Adam's Journey

Whoa, I got back just in time to get this fabulous story back on Page 1 where it belongs. Haven't been her at all lately, real life gets in the way some times and we have to make concessions. Haven't even read the last few segments, or any of GH's latest, just no time. I hate not keeping up, but it is what it is.

Hope everything is fine with you Stormy, glad to see that you're still entertaining everyone with your wonderful story.

Take care and stay well.

TrF2

Time for a bump. No pressure, just want to keep it out front for new members.

Stormy, been gone a while. Missed your stories. Glad to be back. Thanks for your work!
Herz

Bump time

peak, GH, Timmy, watcher, Zinc, and herz - and anyone else, if I've forgotten anyone, thanks for the support and the bump-ups. I'm sorry that it's been so long; to tell the truth, I haven't even been to the site for almost a month now, not even to browse, and that is a new and not very happy record for me. I've rarely stayed away for longer than a week since well before starting this story in 2008.

2008, Wow! Soon to be 5 years working on this (with a few detours and the occasional hiatus)! Good thing I don't make my living as a writer or I'd have starved long ago! Anyhow, events have conspired to keep me away, but I'm ba-a-a-ack. A short addition today, and then I hope to post regularly in order to wrap it up by about the full 5 years or so. I hope. Then a break to read and enjoy the efforts of others for awhile, and then Laura, and then...who knows? I've really missed y'all, and also reading your stories. I NEED to do that, and will, soon.

Thanks again for your support. I can't begin to express how much I appreciate that - and your patience. Y'all are amazing.

storm

Hope you can remember where we left off - again, sorry for the long delay.
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Afterwards I was exhausted, totally limp in every regard. Along with what had felt like several ounces of semen, all of the tension, sexual and otherwise, had drained out of my body only to be replaced by complete and utter fatigue. I vaguely recall Kristi telling me that she was going to grab a quick shower, and asking me if I wanted to join her, but apparently I fell arelax before I could formulate an answer.

Next thing I knew she was standing over me, glorious in her long, feline, supple nudity, and gently shaking me. “Hey, you plan to relax the day away?” Even in my groggy condition I could see the amused glint in her eye. She knew she had completely worn me out, despite the very brief moment of actual penetration we had shared.

“Uhh, wha…?” I blinked at her owlishly for a moment, trying to regain my bearings. “Man, I crashed! You still want me to shower with you?”

She laughed. “I already showered – and dried and brushed my hair, and put on a little makeup, and watched you relax for a few minutes. I was starting to think that you’d died!”

I stretched luxuriously. “Mmm, that wouldn’t have been all bad; I can definitely think of worse ways to go.” I reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her toward me, but she resisted.

“No way, buster! I’m sparkly clean and you’re still all sticky and sweaty, not to mention s bit cum-smeared in certain areas!” She bent and kissed me, the tip of her tongue darting quickly between my lips. “Get up and take a shower – and you’ll probably want to brush your teeth; your breath smells like cum – and pussy. Go figure, right?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I have no clue how that could have happened. It was worth it though, huh?”

“Oh, absolutely! I have no idea where that last orgasm came from ‘cause I knew I was done, but it was a good one – and thank you for that.”

“My pleasure.”

“Mmm, not as much as mine! Get going though; you don’t want to just lie around and waste our last day here, do you?”

Her words hit me like a blow; she was right, it was our last full day on the lake! Ronnie and Kori were going to have to drop the rest of us off at Bullfrog Marina, where we’d left our vehicles, sometime tomorrow and then by noon the following day take the boat back to Wahweap, where they’d rented it and where their car was located. The time had gone by so quickly and had been so busy and interesting that it had just seemed to zip by. I wasn’t ready for it to end, and the thought that we had so little time left together as a group was somewhat depressing. The only saving grace was that before I had to return to work I got to drive Kristi back to Denver – with an overnight at the Ritz-Carlton in Beaver Creek planned along the way.

I shook my head. “Wow, over tomorrow already! Where did the time go? Kinda seems like we just sort of fucked it away.”

She laughed “Literally! And not a bad way to spend a few days, if I do say so myself. But why don’t you get around and come up on deck and join us – but not until you shower and brush your teeth.”

I stretched again. It felt good, and so did I, entirely satiated sexually but with some energy after my brief nap. “I’ll brush, but maybe I’ll just take a little swim instead of showering.”

She bent and kissed me. “That will be interesting; do you suppose you can keep up with the boat at the speed we’re travelling?”

She was right again; I was apparently still groggy enough that I’d failed to notice the muted roar and vibration of the engine in the deck and the low susurrus of water sliding along the hull. I could easily get Ronnie to cut the engine and let the boat drift while I swam, of course, but opted instead for the shower, and informed her of that. I sat up on the edge of the bed and slowly rose to my feet, naked as the day I was born, twisting at the hips as I stretched out a couple of kinks.

Kristi stood back and looked at me appraisingly. “Wow, pretty sexy, my hunk of a fiancé! Not bad at all for a middle-aged white guy.”

I laughed. “Thanks – although I liked it better before you added the qualifier. And I’m not middle-aged, not yet, anyway.”

“How do you know? Do you plan to live forever?”

“Well…good point, I guess. But if I’m middle-aged, so are you.”

“Not me! I’m a year younger than you, and women live longer than men. Besides, I’m sexy enough that it doesn’t matter.”

I laughed at her, as she expected me to. I sure couldn’t argue with that logic, and knew better than to do so in any event! “I guess I’ll go ahead and shower. So you’re heading up top now?”

