Mistaken Identity

For a day at the beach, a little overcast and some rain had been a good thing for just the perfect moment in time. Though many families had packed up and left for the day, the evening had made its own little crowd of loving couples and playful University kids on summer break. For the singles, it had been a time to reflect on either being single or dreaming of what love might be like. Tonight was no exception.

He strolled down the boardwalk for an hour, daydreaming and reveling in the sea breeze and loose feel of the ocean. The city life had made him weary and he deserved a vacation, on the other side of the country, from it. His chestnut hair was shaggy but scraped his collar on his light blue button-up long-sleeved shirt. Hands in the pockets of his white cotton pants that had been rolled at the ankles and bare feet that had been tanned with the afternoon's sun. A slender young man in his early 30s was feeling younger by the minute as the stress of the New Jersey city life rapidly melted away.

Dodging the occasional bicycler and playful children, he strolled down the wooden walkway and stopped to admire the innocent views of the small shops on the strip. As he looked around at the people on the boardwalk, he wasn't surprised when his eyes passed over two men, one much older than the other. Shivering as he calmed himself into coincidence, he couldn't help but feel that they had been stalking him the whole day. Perhaps he should call it a day and head back to the hotel.

Catching a small glance at the two men, he started as the younger of the two, dressed in a gray business suit, took a step toward him. Being apart of the Jersey crowd, he knew how to handle himself in a fight; however, he hadn't been so sure about what was about to happen in California. Figuring not to get into trouble, quickly he turned and jogged further down the boardwalk, close to where his hotel was located.

"Wait! Stop! Look out!" The voice of the younger man of the two gentlemen was yelling at him from 25 steps back.

That had been just enough distraction for him to turn his head while his body ran smack into a bicyclist that was dressed for a marathon. The cyclist stopped and they collided, sending him sprawling back with a thump on the hot wooden planks. He lay there with his eyes closed, waiting for the world to stop spinning before opening them.

"Is he alright?" The cyclist seemed genuinely worried.

Another voice that sounded from right beside him answered the question, "yea, he's just a little stunned."

The cyclist stared down at the man he hit and watched him open his eyes in a daze of confusion. Obvious pain contorted his expression. "He should see a doctor."

Blurred blue eyes tried to find their focus on the face that loomed over him but it was impossible to see past the ringing in his ears and the sharp pain in back of his head.

"Thank you. I will have my physician check him out when we get home. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I'm sure he'll be alright. The sun was just a bit much for him, today." Curly, short black hair framed a chiseled face. His brown eyes smiled down at the young man in his arms, now fighting to stand up. He had looked about the young man, brushing his fingers lightly over the bump on the back of the young man's head. "Do you know where you are?" Taking the shake of the head as an answer, he smiled to himself and stood up, pulling the young man to his feet. "Careful, my boy, you've had a busy day. Come, let's get you home." He had turned them around and walked back up the boardwalk after waving the cyclist away. The man's arm around the younger man's shoulders was about the only thing keeping him upright.

His thoughts were scattered. Who was he? Where was he? Who was holding him up? "Home? Do I know you? You-- know me?"

The man laughed as they had made it back over to the older man, who had been walking up to them. "Michael, of course you know who I am. I'm Nicholas Hanson. Nick?" Stopping as the third man joined them, he turned to the young man. "You do remember your fiancé, right?"

Michael scratched his head softly. "My what? Is she here?"

The two older men exchanged looks and smiled as the older of the three shook his head. "Michael, this is your fiancé. Nicholas." The man was graying but had already silvered around the sides of his thinning hair. Thin-rimmed glasses and a round face made the man believable. He was handsome for mid-fifties and well-maintained in the body. The only difference between Nicholas and the older gentleman was their age. Both had been around the same height and all three had stood within an inch taller than the other.

"Are you his father?"

