Exploring My True Self

Jeff had to catch an early plane back to Wisconsin. We got up at 6AM to say goodbye. We were all exhausted. I was impressed that Jeff was able to get up and ready to go on time considering the night we had. He got on the elevator to go downstairs and grab the shuttle to the airport, and the rest of us went back to bed. We all had long drives ahead of us and needed some more rest.

When I got up it was almost 11 o’clock, everyone else was up and packing. I jumped in the shower, got dressed, packed my bag and we were all ready to go. After we checked out we grabbed a quick lunch at a little café a few buildings down, then walked back to the hotel to grab our bags from the valet and headed down to the parking garage together. We loaded up Alex’s car as Matty walked down the aisle to find his yelling back to us “Next year. Same time. Same place, bitches!” We got in the car and headed home.

That was the end of the wildest weekend and year of my life.

The next couple of months were extremely tame compared to New Years Eve. Sex-wise that is. Career-wise it was chaos for both of us. Randy and I were working 24/7 in our new jobs. Plus we had accepted Jordan’s offer to join the board of the new company. Everything was still in the planning stages as Jordan searched for the perfect property to be our flagship. In between all of that we had started planning our wedding. We still hadn’t officially picked a date, but we had a vision for what we wanted. We both got home late almost every night and were living on takeout food. New house rule: first one home picks up dinner.

Oh, my new Range Rover got delivered the first week of January. I loved it. Randy got a little jealous and decided to trade in his old Accord for a new Audi A8. Our careers were going great, the cash was flowing in, and our relationship was strong. Our lifestyle was becoming very settled. Our wild sex days were on hold for a while as we adjusted to everything and set ourselves up for the future. We had been smart with our raises and bonuses and were able to put away quite a bit of money in a short time.

It was mid-March when Randy called me at about 2:00 on a Wednesday afternoon asking if I could break away early. I met him in front of my building about 4:00. He drove up in my Jeep with the top down and the music blaring. It had just been sitting the garage collecting dust since I got the Rover, it was good to see it back on the road. I jumped in, still wearing a suit and tie while Randy was lounging behind the wheel in shorts and a Tee-shirt. We kissed hello and he pulled away from the curb.

“What’s going on? Where are we going? I feel extremely over-dressed.” I said, curious to know what this was all about.

“I had a meeting this morning with the son of one of our clients who passed away, Jack Mason. Jack was older and moved to California several months ago to live with his son and recently passsed. The son is in town handling his affairs. I met with him at his father’s house earlier today.” He stopped there.

“And…?” I asked with a confused look on my face and my interest piqued as we headed towards the hilly area surrounding our favorite resort.

“Aaaaaand…” Randy continued as we kept rolling forward turning onto a road that lead into one of our favorite neighborhoods in the desert hills. We had driven down this road several times before, it was one of my favorites. The houses were older, each unique with a little land and natural desert landscaping. The neighbors weren’t too close and the views were spectacular. “He’s selling his father’s home. It’s been empty for months, hasn’t been updated in decades and he doesn’t want to deal with the hassle of fixing it up, emptying it out, and trying to sell it. He’s willing to let it go cheap if he can avoid realtor fees, and the other hassles and sell it as is. The buyer will have to empty it out” He went on.

“and….?” I asked

“and… I told him we were interested. This place could be perfect for us. Wait ‘til you see it.” He said pulling into the long driveway of a very cute, albeit neglected, stucco, ranch style house surrounded by overgrown desert landscape. I was totally caught off guard. We had talked about buying a bigger place together, maybe even fixing something up. We had gone to several open houses and had been searching on-line, but nothing caught our collective eye. We even went out looking with a realtor a few times, but that was an epic fail. She didn’t really get what we were looking for and just kept showing us more tract houses. If that condescending bitch would’ve said “perfect for a couple like you”just one more time as she showed us another ugly tract house I may have punched her. So, we had put the house search on hold for a while until we could find the time to look and the right realtor to guide us.

Like I said, we’d driven down this road several times, but I never noticed this house before, probably because it was hidden by the brush. We’d dreamed about this neighborhood but frankly thought it would be several years before we could even think about affording it.

