Chapter 8
IT WAS JUST BEFORE NOON WHEN VAL shifted herself on the lounge and looked over toward Scott. The sun was beginning to get hotter, and the feel of the golden rays playing over her nude body began to reawaken her sexual desires.
She lifted her empty glass as a signal for Scott to refill it; and when he came over with the bottle, her eyes met his.
"I'm getting horny. I can't get our bronzed, god-like friend out of my mind. Every time I close my eyes I see that big cock of Mel's."
The mention of Mel's name caused Scott's hand to shake slightly and he hurried to finish pouring Val's drink. A picture of the well-hung man filled his mind, and Scott felt a tingling flash of electric-like need flash through him.
Mel could be the answer to his dreams. He could think of no other man he would reather spend the rest of his life with. He doubted if he could get Mel to welcome the acceptance of complete homosexuality, but he knew he would have to try to convert him.
He had spent a good deal of the morning trying to find a way to get close to Mel to make his pitch, and now Val had unwittingly given him the chance.
He lifted the bottle from Val's glass and set it down on the table before he spoke.
"Do you want me to see if I can get him to come over this afternoon?"
Val smiled.
"That was the idea."
Scott nodded and hurried into the cabin. A smile formed on his face as he picked up the phone.
He was about to return the phone to its cradle when it was finally answered. For a second he didn't reply; it surprised him to find someone other than Mel answering. Finally he spoke.
"This is Scott Collins ... is Mel there?"
There was a slight pause at the other end; then the definitely masculine but high-ptiched voice spoke on the other end.
"I'm sorry ... Mr. Russell isn't here at the moment. Could I take a message?"
Scott hesitated for a second.
"No ... that's fine; I'll phone later."
Scott stood holding the phone for a few seconds after it went dead in his hands. His mind whirled with different thoughts. A new hope filled him as he remembered the high-pitched, soft voice. Maybe he had been off base with Mel. Could it be that the well-built god with the big cock was hiding something-or, more accurately, someone? The thought thrilled him to the core.
It had to be; no other explanation made sense; and if it was true, he had every chance in the world to make it with Mel.
He dropped the phone into its cradle and walked slowly back out to the patio, letting a plan form in his mind. When Val looked up, he shook his head.
"No good; I didn't get an answer...."
He watched the disappointment fill Val's face; then he spoke again, seemingly more to himself than to her.
"I suppose I could go on down there. He's probably having a swim, but I don't feel like walking all the way over there just so you can get your kicks."
His statement got the result he had been looking for. Val shot up into a sitting position on the lounge, and her eyes flashed.
"You're damned right you'll go over there, and damned fast if you know what's good for you."
Scott added a little more fuel to the burning anger that filled his wife.
"The hell I will...."
Val stood up, and Scott feigned fear as she moved toward him. He lowered his head and shrugged. "Okay, you win...."
He turned and started down the steps at the end of the patio without waiting for her to speak again. Happiness and hope filled him, and a wide grin spread over his face as soon as he was around the cabin and heading quickly toward the beach.
Mel stretched and sat up. The beads of perspiration on his muscular flesh glistened in the hot sunlight, making his deeply bronzed body glow. He shifted his position slightly so he could look over the edge of the big bluff, and then he let his thoughts go back to Penny.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get her out of his mind. No matter what she had done, he still wanted her; and it was more than just a sexual want. Just the thought frightened him. Any man should learn his lesson after having one broad cheat on him, and yet here he was falling in love with a woman he knew indulged in every kind of sexual game whenever she could find it.
The thought of her standing nude before him caused him to groan; and he looked down at his swollen, throbbing cock arched upward between his thighs, the big knob free of its protective foreskin, and glistening in the sunlight.
He slammed his fist against the rock and stood up. He'd come up onto the bluff to think and let the hot rays of the sun cleanse and refresh his nude form, but he knew he couldn't solve the burning problem that filled him by running away from it. He wanted Penny, and she was worth whatever fight he would have to put up to get her.
He looked down at his stiff cock again and smiled. He was one hell of a lot of man, and he was sure that he could keep Penny happy. He'd dedicate his life to it if he had to.
The thought of spending the rest of his life between the sheets with the luscious blonde made him tingle with anticipation, and he turned and began to make his way back down the bluff toward the cabin.
Scott came by way of the beach, hoping to find Mel on the way; but he had no luck. Finally he turned away from the water and began to climb up the beach toward the cabin. He had wanted to find Mel alone, and he wasn't particularly pleased about the idea of finding Mel locked in the embrace of another man, but he knew he had to make his move now or forget it. If he had to compete for Mel, he would do it gladly.
He paused as he came to the last row of towering trees that offered him cover, a little uncertain about finishing what he had started ... a little hesitant about walking into the cabin and facing his competition. His eyes swept across the back of the cabin, and then he turned his head slightly and looked out toward the quiet lake below.
