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I was cleaning the front walk after a thunderstorm. Leaves and twigs were everywhere, but the air smelled nice and clean. The dense foliage of the plants between the sidewalk and the porch glistened with raindrops. The early morning sun seemed welcome after the howling winds and pelting rain of the night before. Geckos scattered with every swipe of the broom into the dense mulch beneath the palms and hibiscus. It was season on the island. Tourists were already emerging from their guesthouses on self-guided walking tours, searching for coffee, looking for places they had heard about in the bars the night before. I got my coffee and perched on the porch, watching the visitors mill and flow. As I read the morning paper, I heard a voice say, "Excuse me, sir." I looked up and there was a guy standing at my gate. Boyish, with a short haircut, about six feet tall. His reddish tan and rapidly silvering hair told me had been here about two days. He had on a loose tank top, and some loose cotton shorts with elastic at the waist. He obviously spent time in a gym. "I'm a senior at state U, and I'm down for spring break. The dean of men said that you were an alumnus, and a friend of his. I'm Josh." The words poured out of him, and it took a minute for me to catch up. "Who's your dean?", I asked. "Phillip Smith," he said. "He told me I should look you up." Phillip and I had one of the hottest sexual histories you could imagine. In college, we had both discovered a mutual love of swimming, track, and man-to-man sex our freshman year. Four years we took care of each other. As we launched careers, we grew apart. Infrequent visits were never enough to cement a bond after college. Phillip had pursued the world of the academics while I went on to architecture. Now Phillip was back at our alma mater, and I had a busy practice in the tropics. Twenty years had been good to both of us. "Well, hello Josh," I said. "How long are you down for?" "About two weeks," he said. "I got here Wednesday, and I've been at a guesthouse since then..." He let the words trail off. I noticed a flight-sized duffel bag at his feet, outside the gate. I thought for a minute, then said, "Come on in. I remember what my budget was like in college." I showed him through the living room into the kitchen, and told him to set the duffel bag down in the laundry room. I knew he probably had some dirty stuff to wash. "What's the deal with the guesthouse?", I asked. He told me a friend's dad owned it, and had invited them down. The guesthouse got unexpectedly packed up for the weekend, and his friend's dad asked them to move into his apartment instead. "It would be great, if I could sleep standing up!" Josh said the accommodations were a little cramped for three grown men. "Stay here," I said, without a second thought. "There's plenty of room." Josh looked elated. I could tell he probably didn't relish the idea of another cramped night with his friend. As he looked around, he said, "This is some place you've got here." "Come on up, and I'll show you the guest quarters," I said, leading him toward the stairs. We climbed to the second floor, where two bedrooms were set up with their own bathrooms and small butler's kitchens. As he surveyed the place, his eyes got wide. "This is just like your senior design project," he blurted. "It's a great design!" Then, by way of explanation, he told me he was in the architecture department, and they studied previous senior projects for inspiration before producing their own. Just like I had. Some things never change. I told him to shower and get settled in. While he was in the shower, I called Phillip. "David!" he said, "Do you have a visitor, by any chance?" Phillip chuckled as I told him about my unexpected house guest. "Josh is an exceptional young man. He has the full run of my house," Phillip said, "And I do mean full..." Phillip gave me a few juicy details to round out the explanation. Seems Josh's dad was a childhood friend, and thought his son had some, uh, tendencies, so he had asked Phillip to get him into our school, and look out for him. Now he was looking out for him again. "We've never been involved," Phillip continued, "but I thought maybe a trustworthy friend could help him out if he needed some assistance..." I got the drift. I also got a start, as Josh walked into the room toweling his hair dry. With nothing on. "Just us guys, here, right?", he said in explanation. He knew what he was doing. That was some body. "I left my stuff downstairs..." "Right," I said, twisting in my chair to shift my growing hard on. I hung up with Phillip, and resisted the urge to grab him and start in on him right there. This was going to be harder than I had thought. "Hungry?", I asked. He