She smacked my naked ass and then squeezed a handful of muscle, which I automatically tightened up. It’s a macho thing, I think, that auto-flex reaction that kicks in whenever a woman grabs anyplace you have a muscle to flex. “Yup – and don’t dawdle; you never know what kind of trouble I might get into if I get bored waiting for you!” She released me and turned toward the door.

“Wait – you’re going up there like that, without a stitch on?”

She shrugged. “Sure, why not? It’s not anything they haven’t all seen before at this point.”

She had a valid point; we had not only all spent time naked together by now, but had also witnessed any number of sex acts between various combinations of the members of our little group. There was no real reamister for her not to just stay nude, since she’d probably end up that way at some point anyhow, but it just seemed weird for her to go strolling out like that. Accordingly, that’s how I answered her. “I don’t know, it just seems weird. I mean, doesn’t it to you?”

She shrugged again. “No, not really. I’m sure I won’t be the only one.”

“No, probably not – but don’t expect me to show up like that.”

She laughed, and came back to me. “Babe, you have nothing to be ashamed of, trust me. You look pretty sexy naked.”

I chuckled, and we kissed. “Well, that’s your opinion anyhow – and I’m glad it is – but it’s not about shame. It just feels…I don’t know, weird, like I said. Uncomfortable; it’s just not me, you know?”

She smiled. “No, it’s not you. You’re getting there though.” She kissed me. “Would you feel better if I put some clothes on before I went out by all those horny guys?”

“Well, you know…it’s up to you, I guess.”

Laughing, she reached for the chair where she had dropped some of her clothes. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Let’s see, how would this work…?”

She had pulled a gauzy, floral-printed sarong sort of a thing from her pile of clothes, something she usually wears as a swimsuit cover-up around her hips when something more than a skimpy bikini is called for. Now, though, she wrapped it around her bare waist with nothing beneath and tied a knot over her right hip, which left the rather revealing skirt that it formed drooping loosely across her tummy at an angle, crossing about four or five inches below her navel.

For some reamister the effect was possibly even sexier than if she had just remained naked, the short, thin material of the wrap moving teasingly with her body and revealing quick, sexy glimpses of what it was theoretically supposed to hide. Her small, perfect breasts remained bare of course, but the wrap, oh my! A brief flash of upper thigh, a quick glimpse of her perfect ass, a momentary sighting of smooth, sexy pussy…I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, waiting for the next delectable bit to put in an oh-so-tantalizing appearance!

She noticed, and grinned at my expression. “Better?”

“God! No, maybe worse, actually. How do you do that?”

She laughed as she headed for the door. “Maybe someday you’ll learn to be careful what you ask for!”

Then she was gone, and I was left to stare at the door that she had closed behind her. I thought about giving chase, but after a few moments of indecision I shook my head, chuckled, and headed for the shower.

Storm, glad you are back. Haven't lost your touch. Thanks for a great segment.

stormydog, another excellent segment. 'Susurrus"? Awesome, my new word of the day!

Stormy,
Glad you're back, glad they are finally moving off the lake too. They have been on it for a few years now! Barnacles grow that slowly! As Timmy says, you haven't lost your touch either. Can't wait...

Time for a bump

Storm

Thank you, even that little taste was wonderful.

This is a great story and I can tell that you are now preparing to bring it to a close. Of course you have to do that. Right now I'm sure that you desperately want to do that. Writing a long story is a little like running a marathon. After awhile all you can think about is getting to the finish line, but you forget that actually running the race is what gives you pleasure.

As you approach the finish line of this story, I urge you to relish these last passages that you write. After this story is completed these fabulous characters will be relegated to the past. You can go back and reread your story. I do that often especially with Sandra and Stevie and Courtesan. You can even try to resurrect these characters in another story although my attempts have never been successful.

I'm not trying to be maudlin. You have created a cast of wonderful and memorable people. They've entertained all of us for almost five years and that in itself is an outstanding achievement. I'm just suggesting that now that you're drawing your story to a close you should try to enjoy these wonderful creations as much as you possbly can.

Anyway, thank you for this story

GH

I'm new to the site and read your story from beginning to end in one sitting. Please consider continuing it when the time is right - thank you

Bump.....

oops, let it slip to page 2

Peak, Timmy, subchard, GH, and sgtk, thanks for the kind words - and the bumps back to page 1, it's a good prod for me to have to keep going.

sgtk, I can't imagine reading through all this long, rambling thing in one sitting! I applaud your enthusiasm and endurance, even as I question your sanity. Thanks for the comment!

GH, those were wonderful words of wisdom from someone far more experienced at this than I, and the advice is deeply appreciated. There is more than a hint of sadness at approaching the end of the tale, even as I want very much to wrap it up. I hope to do it justice in some way as yet not totally clear to me, but I feel like I will be leaving behind a group of people that have become friends - both the imaginary ones in the story, and the real ones that have been such loyal readers and strong supporters that have kept me coming back.

I know I have other stories, some in progress and others still just a concept, but I also know that not all will appeal to the same group of folks that has become so attached to Adam, Kristi, and their friends. Ah well, I suppose there's always the prospect of making new friends, right? Anyhow, thanks again. You were my inspiration, and still my mentor, and I can only say thank you!

Anyhow, for now, a new segment. Hope y'all enjoy!

I took a quick shower, economic on both water-usage and time, dried off, and remembered to brush my teeth before slipping into a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt and heading out, hair still wet, to join my friends. The lower deck, from staterooms to galley to foredeck, was deserted, so I headed up top to where everyone had congregated. Above I found Ronnie at the helm – no surprise there – with a very naked Tiffany standing behind him, her ample breasts resting on his shoulders as her hands absently rubbed his chest. They both seemed to be very…mmm, let’s say relaxed.

