigo had been giving Laszlo some starter lessons at a remote beach, showing him how to time getting up on the board, and then took him out to try on some of the smallish waves rolling into that bay. Laszlo flopped into the water like a dead fish the first few tries, but on the fourth go he suddenly got the knack of the timing and the positioning, and then rolled along on top of the wave for a good 15 or 20 seconds before it fizzled out underneath him.

Rodrigo followed him in on the next wave, congratulated him, and then flung his board down on the sand, saying, “Here’s another good trick for you to know.” He had Laszlo lie down on the board, face down, and then laid himself down right on top of Laszlo, his firm cock lodging itself in Laszlo’s crack as he slowly humped up and down along Laszlo’s back..

“Umm, Rodrigo, I think I already know this trick.”

“And? Does that mean you can’t keep practising? Daniel and I didn’t get to be great surfers by getting it right just once! Regular and detailed practice is essential.”

By this time, Rodrigo had worked a hand under Laszlo to pull open the drawstrings on his jammers, and then used his other hand to start wiggling the tight, wet fabric down over the swell of his ass cheeks. Laszlo certainly showed no inclination to protest. Rodrigo got Laszlo’s jammers down just far enough to clear his ass and wrap his knees together, then did the same with his own. Once he’d released his cock, he greased it up with a tiny bottle of lube that he’d tucked into his pocket, and then started pushing into Laszlo’s crack, seeking the hole.

It was a bit tough with Laszlo’s cheeks held so close together, and no chance to spread his legs any further apart, but Rodrigo eventually nailed the target and started pushing in. Once he got in as far as he could go, he leaned down to mutter in Laszlo’s ear, “Surfer Fuck. Most of the action comes from the cheeks and your thighs, before my cock even gets down to the hole. Takes a lot of lube, but it feels amazing.”

Laszlo, too, was feeling a whole range of unfamiliar sensations as the cock simultaneously rode between his cheeks and worked through his hole. He could feel his own dick getting harder by the minute, and realized that he was soon going to blow, just from the combined feelings of getting fucked like this, together with the realization that they were right out in the open where anyone walking down the path to the beach couldn’t miss seeing them mating.

“Fuck… fuck… I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Rodrigo speeded up his thrusts, but Laszlo still got there first, laying a thick layer of spooge all over Rodrigo’s surfboard. It took another minute, but his dick was still spasming a bit when Rodrigo passed the point of no return and laid down a couple of shots inside him, then pulled out to let the rest squeeze out into the crack between Laszlo’s cheeks.

Eventually he picked himself up, letting Laszlo loose to stand as well. “Sorry about making that mess all over your board,” he said.

Rodrigo laughed, “Just take it back out into the surf. That’ll clean you and the board.”

Neither of them even noticed the man standing in the shelter of the scrubby trees, filming them on his phone. They hauled up their jammers and dashed into the water, with Laszlo sloshing water over the board to rinse it off, and the two of them then sharing some hot, wet kisses.

Back at base, they found Daniel and Seiji acting surprisingly calm – too calm. Laszlo immediately got suspicious, and asked Daniel, straight out: “Okay, how many loads? Who’s the champion today?”

Daniel smiled sheepishly, and said, “Gave two, and took two – one in the mouth and the other in my ass.”

Rodrigo immediately reacted in a flare of pretended jealousy. “What? You got him to fuck you? I can’t get him to do that, he just keeps saying ‘bottom only’.”

“You won’t have that problem any more, Rodrigo. I think Seiji can’t wait to show you what he’s learned today.” Seiji just laughed. “What about you, Laszlo?”

“Just took one, but it was the most unusual load I ever got in my life.”

“Let me guess,” and Daniel turned to Rodrigo. “You taught him the Surfer Fuck, right?”

Rodrigo just laughed and slapped Laszlo’s ass. “Good, tight buns. Worked like a charm.”

The sex play continued at regular intervals through the rest of their stay. The funniest moment came when Rodrigo came downstairs with Daniel one morning, followed by Laszlo and Seiji a few minutes later, all four of them with that “all fucked out” look on their faces.

Brad had growled to Arian, “Doesn’t anyone in this house ever sleep alone any more?”

Daniel simply laughed. “Shoe’s on the other foot, Brad, after all the mornings when you or Arian came downstairs with some chick we’d never seen before, and we had no idea where you’d ever found them all. Payback is a bitch.” Even Brad had to laugh at that.

The two-week getaway to Kauai also gave Daniel and Laszlo a chance to spend the last several days in FourWinds, enjoying another leisurely dinner with Uncle Ken and conferring with the events and catering coordinators about their wedding plans. As well, they had the usual budget of quiet times in the pool and in their private hot tub – or just sitting on their terrace and listening to the unending music of the waterfall bouncing from rock to rock below them on its way down and out to the ocean.

The best result of those meetings was the arrangement, through the resort, of a first-rate DJ for the wedding. Right alongside that fix was Uncle Ken’s personal offer to approach the best photographer and videographer he knew in the islands, a couple living in Honolulu. They would come for travel and room expenses only.

Daniel grinned. He knew that line all too well from his porn days. It meant that “travel and room” would add up to far more than the professional fee they might otherwise expect. But he and Laszlo agreed readily, putting great trust as so often in Uncle Ken’s judgement.

When they’d arrived home from Hawaii, it was time to get back to work once again. They had a long schedule of destination weddings through the winter, and also some in-person events and a few family photos already booked. Daniel had also gotten a commission to do a 5-minute promotional video and a 30-second commercial for the city’s tourism office, and he was busy planning and writing a shooting script as well as a narration script for these two films. Laszlo was a bit inclined to pout at being left out (although not seriously), but they threw in a package of top-notch picture files, suitable for poster use due to the high resolution.

