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|-- ERIK --|
Jim finished the updates to the blueprints pretty quickly – by late February. Tracer and I met him over in Blacksburg at the boys' apartment the following week. He went over all the changes with the four of us. He answered a ton of questions and asked a few of his own.
"Have you picked a general contractor?" Jim asked. "I'm not familiar with any in your area."
"One of my employees recommended his brother-in-law," I replied. "We're supposed to go look at some of his work and talk to some of his former customers next week."
"Review his work closely and make sure you listen to what the references really say. Even family referrals can be bad at times."
"I don't think Randy would have recommended him to us if he wasn't good, but I agree that we should check him out," Tracer added.
"Once you have selected the contractor, let's set up a meeting so we can go over the blueprints and make sure everything is clear."
"How long will this take?" Ryan asked.
"That depends on a lot of factors – are you moving out so that everything can be gutted at once? Or will this be done in phases? How big a team is the contractor bringing to work on the place? How easy is it to get the supplies needed? That all being said, I would think between nine and eighteen months."
"Oh, wow," Will exclaimed. "That's a lot of time."
"There're a lot of changes being made to the house," Jim reminded us. "You two are going to be living in the middle of chaos for quite a while."
I looked at Tracer and his face showed a combination of concern and fear.
"I'm sure we'll survive," I replied.
We discussed a few other details. After things were settled, the five of us went out for dinner.
As Tracer drove us back to the farm, I turned in my seat a bit.
"You worried about living in the construction zone?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess I am," he said. "You know me. I like things neat, tidy, and orderly."
"True. I don't know what else we could do. I don't want to move off the property while the construction is going on."
"How about I look into some options?" Tracer replied.
"Options like what?"
"Well… what if we rented a trailer? You know, we could get a mobile home brought in while the construction is going on."
"That's a possibility," I admitted. "Check out the costs and then we can decide."
"Deal," Tracer agreed.
We reviewed the work of Randy's brother-in-law, Burt, and were very impressed. His work was well finished and the folks we talked to spoke of his meticulous attention to detail. He obviously took pride in the jobs he did.
Tracer and I sat down with Burt and discussed the project. I had the blueprints and he reviewed them in detail. Jim came up a week later and we all reviewed the project together. Burt had a few suggestions which he indicated would save some money without significantly changing the designs. Jim agreed with the suggestions.
Burt's team started on the new office the first week of March. The project was scheduled to take two months. I wanted the office done before they started on the house.
Sunday April ninth, I got up at my normal time and went into the bathroom to shower. When I came out of the bathroom, Tracer was already showered and dressed. Looking at him in a pair of khakis and a nice polo shirt, I was confused.
"I don't think you should be wearing that to work in," I commented.
"I'm not working today and neither are you," he responded. "Surprise!"
"Huh?" I grunted.
"It's finally my turn to plan a surprise for you. Get dressed, I pulled out some clothes for you. I'll meet you in the kitchen."
I dressed quickly – jeans, a nice button-down shirt and my best boots. I walked into the kitchen to find Tracer putting some stuff in a bag.
"OK, so what's the surprise?" I asked.
"Oh no. You're not getting out of this that easy. I packed a breakfast – come on."
He led me out to his truck and had me climb in.
"There are some hot sausage and egg biscuits in the bag. Here's a travel mug of coffee. Buckle up, we've got a bit of a drive ahead of us."
Tracer got us on the road and I quickly realized we were headed for Tennessee.
"Going to your folks? What about Gavin and Jakes?"
"Feel free to guess all you like," he replied.
"Hmmmmm… skiing in Gatlinburg?"
"I'm not going to answer, but you can keep guessing."
"OK. I give up." With that I just sat back in the seat and enjoyed the ride.
We pulled into the long-term parking lot at Tri-Cities airport.
"Um, Tracer, what's going on?"
"Just a little birthday present!"