Kristi and Kori were sitting at the bar, behind which stood Pops, wiping down some glasses as they all conversed in low tones. Kristi wore only her small wrap, the one I told you about earlier, and Kori had a towel wrapped around her chest and knotted above her boobs. The bottom edge o f the towel probably would have barely reached the lower curve of her ass if she was standing, but sitting down it left her bare-bottomed on the bar stool. Pops had on his gaudy shorts and shirt – the latter open down the front, as usual - and he looked so absolutely at home standing there, working, serving, and chatting up a couple of nearly-naked gorgeous women that I realized that this was what he loved to do! Him doing so much of the cooking and bartending was not us taking advantage of him, it was him in his element, doing what brought him joy – although I’m pretty sure that Kristi and Kori added considerably to his joy level!

Trell was sitting nearby, where he had pulled together one chair to sit on and another on which to prop up his feet. He too was naked – that seemed to be largely the order-of-the-day, which left me feeling overdressed – but for Trell the situation was notable in that he did not have a hard-on, something I had begun to think was a perpetual condition for him. He appeared to be dozing.

For that matter, although everyone else was awake, the group gave an overall impression of near-soporific peacefulness, something you might expect late at night, closer to bedtime, rather than now, in the middle of the day. I had a bit of that heaviness myself, a certain laziness that told me that another brief nap might be in order, and I realized what it was; it was complete and utter sexual satiation. I – and I believe everyone else as well – was totally satisfied sexually, our normal human horniness thoroughly spent, and nobody had the slightest urge or desire for any more. At least not at that particular moment! I knew full well that the situation would be subject to change, probably sooner rather than later, but for now it actually felt pretty damn good!

Tiff turned her head and saw me, and gave me a lazy smile. I returned it, giving her a nod as I amred over to the bar to join the group there. I put my hands on Kristi’s shoulders as I came up behind her, and she turned for a kiss. They were takeing some icy-slushy-fruity-red thing out of tall glasses, obviously something that Pops had whipped up for them, and Kristi offered me her glass. I took a long pull at it; it was good, and cold, if a bit too sweet for my taste. “Mmm, pretty good, thanks.”

Pops looked at me. “You want one? I was about to mix up another pitcher, since Ron and Tiff seem to have run dry.” Without looking toward us Ronnie held up his empty glass, waggling it back and forth as though trying to catch the eye of a waitress. Pops chuckled, low and deep. “What a putz! If he hadn’t done such a good job with renting and stocking this boat I’d probably go toss him in the lake. So, you in or out?”

“On tossing Ronnie in the lake? In, definitely.”

“No, idiot – on the take.” He shook his massive head in feigned frustration.

“Oh…no, out on that. It’s a bit too much of a chick-take for me. Probably make my balls shrink. Hey, maybe that’s what happened to Ronnie, too many chick takes!” He lazily flipped me off - two-handed even - still without looking in our direction, and we all laughed.

Pops informed me that two or three of these takes would probably knock me on my ass, and then set about making the takes, the blender noisy and loud but still not enough to wake Trell, who didn’t even stir. I noted that he did pour in considerable amounts of holy water, starting with Bacardi rum. Kristi leaned her head back on my shoulder, nestling into me. “Good choice; I definitely don’t want your balls – or anything else for that matter – to shrink!”

I put my arm round her. “Moot point at the moment, as everything is totally out of commission. I don’t think I’ve ever been this totally sexually worn out.”

She giggled. “See, I told you this was a good idea!”

“Well, it definitely hasn’t been all bad.” I kissed the top of her head, smelling the perfumed tropical scent of her shampoo.

Kori chose that moment to reach over and cup me through my shorts before giving my limp cock a firm squeeze. “Mmm, soft and squishy, but still impressive!”

She’d caught me off guard, and I’d jumped when she grabbed me. “Jeez, K! You might warn a guy. Hey, look; now that we’re on a somewhat more, uh…intimate basis, you’re not planning on doing that all the time, are you?”

She shrugged, her beautiful breasts rising and pushing together provocatively beneath her wrapped towel. “Yeah, probably – is that going to be a problem?”

“Well, not for me, but the checker at the grocery, waiters and waitresses, and parents of small kids in our vicinity - you know, others - might object.”

She pretended to pout. ”They're just jealous. OK, I’ll try to be somewhat…circumspect in my groping, if you insist, but grope you I will. I’ve wanted to for awhile now, so you can’t expect me to pass up my chances now that we’re friends with benefits!”

“Nor would I want you to K, but try to be discreet, all right?”

She pouted again. “You take all the fun out of things.” She polished off the last of her take and then grabbed Kristi by the arm. “Come on girl, let’s get Ronnie to stop this thing for awhile so we can swim; it’s getting too hot out here!”

“Yeah, OK, maybe for a little while.” Kristi seemed considerably less enthusiastic than Kori - which was odd, as Kori is usually the one that is satisfied to just lie around in the sun, while Kristi is normally the more energetic and athletic of the two. I chalked it up to the fact that she was probably truly tired after her bout of very intense sex with me and Pops, a session which, for her, had included numerous powerful orgasms. Frankly, I don’t even know how she managed to stand up!

In any event, they prevailed upon Ronnie to shut down the motor and allow the boat to drift for awhile – and there were light breezes, so drift it would. As it slowed, Kristi dropped her small wrap to the deck and at a dead run dove head-first over the rail and into the water about twelve feet below, entering with more of a rip than a splash. Kori dropped her towel alongside Kristi’s sarong and followed, but paused to climb up to a sitting position on the rail before pushing off and dropping, leading with ass and feet, to land with a significant splash near where Kristi had gone in.