It was so peaceful, so natural; and he found an inner peace as he studied the vast silence of it. It felt good to have all the turmoil finally over, the indecision finished. He felt more like a man than ever before, and he couldn't help smiling as the realization swept through his mind. He had faced the fact that he was homosexual, and all that was left now was to find himself someone to share life with him.
He turned back to face the cabin, paused to fill his lungs with fresh air, then began to walk toward the cabin.
Tony reached for the taps and shut off the shower. He stepped out and picked up the neatly folded towel and began to dry himself, enjoying the feel of the rough towel on his skin. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled. His eyes moved over his compact, hard body; and he tossed the towel onto the counter and placed his hands on his hips, posing happily.
He had finally done it, and now he felt certain that Mel would come around to his way of thinking. It was hard to believe, after so long, but it had happened.
The knock at the door brought him out of his own thoughts. He reached for the towel and wrapped it around his waist as he moved out of the bathroom and started across toward the door. He paused long enough to secure the towel; then he opened the door.
For a second there was an uncomfortable silence as Scott found himself studying the other man; then he finally found his voice.
"I'm Scott Collins ... I was looking for Mel...."
Tony felt a twinge of jealousy as he always did when another man showed an interest in Mel. His eyes moved over Scott's deeply tanned body and the snugly fitting trunks that hugged his flesh, doing little to cover his masculine attributes. He forced himself to push the jealousy aside, telling himself it was groundless.
"I'm Tony Fox, Mel's secretary. He went out to do a little sunbathing. I expect him back at any time; would you care to wait for him?"
Scott found his eyes resting on the bulge in the front of the towel before he realized what he was doing, and he forced himself to look back into Tony's eyes.
"Yes ... if you wouldn't mind."
Tony stepped back, and Scott walked inside and pushed the door closed behind him.
Tony waved in the direction of the coffee table in the center of the room.
"Help yourself to a drink while I slip into something; you caught me in the shower."
Scott nodded his thanks, but he made no move to the table as Tony turned around and started for the bedroom. Instead his eyes stayed on the well-built blond youth, glued to the round, muscular cheeks of his buttocks, obvious under the damp towel. It wasn't until Tony had disappeared from sight that he found he could move.
There was something about Tony that he couldn't put his finger on, something that told him the blond youth was homosexual. Maybe it was the fact that Tony's untanned skin was completely devoid of body hair, or maybe the pitch of his voice ... he couldn't be sure, but something made him know that Tony was homosexual.
The thought of actually meeting a man who was a true homosexual excited him. Here was his chance to test his sexual needs, a chance to see if this was what he really wanted. He felt his pulse quicken; and suddenly, without rationalizing it, he walked toward the bedroom.
Tony looked up toward the doorway, his face registering his surprise. He made no attempt to finish pulling on the shorts that were around his ankles as he stared at the massive bulge in the front of Scott's trunks. He could see the perfectly outlined cock, stiff and throbbing, and it sent a flash of desire through him.
The earlier session with Mel had left him satisfied in one way, and yet hornv in another; and the sight of this desirable and obviously ready male caused his own organ begin to harden immediately.
A smile formed on Scott's face as he watched Tony's organ beginning to grow. His eyes were glued to the glistening vermilion knob as it began to slip free of its protective foreskin. He didn't speak as he crossed the room and stopped just inches away from Tony; then he shoved his trunks down. His stiff cock was directly in front of Tony's face.
Instead of straightening up, Tony dropped to his knees; then, with a groan, he reached for the ripe cock in front of him and guided the thick knob into his mouth.
The sound of the ringing phone brought Val out of her half-sleep, and she turned over on the lounge. She began to open her mouth to call for Scott; then she remembered he'd gone over to get Mel. She let the phone ring once more; then she swore softly and got up to answer it.
She recognized Penny's voice the second she heard it, and was immediately on guard. There was something in Penny's tone that both surprised and excited her, and she was put completely at sea with Penny's first statement.
"Game for a little fun, honey?"
Val took a second to collect her thoughts before answering.
"Sure, I'm always game ... what did you have in mind?"
Penny chuckled throatily. "You'd be surprised...."
She let the sentence drag for effect before she spoke again.
"How about you and Scott coming over here for the afternoon?"
Val was about to tell her that Scott was out, but she changed her mind.
"Sounds great ... give us ten minutes."
There was a pause; then Penny's husky voice filled Val's ear.
"Hurry...."
Just the sound of it sent shivers of expectation up Val's back. She could envision Penny's small, lush, blonde form quivering with desire; and it sent flames of need raging through her.
The phone went dead in her hand; and she slowly dropped it back into the cradle, still finding it hard to believe that Penny could be so eager. She tossed it around in her mind, looking for a reason; but she couldn't find one. It was obviously true, though-and that was all that mattered.
She glanced at her watch and cursed Scott for not being there. She didn't want to go without him-not that she gave a damn about him, but because she was sure that Penny wanted both of them.
She decided to give Scott ten minutes; and if he hadn't shown up by then, she would go without him. She could always say that he was coming later.