"But I'm not ready for a trip, the farm, the house…"
"All handled!" Tracer assured me. "I've been planning this for over three months. Janet and all the guys have been in on it from the start."
"I'm not packed."
"Yes, you are. I packed your suitcase last night. Your bag and mine are under the tarp."
"OK. I'm surprised. Where are we going?"
"You'll see," Tracer replied.
We got to the terminal and up to the counter. Tracer handed me my ticket.
"Miami?" I asked. "We're going to Miami?"
"Well, that's part one."
Sitting on the plane, I turned to Tracer.
"OK. So we're going to Miami. What are the plans?"
"You'll learn as things progress."
The flights were uneventful. A connection in Atlanta and then we were in Miami.
We gathered our bags and Tracer led me to the car rental counter.
"The reservation is under Chamberlain," Tracer said.
"Erik?" the clerk asked.
"Yup," Tracer replied.
"Here it is – a one week rental of a Ford Mustang convertible with unlimited mileage."
"That's the one," Tracer answered. He turned to me and smiled. "I'm under twenty-five, so the car has to be in your name."
"That's fine," I answered.
We loaded the bags into the back of the car and I got us underway.
"Mind telling me where I'm going?"
"I'll give you directions."
Tracer had me drive and I realized quickly we weren't headed into Miami. Instead we were headed west and then he turned us south.
"Have you figured it out yet?" Tracer asked.
"I'm just confused," I admitted. "I thought we were going to Miami."
"Nope. Tonight and tomorrow night we are staying in a little bed and breakfast in Key Largo. Tomorrow I have us scheduled to go snorkeling in the John Pennekamp Coral Reef. Tuesday night, we're in a guest house on Marathon Key. Wednesday we drive to Key West and we're staying at a gay guest house there till Saturday. We drive back to Miami and fly out late Saturday."
"I've always wanted to see the Keys. How did you know?"
"Janet told me. I was trying to figure out some way to surprise you. She helped me figure out a way!"
"I'm not only surprised, I'm thrilled!"
"You can show me how thrilled you are tonight!" Tracer said. "Why didn't you discuss going to the Keys with me?"
"Honestly? After I met you, I dropped all ‘my' plans and started working with you to formulate ‘our' plans. On some things it has taken me longer to get to the ‘our' than on others."
"Well, just because we are a ‘we' now doesn't mean you have to give up all your dreams. I just had a stupid thought. Find a place and pull over a minute."
I found a wide spot on the shoulder and started pulling over. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"We're in a convertible sports car – don't you think we should have the top down so we can enjoy this wonderful weather?"
"Damn right!" I agreed.
Once pulled over, I figured out how to get the top down. With the top down, I pulled back onto the highway.
I kept asking Tracer questions about the itinerary.
"Look, other than places to stay each night and the snorkeling reservations for tomorrow – I honestly don't have much planned. I figured we could wing it and just do what we want to do. There are some places that I read about that might be nice to check out," he replied.
"Sounds good to me," I answered. "What's first on the possibilities?"
"There's this weird place up ahead called the Coral Castle," he replied. "Some guy spent like 30 years building this place."
"So?" I asked.
"It's made of something like a thousand tons of coral stone and the story is that he did all the work himself."
"That will be something to see," I admitted.
We drove in silence for a short while.
"I don't know if I can thank you enough for this," I told Tracer. "I can't believe I'm going to finally get to see the Keys!"
"I'm just glad I could finally find a way to surprise you!"
"You really did," I agreed.
We were just north of Homestead when we saw the sign for the Coral Castle. The structure was truly amazing and the mystery surrounding its creation seemed intriguing. At some point I'd have to search the Internet for more details on the story.
After leaving the Castle, we drove south on US Route One cutting through an edge of the Everglades before crossing into Key Largo. By this time it was late afternoon so we checked-in at the bed-and-breakfast and then walked around the neighborhood a bit. The owners of the B&B recommended a great seafood restaurant where we had dinner.