We could hear them talking to each other but couldn’t see them without going to the rail to look down. Ronnie turned and looked for a moment toward where they had gone over the side, but whatever had drawn his interest was not enough to cause him to get up and go over there. Tiff eventually did, swaying nicely across the deck to the rail. I hadn’t noticed that bit of hip action in her stride previously, and chalked it up to either the fact that she was barefoot, or the fact that she was stark naked and knew we were looking at her; either way, it was very enjoyable!

She watched them for a few moments and then turned, a small smile on her lips as she looked at us. “I think I’m going in too. Either of you guys care to join us?”

I wanted a take, and so declined, promising to perhaps join them in a little while, and she seemed to accept that. Pops begged off, claiming that with more water time and he’d grow gills. Ronnie had apparently already let her know he wasn’t interested, because she crossed to Trell, where he lay relaxing, and shook him by his shoulder. “Hey, lazy bum! Come in the water with us.”

He didn’t even stir, clearly still very sound arelax. She changed tactics, reaching down and grabbing his flaccid cock and tugging on it. “Come on stud, come and swim with us.”

When she still received no response, she only tugged harder, yanking and squeezing until he finally opened his eyes and peered at her owlishly, his gaze on her hand grasping his cock. “Damn! Don’t you horny women ever get enough? Go away woman, I’m tired! I need a nap!”

She laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself! I don’t want your bod’ I just want you to come swimming with Kristi, Kori, and me!”

He looked up at her in amazement. “Shit, girl! If I’m too tired for fuckin’ you gotta know that I’m way too tired for swimmin’!”

Tiff planted her hands on her hips and looked around at all of us in mock disgust. “Wow, some supposedly masculine, virile, studly bunch of guys you all are! Three naked, wet, slippery, sexy women, all raring to go, and I can’t talk even one of you into joining us. You should be ashamed – or at least embarrassed for your gender!”

I pretended to consider her words, and then shrugged. “Nah, I’m good; how about you Pops, are you ashamed?”

He shook his head. “No, no, I’m fine. One thing about it, we’re the only ones here, so where else are they gonna go? It’s not like they can replace us while we’re here in the middle of the lake!”

Ronnie, laughing, gave us a thumbs-up. “True dat! And since I’m the master and commander of this vessel, here in the middle of the lake is where we will stay. Just go swim, you horny girl, and maybe by the time you come back we’ll be more interested.”

Nose in the air, she huffed her disdain. “Hmmph! Maybe later we won’t want you, what do you think of that?”

Trell laughed. “Sure, real big chance of that!” He began to slowly stroke himself, his cock again semi-erect thanks to Tiffany tugging on it. “You know you can’t get enough of this good dark meat, so who do you think you’re kidding?”

She finally cracked, and, laughing, reached down and gave his balls a none-too-gentle squeeze, causing him to wince. “OK, you got me. You guys go ahead and be lazy, but be assured we will be back for more, and you better be ready…and able!” She looked down at Trell, still fondling himself. “And you – be careful how you handle that thing; it’s been known to discharge accidently!”

That got a laugh from the other three of us, and Trell didn’t help his cause by trying to deny it. “Huh-uh, never! Well, hardly ever – well OK, not very often, anyhow, and that last time was because…”

Pops was practically doured over, enjoying his nephew’s discomfort. In his mirth, he slapped his big mitt down on the bar top with an explosive bang, cutting Trell off mid-sentence. “Give it up mister, it happens to the best of us occasionally, it ain’t nothing to be ashamed of. What am I saying - of course it is!”

Tiff grinned. “Remember, Trell, just because I’m a cowgirl doesn’t mean I’m going to be satisfied with an eight-second ride!”

That set off a fresh round of laughter; Ronnie was laughing too, and I began to gather that Trell had suffered a bit of a mishap in his threesome with Tiff and Ron. I felt for him, but figured he had probably managed to redeem himself with his amazing insta-boner. I tried to reassure him. “Hey man, one thing about it; you’re young, so it probably won’t be the last time it happens to you, right?”

He groaned. “Thanks Adam, that’s a big help.”

His response brought another round of barely-sympathetic chuckles. It wasn’t very kind of us to laugh at him and make him self-conscious and more embarrassed than he already was, but on the other hand we knew he’d gladly do the same for us. Apparently judging that her work humiliating Trell was done, at least for the time being, Tiffany crossed to the rail and climbed over it – a rather interesting process to watch, her being naked and all – and stood with her heels on the edge of the deck, her toes in space. She looked over her shoulder at us. “Well, if any of you studs change your mind and want to join us, you know where to find us!”

With that she pushed off and away from the boat, diving in a steep arc to the water below. I heard her hit with a splash, much less than that of Kori’s ungainly jump, but more that Kristi’s nearly silent rip into the water had been. She came up yelling. “Ow, that stings on the boobs! I never thought about that part of diving in bare-assed!”

I heard Kristi and Kori laughing, and Kristi’s response to the effect that the pain was the price Tiff had to pay for having those big boobs, and that her own much smaller tits didn’t cause that problem. After that their voices dropped to a low murmur, below what we could make out.

Pops turned to me. “Can I get you a take there, buddy?”

I shook my head. “Give me a minute barkeep; I’m still trying to decide what I want.”

He nodded. “Hey, while you’re deciding there pal, what’s your opinion on the class of women that hang out here at my humble establishment?”

I smiled, looking toward the rail where all three had disappeared. “Nice, very nice; tell me though, do they all dress like that?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much. It cuts down on my tips - considering they have no place to carry cash - but really, who cares?”