The promotional films and photos were a huge success, and the word spread rapidly, leading to similar commissions from San Diego and from Vancouver, up in Canada. “Just think, Laszlo – our first trip out of the country together!”

Vancouver in the spring proved to be a revelation to them, and a reminder that it was silly to just keep ricocheting back and forth between Los Angeles and Kauai with a whole world out there, waiting for them to discover it. Both of them went completely over the top, filming and photographing flowers and mountains, boats and buildings, parks and beaches and tree-lined streets until they had twenty times as much material as they could possibly use.

It all went to keep them busy and actively earning their living throughout the year of what might otherwise have been dreary waiting time for the wedding festivities to come around. But then, as Daniel had pointed out, this celebration was more for the benefit of the rest of the world than for them. They’d already celebrated their partnership in more ways and at more times than either of them could even remember – and both of them treasured the feeling that the best of their lives together was yet to come.

Even though Daniel wasn’t working there any more, except on a very occasional basis, it had become a tradition for Silvio, Daniel, and Laszlo to meet up at Shooting Stars for a drink at the end of the work week on Friday. Silvio had held to his word, making Daniel and Laszlo the first and closest friends in his family of choice, and they all welcomed the chance to chill and catch up. Some weeks, depending on what everyone had been or was doing, it could go further and turn into another hot sexual encounter.

On this particular occasion, in early September of 2024, Silvio was all wound up to talk about their wedding. He’d been steadily getting more and more excited for the big event, ever since that first email announcing their engagement. Now that the date of the wedding had been announced, and the official invitations had gone out, he had a proposition to discuss with them.

“So here’s the deal, fellows,” Silvio began. “I’ve been thinking that you should probably have a big pre-wedding bachelor party to get out and fire it up with all your gay friends before you head off to Hawaii to get married. I know some of your friends will be going to the wedding as well. I just figured you should have a gays-only pre-wedding party, so everyone has a good chance to blow off steam and get the energy out of their systems – and then, with any luck, they’ll behave themselves with a bit more class at the actual wedding.”

“Maybe,” Daniel put in, using his most savage, ironic tone of voice.

“Yeah, I know. There’s always going to be that one, right? Anyway, I’ve got this whole thing arranged for the weekend before the wedding. We’ve booked an entire clothing optional resort in Palm Springs, from Friday afternoon through to Monday morning, three nights. We can all have a fantastic time, wind ourselves up as much as we want, and really give you fellows the send-off you deserve.”

“How much money are we talking here?” The businessman in Daniel couldn’t be kept quiet, and Laszlo – now every bit as much a businessman – nodded approval of his caution.

“ ‘We’ aren’t talking about money at all. The guys who are coming are all kicking in some extra to cover the costs and for a gift, and the gift to you two is this long weekend in the sun.”

“But we can’t ask them….”

Silvio cut him off. “You don’t have to ask. I’m doing the asking, and glad to do it. Just relax, we’re going to have the time of our lives. You just give me a list of everyone you want or need to invite, and I’ll run with it from there. November 22-25 sound good to you?”

They glanced briefly at each other, and then in unison shouted, “Yes!”

A couple of weeks later, they took advantage of Malia and Maile’s birthday celebration to stage a family dinner at a favourite restaurant, with Darren coming up by train from San Diego to join them. Before dinner, they met at Laszlo and Daniel’s apartment for a family discussion about the wedding celebrations, their plans, and what roles they hoped each of Daniel’s siblings would be willing to play in the events

After a long and fruitful discussion, Daniel wrapped up before dinnertime. “I think that covers everything from our end. Did any of you have any other questions?”

Malia and Maile both shook their heads. Then Darren spoke up. “Just one, Daniel. You haven’t said anything about this, but I’m assuming that someone is planning some sort of bachelor party for you two. I’ll need them to have my name and number so they can give me all the details.” Daniel and Laszlo looked at each other a little bleakly. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

Laszlo looked sideways at Daniel again, and then said “Not exactly wrong, Darren. It’s going to be in Palm Springs the weekend before the wedding. We wanted a chance to party hearty with all our gay friends, because we don’t want them carrying on at the actual wedding. Get it out of everyone’s system ahead of time.”

“And? You think I can’t party right along with them?”

By this time Daniel was actually squirming in discomfort. Darren noticed it and got an even more gleeful grin on his face.

“Darren,” Laszlo tried again, “what we’re saying is this is going to be a private party, all gay guys, at a clothing-optional resort, and it’s definitely going to get x-rated – and maybe add a few more xxxs on top.”

“Ewww,” Maile threw in, “too much sharing!”

“Totally,” Malia agreed.

“Sounds great,” Darren laughed. “I’m definitely up for that!”

Daniel’s eyes suddenly got much bigger.

“Wait… what…? Darren, what are you trying to say?”

“I’m telling you, Daniel, my dear bone-headed elder brother, that I’m gay too.”

By now, everyone in the room was staring at him.

“You’re kidding. You can’t be serious!” But Darren was just slowly nodding his head, with a classic gay ‘come and get it’ smile spreading across his face. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You didn’t ask.”

That made both the women laugh. “Oh, boy,” Malia said, “I can just hear it now. ‘So you’re my brother, Darren, great to see you again after all these years. And by the way, are you gay too?’ ”

At that, everyone laughed. And Laszlo pulled out his phone.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked him.

“Sending Darren’s number to Silvio, of course!”

After they’d gone out for a long and joyous family dinner together, the guys came back to the apartment. Laszlo and Daniel had grabbed a quiet moment to discuss inviting Darren to join them in the bedroom, but Daniel had felt that it might seem a bit too weird for his brother – so Laszlo didn’t push it. While Darren was cleaning up in the bathroom, Laszlo flipped out the sofa bed, added the extra mattress pad they kept ready, and then made it up with the sheets and duvet.

