It had been a horrible week. Deadlines weren't met, an employee had to be fired and there was a fire in one of the men's rooms, where someone had thrown a cigarette in the trash can, even though there are multiple No Smoking signs posted throughout the campus. Ben just wanted to get home.
He checked out of the building and headed to the parking lot. Once in his car, he hit the blue tooth phone and said, "Call home."
"Hello?"
"Hey baby."
"I'm sorry, who is this?"
"Your lover."
"Going to have to narrow it down more than that."
"The lover that needs a weekend of nothing but you, the hot tub and a good bottle of wine."
"Ahh...that lover. Get your ass home and all that, plus more, is yours."
Ben pulled into the neighborhood driving the winding streets until he got to his house, which sat a little further off the street and sat on the small man made lake. Throwing his keys on the table he walked through the house to the patio where the tub was.
"Ooooh, it's Ben. I just wasn't sure who was coming through the door."
Ben stood there admiring the naked body that stood in front of him. Five years of marriage and he was still turned on. He removed his suit and underwear and walked toward Hal and took him around the waist and kissed him deeply, tasting the wine on his breath. Both cocks bumping into each other.
Hal stepped into the tub followed by Ben. He was handed a glass and took a sip, laid his head back and let the jets of hot water work their magic. Classical music played in the background. The smell of gardenias wafted through the air. The sun just behind the oak trees.
Hal took Ben's feet into his lap and began a light massage. They carried on a conversation about the day they had had and a little gossip about a couple of their friends. They had no social plans for the weekend. This was welcomed news to Ben.
After a couple more glasses, the two got out of the tub, dried off and slipped on their matching, plush white robes and went into the kitchen. Hal had already laid out the ingredients he needed to fix supper, German meatballs with sauerkraut and a horseradish sauce, a dish they picked up while traveling through Germany. While Hal made the meatballs, Ben prepared the sauce.
Hal smacked Ben on the ass as he passed behind him. "Oh! Do that again."
Hal complied.
Ben turned around and took Hal by the shoulders, stared into his green eyes then kissed him. And again. Their embrace was strong, one only men could know.
"Meatballs," Hal whispered as he broke the embrace and moved to the stove. Ben walked up behind Hal and hugged him tight and kissed his neck, before going back to his sauce.
The two took a romantic dinner on the deck under candlelight and the sounds of the frogs and crickets, looking into each other's eyes like it was their first date.
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They met in college. Hal's major had been in writing and illustrating. Bens was business. They met at a party and hit it off instantly and began dating. First just coffee, then movies and dinners. Hal's family was wealthy and had set him up financially so he paid most of the time. Eventually their relationship became more intimate.
Their first time was a bit awkward. Hal, who is two years older, had been in a long term relationship that had ended badly. Ben, while knowing he was gay forever, had had little experience. Ben dropped to his knees and pulled Hal's shorts off and his cock jumped forward. Ben took it in his hands and lightly ran his finger from balls to head several times before taking it into his mouth. Slowly he tongued the cock, taking more and more deeper and deeper. Hal's hips were in rhythm but he had to pull out.
"Getting too close. Cocksucker, that's what you are."