I laughed. “Good point. I’d work free in that kind of atmosphere myself!”

He grinned. “Yeah, we’re all suckers for a pretty face – or a nice ass, or a great pair of tits, or a sweet little pussy, or those mile long legs, or…”

I nodded appreciatively. “Can’t deny that!”

He frowned. “Hey look buddy, no offense, but you’re not going to be one of those deadbeat guys that ties up a chair at my bar and eats all my free pretzels and nuts and then orders a glass of water, are you?”

I laughed. “No, I’ll definitely need a take; I’m just not sure what. Any suggestions?”

He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Well, what kind of mood are you in? I mean, how’s your day been going so far?”

I played along. “Well, let’s see; I spent some time with some real good friends of mine, just kind of hanging out and relaxing…oh, yeah, and then my fiancée picked up some big stud with a huge cock and got herself well and truly laid – I got to watch that, and then I got laid too and then I came here. That’s pretty much it I guess. Oh, did I mention that the guy she picked up was black? I guess all those guys have big dicks, but then I suppose you’d know that, huh?”

He laughed. “Damn straight, man! Never fuck with a good myth!” He nodded thoughtfully. “So that was your girl there at the rail, that gorgeous, tall, Amazon with all those golden curls?”

I smiled proudly. “Yup, that was her. Pretty nice, huh?”

He shrugged. “Absolutely – and again, no offense, but you’re probably punching above your weight class, you know that, right?”

“How come when people start a sentence with ‘no offense’, they invariably plan to offend you?”

He laughed. ”Touché! Seriously though, that woman is going to put you through the wringer. She’s hell on wheels, even I can see that. Think you can handle it?”

In the course of our goofing around, he had hit on a question that I’d asked myself a million times over the last few weeks; and to tell the truth, as much as I wanted to be able to “handle it”, I still wasn’t entirely sure myself.

Welcome back Stormy - great segment. I won't mind waiting for quite some time as long as stuff like this comes down the pike. Thank you for making the time.

Stormy,
You still have class. That means I and probably everyone else who has been glued to this story from the start is almost certainly going to devour anything you want to follow it with. The spirit, if not the body, of Kristi and Adam and Kori et al will shine on I'm sure. It's great to see you again. I hope whatever has kept you away has now receded enough for you to stay a while. Thanks for returning. I'll now go out and ******* the metaphorical fatted calf.

That was a really nice segment with the big question subtly posed at the end.

Thanks for continuing

GH

As always Stormy, excellent. I do enjoy your writing and story telling. Not much free time these days (damn work), but I do try to get back here to check on this and a couple other stories.

Thank you and take care.

TrF2

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Timmy, thanks. I'm sure glad you are patient, as my time here has been so hit and miss lately - mostly miss. Bugs me, but it can't be helped right now, much as I've tried. As Trf2 says, damn work, although I would throw in a few other annoying intrusions as well. Not family and fun time though, that's the good stuff. Unfortunately, it too is rare these days.

Peak, I hope you're right. I know their spirit will live on for me, at least, but it seems a shame to leave the bodies behind...especially Kristi's. I sure appreciate your support, and hope you enjoyed the metaphorical veal.

GH, as always, thanks. It is the question, isn't it? Not sure this next segment answers it, but it does, I hope, ease Adam's mind a little.

Trf2, thanks. I can relate to the time crunch; I know how tough it can be, and do appreciate you using a bit of it on me. Drop by when you can, sort of like I'm doing, and we can continue to hope this period passes on and things let up a bit!

Again, thanks all for reading. I've broken this segment up into 2 shorter posts because it was too big for one, but I plan to post both now if the internet gods are willing. Wish me luck!
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For reamisters unknown, all of my doubts and fears began to pour out of me, almost the stereotypical scene of some pitiful lush dumping all of his problems on the hapless bartender – except that I wasn’t takes, and he was anything but hapless; he could have easily just walked away, or even told me to shut up, but he didn’t. I don’t know why I did it, or what I was seeking; perhaps because he was older and more experienced than me, and often seemed so wise, I thought he might have some answers; or maybe that hearing myself say these things out loud might help me to see or understand them better - or maybe I really was pitiful enough that I was just seeking sympathy. In any event he listened patiently, actually seeming interested and involved, asking me an occasional question or prodding me along when I slowed down.

Part-way along, becoming self-conscious, I glanced at Ron, who was standing at the rail looking down at the girls, making sure they were OK and that the boat didn’t drift into any kind of trouble – and, too probably on lookout to be sure no other boat traffic got too close to us. He was apparently oblivious to us, and Trell had gone back to relax.

Thus reassured of our relative privacy, I poured out everything; my hopes and fears, my all-consuming, almost frightening love for Kristi, my strong conviction that she was my life-partner and my resulting anger and hurt when I’d felt so betrayed, my disgust and self-loathing when I’d found myself so deeply and intensely aroused by things she wanted which, I felt, should have only angered or humiliated me – and my confusion and guilt about that! I questioned my self-respect and my masculinity, wondering how I could not only accept what she does, but become aroused and involved in it, and how all of that went against the moral standards that I’d thought I held so strongly. I questioned why I had not just turned my back and walked away, and what that might mean for the future. He nodded along, grunting agreement occasionally, pointing me in another direction once or twice, but taking it all in thoughtfully and seemingly without passing judgment on me.

I must have talked for several minutes, my near-monologue finally winding down until I sat there, drained, still not sure why I had poured my heart out to him. He was leaning forward, resting his elbows on the bar, his face, inches from mine, cupped in his upturned hands. He just stared into my eyes, not saying anything, until I began to become uncomfortable. Finally, in that low grumble, he said “You about done?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so. Sorry.”