Darren came out, and Laszlo thought he caught a momentary look of disappointment, but Darren thanked him, hugged and kissed him and Daniel, and then stripped off all but his briefs and crawled under the covers. Daniel and Laszlo retired to their bedroom, talking and kissing a bit before falling to sleep.

In the morning, they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast on the balcony. Daniel then took Darren to the station to drop him off for his noon train back to San Diego, while Laszlo got on with paperwork for some upcoming contracts.

And then, almost before they saw it coming, it was November – and time to pack up and head to Palm Springs for the bachelor party. Laszlo and Daniel had heard only hints and rumours, but it was plain to them already that this was going to be the wildest weekend of their lives.

The resort was too small for the number of guys who wanted to come. Silvio had to agree with the resort’s management to limit the number of guest passes issued, and to have the users of the passes pay a user fee at the front desk. Then he had the unpleasant task of messaging the late registrants who hadn’t made the cut, regretfully informing them that the event was now sold out.

Saturday afternoon, there were about a hundred hot guys gathered in the sunlit courtyard around and in the pool and extra-large hot tub. Pool and tub were both well-filled already. Some of the guys preferred to wear clothes – as in the most minimal swimwear they owned – while others just let it all hang out, or (as Silvio put it) “let it all stand out.” The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the hands were making free everywhere – groping, squeezing, stroking, and more. A number of guys were making out at a hot and heavy level, and a few cocks were already getting sucked.

Daniel and Laszlo had been led to a deluxe, extra-large sunbed at the far end. The canopy overhead had been decorated with multi-coloured sex toys and condoms, and a huge “JUST (ABOUT) MARRIED!!!” sign. There they lay, watching all their legion of friends winding themselves up. Both of them had swimsuits on, but the fronts were straining – not just because they were watching the show, but also because they were taking turns rubbing each other.

“Check it out, Daniel – Ricky’s already getting into the serious action.”

Daniel looked. Across the pool, there was Ricky, the undisputed Sweetheart of WeHo, in his favourite position – on all fours, on a deck chair, and getting slowly plowed from behind by Marcus. “This surprises you, Laszlo? I’d be more surprised if Ricky hadn’t been the first one to get a dick up his ass today.”

“Now that you mention it….”

They lay there, watching Marcus slowly accelerate into a full-on powerfuck in front of a crowd of cheering onlookers. “Damn, he’s going to lose the first load of the day if he keeps going at that speed.”

“Yup. Not to worry, Laszlo, Marcus is just like me: perfectly capable of blowing off several loads in a row and still having more to go on with.”

Just then Marcus groaned aloud, speeded up even more, and then locked up against Ricky’s lush ass as his cock exploded inside the roundest bubble butt present. A storm of cheering and applause greeted this first breeding of the day, and Ricky stood up, turned around, scooped some cum out of his ass and ate it, and then yelled, “Okay, who wants sloppy seconds?”

Laszlo groaned aloud as he watched the shameless exhibitionist doing his thing. “Fuck, Daniel. Don’t rub me too hard, you’re gonna make me cum too and I want to save it.”

Just as he said that, a group of six guys marched along the poolside and stepped into the shade of their canopy. Neither of them could identify any of the six with any certainty – largely because all of them were completely naked except for black hoods which covered their faces and their hair. Six rigid cocks were lifted and pointing at their targets.

“Well, this looks interesting,” Daniel said, but a moment later he and Laszlo had gotten gags stuffed into their mouths, and two guys were holding each of them down by their legs and by their arms, which were stretched back above their heads. The two remaining fellows sat down on their faces, and then leaned forward to start sucking on the bulges in their tight swimsuits.

In another minute, those swimsuits had been slid down over their ankles and off while the two studs on top of them ground their ass cheeks into their faces and sucked on their now-naked cocks. Both Daniel and Laszlo were groaning as the top studs worked their tools with real skill while grinding their asses down hard over the feasting mouths of the guests of honour.

While they were eating ass as hard as they could go, Laszlo faintly heard a couple of quiet clicks, then a couple more. He soon found out, when he tried to move a minute later, that he and Daniel had both been shackled to the deluxe sunbed and were now completely at the mercy of the six mystery men. At first, Daniel wondered why their legs had been left only loosely fastened. He soon found out, when his captors pushed his knees up and apart while his feet remained on the bed. One of them got between his legs and began to finger his ass. Another one yanked out the gag. Daniel began to say something, but one of the six growled, “Shut the fucker up, Number 1.” With that, the guy perched on his face backed up a bit and stuffed his rigid cock into Daniel’s mouth.

Laszlo was getting the same treatment. But his team had gotten further along, and he now had one of the mystery studs sliding up between his legs and pushing his dick into Laszlo’s hole. When that was all the way inside, he snapped, “Okay, Number 5, he’s ready for you now.” The third man now straddled Laszlo’s hips, lifted his cock into position, and proceeded to sit down on it, taking Laszlo’s dick all the way into his ass.

Before long, all six were similarly occupied: two guys fucking the happy couple’s faces, two guys riding the happy couple’s cocks, and two guys plunging deep inside the happy couple’s assholes.

The combination of being massively stimulated three ways while being chained down soon brought Laszlo off, and Daniel wasn’t far behind him. They both struggled to move and thrust as they exploded helplessly upwards into the holes of two of their tormentors.

Their fuckers were nowhere near done with them yet, though. In another minute, the guy who was face-fucking Laszlo gave a massive sigh and exploded down Laszlo’s throat. At the same time, the two guys fucking them both let it fly, with Laszlo’s fucker breeding him first while Daniel’s top wasn’t far behind, dumping a huge load into Daniel’s fuck chute.

Once they’d calmed down again, the guys changed places, all getting up and moving around to new positions. Each team stayed on the same guy, though. Daniel wasn’t sure but he thought that the cock now moving into his ass belonged to the same guy who’d just taken a load of his sperm in his butt.