The older man laughed heartily at the comment. "No, no, my boy. I'm his doctor. Your doctor. My name is Dr. Henry Madison. Come, let's get back to the house so I can check you out and give you something for that headache you must have." As Michael looked down at the wooden planks in front of him, Nicholas and the doctor shared a sly grin.

~~~

"There we are, my boy. Except for the bump and some dizziness, your head should clear up after some rest. Don't worry about feeling foggy. If we can get you back to your routine, it should all come back, in time." Dr. Madison put away his stethoscope and eyed the young man lying on Nicholas' elegant queen-sized bed. He had already instructed Michael to remove his clothing, saying that Michael had always preferred to be naked around the house.

Michael had done so but felt reluctant to show his nicely kept body, eventhough the doctor insisted it was a normal thing for him to parade around in the nude. "Are you sure? I don't feel this is right; me being naked in a strange-- Nick's home." He sat up and swung his long legs over the side, trying to hide his waking manhood.

Nick leaned against the doorframe and smiled at the scene. "How did he fair, Henry? Will he be able to walk down the aisle next week?" Looking from the doctor to Michael, Nick strolled over to his young lover and kissed the top of his head.

Dr. Madison zipped up his bag that sat on the dresser between the bedroom door and the bathroom door and turned to look at the two men. "Oh, yes. He'll be good as new by then." Holding a syringe with yellow liquid in it out to Nick, the doctor reminded him, "don't forget his medication. I left several vials on the dresser and will be back to check on him tomorrow. Good night, gents. You'll do just fine, Michael. You just need to get back into your regular habits is all." Tossing a smile at Nick and placing the syringe into the man's jacket pocket, he excused himself from the room.

"Wait for me downstairs, Henry. There's something I want to ask you." Nick turned back from the doorway to Michael and bent down to kiss the youth on the lips before excusing himself to talk to the physician. "I'll be right back, my love."

The beachfront home had been cleanly decorated in fine arts and scarce furniture. A grand marble staircase sat in the middle of the first floor, separating the den from the kitchen and living room. They had stopped in mid-descent to talk, keeping their voices low.

While the doctor had kept Michael busy with simple tests, Nick had taken the opportunity to remove the clothing Michael wore, rifling through the pockets. "The cardkey says The Edson, 2224." Handing the doctor a small, thick brown wallet. "Check him out and bring his things to my office."

Madison nodded and reminded the other on the dosage and time of the next shot. "See you tomorrow, Nick." With a final smile, the man was gone from the house.

~~~

The rest of the night had been no different for Michael. He had made his way, naked, around the spacious and slightly chilly home, trying to remember his strange environment. Deflated, he shook his head. "Nothing. This is all strange to me." He stopped in front of the roaring fire in the antiquated fireplace and stared up at the Van Gogh painting that hung on the mantle, his back to the other man. His hands permanently fixed covering his groin. "My head still hurts."

Nicholas had been admiring the young man's exquisite body since they had been home. Wetting his lips and strolling up to stand behind him, he placed his warm, strong hands on Michael's cool forearms. "It will all come back. Don't force it, my love."

Michael turned around to stare at Nick. "Why do you keep calling me that? I don't know you,-- do I?"

With his arms now fully around the younger man, and their noses barely touching, Nick smiled. "Yes, Mikey, you do know me. And you are going to be my husband, next week. Now, the doctor said to get you into your routine, and so we shall." Placing Michael's arms around his own waist and pressing himself against the naked body, Nick started slow in kissing him, gingerly easing his hands down to the young, firm buttocks that warmed with the fire. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he carefully kept the lad busy as he readied the next dose of yellow liquid.

"Ouch."

Nick smiled and kissed Michael again, apologising for the pain of the injection.

"I need headache medicine every two hours, in the ass?" Michael pulled away.

Another hushed laugh as Nick explained. "No. This is your medication for your blood sugar. You insisted that you couldn't take a needle in the arm so, you have me insert it elsewhere."

Michael tilted his head in thought. "I'm diabetic?"

"No. But, these shots keep you from becoming one." Rubbing the prick site, Nick kissed him again and pressed them together. "Are you hungry yet? I've made us some salad and sandwiches."

Nodding, Michael agreed and let Nick lead him into the dining room where two bowls of salads and sandwiches awaited them at the small, glass table. The soft peach carpet and blue-grey walls made the room look a little bigger than it was. The dining room and kitchen had been attached to each other whereas the dining room and living room were separated by a wall. The kitchen being slightly bigger than the dining room measured about the same square footage as the living room. The curtains had been closed at Michael's request, being that he was naked and didn't want everyone outside to see him.

They sat in silence and ate. Michael would occasionally shift his position on the black vinyl chair as if trying to conceal his firm and mysterious erection.

