Several years went by and Rick was now wealthy beyond his dreams. Ellen his wife, his ex-wives sister, was keeping him happier than he would have ever imagined. Theirs was as true. a love as any could be. He had even softened on his ex-wife enough to put her up in a house. She paid the bills she accrued but he put her in a house make sure she had a roof. Never the less the bitterness she harbored for Rick remained. A resentment fueled by the fact that Rick was now married to her sister and in the time she was gone, had become wealthy...extremely wealthy.
What she did not know, nor would Rick ever divulge the fact, that it was her leaving that led to his meeting the man who had made him rich, James a very wealthy club owner who had seduced Rick while they worked out in the gym one night. Had it not been for a group of college students crashing into the locker room...it was very possible that Rick might have consummated his carnal relationship with James that first night. As it happened it would be another week before Rick and James got together at his home on the coast...on a bed in a secluded and wooded cove overlooking the Pacific.
Their lives had been loving and passionate. James had fallen hopelessly for Rick left him everything when his past came calling. Ellen, having been there for Rick kept him focused and happy. Yet, there was something that she could never satisfy, his need to feel James buried to the hilt and his cum shooting deep into him...just as long as it had been James. It hadn't been love at least not for Rick...but it was a close second and had their relationship continued...it was likely Rick might have fallen for James in time. Only time was now lost to them. James was gone...or so Rick believed.
Ricks wealth came from quarterly disbursements from James estate trust to which he was sole ere. The trust itself was massive but Rick was not allowed to know how massive. It was enough to pay him upwards of 20 million pounds Sterling every three months. Of course Rick did not spend it stupidly and had amassed a nice sum in his bank over the years. Still there was an emptiness he felt whenever he stood on the deck of James now boarded up home in the mountain. It had been his annual pilgrimage on the anniversary of their first date but now he found himself driving to his place every few weeks.
One night in a storm Rick decided out of the blue to drive the 50 miles to James house. The storm got worse and worse as he approached the coast so that when he pulled into the parking lot the wind was blowing near hurricane force. The club was still closed with no signs of activity and the parking lot seemed to have been neglected to where bushes were now sprouting up through the cracks in the concrete. It was the scene that mimicked his heart...broken and in need of repair.
Getting his bottle of champagne Rick exited his car and started down the trail that would take him to James old house and the deck where they had first made love. Only he found the trail was now cleaned up and sported a new set of stairs complete with hand rail. In the two weeks he'd been gone since his last visit someone had done a lot of work. Down the steps he went expecting to find the house in the mountain abandoned and shabby. Only when it came into view the deck was lit, the water was once again flowing...and to his astonishment the platform where James had taken him was once again home to a bed...it appeared to be the same bed.
Ricks heart leapt into his throat as he began to realize he was trespassing. Someone had bought the house and had renovated it, but it was eerily similar to when James had lived there. However, instead of turning around and leaving something drew Rick forward. Upon reaching the tub he realized the stone where he had first sucked James cock and swallowed his cum was there. In fact everything was nearly identical to that first night and the many nights he had spent here with James, except there was no James. It hit him then...he missed James...badly.
Staring out into the setting sun he let the bottle of champagne fall to his side as a tear fell. "Where are you James?" he whispered.
Just as he was about to leave an arm wrapped around his waist...and one around his chest holding him tight. "I'm right here" said the soft familiar voice of James who then took the bottle of champagne from Rick and led him to the sliding glass door and inside his home out of the rain. James was wearing a robe and nothing else Rick was speechless as he took in what he believed was a hallucination. "James?" he choked and threw his arms around him.
"Where were you? The last I heard was you were supposed to be dead. It broke my heart to think I'd never see you again. I hope you can tell me what happened, but you have to fuck me first...please...I want your cock...so badly...please...James." Reaching for Ricks wrist...James dragged him to the bathroom where Rick was cleansed, shaved clean and showered.
There was no romance, no gentle caress just animal lust and long suppressed need. James dried Rick off out of the shower, only because there just was no room in the shower for what he wanted and threw him onto the bed...face down. Lubrication was applied with a long applicator deep...and then the residue was layered onto his ass. Rick grasped the rungs of the head board where he had so often been tied as James crawled over the top of him...spread his cheeks...and finally...after far too long...he felt James warm, blood engorged cock...pressing against him.