Laszlo had been trying in vain to identify any of the members of this sexy swat team. None of the faces were visible, all six bodies were ripped as hell, and all six cocks were about the same size. The skin tones were all about the same, too, but suspiciously glossy – Laszlo suspected that some kind of body paint had been used. They always addressed each other as “Number 3,” “Number 6,” and so on – never by name.

This time, it took a bit longer for everyone to wind up again. The fucking and riding continued unabated, and one of the six pumped a load in almost a matter-of-fact way into Daniel’s mouth as the others were still working their way up. Finally, one of the men growled, “They’re almost there, let’s go for it, guys.” With that the fucking accelerated again, until both of the guys who were riding were slamming up and down on Daniel’s and Laszlo’s tools, while the two fucking them were pounding in and out like jackhammers.

The guy fucking Laszlo blew first, and Laszlo himself erupted almost immediately afterwards as he realized that he was being bred again. Daniel and his fucker came right together just a minute later, at about the same moment that the sixth guy was shooting a load all over Laszlo’s face and into his mouth.

Daniel and Laszlo lay there, gasping for breath, slowly calming down after the heavy-duty sex play. The gags went back in, and the six hooded guys stepped away, over to the bar. While they were gone, the two hapless victims actually fell asleep and dozed for a while after the intense action. Neither of them fully recovered consciousness, even when the “sort-of” heard sounds of moans mingled with the “sort-of” felt sensation of big splatters of liquid hitting their bodies.

After an hour or so, the six came back. Laszlo and Daniel were woken up, and one of the gang announced,  “Okay, guys, it’s time for Round Two.”

“Thirsty, fellows?” another asked.

When Laszlo nodded, the guy casually yanked his gag out and started pissing into his mouth. Daniel got the same treatment. Then the six masked marauders got back to work, getting into the same positions as before, and replaying the entire script. Daniel thought that the three guys working him over in Round Two were the three who had done Laszlo before, but he couldn’t be sure. Even the mid-round changing of places was followed. By the time it was all over, call it another hour or so later, Laszlo and Daniel had each taken a total of two loads down the throat, blown four loads into four different asses, and taken at least four loads each inside their own butts – plus the various loads which the onlookers had dropped all over their bodies during the intermission.

The six guys finally pulled out of the well-used holes and mouths of the happy couple. One of them tossed a key casually to another guy sitting close by, and said, “Give us five minutes head start and then you can unlock them.” With that, they marched away again.

After five minutes, the guy went around and unlocked all the shackles. The two grooms-to-be stood up, a little shakily, to some ironic cheering and clapping. Daniel and Laszlo gazed around, realizing that the sun was now in a very different position in the sky, well on its way down towards the horizon in fact, and that the entire pool area was littered with satiated guys, many of them sleeping after an afternoon of intense sexual exertions. A few were still coupling – just as Laszlo thought that, there came a loud groan off to their left as a tall Latino guy bred Ryan, the redheaded bottom who’d appeared in Daniel’s last film. Over at the far side of the pool, a food table had been set up and some of the guys were wandering over that way.

“Hungry?” Daniel asked.

“Food, yes. More sex, no.”

Daniel chuckled. “Quick jump in the pool first to clean up.”

“Like this? With all this spooge all over us?”

“Might as well. There’s probably all kinds of it in the water already anyway.”

After they’d jumped in the water, and splashed each other all over for a bit, they climbed out, went to get some food – getting a lot of applause and cheers and back-pats as they went – and then settled back down on the sun bed to eat.

In a room upstairs, the six banditos had finished cleaning off the body paint in the shower. Silvio, who’d organized the raid, turned to Darren and said, “Mission accomplished?”

“Absolutely,” Darren laughed. “Got each of them to breed me and dropped a load into each of them in return. Exactly what I wanted.”

It was Silvio’s turn to laugh. “I guess Daniel isn’t the only one in the family who can keep cumming over and over, on demand.”

“Hey, it isn’t just our family. You’re no slouch in that department either.”

They laughed together, remembering their first high-energy encounter a few weeks earlier, when each of them had wound up with two loads inside his butt. Then Silvio turned to the others. “Right, guys, job well done. Remember, back out there one at a time, six different ways – no turning up all at once or in a group. Darren and I will be the last to go out.”

Meanwhile, out at the pool, the guys who’d gotten some food were drifting away to get dressed, as the air cooled off with the sun going down. With the temperature dropping steadily, it was plain that this was November, not July. Daniel and Laszlo got up with the same mission in mind. As they were going, they passed Ricky, lying on a sun lounger with a towel over his body and looking very pleased with himself.

“How many loads today, Ricky?”

“Four here,” and he gestured to his mouth, “and seven in my ass.”

“Sounds like a good day’s work.”

“I’m not finished yet.”

“Sorry, but both of us are.”

“Yeah, I actually stopped fucking around to watch some of that action. Seeing those guys working you two over – man, that was so fucking hot. I fired off a load just watching them going at you.”

They walked on, chuckling, and in another moment they met Darren. “Hey, Darren, haven’t seen you for a while. Busy?”

Darren smiled lazily. “Yeah – bathroom call, took a bit longer than usual.”

“A bit?” Daniel asked. “Do tell.”

“Okay, quite a bit longer than usual.” Darren winked at him.

Daniel laughed and walked by, but Laszlo leaned close to Darren and said quietly, “You must have had quite a day for yourself – there’s still a bit of body paint behind your ear.”

“Fuck! I thought I got it all off!” Darren looked crestfallen; he’d been so sure that his little scheme had worked to perfection.

“Easy, Darren,” and Laszlo dropped a roguish wink. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell.”

With that, Laszlo headed off, laughing aloud as he hurried to catch up to Daniel.

