Just You, My Man

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After a gruelling transfer to Soufriere, a jungle ride, and checking into their hotel, they collapsed on their bed and just drifted out to the crisp clear glow of purple-tinted mountains, a blue carpeted sea, and numberless hues of greenery around their wood frame open-view panoramic balcony.

‘Beautiful,’ Palmer summed it up with his usual understatement.

They slept at peace, tied in each others arms despite the warmth until Larry woke with a start. ‘What’s that?’ he whispered to the darkening, empty gloom. Palmer slept on, merely mumbling as he turned away from the heat of Larry’s body. What was it, Larry wondered. What had roused him from sleep. All he could hear was the silence of nature: timbers creaking, evening birds calling and the sigh of a slow sea breeze. Silence. That was it! Silence. ‘Pally!’ Larry cried. ‘Palmer,’ Larry nudged him, ‘listen, just listen.’

‘What to?’ Palmer grumbled, ‘there’s nothing there.’
‘Yes, exactly!’ Larry stretched and smiled.

They shared a long sensual shower, familiar with each other yet eager to absorb every inch of the familiar sights and scents. ‘Thanks for being strong for me, Lal.’ Palmer caressed Larry’s back with a soft enveloping towel as they stepped from the steam. ‘I know I can be a twat.’

‘But a lovely one,’ Larry tapped Palmer’s nose. ‘Thank you too.’
‘What for?’
‘For being,’ Larry stopped and thought, ‘for being what I need.’

‘Hello there!’ A voice bellowed with welcome across the bistro bar that Palmer had chosen for their first night out. The welcome was more than a polite greeting, it had the ring of recognition. Palmer stared at what he took to be the manager as he approached them, trying hard to place where he’d seen him before. ‘I never forget a face, man,’ the manager said, ‘but names, they aren’t so lucky.’
‘I sort of recognise you too,’ Palmer said edgily, ‘but I can’t recall.’

‘London, about five years ago.’
‘At the Apprentice?’ 
The manager nodded with a grin. 
‘You were staying with my mate Carson.’ Recognition flooded Palmer’s mind. ‘George?’

‘In the flesh!’ George laughed then called to a recess, ‘Hey! Donnie, I’ve some friends from my London days. Come!’ From a candle lit corner a young, trim, athletic blond approached them. ‘This is my partner of two glorious years,’ George beamed. A frown creased his face as Larry and Palmer burst into peels of laughter with Don, the Corporal they had met earlier.
‘You’re Carson’s nephew, Donald,’ Palmer nearly exploded with relief. ‘I haven’t seen you in what, ten years?’
‘About that,’ Don agreed. ‘But I recognized Larry straight off.’

All eyes fell on Larry, who blushed and shrugged. ‘Sorry, I don’t recognize you.’
‘I used to hang about the Swan when I first came out, before I joined up. You know, for the strippers and tacky amateur nights.’ Don winked.

Again all eyes focused on Larry. ‘I used to do a Shirley Bassey turn.’
‘Good too, you were.’

Palmer slid an arm round Larry’s waist as they walked up the dimly lit and deserted tressel stairway to their hotel. The evening had flown by, a fine meal, drinks, and plenty of laughs, and they all promised to meet up again for a night out before the holiday ended.

‘Crazy,’ Palmer said, squeezing Larry, ‘just how small the world is.’

Larry looked deep into Palmer’s eyes in the moonlit darkness. With a tender hold on Palmer’s neck, Larry drew him into a lair of tropical fronds. He pressed Palmer closer and kissed his lips. Their mouths opened and sealed together in a French embrace. Long, passionate, and full-bodied they held tight to each other, until the sound of footsteps and giggles came up behind them on the path. ‘Let’s get to bed,’ Larry pecked Palmer one more swift kiss before they set off up steps.

They made their way to their room, abandoning clothing as soon as they got in through the door. Already Palmer’s cock was erect and throbbing out of his boxers. Larry stroked it as he nibbled at Palmer’s neck, running his free hand into an inviting butt crack. Palmer arched his back to engage with Larry’s probing finger, and his hole seemed to quiver with anticipation.

