Life After College

Hello everyone! Thank you all for the reviews. You\'re all angels. This chapter and the one following doesn\'t have any drama in it, sorry. It\'s simply two chapters that bring Dicky and Drew closer together. It\'s also so you readers can get to know the characters and their relationship a bit more. At least I TRIED to anyway. One thing about reading a story -in my opinion- is that you can\'t really feel anything for any character if you don\'t know no more about them except for what they look like. Anyway, the drama is far from over and so is this story. Keep reading, you wonderful people.

-Scribbles05


Chapter 13


When we arrived in Australia, we checked in our wonderful hotel suite. It contained a livingroom with a large tv, full kitchen (we weren’t planning on doing any cooking though), and a bedroom with a kick ass bed. The colors were cream and white, and furniture was a dark mahogany wood. After unpacking bags, Dicky wanted to rest in the hotel, but I wanted to explore Australia. So, of course, you know I got my way.

We walked around the area and started going into stores and checking out clothes. I saw the cutest red and blue skirt and top outfit that would look great on Sofia, so I bought it. Dicky was a little apprehensive about me buying it because he thought the skirt was too short. And skirt -in his eyes- is too short. Dicky is indeed the true man’s man. He loved sports, washing his truck, hates to wear pink, and refuses to let his daughter grow up. He’s everything a man is except he likes sleeping with men. Me, on the other hand, live up to the “typical” gay mold. Except I don’t paint my nails and all that foolishness. I’m a man and dress like one, but with a bit more flare. I sure don’t mind putting Sofia in a skirt now that she’s older. That’s for sure.

After we spent two and a half hours shopping and one hour eating, we returned to the hotel to rest. Well, we didn’t actually rest. More like relaxed our bodies through sensual, physical...............oh forget it. We had sex. A LOT of it. We knew that any physical activity of this kind was rare now that we had children, so we took advantage of the situation. Every time we did, we wouldn’t stop until we were exhausted. But when we got our energy back, we were off again. By the time we were completely spent, and could barely keep our eyes open, we had ended up making love seven times. Seven times! It was absolutely amazing, invigorating, and exhausting all at the same time.

After finally resting a bit, we showered, dried off, and laid back on the bed. I was on my back -again- and Dicky rested next to me on his side, his arm thrown over my waist. “I wonder what the kids are doing at home?” I spoke softly to Dicky.

“They’re probably somewhere eating if my mom has anything to with it.” We chuckled.

“I’m going to call them.” I reached for my cell and called home. Damon answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweetpea.”

“Dad? Hey Sofia, it’s dad!” He yelled over the phone. I had to take the phone off my ear a bit. His little squeaky voice had yet to go through the stages of adulthood, so it was very high pitch.

“What?” Sofia said in the background. “Let me talk to him.”

“No. I wanna talk first.”

“No, me!”

“No, me!”

I rolled my eyes. They were best friends when they were little, I swear. “What happened?” Dicky asked me as he started to kiss and nibble at my left nipple. He didn’t hear me talking on the phone anymore and figured I lost them.

“They’re bickering again.” I told him. “Damon honey, tell Sofia we’ll speak to her in a minute” Damon told her, but not exactly the way I said it.

“Dad said back off. You’ll get your turn.” I sighed. “Dad?”

“Hum?”

“How’s Australia?” Dicky pulled at my nipple with his teeth. Surely he wasn\'t horny again after all we did a few minutes ago. He must’ve taken something. But he still turned me on nonetheless, I grabbed the back of his head and pressed him closer to my chest.

“It’s wonderful, Damon.” I said, sounding surprised I was able to speak clearly.

“Did you get me anything?”

“Maybe.”

“Dad?” He whined.

“Yeah. You know we did.”

“Well, what?”

“Can’t tell you. You’ll just have to wait until we get home.”

“Awwww.” He whined.

“Awwww.” I mocked him. “What have you guys been doing?”

“Nothing. Grandma made coconut cake and she helped me make a kite. Sofia was on the phone again.

“Did any of your friends come over?”

“Who?”

“You know. The boys you meet on the soccer team.”

“Oh, no. We’re not................not that close.”

I sighed softly so he wouldn’t hear. He’s in public school AND on the soccer team and still no friends? I didn’t want to talk about it then, because he always gets upset and teary when we do. I changed the subject. “You wanna speak to your father?”

“Yeah.” I smacked Dicky on the back of the head to get his attention and gave him the phone “For you” I said. He smiled and took the phone.

“Hey bud.” I laid on my back with my arm under my head and listened. “What have you guys been up to?............She did what?”

“What?” I asked.

“Damon said Sofia invited her friends over and they painted his fingernails pink while he was napping.” I chuckled. “Am I what?.................No, I’m not going to spank her for that.............Because that’s not a big deal............No, you pouring powders down the toilet to make goop WAS a big deal and you deserved to get spanked for it............Son, we’ll talk about it later. Put your sister on the other line............She’s not a butthole......” Dicky tried not to laugh on the phone. I smiled. “Sofia, what happened at home? What could’ve possibly taken place between the little time when we left and now?........Damon, you know you shouldn’t have read her diary. Ok, ok, enough bickering you two. Put your grandma on.” Dicky talked with his mother for a while, then hung up. He looked down at me and shook his head. “Those two kids are going to kill each other.”