 

 

 

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Chapter 20:  Life Lessons

 

For several months before Daniel and Lazlo’s wedding date, Maile had been torn. She had gone over it all in her mind, over and over, wondering if she should even try to shift their mother out of her intransigence, or if she should just leave well enough alone.

Of all the family, Maile was the only one who saw her mother with any degree of regularity. Since both of them sat on an inter-church council as representatives of their respective congregations, they were compelled to see each other once a month. At these meetings, they were distantly, formally polite – but nothing more. It was a state of affairs that distressed all the other members of the council, and especially the pastors of both their churches. Everyone at these meetings knew a little about the story of what had happened, but the emphasis on who was at fault shifted dramatically depending on which version each one of them had heard.

Maile came to the next meeting, less than a month before the wedding, filled with a new determination. She could see clearly, as the family was rebuilding itself since the funeral of her father, that her mother risked being left out in the cold and all alone as she aged. Daniel and Laszlo were developing connections to Malia and Darren as well as herself, connections which didn’t depend in the least on their mother. Daniel never spoke his mother’s name, never referred to her as his mother, seemed quite prepared to go on acting as if she had died years earlier – and maybe, Maile thought, he wished that she had.

Maile couldn’t fault him if he did feel that way. She understood now, better by far than when it had happened, how brutally her mother had treated her own first-born child – and then her husband and her other children. But she continued to hope that somehow, in some way, if she could just push the right buttons in the right tone of voice, she might persuade her mother to alter her position. She decided to approach the pastor of her mother’s church, the Temple of the Heavenly Host, and ask him to work with her own pastor to arrange and moderate a face-to-face meeting where they could discuss the issues.

She had told none of the family what she was doing. Her private feeling was that the chance of success was not great – and that this would be her last attempt. If she couldn’t crack through her mother’s hard shell of self-righteous intransigence this time, she would give it up as a lost cause.

 

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Laszlo, too, was distressed about the ongoing breach between Daniel’s mother and all of her children. His relationship with his own parents had always been a rather cool one, rich in practical matters of necessity and convenience rather than any great emotional depth, but it still seemed to him somehow wrong that his mother and father should be coming to participate in the wedding – and to the rehearsal dinner the night before -- where Daniel’s mother, still very much alive, would not. He wished that there were something he could do.

He said as much to Uncle Ken on their last meeting before the month of the wedding. Laszlo, no less than Daniel, valued Ken’s advice and wisdom – hard-earned through years of endless trouble and sorrow and stress. For once, the older man had no clear answer. He remembered, all too clearly, the rigid approach to life of Daniel’s mother when she was young, and how the Biblical phrase “a stiff-necked people” always seemed to him to be a peculiarly accurate description of her. He could only advise Laszlo to be patient and let the people most closely involved work it out as much as they wished. “After all,” as he explained with great patience and compassion to Laszlo, “you can’t make people want to change.”

 

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Daniel and Laszlo had drawn up a detailed plan for the wedding, including vows for the ceremony, and a list of who should be allowed to speak or propose toasts on what subjects after the dinner. For the meal itself, they had opted for a buffet in the Rainbow Room after the cocktail hour on the terrace. This would be a meal which could offer a dazzling array of Hawaiian, East Asian, European, and American dishes with enough variety to tempt all palates present. They had worked closely with the sommelier to pick out a select champagne for the toasts, and bottles of choice red and white wines which would be placed on each table. With the DJ, they had selected two particular songs, favourites of theirs, for their entrance and first dance.

Maile had put her artistic talent to work designing a swirling, impressionistic logo of two men in tuxedos dancing to act as a background graphic and logo on all communications about the wedding, and on the programmes for the big day. Malia, who was especially gifted in fine work done with her own fingers, had designed and created ten similar but not identical centrepieces for each of the ten tables of eight guests. Darren had used his unique gift at calligraphy alongside Maile’s artwork to create place cards for each guest, and a number card to go on the bottom of each centrepiece to indicate the person at each table who should win the centrepiece as a door prize.

All of this work was done before the wild weekend of the bachelor party, because Laszlo and Daniel knew that they would only have 48 hours to get home from Palm Springs, unpack, and repack, before leaving for Hawaii and their week-long wedding celebration.

 

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The face-to-face meeting was not making any progress. Maile explained. Pastor Robbins, the leader of Maile’s church, cajoled. Pastor McEwen, Lehua’s long-time spiritual advisor pleaded, but Lehua remained immovable, only quoting her favourite scripture passages in reply.

But then, suddenly, the dynamic shifted. Respect for elders flew out the window as Maile’s remaining patience evaporated in two seconds. As if a switch had been flipped inside her mind, she abruptly exploded. The two pastors stared in astonishment at this volcanic outburst, but she ignored them. She was beyond caring what anyone else thought of her.

“Damn it all, Mother, have you even listened to a word that any of the three of us have said to you? It’s like you have ears of stone! We’re trying to get you to see the ultimate end of what you’ve done, and you just ignore it all and stand rigidly on your own precious self-made, self-righteous pedestal!”

“Honour thy father and thy mother. Have you forgotten?”

“The best way I can honour you right now is to try to jolt you out of your stupidity and ignorant, blinkered vision. Now, you listen to me, Mother, and listen well. You may not have known about it at the time, but your elder brother Keawe was gay.”

“Keawe! He wasn’t! What about your Aunt Lily? He was devoted to her.”

“He married Leialoha under protest, but he didn’t love her. He stayed with her because he had promised to do so and because he was a man who took his promises seriously. The man he really loved was Kanani Murayama, who also was forced to marry a woman he didn’t love, yet Kanani and Keawe were in love all their lives, for over forty years until Keawe died. But they could never live together openly or express that powerful and enduring love that bound them, heart to heart, and that was because of you and all the hate-filled people like you! Kanani’s love for Keawe now supports his care and concern for your son, Daniel. That’s because Keawe named Daniel as his heir and asked Kanani to watch out for him. Daniel and his partner both name Kanani their uncle.”