We were resting in our room after dinner.
"You look so happy," Tracer said.
"Well, I'm with the man I love in a place I've always wanted to visit as part of a birthday surprise," I answered. "What could make me happier?"
"Winning a million dollars?" he quipped.
"Naw that would just cause troubles. I'm content to have things the way they are," I paused a minute. "I guess we should unpack – we are here two nights as I recall."
"That we are," Tracer responded.
"What all did you pack for me?" I asked as I grabbed my bag.
"Toiletries, a couple pair of jeans, two nice shirts, underwear, swim trunks, shorts, etc."
I started pulling my clothes out of the bag and putting them into the drawers. I hate living out of a suitcase even if it is for only one night. As I dug through the bag I found an item I didn't recognize.
"What are these?" I asked – holding up a small amount of bright yellow and orange fabric.
"That is a gift from Ryan and Will. They sent them to me to surprise you."
"I'm not sure I'd be comfortable wearing these," I admitted.
"You'll look great in those Erik. Those Speedos will show off your assets when we get to Key West."
"I think they'll show off a bit too much," I complained.
"Strip and try them on. I know they are the right waist size, I checked them against your underwear."
I went ahead and stripped down to nothing. I picked up the Speedos and slipped them on.
"Pretty revealing," I said.
"Not at all, they just show off your ass nicely. Plus it lets everyone see just how furry you really are! Yum!"
Tracer stood and walked over in front of me. He rubbed his hand over my crotch.
"I think they fit really well," he stated.
"They aren't going to fit at all if you keep doing that," I pointed out.
"OK," he replied and dropped his hand. But instead of moving away, he dropped down on his haunches and started running his mouth over my crotch in the Speedos.
"Fuck," I moaned. "What a way to christen these."
Tracer kept working his mouth over my dick inside the Speedos – causing it to firm up and lengthen.
"I'm gonna ruin these the first time I wear them if you don't stop."
"They've got a lot of stretch built into them," Tracer reminded me.
He didn't let them stay stretched out very long – instead he pushed the Speedos down, allowing my dick to spring free. Once free, he started licking my dick as if it was a lollipop. I moaned and groaned appropriately for the amount of loving attention he was giving my dick.
After licking it for a good while, Tracer wrapped his lips around the head of my dick and sucked it in deep. He worked his mouth all the way down my shaft.
"Aw, yeah!" I moaned.
He pulled off my dick and stood up. "This isn't too easy on my legs," he said. Tracer walked over to the bed and lay across it. His head hung off the edge. "Fill me up!"
I walked over and straddled his head letting my dick slip between his lips and down into his mouth. It didn't take him very many seconds to work my shaft all the way down his throat. He started using his tongue and throat muscles to massage my cock.
He kept working my dick; after more than three years he knew all the tricks and tactics to make it feel really good. He continued paying great attention to my needs for a long while. Finally he pushed me back a bit, letting my cock slip out.
"Time for you to fuck me!" he stated.
Tracer spun around so that his ass was now where his head had been.
"Shove it in!" he ordered, as he raised his legs.
"I think I'm going to make sure you're well lubed first!"
I dropped down on my knees and worked my mouth between his ass cheeks. I kept pushing, working my tongue closer to his ass lips.
"Oh fuck, that feels good," Tracer groaned. "Your goatee is tickling a bit, but your tongue soothes things back down."
I used my hands to spread his cheeks even more – providing full access to his hole. When it was completely exposed, I plunged my tongue in and out.
"Fuck me! Fuck me with that tongue," he urged.
I made sure my tongue was good and stiff and continued to push it in and out of his hole. I sped up my pace to tease and pleasure his ass.
"Fuck me!" he begged.
I used a finger from each hand to pull his hole open a bit more and spit into it. Then I used my tongue to work the lube in more.
Satisfied that I had his ass well lubed, I stood and started pushing the head of my dick into his hole.
