We Are NOT Alone

After their last dance together, the newlypartnered hugged and thanked everyone especially their parents, Muriel, and Angelique. They then hurried out to their awaiting limousine to ferry them to the airport for their departure for Honolulu. At first, Peter wanted to plan their honeymoon to Paris, but he changed his mind quickly deciding to save it for their first anniversary. Instead, he would keep with the board shorts theme and they would go to Hawai’i — Josh had always talked of wanting to go there for years.

Inside the limo, they removed and hung up their tuxedo tops in suit bags and opened up a special box containing special new shirts with which to replace them — opposite colors black and white, high-end golf shirts with their new monograms: PES & JEA. From the outset, they knew they wanted to create a new last name that represented them both. Peter suggested Harboursade or Palibour. Josh preferred Palibour however he also suggested a prefix that would move them closer to the front of the line in alphabetical order and ‘Ex’ resulting in Expalibour — to rhyme with the famous Las Vegas resort where they had taken their sexual relationship to the ultimate level for the first time. Peter would have been sold on anything. He did not care what their new last name was only that it was their own and that Josh liked it. Josh leaned over to him and said, “Mr. Expalibour I presume,” and then he kissed his still bare-chested new husband with a huge smile.

“As are you also, Mr. Expalibour, I presume” Peter replied after returning the kiss. He finished putting on his shirt when he looked at his watch and noticed they were quite a bit ahead of schedule for their two-hour pre-departure arrival, even though he secretly knew their departure time to be flexible. “Hmm, Mr. Expalibour, we’re ahead of schedule.”

Josh, who never wore a watch, took Peter’s wrist and looked at the time. “Indeed, Mr. Expalibour, we are.” He giggled, “I really like the sound of that, Pumpkin.”

“Our new name or that we’re early instead of late as usual.”

“Both,” Josh replied.

“Me too, Mintaka.”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Am I ever not?” Peter grinned.

The chauffeur’s window was up affording them ample privacy to do something they had neither one done before though they had come close the night of their senior prom. Unfortunately, they were suddenly ‘the ride’ to the after party and, by the time that was over, their limousine timed out forcing them to have to call their parents to get a ride home. Josh reached over and removed the shirt that Peter had just so carefully put on, folded it in half, and placed it on the opposite bench seat. Peter then did the same to Josh. They then leaned back and interlocked arms behind themselves and curved in together from the waist up.

They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time saying nothing and doing nothing. Josh wanted to soak in this moment and appreciate the fact that he now had a forever partner in life. Someone as committed to him as he was and with the whole world to hold them accountable to their vows. Outwardly, Peter appeared he might be reflecting in the same way. The truth, however, was far less impressive. In fact, he was not thinking about anything at all. For the first time in an extremely long time, his mind was blank, filled with so much peacefulness, love, and safety there was nothing to think about for once. He just kept looking at Josh and feeling he was the luckiest person in the world. Then, the something occurred to him.

What if Josh had not picked him? What if Josh had not dared to follow his heart and make the first moves? He owed everything to the courage of that darling dude who stole his heart and opened him up to being who he really was. Were it not for Josh, he might be living a lie, life partnered to a fake housewife of Laguna Beach, expecting another kid, and be utterly miserable. Instead, he had years of pure passion, love, and the kind of ecstasy in a relationship that most people can only dream about but never achieve. One derived from someplace deeper, more visceral, more carnal, more real. Peter thought it to be something absolutely fundamental like a building block of the universe most people never encountered. While intangible, the feeling was overwhelming and real. It surpassed anything one could ever feel for another person and fueled an unbreakable bond forged from mutual vulnerability and a powerful new drive to protect and keep each other safe forever from all harm. He felt one can only feel it when the urges in your body, soul, and mind commingle to form something new, exciting, and totally unexpected — something that is out of reach and utterly incomprehensible until it is not.