I smiled. “They’ll survive until we get back.”

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I picked up a brochure when we checked in that had all the best activities and eateries in this area. We decided to have some fun first. We dressed in our swim trunks, stopped at a beach store nearby, and bought suntan lotion and a frisbee. I was lying on a towel under a big umbrella wearing a British flag speedo. “Why did you buy those?” Dicky asked me once he stretched out beside me. “You’re not British.”

“Yeah, but my mother’s family roots are there. That counts.........”

“as nothing.” Dicky finished my sentence.

“Shut up and start rubbing.” He poured a heavy amount of lotion on his large hands and started to rub my legs. I started moving a bit and a sigh slipped out my mouth.

“Slow your role, little lady.” Dicky said to me once he moved on to my stomach.

“What?”

“You sound like you’re about to strip down and start fucking, that’s what.”

I lifted my foot and rubbed between his legs. I could feel his dick switch sides over my foot as I rubbed him slowly. I also felt it harden and I smiled provocatively. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, in private that is.........” He bit his lip. “But not.........not in public.” He moved my foot away. “Now control yourself.” He finished massaging the oil on me and I massaged some on him, then we raced to the water.


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That afternoon, we decided to go out to a fancy restaurant to eat. So Dicky dressed in black slacks, white shirt, with a black cashmere sweater over it, and I put on black slacks, black shirt (collar open), and a very dark blue blazer with black print on it. Together, we walked to a restaurant called, La Flavor and ate dinner. I was just finished talking to the waiter about my order I had placed, when Dicky caught my attention. “I have something for you.” He said to me. I could see this smile on his face that he tried to hide. Whatever it was, it must’ve really been something special for him to act like that.

“What is it?” I asked.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box. Jewelry box. Gotta love the jewelry. “Open it.” He set it on the table.

I slowly grabbed the soft box and smiled. “You bought me jewelry?” Dicky just smiled and shrugged. I opened the box and I gasped. “Oh my..........” I whispered. It was a platinum diamond bracelet. Yeah, diamonds are a man’s best friend too. It was about half an inch thick and sparkled like glitter no matter which way you turned it. I sat there looking in the jewelry box with my mouth gaped open like a fish.

“You like it?” Dicky asked. Like he couldn’t see the happiness on my face already.

“Dicky, how’d you know?\"

“Well, I remembered when we were in that jewelry store back at home and how you ogled over it ever since they first got it. Little did you know, I went back to the store that same day and started putting payments on it.”

“That was well over a month ago when I first saw it.”

Dicky chuckled. “Platinum don’t come cheap. Especially for a cop.”

“I went to the store to look at it last week and was crushed when I saw it was gone. I didn’t know you bought!” I wanted to stand up on the table and scream I was so happy.

“I wanted to give it to you on Valentine’s Day, but we decided to come here first, so I figured here would be a more romantic atmosphere to give it to you.” *sigh* God I love him.

I pulled out the bracelet and looked at it. “It’s definitely romantic.”

“Here, let me put it on you.” Dicky leaned over the table, grabbed the bracelet, and hooked it on my wrist, then he kissed my hand softly. I smiled and reached over to kiss his lips deeply.

“Thank you. I love it. And I love you.” I whispered to him.

“I love you too, babe.” The rest of the dinner went into a blur. I was too focused on the BLING on my wrist. Jealous? That night though, I ‘thanked’ him properly. Oh yes. I ‘thanked’ him over and over and over again.

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The next few days we kind of slowed down and relaxed on the beach or walked the strip. But one night, we decided to go clubbing. Me, always a fan of music and partying...........
and drinking, thought we should take advantage of these ‘down under’ clubs. Dicky dressed in some slightly loose fitted jeans, a green army print thermal shirt, and a black t-shirt over it. He accentuated with a very big silver belt buckle, chain on his neck, and an all black baseball cap. I put on fitted jeans, a blue and white stripped cashmere 3 button shirt, and a blue paperboy hat. I was pulling off this modern French boy look. I just needed the red scarf to tie around my neck, which I didn’t have.

The club we went to was located near the beach and it was called The Rocking Horse. It was a gay club, but their were still a few straight people there or maybe they just swung both ways. When we arrived, we stopped at the bar first, so we (“I”) could get a drink. I ordered a sex on the beach and Dicky ordered tequila shots. The club was nice, with its strobe lights, neon colors, flavored fog, and DJ in the balcony. In the far corner, was a closed in stage that had what looked like soap suds oozing out the ceiling from four different tubes. People were in there either dancing, kissing, and from what it looked like........groping.

We were just taking in the sights when two young men sat next to us. One was a tall fellow with short honey blonde Brad Pitt hair and the slightly shorter one was a red head with long, thick hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. They were both dressed similar in fitted jeans and white button shirts. Though, the shorter one\'s pants had glitter over them. I had to give it to them, they were cute. “Hi.” The blonde one said to Dicky.

“Hey.”