nodded and followed me back down to the kitchen, where we had some breakfast and talked about architecture. After breakfast, he got dressed and came back, ready to go out for the day. We loaded up my Jeep, and drove over to the marina. Josh helped me unlock the equipment lockers and set the diving equipment on the deck of my boat, and helped as I checked to make sure that everything was ship shape. We headed out for a nearby reef to do some diving. It was fun and easy to spend time with him. He had an easygoing style, always smiling, and he did fine with minimum instruction. He obviously had experience on boats, and with the diving equipment. We spent the entire day diving the reef, breaking only shortly for lunch, and we both had radiant glows when we headed back to shore. I was in the shower when I heard the door open. "Thought you might need some after-sun cream on your back," he said, climbing right on in. He took the soap from me and started lathering me gently, mindful of our mutual sun condition. As he lathered, his hands reached lower and around front, and he took my dick in both hands as he soaped it up. It grew immediately under his touch, and I could feel his hardness against my ass. He lathered between my legs, and started stroking gently between my legs. "This is all I've ever done with another guy," he said, referring to the showers at school. "Nobody ever wants to do anything but soap up and jerk off." I turned to face him, and planted a big wet kiss on his upturned mouth. He responded like a hungry puppy, sucking my tongue deep into his mouth. I ran my hands over his sunburned nipples and watched him shudder from the sensitivity. Our cocks rubbed together, getting hotter by the minute. I rinsed us both off, and grabbed big fluffy towels that felt good on our hyper-touchy sunburns. We moved to my room, where cool white sheets waited. I sat down on the corner of the bed, and indicated for him to sit between my legs on the corner. The tube of after-sun creme was in easy reach, and I began applying it to his back and shoulders, nuzzling his ears, neck and shoulders as I worked. Our bodies rubbed together, and the slow, easy gentleness of it had us both worked up to fever pitch in a very short time. I reached for condoms, and took a slow, stroking time putting them on both of us, with him still sitting between my legs. It was sexy as hell to cradle him in my arms while I rolled his on, his breath coming in short gasps as he fought not to hit orgasm. I reached down and fondled his balls to get them to loosen up a little, and reached further down to probe his virgin asshole with a fingertip. His knees came up, exposing more of it for me to play with, as I smothered his neck and shoulders with light kisses. Before long, he grabbed the after-sun cream, squeezed some in his hand, and reached around behind his back to lube up my rock-hard dick. "Let's try now", he said, placing his palms on my thighs, and lifting his torso like a gymnast until his rosy little pucker kissed the tip of my cock. He slowly lowered himself onto it, breathing hard, while I kept both hands firmly planted around his waist for support. Slowly, an inch at a time, he lowered himself until all eight inches were snug in his tight ass, and his balls were laying on top of mine. Puffing and blowing to get his muscles to relax, he settled in my lap, and brought his feet up close. I wrapped my legs around both of us, and we waited for the imminent orgasms to subside. We stayed that way, moving gently in a tight little fuck knot, for the better part of an hour. We would push to the edge, then pull back, time and time again. His tight ass muscles would torture me, and my throbbing cock would torture him as we kissed and touched each other on our sunburned, radiating skin. It was like we became part of the music that was playing. Finally, it was too much. By mutual consent, we both rushed ourselves over the edge, filling both condoms with so much cum I thought they would break. It was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had, wracking my entire body with sex spasms, and leaving both of us quivering and spent. We laid back on the cool sheets, comfortable, secure in each other's arms, and slept. We woke up later, ravenously hungry. We went out and ate, both of us looking tanned and fit and radiant with pleasure. Friends on the street had to comment on my appearance. Over the next nine days, we talked about things. And had more incredible sex. He was just so easy to be with. I put him on a plane and went home and thought it over. Then, I called Phillip. So now, six weeks later, his senior year at college is over. Graduated with honors. And I have a new junior partner in my architectural firm. Everybody has to start somewhere, right?