The Interns Pt. 02 (MM, MF, MMF)

The Interns Part 2

Night falls fast in the Tropics, and it was deep into the tropical night when we finally made it down the hill to the town below. There was this club, you know the kind of club. But before that, there was the booze. The other parties. People that Jonas knew: artists, locals, mostly. Sailors, fishermen, girls from the marina. Not bankers. Hell no bankers.

Each party was well equipped with booze, girls, weed - whatever you want. We smoked a bowl at one house, and I felt everything fade away to the music. A girl slid up next to me and I shared what's left of the pipe with her, and she lay her head on my shoulder. Claire put her hand in mine, and I felt the girl's fingers curling around my hair. She looked over at Claire and asked her something, like are you together? Claire shook her head, but then shrugged her shoulders, and the girl scowled. I turned to her.

"We're traveling together," I told her.

"I can see that."

"You guys are Americans?"

I nodded.

"Well, I won't hold it against you."

"Thanks."

I looked into her deep brown eyes and she smiled, and she put her hand on mine and leaned over, in front of me, and kissed Jonas. I quickly became aware of Claire's body pressing against me at the same time.

Claire's hand moving up my thigh. Claire's hand stroking me through my trousers. And then...

Claire's free hand on the girl's breast. She leaned over and kissed Claire with far more passion than she had kissed me, and, sliding her body over mine, wriggled herself between Claire and Jonas, who put his arm around her shoulder.

"So... are we gonna get out of here?" she finally asked.

"Well..." I stammered, and looked back at Claire and Jonas. But before I could say anything, she swore and stood, spilling the bong water on the table.

"Shit. My girlfriend's here. She can be a major bitch, but I love her." She did a quick double take, kissed me open-mouthed, reached down and gave my cock a good squeeze, but not before she left Claire her number and the two of them disappeared into the darkness.

"I know a place," Jonas said. Famous last words.

It wasn't too far, but somehow Jonas and I staggered down the beach road, careened off of party goers, and bounced our way into the club. Of course the bouncer knew Jonas, of course they waved us in with smile and a nod. Once inside, the deep throb of a heavy bass line pulsated through my body as I made my way to the edge of the dance floor. The air was heavy with the warm closeness of young bodies moving together. I'm not much of a dancer, but Claire was out there, somewhere, her white bikini glowing neon underneath the gossamer wrap she had bought just that afternoon. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, letting the music take me. Electric blue and yellow lights pulsated against my closed lids, and a sad song in a minor key pulled a note of bitter sweetness from me and from the crowd.

I stepped forwards, onto the dance floor. Light pulsated beneath my feet, and the bodies around me began to melt and wave like some undersea kelp forest. I began to sway with them as the rhythm worked its magic on me. I couldn't help but be reminded of schools of fish swaying in the current, but here, the heat was intense. Close. Sweaty. But it felt good. Somehow, I felt like I belonged here.

I opened my eyes. Some people were lost in their music trance, others smiled as I passed. Most people had stripped down to swimsuits or underwear. A few girls wore only thongs and some body paint. As did some boys.

One song faded into the next, the beat going on and on. 130BPM Trance. Somewhere out of the darkness a slender finger gently brushed across my shoulder, and it sent an electric thrill down my spine. But when I turned, the moment was gone. I felt myself spinning. Whether it was from the sun, the alcohol, or the people, I didn't know or care. Maybe it was the same for Claire. I hoped it was. Shit, I hoped she was happy. As much as I wanted her, I didn't want to be an asshole. Maybe I'd been wrong about her.

Suddenly an arm wrapped itself around my waist and pulled me close.

And there she was. She pulled her body against mine, or stumbled into me, it's hard to say which.

"So you finally made it," she shouted into my ear. The pulsing lights flashed in her beautiful brown eyes. She pulled me close, and staggered a bit against me and smiled. I could smell the booze on her breath and it made me wonder what mine must smell like. She smiled up at me with drunk eyes and I put my arms around her hips and felt myself rising into space. I wanted to kiss her so badly then. Hell, I didn't know what I wanted.

"I'm sure glad you came with me on this trip," she slurred her words to me and nestled herself deeper against my body.

"I'm glad I came."

She pulled my ear to her mouth. "I bet you want to cum now."

I couldn't think of a witty reply to that one.

"I'll let you in on a secret..." she held up her finger and curled it, motioning me to her ear, and whispered, "so do I."

Then she laughed and she put her arms on my shoulders, and we danced together. The DJ kept the beat running hot, one song seamlessly merging into the next. A couple of dancers bumped into us, their legs entwined, his hand on her bare ass. I pulled her close to me and she kissed me open mouthed, her breasts firm and warm against my chest. I slid my hands down around her buttocks and she pushed back, letting her pussy rub against my hardening manhood. We rocked together, my cock growing harder, our kisses growing deeper, and then the song ended and the DJ spun up something new.

"God I love this song!" she gushed, and turned from me and faced the DJ, her hands punching the air in time with the beat. I kept my hands on her hips, and she let herself lean back to me as we swayed together. I felt her buttocks making small circles against my hardness, teasing me as we swayed in and out of the light. I slowly slid one hand around her breast as she reached back and unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and pulled my cock out so that it nestled into the crack of her ass. She sang along to a song she liked. Again the DJ shouted "put your hands in the air," and we all did, and Claire jumped and laughed as the music took us higher.

And there he was, striding forwards like some sort of Greek god, out of the smoke and darkness.