"That's it, Baby," Tracer confirmed. "Fuck me; give me that hard dick."
"It's my way of saying, ‘Thank you'!"
"I'll have to surprise you more often if it means you'll fuck me more often!"
I pulled my dick out till the head remained barely in his ass, then I pushed it back into his hole quickly.
"That's it. Nice long strokes," he commented.
Buried deep in his hole, I thrust a few times to bury my shaft as deep as possible.
"Oh, Oh, OH!" he moaned.
I pulled most of the way out and then started a series of short thrusts.
"Fuckin Tease!" Tracer complained.
"That I am!"
I started fucking his ass with long strokes that left the head of my dick barely in his hole on the out swings and buried deep on the ins.
I leaned over and started to nibble at Tracer's tits while I fucked his hole. I could feel his hard dick wedged between our bellies. He started both bucking back on my dick and pushing his dick harder and harder into my belly.
I continued fucking his hole – my hands now using his shoulders to pull him back deeper and harder onto my dick. I moved my lips up to his and started kissing him deeply.
"Mmmmm…" he moaned.
I figured he was enjoying the kiss along with the other sensations, especially when I felt a warmth between us and realized he was cumming. As his dick shot spurt after spurt of cum between our stomachs his ass clenched down tight on my cock. I broke off the kiss and groaned, "FUCK!" as I flooded his ass with my cum.
I lay on top of him, my dick deflating in his ass.
"That was quite the ‘thank you'," he said.
"I'll be saying ‘thank you' a lot this week, I'm sure!"
"Sounds good to me."
I got up and then helped Tracer off the bed. We walked into the bathroom to clean up.
"Shower?" he asked.
We cleaned up and then cuddled in bed. I was sound asleep very quickly. After breakfast the next morning, we were out and over to the John Pennekamp Coral Reef State Park. We rented masks and fins and joined a group heading out on the park's snorkeling tour. Before we left, I figured I'd want to go twice – an hour and a half in the water didn't sound like enough time to really explore. Boy was I wrong! I work outdoors at manual labor every day, but that much swimming wore me out.
After lunch, we drove up to the Dagny Johnson Hammock Botanical State Park. We hiked through the park seeing wild cotton, mahogany mistletoe and other rare plants. We actually got to see a few crocodiles – though I wouldn't let Tracer get too close to them.
We had a light dinner that night and crashed earlier than usual at the bed and breakfast. We took off early the next morning driving south through Islamorada and Layton and finally into Marathon Key. We weren't driving to make time, so we stopped frequently to look at sights. For a guy that had spent nearly the last fifteen years in the mountains of southwestern Virginia seeing so much water was awesome.
"I can't believe how beautiful the water is around here. I think I could live on a beach and be a very happy man," I commented.
"Sell the farm and move down here?" Tracer asked.
"No. I definitely couldn't sell the farm – but I could retire down here one day."
We pulled into the Dolphin Research Center early in the afternoon and took the tour. Watching the beautiful creatures swim and play was wonderful. I was disappointed to find that we could have gone swimming with them had we made reservations.
"What about on the way back?" Tracer asked.
"That might be pushing it," I replied. "We can decide once we see how our time in Key West goes. There's always next trip!"
"Now that I've been here once, I definitely plan to come back. We haven't even scratched the surface of all there is to see and do. Honestly, I just want to lie on a beach for an afternoon and relax."
After the Research Center we checked into the guest house and dropped off our bags.
"Getting hungry?" Tracer asked.
"I talked to the owners while you were getting stuff settled in the room; we can get a meal from a little deli up the street. I thought it might be nice to have an earlier dinner on a local beach."
"That sounds like a great idea," I replied enthusiastically.
We borrowed a blanket from the owners of the B&B and then grabbed sandwiches, salads and drinks from the deli. We drove over to Sombrero Beach and ate dinner. After finishing our food, we lay on the blanket for several hours watching the sun set, and the stars come out.