Maile was winding herself up into a veritable tempest of outrage, spitting the words out like a fire-eating preacher of the old school.

“And now, Daniel, your eldest child, your first-born son, cannot bring himself to speak your name or acknowledge you as his mother because of the way you’ve abused him. Your husband refused to speak to you as he lay dying, said he didn’t wish to see your face, ordered you to leave the room. His dying words were not for you, but for his eldest son – ‘Tell Daniel… I’m sorry. I was wrong.’

Your daughter, Malia, told me that she could not and would not come with me if I made an effort to try to speak with you. Your son, Darren, after his father’s funeral, said, ‘Thank heaven Mother didn’t decide to stick her nose in’ – and then he laughed.

“That leaves only one of your four children, me. I came to this meeting in a mood of hope – and you’ve just shot that hope down in flames. I’m walking out on you and giving up on you right now. I hope your pride and arrogance is enough for you to live on, because it’s all you’ll have left, now that you’ve driven your entire family to hate the very sight of you!”

She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The two pastors looked sadly at each other. Lehua stared at the closed door in astonishment, in shock, and then in realization -- and a slowly growing fear.

 

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Maile wept, disconsolate, despite Malia doing what she could to console her twin. “Malia, I ruined it. I just couldn’t take it any more. I lost control, blew up right in her face, told her off up one side and down the other, and then walked out and slammed the door like a toddler having a tantrum.”

Malia, who had arrived early for the wedding weekend, hugged her close. “Maile, I don’t blame you at all. I lost patience with our mother years ago. I know I couldn’t hold out for even a minute without blowing my stack at her. I admire you for hanging on for as long as you did.”

“It’s like I forgot everything I knew. ‘Honour thy father and thy mother.’ I sure didn’t do that today, and she jumped on it, reminded me of it.”

“That’s just what she would do. Face the reality, Maile. She’s the kind of person who quotes the Bible when it suits her and then promptly forgets it when it doesn’t support her prejudices. Don’t let her devout exterior fool you. You’ve got more Christian charity in your little finger than she has in her entire body, and don’t you ever believe otherwise.” She held Maile close while Maile cried out her unhappiness.

Later that afternoon, Maile and Malia drove to the FourWinds Resort to try to see Kanani Murayama.

 

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The afternoon after the disastrous meeting, Daniel and Laszlo flew into Kauai again. As they came out of the baggage claim area, they were met by a uniformed driver holding a sign with their names on it. He led them to a limousine, loading their bags, and then drove them to FourWinds. Getting out of the limo at the front door, they were greeted personally by the General Manager who was waiting for them, together with a butler who was assigned to take care of their needs throughout their week-long stay. A bellman took charge of their bags, while the butler led them along the walkway and across the Rainbow Bridge, up the hill to Chalet No. 3.

Once their bags arrived, they unpacked the wedding suits and handed them to the butler to have them pressed and ready for Saturday, along with their shoes to be polished. The butler in turn gave them a special phone number which they could use to summon him directly for anything they might need, and then (on request) left them to get settled in.

 

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Mr. Murayama sat behind the desk in his office at the FourWinds Resort. He’d been concentrating on the backlog of paperwork, knowing that he had no appointments that morning. He wanted to clear the backlog away, so he’d have ample free time to join in the wedding celebrations on the weekend – the wedding of the pride and joy of his later years, his two nephews, Daniel and Laszlo.

All the time, at the back of his mind, there loomed the image of Daniel’s twin sisters, Malia and Maile. He’d been startled, but not altogether surprised, when they came to see him – nor had he been surprised by Maile’s tale of how she had tried to get through to her mother, and the outcome of that abortive meeting. The whole situation of Daniel’s family truly made him sad, but he could see no way in which he could help to untangle the knot. That was for those who were directly involved to do – if they could find a way.

When his secretary came in and told him that Lehua wished to see him, his first reaction was extreme surprise. But then, he told the secretary to ask her to wait a few minutes. Next, he sat down and thought long and carefully about what this might mean, and about how he might be able to influence the situation to the benefit of his two beloved nephews. Finally, he buzzed the secretary and told her to bring Lehua in. He stood to greet his guest, and then begged her, in his usual courtly manner, to be seated and tell him what he could do for her.

“Kanani, I have come to you to beg for your help.”

“How do you think I may be able to help you, Lehua? I’ve not even met you since we were young, and that’s many years ago now.”

“I know, Kanani. I… I have been a fool.” He simply raised his eyebrows in an inquiring manner. “I am shamed by what I have learned these last few days.”

“What have you learned?”

“I have heard from my daughter Maile about your long relationship with my brother, Keawe. It was a surprise. I had suspected… had guessed that Keawe was… that he preferred….”

“The word is ‘Gay,’ Lehua. Your brother was gay.”

“Yes.”

“Say it yourself.”

“Keawe was gay. But I had not realized that you had been the man he loved. And that love… so many years, in secret, hiding, pretending, never able to be open. It is the depth and strength of your love for each other that has shamed me. I have been the worst role model of all, while you and Keawe remained true to each other through all those decades of strain and silence. I am sorry that I helped to force that silence upon you. And now I know that there is someone else to whom I must apologize, someone on whom I forced a far worse strain and a much deeper wound – my son, Daniel. I need to try to reach him, to begin to make things right after the terrible way I have wronged him. I need you to take me to him.”

“Am I supposed to know where he is?”

“I think that you do know. Maile has told me that Daniel and his….” Again, her voice quavered into silence.

“His fiancé?”

“Yes, his fiancé. She has told me that they are close to you, that they name you ‘Uncle’. And I have already heard from others that they are holding their wedding this Saturday, here in FourWinds. And that Maile, and Malia, and Darren will all attend the wedding. I would guess that they may all be here already.”