“You two come here together?”

“Yes. You?”

The blonde smiled and wrapped his arm around the red head’s shoulders. “Yes. This is Bernard Franklin and my name’s Francis Lafollette. Yours?”

“I’m Richard Taylor and this is Andrew Payne.” I shook both their hands. As we kept talking to them, we found out they both lived in California, only 20 minutes away from our home. And like us, they were married too. I noticed right off, Bernard was the fiesty one with all the mouth (hence the red hair) and Francis was a bit more reserved, but not too stiff.

When I’m drunk at a party, I tend to get a bit loose and fidgety. You didn’t know that while I was going to parties at college because I was too focused on fucking. The music that was playing was all American songs; some rap, a little R&B, a bit of pop rock and hard rock, etc. It was a good mix of everything. But this song came on that sounded too damn good to sit down on; 50 Cent’s Candyshop. By the time that came on, I was already two sexes on the beach and one margarita out my mind. I looked up from where I was sitting and spotted a short haired blonde girl gesturing for me to join her. I cocked and eyebrow. “I’ll be right back.” I walked to where she was and danced. During which, another girl came up from behind me and danced. So I was sandwiched inbetween. Didn’t mind at all. I knew Dicky didn’t either. He knew he could trust me around girls, it was the wandering eyes of the boys he didn’t like. The blonde chick turned with her back facing me and started grinding her ass into my groin and the girl behind me wrapped her arms around my waist. I just laughed and fell right into it. I snapped my fingers with the beat and rolled my hips to graze the girl infront of me and behind me. I was drunk and was having a great time. I snuck a peek towards the bar to see what Dicky was doing. He sat on the stool with an empty shot glass in one hand and an intense look on his face. A slight grin showed up while he was slowly bobbing his head to the music. He was staring straight at me. He was getting warm, I could tell it. So, to give him a little show, I placed my hands on the blonde girl’s hip and when I caught his attention with my eyes, I winked at him. He smiled. Once, I was so drunk at a club back home, I grabbed Dicky on to the dance floor, wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, and I freaked him. Yes, I freaked him on the dance floor. That meant I grinded my ass anyway a girl or gay could possibly grind it, into his groin, for those of you who needed a definition. I had him so excited, by the end of the night, I ended up freaking HIM, but he ended up fucking ME in the backseat of his car in the club parking lot.

“Work it, girl!” I heard Bernard yell to me over the music. I laughed. Dicky doesn’t dance as much as I do, but when he does, his moves are..........how do I say it.......smooth? He has a lot of leg and hip movement that looks as undulating as flowing water. He says his grandmother on his father’s side taught him how to dance her native Cuban dances. To this day, you can still see the latin flavor in his movements.

When the song was over, a slow song came on and I grabbed my lover to the floor. I put my arms around his neck and leaned my forehead against his as he placed his hands on my hips. Francis and Bernard were slow dancing next to us. “I love the way you dance.” I told him in my slightly drunken state.

“Why thank you.”

“You know, I thought when we first went dancing with the rest of the gang from college, I thought you had two left feet. Cause big, muscular guys tend to look a bit goofy when they dance. But it works for you, love.”

“Wow. Aren’t you a smooth talker.” He said laughing.

“Oh yeah baby. I’m a regular Casta....... Casanova. Hey, do you have a mirror in your pocket?”

“............No. Why?”

“Cause, I can see myself in your pants.” I laughed. Boy was I smashed.

Dicky shut me up by kissing me full on the lips. “Shut your mouth and dance.” I laid my head on his shoulder, with a hand running through the back of his dark hair, and let the music move me. Dicky’s hands started to move on my back. One hand lifted to rub across the top of my back near the shoulder blades, and the other wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me closer to him. If that was remotely possible. “Have I told you how much I love you recently?” He whispered to me. His warm breath tickled my ear.

“You mean in the past five minutes? No.”

“Well then, I love you.” He snuggled his face into my shoulder and I into his. Gradually, our dance started to turn into something more intimate. And I don’t mean intimate as in sexual, but a sensual moment. I believe we actually stopped moving and just stood in the middle of the dance floor holding one another.

The dance was over and Bernard and Francis walked to us. We were still cuddling, even exchanging a few kisses. We are so sweet, it’s sickening. “Uh, the dance is over.” Francis said. Completely oblivious to our surroundings, we finally let go.

“Geez, I thought WE were too sweet, Bernie.” Dicky and I laughed. When all four of us left the club, our new friends invited us to their hotel suite for a bit of talking and late night strawberry daiquiris. They were stretched out together on the couch in the livingroom and we were seated on the love seat. Dicky’s arm was wrapped around the back of the chair and I rested a hand on his knee.

If anyone wasn’t drunk at the club, they were certainly three sheets in the wind by then. “Videotapes.” Bernard said or slurred rather. “Have you ever made a tape?”

“A tape of what?” Dicky asked as he sipped on his drink.

“A sex tape?”

I chuckled at the thought while swirling my drink in the glass. “That’ll be interesting.”

Dicky rolled his eyes. “That’ll be the DAY.” He countered.

TBC.............R&R.