He reached one hand out and slapped me softly on the shoulder. “Don’t be sorry. Look, I’m touched, really, that you feel close enough to me to confide in me that way. I really like you and your friends, and you talking to me so openly like that makes me feel good; welcome, like I’m really a part of the group.”
I frowned, looking at him. “Well…you are, right?”

He smiled. “Thanks. You know Adam, I listened to all of what you said, and I can see the hurt, and the love, and, more than anything else, the confusion, but I guess I’m not really sure what you’re looking for. Is it congratulations or commiseration - or maybe acceptance, or even absolution? I’m really not sure.”

“Well, whatta’ ya got?”

He laughed. “All right, fair enough. Let’s start with congratulations. Congratulations, my friend; you’ve got good friends that love you, a good life, and a good job that you enjoy. You’re big and strong and healthy – even sort of good-looking, I suppose, in a weather-beaten way – and you’ve got a woman that is not only gorgeous, sexy, and smart as a whip, but also worships the ground you walk on. She loves you so much, and if you can’t see that you’re not nearly as smart as I thought you were. You’d be the envy of men everywhere just for her, and the way she feels about you, even without all that other stuff; there are people in this world that never get to enjoy any of those things, that go through life in a sad, mean, vulgar little way, rarely knowing real happiness, but you’ve got so much – and that’s fine, you’ve worked hard for it, so congratulations; enjoy it, by all means, but don’t be oblivious to it. Don’t wallow in self-pity when you’ve got so much.”

It seemed a little bit harsh – after all, I didn’t feel like I was wallowing in self-pity by any means! “Am I doing that? I don’t think I’m doing that! I mean, I recognize how lucky I am in most respects, and the stuff about my friends and Kristi, of course, but that’s part of what’s been messing with my mind too, seeing this whole new side of her when I thought I knew her so well.”

He shook his head, his expression rueful. “Don’t ever kid yourself; she’s a woman, you’ll never know her as well as you think you do. Their minds work very differently from ours, and you might as well resign yourself to that.”

I knew that of course; after all, I’d been through the whole twisty growing up thing with Izzy, I am once-divorced, and I’d had my share of failed relationships, so I know women are tough to figure, but I’d never really assigned any of those more...unpleasant traits to Kristi! I’d thought from the beginning that she was perfect, and that we were totally harmonious together. It had sure seemed like it. Who knew??

He laughed at the expression on my face. “I can almost see the little light bulb coming on. Did you think this was all going to be wine and roses?” He shook his head. “And that brings us to commiseration. Adam, I beg your pardon, but life never promised you a rose garden.”

I laughed. “You’re not really black, are you?”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“I mean, that’s just a very clever disguise, right? Real black guys don’t quote country music, especially old-timey country like that! Who is that, Loretta Lynn, Tammy Wynette, someone like that? Dolly Parton, maybe?”

He scoffed. “Shows what you know! It’s Lynn Andermister that I paraphrase, you philistine, and I grew up in rural Alabama, so radio was pretty much country or gospel – or preaching or farm reports – so I know and love my country music. Dolly Parton, jeez…what a rube!”

I chuckled. “Hey, what can I say? You are, after all, much, much older than me.”

“Never insult the bartender; he might spit in your take – and that’s if you’re lucky.”

I held up my hands pleadingly. “Oh yeah, sorry, I take it all back. Anyway, you were saying…?”

“I was saying, you have so much good and positive in your life, and yet there will be bumps in the road. It’s always that way, and if you haven’t figured that out yet, well…you’ve been way too damn lucky. Take the good with the bad, let the bad stuff roll off you, and hang on tight to the good – and you might even figure out, as I think you’re starting to, that some of the stuff you thought was bad, or wrong, or painful, isn’t so bad after all – if you can learn to accept it.”

I thought about what he’d said for a moment. “I think I am, at least to some extent. I’m even starting to learn to enjoy some parts of this whole scene, or lifestyle, or whatever you want to call it. And yet, even with all that, when Kristi is having sex with some other guy there’s always this little part of me that wants to ******* the bastard.”

His eyebrows rose as he looked at me. “Damn! That might have been some good information to share a few hours ago, ya’ think?”

I laughed. “I never said I was going to act on it! And besides, you were a friend first, and anyway that urge passes pretty quickly and arousal seems to take over.”

“Well, that’s some comfort, I suppose.” He shook his massive head slowly from side to side. “That just means that you’re normal, you know. It’s a threat response; you see the guy as threatening your relationship, and your manhood, and your primitive brain takes over for a moment. Fortunately, you have the ability to overrule it. After all, you didn’t ******* the guy you caught her with that first time, right?”

“No - not that I wasn’t tempted. I just sort of roughed him up a bit; I still sometimes wish that I’d beaten the crap out of him, and I don’t think that the cop that responded would have busted me for it. He seemed pretty understanding about what I’d done.”

He grinned. “Which probably just means that he’d been cuckolded himself at some point. It happens. Lord knows, it happens!” He shook his head again. “But we digress; look, the thing is, a lot of women – maybe even most – are embarrassed by their own sexuality. They’ve been raised with some weird puritanical remnant, to believe that they shouldn’t want a big hard cock as much as we hairy, beastly men want a nice tight pussy, that to feel horny is somehow shameful rather than perfectly natural. You just happen to have fallen in love with one of those rare women that are entirely comfortable with their own sexuality, and that knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go for it.”

“Lucky me, huh?”