Mr. Murayama studied her carefully. The old lines of rigid, arrogant pride and stubbornness had vanished from her face. Her expression had softened almost beyond belief. This was a different person from the one he had known all those years ago but had only seen at a distance in more recent years. This was a Lehua he had never expected to see in this lifetime: a hesitant, fearful, timid, even humbled Lehua.

At last he spoke. “I will take you to him.”

Daniel and his siblings, with Laszlo, were sitting around the small dining table in the happy couple’s private chalet. They were talking about the mechanics of the wedding celebration, of course, and about the role that each would play on Saturday. They had just reached a natural stopping point in their conversation, and Laszlo was heading for the phone to order drinks for all of them, when the knock came at the door. Laszlo went to the door and opened it to see Uncle Ken.

“Uncle Ken! Please come in.”

He came in and shut the door behind him. His eyes were fixed on Daniel as he spoke solemnly. “Daniel, I have brought with me someone who wishes to speak to you as soon as possible. You may be able to guess who it is. Before I bring her to see you, I ask you to recall what I have told you about the way in which I have found serenity and peace in my life during my later years. Please call that to mind and remember it.”

Daniel nodded. He got the message, loud and clear. Forgiveness. He knew at once that the unnamed visitor must be his mother. And more than this – he sensed that Uncle Ken would not be bringing his mother to see him unless he felt that she had in some way shown that she wished or deserved to be forgiven. His uncle was the one messenger from whom he would accept such a message – a man, also gay, who had equally suffered hurt and harm from the hate of others.

“I will see her, Uncle Ken.”

Ken opened the door and said, “Please come in now.”

As Lehua entered the room, they all stood – Daniel last. Old habits of respect die hard. Daniel had instinctively rebelled, but Uncle Ken’s last words still resonated in him, and finally ruled him.

“Laszlo, bring a chair for our guest, please.”

Lehua flinched at the impersonal “our guest,” but she sat in the chair when Laszlo brought it and put it down, facing Daniel across the corner of the table. Everyone else then sat.

“Why have you come?” Daniel’s tone was as cool and impersonal as a judge.

“Daniel… I am here to tell you that… that I have now realized and regret the pain I inflicted on you all those years ago. When I disowned you and told you never to return, that was a terrible thing to do, harsh and hateful. It was wrong of me, and I kept compounding the wrong for years by remaining rigid and unforgiving. I am sorry, so sorry for the harm and hurt I have done to you. I am also sorry to have brought the same heartache upon my whole family…” and here her gaze swept the entire room. “Please… all of you, and Daniel, you, most of all… please forgive me…” and, after the longest pause yet, and in a voice failing towards a mere whisper, “…if you can find it in your hearts.”

Everyone in the room now looked silently at Daniel. He got the message. It was to be his choice; the others would take their cue from him. So many ideas rushed through his mind at top speed – memories of the outrage and hate and sadness at being flung away, censure of himself for mismanaging everything, anger at all the people who had manipulated him, joy at having found love with Laszlo and at rediscovering his siblings, sorrow for his uncles and their long sorrow. He was racked by a turbulent, complex storm of conflicting attitudes and emotions. But one sound came through the welter of feelings, loud and clear. It was the voice of his Uncle Ken, a man he deeply respected and loved, counselling him to be forgiving.

He stood, took his mother’s hand and drew her to her feet. “Mother,” and he heard a quickly suppressed gasp from behind him, “I forgive you. And I ask you in turn to forgive me. I’ve now learned that it would have been better for all of us if I’d had the courage to tell you and Father my truth, but I ran away out of fear and left you to find out for yourself in the worst possible way. For that, I am sorry.”

She stepped timidly towards her son, and he embraced her. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

Then, he released her and said, “Mother, there’s someone here I need you to meet. This is Laszlo Kertesz. He’s my fiancé, and we are going to be married on Saturday afternoon.”

Laszlo stepped forward, giving his courtly bow, and then kissed Lehua on the cheek as he took her hand. She in turn embraced him and kissed him on both cheeks. Laszlo glanced briefly at Daniel, raising his eyebrows, got an equally brief nod and smile in reply, and smiled himself as he asked Lehua, “Mother? We would be delighted to have you come to our wedding. Will you come?”

 

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Kanani was sitting again at his desk, after having survived the hugging and kissing festival which had unfolded a few minutes previously in Chalet No. 3. He now realized, as he hadn’t an hour earlier, before Lehua’s arrival, that he was very much a part of the story of Daniel’s family, and as such he did indeed find an active role to play in helping to patch up the rifts. He was glad and relieved that it had worked out.

As he thought of that, he opened his desk and pulled out a treasure – a framed photo of him together with Keawe, taken on the beach when they were still in their twenties. It was a pure piece of seventies nostalgia. The slender, deeply tanned bodies, the tight little shorts, the long curling hair and lush mustaches, all of it took him back to the days when he had been young and in love. He stared at it for some minutes, and then he realized that he was actually talking to Keawe, there in his office, speaking as if the man he had loved was still alive and physically present. “Keawe, my love, I have done the best I can for our nephew and his partner. I’m sure you would be as proud of the two of them as I am. Their limitless love reminds me so much of how truly and deeply we loved each other.”

He knew that it was time. He took down a framed photo on the wall, a picture of him taken at a ceremonial dinner some years earlier, hanging the framed photo of himself and Keawe in its place – right next to the framed engagement photo of Daniel and Laszlo.

 

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The tall A-framed roof of the Rainbow Room was draped with parallel rows of rainbow-coloured banners, rising in sweeping curves from the supporting posts to the peak of the roof. Bouquets of flowers, also in assorted rainbow hues, filled the urns on stands at either side of the podium.

Stately music filled the air as the celebrant, an old school chum of Daniel’s from his childhood, gestured to the guests to rise.