Peter broke their mutual trance with a kiss to the tip of Josh’s nose causing Josh to almost instinctively push Peter’s mouth down onto his own. They rubbed their noses and smelled each other and nuzzled a bit. They liked to nuzzle noses as a prelude to kissing. Peter especially enjoyed it, but Josh had grown to adore it more and more because he could really soak in Peter’s unique fragrance. They had both come to realize over the years that the olfactory sense was undervalued, in general, and, during lovemaking, in specific. Of course, everyone knew you should try not to smell bad, but what actually is bad in this sense to one person may not be precisely the same to another.

The human tongue can detect around six different tastes, but the nose is now thought to be capable of discerning more than one trillion different scents. It seems impossible at first to imagine. Meanwhile, there are many scents we might truly like to forget as quickly as we detect them such as the sour sick smell of rotten milk or the burning raw cleaning power of aqueous ammonia. On the other hand, Peter and Josh discovered a whole world of fantastic new body odors in each other that not only gave them comfort but, in many cases, were automatic turn-ons — especially the musky ones. In other words, there is bad b.o. and good b.o.

Finding how to emit the good b.o. and enhance it or surround it with other scents had become a minor hobby for them. Thus far, they had kept their discoveries mostly to themselves. For some reason discussing such things required exactly the right kinds of people with the precisely perfect sensibilities to appreciate this kind of thing. As of yet, they had no such friends. They were hopeful, however, they one day would; and eventually, they contemplated writing a book about it or maybe doing something more hip like a podcast.

Nuzzling first, primes the nose and makes it more open and ready to receive the delightful and occasionally intoxicating scents ahead. As they nuzzled and occasionally kissed, Peter awakened, realizing this was an epic moment in their lives. While they had both believed nothing would change once they were life-partnered, things had already changed and they were barely three hours in. Peter felt differently about Josh. Before, he already would have had Josh’s member in his mouth caressing the soft tissue and coaxing it quickly to erect. Yet, here they were still nuzzling and savoring kisses. Truthfully, while Peter’s body was hungry for more and to have every part of Josh all at once, right now… there was no need. They were going to be together forever. There was no need to rush and no need to even finish. In fact, what did finish mean now? Wherever they got, they could pause and continue. There was no hurry because this might be their last time together. They were now fully committed to being together forever. What else did a forever partner mean?

Still, one never knows his or her fate in life. Every event, therefore, must be treated as if it could be the last, and every moment should be treasured. This occurred to Peter. What if even though they thought they were on the first day of the rest of their life, this was actually the last? He panicked and thrust up Josh’s arm burying his mouth deep into Josh’s armpit kissing and nuzzling all around in there. He could feel a rush all the way down to his feet. He also knew it drove Josh wild. At first, Peter did not understand armpits at all. He thought they would be sweaty, nasty deodorant-flavored, cesspools of manliness — which, honestly, they could be. On the other hand, when kept clean and fresh, even if sweaty from exercise, they were more likely to be an incredible place to nuzzle up to, kiss, sniff around, and explore. Josh told Peter about a year after they started dating that he used to fantasize about sleeping in the armpit of a guy he loved. Not exactly in, but with the guy’s arm around him and his face resting in the crook of his armpit and facing directly at his chest and nipple. He had imagined it might be impossible to sleep anywhere else in the entire world and feel safer. Naturally, Peter was open to allowing Josh to try it; and, of course, it exceeded Josh’s wildest imagination. He wanted to try both sides to see which one was more comfortable and eventually decided on the right side of Peter. After many nights of falling asleep this way, Peter wanted to try it on Josh and see what he was missing. So, he nuzzled up into Josh’s armpit, explored around with his darting tongue, and sniffed in the scents with his nose. Josh’s armpit became just the first of many scent barriers he eventually busted through. He discovered that Josh’s armpits were not only not stinky, in fact, but they were also enticingly aromatic with a host of different musky and purely Josh smells that he grew to recognize and be fond of almost as distinctly as Josh’s giggles. Plus, kissing around in his armpit both tickled Josh, a feeling Josh adored, and turned him on.