He laughed. “Exactly, damn right lucky you! Hey pal, I’m not going to feel sorry for you, but I will give you some advice; count your blessings, and hold on tight! It will be bumpy ride - worth it though, right?”

“I guess. But look, I’m not sure that your assessment is right anyway; look at Kori, she’s not ‘embarrassed by her own sexuality’, as you put it.”

He laughed. “No, just the opposite, it seems. Or maybe she’s overcompensating, but either way we win because she sure likes to flaunt that body she’s got.” He glanced over toward the rail, where Ron still stood, looking down at the girls. “Tiff is, though. You may not think so, since you’ve mostly known her on this trip, and being around Kristi and Kori – and the rest of you, who are so accepting - has loosened her up a lot.” He paused, and shook his head. “She really is not that comfortable with her body, or with just letting loose and enjoying the pleasure that sex brings her. Which it does; she’s a total tiger when she gets going, but it takes her awhile to relax and go with things. She’s getting better about it. You and her have that in common, which may be one reamister you hit it off so well.”

“Really? That surprises me – about her, I mean; I know I’m a seething mass of insecurity.” He laughed. “I mean, she comes across as being so tough and self-assured.”

He shrugged. “She is that, but it’s not the same thing. She’s been beaten down and made to feel inferior and unattractive by some bad guys in her life, including her jackass husband. She’s not real secure in her sexuality or desirability.”

I nodded. “I suppose, but it’s tough to imagine. She is so damn gorgeous and sexy – I mean those eyes, and that smile… she just blows me away, did from the moment I first saw her there at your place, filling out those tight blue jeans. Why are some guys such assholes to the women that love them?”

“A question for the ages, my friend.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well, let’s see, where were we on your problems? I’m kind of dropping the ball on fulfilling the psycho-analysis part of my good bar-tendering responsibilities here. Oh yeah! I was asking if you wanted congratulations, condolences, acceptance, or absolution. I guess we got the congratulations out of the way – all very well deserved, I might add - and you really don’t strike me as looking for condolences, which brings us to acceptance.”

I snorted. “I already know what you’re going to say – that it’s only important that I learn to accept these things, not what anyone else thinks.”

He chuckled. “Close, but no cigar. Hey Ronnie, come over here for a minute, would you?”

Ronnie, disturbed from his deep session of navel-gazing, looked over at us momentarily and then leaned over the rail to look down at the girls for a few seconds before turning and crossing the deck to the bar. He slid, still bare-assed, onto the bar stool next to mine. “No offense guys, but the view was better over there.”

Pops and I both laughed, and I shook my head. “See Pops – what did I tell you about people starting sentences with the words ‘no offense’? Was I right or what?”

He nodded. “Gotta give you that one; on the other hand, I’m sure he’s right. Ronnie, let me ask you something – two things, actually: First, why don’t you put some damn clothes on, and second, do you think you can accept Adam now that he’s discovered that he’s a bit on the kinky side, and that he gets a lot of enjoyment and arousal out of the fact that his woman fucks other men?”

Ron laughed. “Does the sight of my powerful masculinity make you feel threatened?” Pops chuckled and shook his head at the ludicrous question. Considering that Ron’s tiny acorn of a penis was nestled so deep in his pubes that it was barely visible, his masculinity was less powerful, and more barely evident. Ronnie grinned, then looked from him to me and back again, as though mystified by the second question. “Accept the “new” Adam, hmm, boy…that’s an odd question. Hadn’t really thought about it, because he’s my best friend and I accept him under any circumstances, but I guess I’d have to say I’m actually sort of relieved.”

I laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged. “Well, face it buddy, you’re a great guy, and I love you like a brother, but you were just a little bit too good to be true. I mean, nobody can be as upright and uptight as you seemed to be. It’s just too much pressure - you’d go crazy and wind up as one of those nut jobs that starts randomly shooting at some point.”

“Oh, I doubt that!” My objection fell on deaf ears, Ronnie just looking at me with a dumb grin on his face, and Pops laughing and nodding agreement with Ron.

Ronnie went on: “No, it’s a good thing, really! I’m glad to find out that you’re a bit kinky, I can relate to that, and Kori certainly doesn’t object; hell, she’s been wanting to get in your pants for quite awhile now. She’s harbored many a wet-panties fantasy about the ‘well-hung guy next door’ scene ever since you moved in, and now she gets a chance to live them out. Should be fun, no?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure, but…”

Pops cut in. “There wouldn’t happen to be any other homes for sale in your neighborhood, would there? I mean, I can help with any ‘big, well-hung black guy next door’ fantasies, if she’s interested.”

Ronnie got a big kick out of that, but assured him that she would undoubtedly be interested, mentioning in passing that Kristi no doubt would as well, and that I was out of town a lot. I threw Sue’s name into the mix, knowing that she had a fondness for extremely well-hung black men – and that she had her husband Rick’s full approval to pursue her interests - prompting Pops to note that it just kept sounding better and better. He decided to clue Ronnie in on what we were talking about. “Adam is worried about whether people will accept his new, more open attitudes about sexuality. I guess he thinks he’s being so freaky that people might find it, shall we say, off-putting.”

Ron laughed. “Shit, buddy, compared to some people – hell, compared to me and Kori – you’re still a rank amateur, low on the freaky scale. But people that know and care about you will be fine with it, and people that don’t know you won’t even be aware of anything. Unless, of course, you’re planning on wearing a sign, or humping neighborhood cats or something. That could become problematic.”

Laughing, I shook my head and then elbowed him in the ribs. “You’re such an ass – but then again, that’s one of your better traits. Look, I’m just struggling a little bit in figuring out if I’m going to be OK with all this , this whole new paradigm.”