The four members of the wedding party marched slowly down the aisle, one by one, taking their places alternately to left and to right. When Daniel had asked Laszlo who he planned to have as his best man, he replied, “The man who persuaded me that I had to find you and be with you. And for my groomsman, the man who turned to me to help him find himself.”

Daniel had laughed. “We’ve done it again. My best man is going to be the man who persuaded me that I had to find you and be with you. My groomsman will be my brother.”

Now, Rodrigo stood on the left, with Darren next to him. To the right stood Miklos, with Silvio beside him.

The phones were raised all around the room as Laszlo walked slowly towards the front, flanked by his mother and father, and with his sister Danuta walking ahead of them.

Daniel now appeared, with his mother and his Uncle Ken (in the place of his father) walking on either side of him. His twin sisters, Malia and Maile, preceded them.

Once they were all assembled at the front, the best men stood beside the grooms, while the rest of the two families mixed and mingled in a semi-circle behind the celebrant, facing the guests.

The ceremony was not long, but it followed the conventional pattern. At the reciting of the vows, sharp-eyed audience members might have caught Kanani quickly dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief as Daniel and Laszlo spoke the final line together: “…for the rest of our Forever.”

At the conclusion, the two grooms walked down the aisle, not just holding hands but holding their linked hands up in front of them to show off their rings for all to see. They were followed in order by their attendants, and then their families. Those present who knew Lehua were understandably a bit startled to see her radiant smile as she walked on the arm of Laszlo’s father, while Laszlo’s mother walked with Kanani. Lehua’s unbounded joy totally outshone the conventional social smiles of Laszlo’s parents.

The guests were all invited to come out onto the terrace for drinks while the Rainbow Room was being reset for dinner and for dancing to follow. It was only at this point that Daniel and Laszlo had some leisure to take note of all the people who had come – in the great tradition of grooms at weddings, they’d been too nervous during the ceremony.

There were friends and relatives from all the different periods of their lives. Associates and co-stars from the Hawaiian Nine days mingled with old school friends of Laszlo. Daniel’s surfer buddies, Arian and Brad, were having a field day, chatting with all the women they’d never seen before. Silvio had Malia and Maile in stitches with his ridiculous stories of daily life in WeHo. Darren treated the whole gathering as a checklist of his video idols, trying to meet as many of them in person as possible.

Even Archer McManus had showed up, a bit to their surprise – he’d indicated that he might not be able to come. More surprising still was his arrival with a sexy Brazilian beach boy named Duarte on his arm. Daniel and Laszlo opened their eyes comically wide on learning that the perennial “never tie me down” Archer had gotten engaged – and was going to be married the following year.

The longest conversation with the grooms was the six-way marathon with Marina and Lianne and Steve and Jim. Lianne’s boyfriend hadn’t been able to come, so she and Marina made it a double-date with Steve and Jim, since they were all the oldest friends present to each other. Once they managed to corner Laszlo and Daniel, their laughing reminiscences of the old days rolled on and on, ending only when the hotel’s General Manager interrupted, in his politest official vein, to tell them that the dinner buffet was all in place, and they were needed to lead the way inside.

And so it went, right on through the dinner hour. The whole party was a glorious mish-mash of past and present, of different worlds and different personalities, and they all seemed more than happy to mix it up and get to meet as many people as possible. All around the room, people were jumping up to go to other tables and socialize, tell stories about Daniel and Laszlo (some of which may even have been true), and take pictures.

After the spectacular dinner, Rodrigo and Miklos took the floor to roast the bridegrooms, with Silvio and Darren contributing as well. Of course, they had to put their own distinctive spin on the love story – “Do you have any idea how much of a hassle it was for us to persuade the two of them that they should become a couple?” – and Daniel and Laszlo laughed louder than anyone else.

When it was time for the newlyweds to speak, Daniel chose to open on a more sombre note, by calling for a moment of silence and then a toast “in memory of all those who are no longer with us – especially my father, and my uncle Keawe,” before going on with more conventional thank-you speeches.

Although some of the older guests departed earlier, the dancing roared on until quitting time at 2:00 am, and people continued circulating out onto the terrace between dances to visit the bar, and to take in the sheer beauty of the natural surroundings – the floodlit waterfall, the tropical vegetation illuminated by the flaring tiki torches, and over all the gentle yet forceful shushing sounds of the waves rolling ashore below them.

The two grooms made their ceremonial departure from the party at 1:30 am, and by 2:00 they were seated side by side on the lounge seat of the terrace outside their chalet. There’d been so much hectic activity, so many words, so much of an emotional rollercoaster ride for the last week. Now, the time was ripe for stillness, for calm, for simply being fully in each other’s presence. No more words were needed.

Laszlo leaned into Daniel’s side, putting his arm across Daniel’s chest and laying his head down on Daniel’s shoulder, while Daniel draped his arm over Laszlo’s shoulders, drawing him in close. They sat there, quietly in tune with each other, sharing the time and the space, each of them listening to the heartbeat of the other. In the perfect peace of the moment, as in so many other times and places, both of them were thinking the exact same thing at the exact same time:

“For the rest of our Forever.”

 

 

[PG1961Canada]

@daddybear54  Well done you ol' hopeless romantic piggy! Grin.  Great storyline. Great sex.  I thoroughly enjoyed it all!

[daddybear54]

1 hour ago, PG1961Canada said:

@daddybear54  Well done you ol' hopeless romantic piggy! Grin.  Great storyline. Great sex.  I thoroughly enjoyed it all!

@PG1961Canada thanks very much -- I think....  🤫 Now I'm beginning to think I need to do something totally anti-romantic next time, just to throw you off balance!  😉🤣🤣

[daddybear54]

@PG1961Canada all kidding aside, always grateful for your support and positive feedback!