Nick's brow furrowed as he took a bite of sandwich. Chewing and swallowing the bite, he looked through the glass of the table and noted the arousal of the man across from him. "Everything alright, my love?"

Face flushing, Michael nodded. "Does the medication always-- *ahem* make me,... you know?"

"Horny?" Nick asked with a smile. "Yes. And everytime it does, you have to relieve yourself of it."

Michael straightened, hands flying to cover his manhood. "If I go pee, it'll go away?"

"Not pee, no. More like sex."

"Sex?" Michael swallowed hard. "With you?"

"Michael, we are hardly strangers in bed. And, yes, sex with me. You have always preferred it with a man." Nick put his fork down after placing a cherry tomato in his mouth and letting the juice spray the inside of his mouth as he smushed it. "Come. I will go slow for tonight. Okay?"

Reluctantly taking the offered hand, Michael allowed himself to be led upstairs and into the bedroom, once again. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched, curiously, as Nick undressed. The older man was very nicely built and not a shred of gray or fat on him. Michael assumed they both must workout often. Catching Nick's eye, he quickly averted his to look around the room. A light tan room with white doors and framing. To the left of him was the closed closet door, and to his right was the window with lace curtains. The room door was ahead and to the left, as the master bathroom was ahead and to the right of him. In between had been Nick, now naked and readying himself for sex.

"Lay back and spread your legs, my love." Nick's voice was husky with passion.

Oddly enough, Michael obliged the request. "Don't we need lotion or something?" His eyes never left the throbbing erection that seemed too big to fit inside his body.

Nick knelt down and grinned at his lover. "Not necessarily." Reaching up and spreading the soft globes of flesh, he began running his tongue against the warm crack, dabbing into the tight hole with the tip. Gasps and cooing kept him going until his own erection ached for something more. Gathering saliva in his mouth, Nick spat a wad of wetness into the tight hole and then moved to help Michael lay further back on the bed.

"Condom?" The word came out instead of meeting the other man's lips as Nick loomed above.

"Of course." Nick kissed Michael's lips and slinked off of the bed and over to a drawer in the honey-oak dresser with matching mirror. It was a low, three-drawer high and three-drawer wide dresser with a big, elegant square mirror on top. The top corner drawer next to the bedroom door was where Nick had retrieved the condoms from. As he turned back to his lover, he tossed the extra one as well as the empty wrapper of the one he held in his hand, and walked back to the bed, sliding the latex down onto his erection. "Ready?"

A shaky nod.

Nick crawled onto the bed to lie beside Michael. "Don't worry, I promise you'll remember this." Placing two fingers to his lips, he spit again, making sure it was a sizeable amount, and eased his fingers between Michael's legs. The middle finger was first, letting the spit slick the opening before pressing the first finger in.

A sharp hiss as Michael raised up on his elbows to watch the ministrations of the other man. He was being stretched with fingers and his curiosity of having Nick's rather large manhood inside was giving him second thoughts. As the fingers started a sawing motion, Michael's eyes widened as Nick was moving his body to better accommodate his lover during their play. He watched Nick hold himself at Michael's opening and slipped the slick fingers out before quickly replacing them with the big head of his cock.

It had been Nick's turn to gasp. "Oh, my love, you are so tight. It is amazing how you've managed to go this long without my body in yours." Gingerly, he slid himself deeper inch by extremely slow inch, reveling in the tightness of his lover's channel. When he was completely inside, he paused at Michael's request as he wiped away beaded tears at the corners of Michael's eyes. "It's alright." Kissing the youth again, he placed a hand on Michael's hip as he slowly removed himself only to press himself back in a little faster this time.

At the fourth push in, Michael placed both hands flat against Nick's slightly hairy chest and asked to stop completely. He was relieved when Nick agreed and slowly withdrew. He apologised to the other man but was reassured that it was not time yet for full sex. With his erection still maddeningly hard, he started to excuse himself to the bathroom but was halted as Nick carefully wrapped a firm hand around Michael's shaft and jerked him off, lovingly.

Michael was soon lost in passion and forgot that someone else- someone strange to him- was giving him a hand job. Laying flat on his back with his eyes closed, Michael only gasped as Nick's warm mouth closed around his length and started a sucking motion until he couldn't take it anymore. Blushing and cooing as he panted, Michael didn't open his eyes as he realised that he was being graciously swallowed.


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