Ronnie looked at me, eyebrows raised. “Oooh, look at you, flexing your vocabulary! Adam, I think the one having the biggest problem accepting you is you. Cut yourself some slack – and now, my storehouse of wisdom exhausted, I’m going to go back to watching the pretty girls and fantasizing about a 4-way with three pussies, six tits, and me and my enormous man-meat at the center!”

As he walked back to the rail, leaving me and Pops laughing, we tried not to watch his bare ass as he wandered away. Pops, still grinning, said “Your buddy is a class act, isn’t he?”

I nodded. “Mmm, yeah – low-class, but we love him anyway. Seriously, he’s one-of-a-kind - which is probably a good thing. You do realize that he went back over there because he was worried about the girls – his wife especially, no doubt – without anyone on the boat watching over them and making sure we don’t drift too far. He always covers up his kindness and concern with crudeness and jokes, but he’s really a great guy. You’ll never meet anyone more generous; he’d give you the shirt off his back – not that it would fit you.”

He grinned. “I’ve come to realize that. He seemed a bit too crass at first, but it’s a shallow veneer. He and Kori, they’re good folks. Look, though, see what I mean? Your friends will love you no matter what. Who are we talking about, after all? Him, Kori, me and Tiff of course, Kristi - maybe your friend Izzy, who I don’t know, but from what you’ve said she’s always there for you - a few others like that, maybe. The people that matter. Others, strangers, distant acquaintances and people like that, fuck ‘em. Who cares what they think?”

“Yeah, I suppose. But we’ve come full-circle, haven’t we? I mean, we’re mostly back to me accepting me, accepting these new aspects of my life. Self-acceptance. Can I live with me?”

He nodded. “I suppose - and that brings us to my final point; maybe you’re looking for absolution. You think you’ve sinned, or ***d your moral code, or maybe just betrayed your manhood or masculinity or something, and you’re trying to find a way to forgiveness, or reconciliation with the thought of refuting things you’ve always believed about yourself. Self-acceptance and absolution kind of go hand in hand, unless you believe that there is some outside power from which you need to seek absolution – and that can grant it. Do you?”

It was a question I’d wrestled with many times in my life, and one for which I still had no good answer. It was deep, serious, and important, but I didn’t think we’d find the answer here. So, using the Ronnie method, I glossed over his question with a joke myself. “Absolution… and from some ‘outside power’, huh? I don’t know, can you do that?”

He laughed. “Sorry, no – that one is above my pay grade. Way, way above.” Bending down, he searched the small freezer beneath the bar, still speaking. “I do, however, have this!” He straightened up and plunked a frosted bottle on the bar in front of me. “Absolut, my friend; great stuff, and while not absolution, to be sure, if you take enough of it you’ll absolutely quit worrying about that other stuff, so it works the same. With enough of this in your system, you can do whatever you want and not feel even a twinge of remorse over it. Well, until the next day of course, but then you’ll think takeing this was the worst thing you’ve ever done, so it still helps you put aside all that other crap.”

I picked up the bottle and looked at it, laughing. “OK, you talked me into it. What do you recommend?”

“What do you like? I can fix ‘em all, whatever you like…I can do a mean Bloody Mary.”

I shook my head. “Sorry, but Ronnie makes the best Bloody Marys, going away. Once you’ve had one of his you’re pretty much spoiled.”

“I’m willing to accept that challenge!”

I called over to Ron “Hey Ronnie, Pops thinks he can beat your Bloody Marys!”

He glanced over at us and waved his hand dismissively, as though the very concept was beneath consideration, and Pops chuckled. “Pretty sure of himself, isn’t he? Maybe a contest is in order, but for now how about a vodka martini instead? I mix up a *******er, if I do say so myself.”

“A little early in the day for martinis, isn’t it?”

“It’s not that early, we’ve just been fucking the day away. Besides, where else do you have to go? Got an important appointment or something?”

He had a good point. Who cared if I got a little hammered? “All right, you talked me into it. Vodka martini it is – cold, really, really cold.”

“Excellent choice, sir! Would you like that dirty?”

“Hey, why not? Caution to the wind, right?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, a half ounce or so of olive brine. You are a wild man!”

“Umm, well, yeah…hey, all that salt could spike my red pressure you know!”

He laughed out loud. “Man, when you decide to get wild and cut loose, you really do go all-out! Maybe you’re right; with all these crazy changes and such outlandish behavior, maybe even your own friends won’t recognize you!”

Great segments. Wonderful treat for the weekend. Thank you.

Like all the others, well worth waiting for. I'll be here, if and when you get another chance to add to this epic story.

Stormy,
Life is indeed like a box of chocolates! Adam needs to go through this before he can steel himself to ask Kristi to marry him. We can all see he will do, or he'd be mad not to, and we can see that Kristi will say YES. What a wedding reception that will be! Few ticks in boxes to go yet though. I can see you are lining this up to finish in the classy style you have maintained throughout. Thanks so much. This story is simply the best.

Storm

Those were really nice segments. The ability to write something nice, something that feels good is a gift and you've been blessed with it. It's a pleasure to read your work.

Thank you

GH

This story needs a bump

How many years have we been reading this? and still I want to come back for more.

Sorry I haven't commented more often.
Thanks!

Bump Time

Storm,

After reading all of goodhusband's stories I started reading Timmy's. after finishing reflections I sent a note to Timmy and asked for suggestions. He recommended this story. I am now on page 12 of the post and all I can say is you should publish this. I would gladly pay to read this , what an amazing story. I am looking forward to the next 40 pages. Thanks