“I love you, but you’re dreaming, cowboy” I said as we got out of the Jeep and walked toward the door. I was looking around while Randy pulled the keys out of his pocket and fumbled with the lock. Man, this place had obviously been ignored for years but I’ll bet it was gorgeous in its day. Even though it was built in the 80’s it had a 1960’s Hollywood Hills vibe to it. It was very understated. Randy got the door opened and we walked in, it was like going back in time about thirty years. Everything was in good condition but covered with a couple layers of dust. It hadn’t been updated since it was built. Lots of pink and seafoam green on the walls…it looked more like a 1980’s winter home in Florida than a home in the desert. The furniture was all big and over-stuffed and there was a lot of it. The place was very cluttered, but the bones were definitely there. The house was an L shape, with the attached three-car garage in the front almost making it into a full-U with a patio and pool in the middle. There were windows and glass doors across the back of both wings of the house leading out to the empty pool, and the elevated view was breathtaking. Like I said, it had this 1960’s Hollywood Hills vibe. You know, subtle elegance. I was picturing handsome men waking around in smoking jackets sipping martini’s around the pool.

The main living area had cathedral ceilings with windows going up to the top, bringing in a lot of light and exposing the gorgeous views. We could definitely make something of this. Randy already had a vision. As he shared it with me I started to see what he did and added my own ideas to his. Our visions for the house started to blend and soon we were picturing what this house could be… our home, and it was awesome. “Randy, this could be the perfect home, but there’s no way in fucking hell we can afford it.” I said, “It’s just a day dream”

“Do you think I’d bring you here just to tease you? He wants to dump it and is asking about half of what it’s really worth if we take it as is and handle getting rid of the contents. He just wants it gone. I crunched the numbers a hundred different ways. With the equity in your place and a little more for the down payment…which we’ve got, we could get a loan that would cover the price of the house and the rehab, Our mortgage would be more than affordable based on our income…granted the taxes will suck, but we could still save a little every month and put our bonuses away. Kev, we both have great credit ratings and the only debt is your house and my car payment…and I could pay that off tomorrow if we had to. We can really fucking do this!”

I was trying not to get swept up in the emotion and be the voice of reason “But we live so cheaply right now. What if one of us loses our job, or what if you numbers are wrong, or what if something……“ Randy cut me off.

“We sell the place for a profit and find another ugly little tract house. They’re a dime a dozen. This place will be worth a freaking fortune when we’re done with it. We can get our money back overnight if we ever have to.” He said

I took a deep breath “You know….” I said as we stood there near the pool admiring the view. “We could make this a showplace and get married right here, on this spot and put some of the money we were saving for the wedding towards the rehab” I was getting excited thinking about the possibilities. I could see us building our future together, here in this old, outdated relic. I turned and kissed Randy, just a peck at first, then more passionately. Soon we were groping each other’s crotches. It had been at least a week since we made love.

We were getting pretty hot and heavy when Randy pulled back and took my hand “let me show you the master bedroom again.” He said, dragging me back into the old house, through the living room, past the kitchen, down the seafoam green hallway that led to the master suite. He stripped me out of my suitcoat, ripped off my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and started biting my nipples as he pushed me down onto the mauve and green bedspread. All the while I was pulling off his tee-shirt and unbuttoning his shorts trying to get at his throbbing cock. It had been way too long since I touched it, even longer since I had it in me.

When we were both naked I buried my face in his armpit and inhaled deeply nuzzling my face into it. God I loved his scent, it was a combination of man sweat and just a hint of soap and cologne, it made me want him more. I started licking, moving my way to his other armpit, then his nipples and down his torso and abs, savoring every fucking inch of him as I approached my prize.

I flipped around, straddled his face getting into a sixty nine, I rolled us over so he was on top. His dick ready to slide down my throat and his sweet musky little pucker within reach of my tongue and fingers. I smacked his ass hard out of lust and he yelped with my hard dick in his mouth. I did it again. Then he smacked me back. I begged for more. I wanted it rough. As much as I wanted to make love to him right now, I wanted even more to fuck, and get fucked. Hard. I took his dick deep down my throat, loving the taste and texture of it. I pulled his ass down taking him deeper, he was taking me deep at the same time and I was thrusting my hips up as he went down on me.

I rolled us over so Randy was on his back, I flipped around, got between his legs and pushed his legs up to his chest and entered him with no lube other than our own saliva. My cock sunk into him with surprising ease. There I was, fucking Randy in the bed of a total stranger, in what I hoped would be our future home. The thought that someone could walk in on us at any moment just added to the excitement. I pumped in and out of him wanting so badly to cum in his ass, it had been so long.