As Peter was busy burying his face in Josh’s welcoming arm pit, Josh, began to use his free hand for exploration as well. Breaking one-handed into Peter’s board shorts with the criss-cross lace-up and the hook and loop-sealed fly — perhaps, a design only Konrad Kyeser von Eichstadt could appreciate — proved way more challenging than he expected. Once in, he found Peter was unsurprisingly hard. Josh played with and massaged his balls for a bit before working his hand up Peter’s shaft to the tip. He felt Peter’s dick slit very gently and immediately it started delivering shallow but voluminous waves of pre-cum. He played with the fluid rubbing it all around the head of Peter’s now throbbing member. Josh always seemed to know what to do to Peter when Peter was doing something to Josh that would drive him even crazier. More than that, Josh and Peter both knew each other’s members like a German luxury car mechanic knows every inch of the engine. They both knew every single erogenous zone, pressure point, pleasure point, painful point, cool point and warm point.

Josh began playing Peter’s pipe like a flute. His long fingers wrapped intermittently around the full girth and squeezed. He could not resist all of these sensations anymore. His own member was about to gush with pre-cum, so he took a moment to untie and bust open his own fly. His sprung out like the lever of a mousetrap when bumped by a mouse. He stroked it himself for a few seconds before Peter’s hand took over, allowing him to return to pleasuring Peter. Suddenly Peter realized, he did not want their first time as official life partners to be in this limousine. No, he wanted it to be somewhere extremely amazing like late at night in a hidden knoll on Waikiki beach under the stars, a place they would remember as being one for the ages.

“Mintaka, let’s just do hand stuff in here, and save the big stuff for our actual honeymoon.”

“Agreed, Pumpkin.” Josh was relieved. He was not sure how long he could hold back now anyway. His was so rock hard and throbbing it needed to explode. Peter was pumping him, and he was pumping Peter in a back-and-forth rhythm of pure synchronicity. Peter reached over and grabbed a wad of tissues from the dispenser and handed a pile to Josh. Then he grabbed a bunch for himself. Josh would have rather swallowed Peter’s engorged and throbbing member as he came, but with Peter buried in his armpit, it was not physically possible. So, he capped Peter’s prong with five layers of tissue and began to alternate his pumps and pulls and gyrations. Each motion brought with it some own unexpected turn Peter was giving to his member. Peter’s hands were so strong yet tender. For the first six months of their relationship, this was Peter’s repertoire — hand stuff. Josh had not minded, because Peter was still learning and exploring. Plus based on his own experience with a few other guys and this activity, Peter was really good at it. He could get Josh off with one squeeze if he wanted to, and sometimes Josh wanted him to. He would challenge Peter to try and see how fast he could make him squeal out an orgasm and rip off waves of his seed in a power shower. “Babe, I’m getting really close,” Josh said. Peter acknowledged realizing that he too was on the verge. He turned so they were sitting side by side, with each other’s dominant hand pumping and shifting the other’s engorged member.

Putting his other arm around Josh, he then tugged gently on his neck getting him to turn so they could kiss. Josh opened his eyes as their mouths approached. Peter looked like he was in pure ecstasy. He loved Peter’s facial expressions especially when he was about to blow his load. He squeezed Peter a bit harder and then released. Peter focused on Josh’s face instinctively. He squeezed Josh’s back. They kissed and pumped all the while knowing exactly what to do and when to help each other achieve a maximum climactic event. Just when Josh thought he was about to unload, Peter slowed and shifted and squeezed just the right places causing him to calm a bit and his urge to settle just for a moment before reactivating.