Palmer had pulled off most of his own clothes and turned to stripping off what was left of Larry’s. ‘Stand back,’ Palmer whispered. He crouched before Larry’s bulging briefs, with a joy they both shared he sniffed and caressed and nibbled across the stiffened fabric. Palmer sucked down on Larry’s knob and almost managed to draw the whole thing into his mouth, underwear and all. 
‘Lick it,’ Larry demanded as he pushed Palmer’s face into his groin. Keeping one hand on Palmer’s head, Larry drove his cock up through his briefs and he pulled Palmer across the wet spot.
‘Fuck me.’ Palmer said as he looked up at Larry while nestling gently on his balls.
‘Suck it first!’

Palmer pulled Larry’s cock free and grabbed it with both hands. He layered kisses on the foreskin and shaft, then offered his tongue. He opened the generous pucker of skin and fucked the thick knobend underneath. Larry groaned, so Palmer quickened his darting penetration. 

‘Suck it.’ Larry pushed Palmer’s hands away to slide his dick into the warm mouth opening before him. ‘Nice!’ he sighed. ‘Now long and deep.’
Palmer obeyed. With every gag on Larry’s massive full length he went at it harder.

Larry patted Palmer’s head with a tube of lubricant, and waggled a condom before him.
Palmer gave up his throat to Larry’s cock, right down to trimmed bush. 

‘Up!’ Larry pulled at Palmer. ‘There, bend over against the bed.’ He raised one of Palmer’s legs to insert lube and toy with the hole that eagerly awaited him. Palmer ground back on Larry’s fingers, first one, then two, then, with more lube, three fingers entered and twitched. A tremble of ecstasy shuddered across Palmer’s thighs as Larry played inside him. ‘Arch up for me,’ Larry spoke while rolling on the condom. ‘High!’ He smacked Palmer’s butt cheeks. ‘Higher!’

Palmer gasped when Larry hunkered up close and rammed home. ‘Fuck!’ he cried, knocking his head down against a pillow as the the slow strokes deepened and quickened. ‘So fucking big!’
Larry pulled out, but held the condom in place. ‘Lie down on the bed.’

Palmer wasted no time. He lay down, a pillow at his head and under his hips, his legs drawn up with his hands behind the knees. His eyelids fluttered shut while Larry was re-entering his asshole, but once in and a slow filling groove had started he held Larry’s face in view. A smile, a joyous toss back then down, but mostly a shared loving glance. Palmer reached in between them to hold his cock, a rich ooze of pre-cum stained his belly and moisten his fat cut pole. ‘That’s gonna make me spew, babe.’

‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah!’

Larry straightened up, pinning back Palmer’s legs to get in longer thrusts and to watch him as he wanked. He twisted his own pre-cum across the tip of his dick. Faster as Larry’s thrusts intensified. A sigh and a groan gave way to a contorting cry as Palmer’s spunk shot up over his head, and a fresh wave landed in thick beads on his chest. ‘Suck me.’ Larry eased out of Palmer’s ass, pulled off the condom, and raised Palmer’s head. Kneeling on Palmer’s shoulders Larry yanked on his long thick shaft while his knob received the pleasure of a hot mouth. ‘That’s me!’ he yelled as his load rose, pulling at his balls and tensing every muscle in his body. With a shudder he surrendered to Palmer’s expert attention.‘I can’t hold it!’ His explosive ejaculation emptied more than his seed into Palmer’s mouth, for he fell in quivering exhaustion beside Palmer.

‘Fuck!’ Palmer laughed after he’d swallowed Larry’s spunk.

As they lay together on the bed, looking out at the star strewn sky, they cuddled close yet said nothing. Larry broke into the silence when he turned to Palmer and kissed him. ‘Pally?’ 
‘Mmm? What?’
‘Pally, don’t be angry with me, but I want to say something I’ve felt for ages.
‘What?’ 
‘No promise you won’t be really angry first.’
‘OK, I promise. Now what is it,’ Palmer almost groaned.
‘You know what? I love you.’ Larry landed a kiss on Palmer’s lips before any answer could form. ‘I know its kind of weird, saying it like that, but I do. No one else. Just you, my man.’
Palmer turned from Larry and slid toward the edge of the bed, searching for something. He sat up, then got off the bed. ‘Larry,’ he spoke to night sky, then he stopped. ‘No,’ he said, turning back to face Larry, ‘let me say this right.’ Palmer knelt at the bed. Resting near to Larry’s head, he took Larry’s hand and put a small box into it. ‘Lal, will you marry me?’