I picked up my pace pumping harder into his warm, tight ass and was so close to cumming when Randy turned the tables on me. He flipped us over so I was now on my back with him riding my cock. He pulled off my straining cock and entered my ass in one swift move. He plunged deeply and unexpectantly. Before I had time to even process what just happened, he was buried in me, his full balls slapping me hard. I loved it! His cock filled my ass perfectly, and my ass was yearning to be filled. “Fuck me, Randy. Fuck me hard until you breed my ass. Give me your load you sexy fuck” I yelled as I pulled his face down to mine and our lips met in a lust-filled kissed. It felt so good to be intimate with him again, the heat from his body melting all my stress and worries away. Nothing else mattered at the moment but me and Randy.

“I’m gonna cum” he yelled like a man possessed as he pumped me as hard as he could “I’m gonna fucking cum in you, Kev.” His sweat was dripping off his forehead and onto my face. He had a look of determination on his face and fire in his eyes as he fucked me rough, smacking my ass as did, thrusting into me hard. I started to cum without even touching my dick.

“I’m cumming too, Randy. Keep fucking me. Fuck me harder. Give me your fucking load” I yelled, I wanted to feel his cum shooting in me so badly, I wanted to drain every drop of cum out of him. He grunted and thrust into me as deeply as he could, his balls were pressed hard into my ass crack as he unleaded into me. It. Felt. Awesome.

Randy fell on top of me, my ass full of his cum and our bodies covered in mine. We just lay there for a while in our own sweat and cum with is full weight on me. He kissed me and just said “Well…?”

I answered without hesitation “Yup. This is the house.” He chuckled and kissed me passionately.

We put our clothes on as best we could over our wet, sticky bodies, I’d definitely be dropping this suit off at the dry cleaners tomorrow.

We walked through the house again, taking a closer look at everything. Then we took another look around outside, checking out the condition of the exterior, the pool, the roof, the overgrown landscaping, and trying to identify where the property lines were. We had a lot of questions, concerns and ideas. But one thing was for sure. We wanted this house.

As we walked back to the Jeep, Randy called the owner’s son and made an initial verbal offer. He accepted without haggling. His main concern was that we took it as is with all the contents except for some personal items so he didn’t have to deal with it. He would attach a list of what he wanted to the written offer.

On the way home I called my dad and asked him to help us put the offer in writing. He agreed and asked me to email him the property details and the terms of our offer and he’d write it up. This was really happening! We were buying our dream home… or technically buying the place we would turn into our dream home. The place we would build our life together as a married couple.

Over the next couple of days we finalized the offer, applied for the loan scheduled the inspection, and met with contractor after contractor to get estimates and talk through ideas. The good news was that the inspection went great. The roof and electrical had been updated, the plumbing was good, even the pool was in great condition, just dirty. Everything we wanted to do was cosmetic. The bad news was that we had big ideas and they weren’t going to be cheap.

I also contacted a friend of a friend that does estate liquidations to come and take a look at the contents of the house and we started to planned and estate sale for any of the pieces we didn’t plan to keep, which was most of it.

It was a huge project, but we dove right in and the end result would be worth whatever work it took to get there. Our loan was approved quickly and we closed within a month, however, It would be several months by the time we emptied the place and finished the rehab, so we were in no hurry to put sell my place. For the next two months we spent every night and weekend working on the place as the contractors took down walls to open more rooms to the beautiful views and make the floorplan flow better. The kitchen and all three and a half bathrooms were gutted and rebuilt (that’s where most of our budget went).

The A’s were awesome. The jumped in and help every step of the way. They helped us move all the contents to the garage where we stored it until the estate sale. They worked side-by-side with us cleaning up the landscaping, painting the exterior, and anything else that needed to be done. They were really into it.

When it was time to list my house they came to us and said they were interested in buying it. I laughed and said “remember the first time you were here and how much shit you gave me for living in a cookie-cutter tract house in suburbia.” He laughed and said, “Well, shit changes.” They’d been living together a couple of months and it looked like Adam would be in Phoenix permanently. His time in the Marine’s was up and he decided not to reenlist. Instead, he took a job with a civilian company in Phoenix to be with Alex.

After a lot of discussion and number crunching we came up with a price that gave us what we needed out of it, and made it a great deal for them. We also gave them the pick of anything we were going to sell in the estate sale. Last but not least, I reluctantly agreed to leave the hot tub behind. Let’s face it, that thing held a lot of memories (and god only knows what else). I was sure Bonnie would be thrilled with her new neighbors.

The four of us had come a long way in less than a year’s time. From strangers, to anonymous sex partners, to fuck buddies, to friends, to two loving couples helping each other through life.

To be continued…