They had practiced this hundreds of times now and gotten it down to an exact science knowing just which way to turn, twist, and thrust each other’s gear shift into position to rev up and then rev down a bit until there was nothing more anyone could control. Primal urges took over, and the torrential force unleashed flooding through the tubes finally erupting with volcanic urgency. By now, they could ensure they were as close together in timing as possible, and then knew every motion to provide a whole host of additionally fantastic orgasmic pleasures. With a swift motion and aiming, they were able to pop off the pre-cum drenched tissue caps and watch the streams of pearlescent fluid explode out covering their chests. One jet, despite Josh’s careful aim, hit Peter in the face by accident. So as not to be outdone, he re-aimed Josh a bit blasting a stream into his face as well. They turned to each other and wrinkled their noses playfully. As per usual, Josh had more in him than Peter so while Josh began winding down after a few waves and bringing Peter to a resting state, Peter continued with renewed frenzy. How many more jets could he coax out of Josh? He liked to guess.

“I guess three.”

Josh, looking surprised said, “Three? No way, at least four possibly five.”

Peter nodded in agreement to accept the wager. As he was in control, he wondered why Josh thought he could win.

He softened his grip and repositioned each finger in the following pattern with expert precision: pinky to a precise pressure point located by a small ripple in the flesh of Josh’s perineum, ring finger to a pressure point on the scrotum firmly between Josh’s perfectly-sized testicles (this point had to be learned and measured as a few millimeters in either direction would not achieve the desired results), middle finger curled around the base of the member like a snake coiling around the base of a tree growing out of a peach, pointer finger curling around the bottom side of the member and thumb in opposition. This created a one-handed, miraculous, masturbation mechanism.

Peter would cycle pressure back and forth with his pinky and ring fingers in a specific pattern like playing music on the trumpet: pinky, ring, pinky, ring, together, and so on. After a few cycles of this, he would subsequently add in some melody in this pre-coital, musical masterpiece of penile pleasure: middle finger squeeze / relax / squeeze/ squeeze harder/ relax / squeeze / relax / squeeze / squeeze harder / and so on somewhat to a melody he would plan in his head, and then up and down to various levels with mixtures of squeezing and relaxing between the thumb and pointer finger while moving up and down in a small range just below the curve of the head. He would also occasionally dart his pointer finger up and press gently on spots on the head that would have looked random to an outsider, but he knew exactly what each spot did. He knew the perfect sequences. When it came to playing Josh’s instrument, no one on earth could play it better not even Josh himself. Peter was the maestro.

For his part, Josh would relax into this semi-sensational feeling allowing his member to be the object of Peter’s desires. Once he tried to fool around again with Peter’s during this, and it was a downer, a distraction, for both of them so now he knew just to let nature and Peter’s worthy fingers work their magic. Of course, in real-time all of this was occurring within seconds. “No pun, here comes number one,” Josh uttered clenching his teeth a little for the explosive power was at a fever pitch by now. Peter directed this stream right exactly up the middle of Josh’s already drenched chest. The resulting fluids had begun to coalesce into little rivulets and rush to fill his six-pack rimmed belly button hole. This first bonus stream was magnificent shimmering in the sunlight passing through the one-way windows of the limousine and causing it to illuminate as it shot through the air and landed elegantly like a stream of doves settling one by one in succession after a glorious flight down the exact mid-line of Josh’s gorgeous chest. Josh sighed. His body quivered from head to toe. Peter leaned over and kissed him extremely passionately and proudly. He would never tire of the feeling he got when he made Josh feel so good.

“Let’s see how the next one goes.” Peter was already ramping Josh up for the second one almost as soon as the first one landed. He changed the tune a bit but kept everything else mostly the same. There was no need to do much else. Typically Josh’s second stream would rival the first in both power and quantity, and this one was no exception. This glorious ribbon was accompanied by more quivering and shuddering of Josh’s entire body. Josh’s motorcycle engine was in high gear with Peter’s hand revving on the accelerator. Peter paused his grip holding Josh frozen in time as the jet of fluid rivaling the eruptions of Costa Rican volcanoes shot out at full force.

To ensure a third jet, Peter used his pointer finger to caress the head of Josh’s member rapidly drawing a bubble in cum and pre-cum of silky smoothness over it. Then, he used his secret weapon, he spontaneously plunged his tongue to pop the bubble piercing just enough into the slit to send bolts of pleasure up and down Josh’s spine. The first time he did this, he claimed it was on a whim and not by reading some erotic sex tips. While it was true, when they were younger, he had consulted certain reading materials and watched a few videos online to get ideas, they were mostly, to be honest, rubbish. He did better using his own instincts. That plunge was bonkers in Josh’s mind. It felt almost better than everything else all added together. There was almost nothing Josh loved more about sex than the sheer unbelievable feeling of shooting load after load. This, however, was a complete game-changer. Peter’s tongue darting into his slit launched a new magnitude of pleasure he had never known before, and the result was automatic. Peter needed only press his pinky and ring finger buttons rapidly in succession and then squeeze for what positively seemed like five or six seconds but was really more like half a second, use his remaining fingers to force an unbelievable swell in pressure, and then like a bolt of lightning, Josh squirted out, by far, the thickest, longest, most magnificent ribbon they had ever witnessed in their entire lives — one that would surge like the waves off the Gold Coast of Australia landing on his chest after hang time of more than a few seconds with a splash.

“I win, three!” Peter said.

“No way I got at least one more,” Josh said eagerly as his body convulsed in waves of primal fury. “Try again.” Peter looked at Josh for just a moment taking in his entire body from head to toe. He looked absolutely picture-perfect and beautiful. Every single part of him was idyllic. Even his imperfections were perfect. This was his forever partner, his love, his guy, his dude. He shivered. He loved him so much.

“Nope, Mintaka, I’m too tired. I can’t do it.” Peter said, hopeful.

“Do it!” Josh said not kidding around. So, Peter, who truly was tired, rested for a second while keeping his hand in position on Josh’s throbbing member, and then he started again. He had no new tricks up his sleeve. This one was going to have to be almost all Josh. Josh flexed his thigh muscles and wrapped his arm tightly around Peter’s waist. “Kiss me,” Josh demanded. “Like you mean it.” Peter complied though he was not sure how this was going to help. If he had thought about it, he would have realized that nothing turned Josh on more than he did. Peter was known for his easily induced boners, but the sight of Peter could make Josh member to spontaneously start releasing fluid. Peter continued to pump on Josh tugging and pressing and doing everything he could so he could win the bet fairly, with Josh sputtering out when all of a sudden Josh stopped kissing him and said, “Here they come, back-to-back numbers four and five.” Peter pulled out of the path just as the hot jet stream danced into the air and landed smoothly against Josh’s chest. Peter started to lean in for a congratulatory kiss, when Josh insisted, “I warned you five was coming.” It was too late for Peter to pull completely out of the way. The jet of Josh’s juice splashed warmly but forcefully against his cheek and nostril. Peter took his hand away from Josh’s member.

“Damn, my stud!”

“Sorry, Pumpkin!” I win. Josh relaxed and just stared at his chest literally soaked. Then he looked at Peter. Older than the boy he crushed on and finally decided to ask out, but more gorgeous than ever, this was the man he loved. He thought it was always important, no matter how amazing their sex was, to remember that sex was the icing on the cake, not the cake. The cake was mutual love and respect. Mutual adoration and understanding. The cake was what mattered most even if he liked to eat the frosting too.

While Peter was physically and mentally exhausted, Josh seemed fine. He grabbed a million tissues from the box and cleaned up Peter’s face before cleaning up the rest of them. He kissed Peter repeatedly on various parts of his face and then inspected to be sure he did not miss a drop. “I need another box!” He poked around until he found a new one in a little compartment. Before he sealed up Peter’s member safely back into his surfer shorts where no one else could touch it, he kissed it a few times. He looked up at Peter’s face.

“Stop, Mintaka, no! I need at least an hour.” Josh smiled and kissed it a few more times.

“I know, I know, but I just want it to know that I love it too.”

“Trust me, it knows. And it loves you too. And it promises you can have as much of it as you want very soon.” Josh giggled.