She laughed and he glanced knowingly in my direction, only for a moment, but our eyes caught like fire. She burst forwards and wrapped herself around him, and in a moment she was pulled from me. A mortal taken by golden Apollo. Wolf-killing Apollo. I pulled my shirt down to cover the exposed end of my cock. People made space for Jonas the way they do for someone who really knows how to dance. He moved like a cat, lithe and sensual, and Claire reciprocated. Her eyes never left his, and as they circled each other her hands found their way onto his ass. She let his thigh slide between her legs, and her hands made their way down inside his trousers. Once more he glanced at me and tilted his head, inviting me closer. As we began to dance together, the three of us, Claire gently guided us to a secluded, darkened corner of the dance floor. She reached back behind her and, finding my still unbuttoned waistband, pulled me towards her. I hesitated, but Jonas reached for me, his hand finding my t-shirt and pulling me to Claire. He reached around behind her and he put one hand on each of my hips as Claire kissed him deeply, her hands caressing Jonas's ass while my own hard-on again throbbed against her. I could feel him pressing against her by the wave his movements were transmitted through her to me. Like she was our atmosphere. I imagined his gorgeous cock straining against his tight jeans as her soft mound caressed him. I slid my own cock free and she reached behind and straddled my hard on. He pulled her head gently forwards and kissed her deeply, not waiting for permission. She slid her hands down around his front and quickly unbuttoned his shorts.

"I think you're a little drunk, Claire," he shouted over the din of the music. She smiled and stumbled against him as her hand slid down and cupped his tight sac.

"Don't you boys want to fuck?"

Hell yes I want to fuck. But not that way.

Jonas took a step back and forced his manhood back within its prison, while Claire leaned back into me and reached down and gave my hard-on a squeeze. "At least he knows what he wants."

I turned her around, and she didn't look so great. Time to go home. I gestured to Jonas and he nodded, and, after stuffing my raging hard-on back in its home, I took Claire's hand in mine and led her from the dance floor.

....

It was well past midnight by the time we finally made it back to the house. On the way back Claire lay on Jonas's lap and tried to give him a blow job, but he stopped her and she soon was passed out in the back, and I helped Jonas carry her inside and we carefully laid her on her bed, took off her shoes, and put some towels on her pillow -- just in case. I pulled the covers up over her and she rolled over and groaned heavily.

"I think she'll survive," I joked.

Jonas turned to me. "Let's get out of here," he said, gesturing with his head towards the door.

"But we just got here."

"I know. I know a place that's better. A place where you can be free."

I looked back at Claire and put my hand on her hip. "Are you sure she'll be okay? She looks pretty baked."

Jonas sat by her on the bed, and we turned her over, just in case. She snored loudly, her body rising and falling softly with each breath. I ran my fingers over her forehead and brushed the hair from her eyes.

"I think so," he said. There's really nothing we can do now. We'll come back before too long."

Jonas led me up a winding path behind the house. We took flashlights with us, and sleeping bags and blankets, just like a couple kids on a sleepover. Overhead the tropical stars blazed in a purple sky. I gazed down to my left and there was the ocean, vast and tranquil now, the sound of the breakers rising softly from the distant shore. He stopped for a moment and pointed downwards. Something was moving in the dark waters below, leaving trails of phosphorescent glow painted across the sea.

"Manta rays," he whispered. We watched in silence, awed by their dark majesty.

We pressed onwards, and in a few minutes we came to a small clearing set back from the hillside. A large tent stood in the distance, and Jonas gestured for me to wait. He entered and quickly returned with some blankets.

"I think it's a night to lie under the stars, don't you?"

He picked a flat spot on the lawn and spread the blankets, and then we spread the sleeping bags on them, and zipped them open. I sat, and then he stood before me and I watched as he slowly stripped his clothes off until once more he stood before me, naked to the sky. We stared at each other for a moment, but he quickly slid downwards and wrapped his sleeping bag around his body.

Relieved, I slipped into my sleeping bag and he smiled as I took off my clothes inside the privacy that it afforded.

"It doesn't bother me to see you naked," he whispered. "But I respect your privacy, if that's what you want."

We lay there silently, and then he spoke again.

"Do I bother you?"

"No, of course not!" I stammered. When I meant, no one bothers me more.

"Are you in love with Claire?" he asked poignantly.

"I don't know."

"That's okay."

I tried to think of something else to say, but I couldn't. And before I knew it, we had both drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke, it was still dark and the stars blazed across the sky. The Milky Way was radiant, glowing, almost like something alive. Something primaeval. I became aware that my body was pressed against Jonas. Both of us naked. He felt good. His body was firm, but smooth. Elegant. He was spooned against me. And hard. His cock pressed hot against my hip. Shocked, I pull back for a moment, but he reached over lazily and I felt his hand drop casually across my own hip. His fingertips slowly, inch by inch, slid down my abdomen until they brushed across my sac which by now was tight like a tiger. I feel his cock throb against my hip, and I lay there, tense and afraid has whatever dream he has fades. But it doesn't, and I find myself reaching down and taking my own cock in my hand and stroking myself into throbbing hardness. It feels great. He stirs and adjusts himself, and now I feel the heat of his chest on my back. Part of me wants that cock to slide, well you know where.

Suddenly I sense his whole body twitch. I startle and rise to my knees, covering myself with the blanket. Jonas rises to his knees, facing me. His erection is thick and curves upwards like a scimitar, and I pull the wrap closer. He yawns and wipes the sleep from his eyes. Then in one swift motion he snatches the blanket from me, leaving my own hardness to glisten in the moonlight. The air is still in the early morning, cool and crisp. The surf below us is the only sound. I can't take my eyes off of his beautiful body. He really is a living god, I thought to myself. Every rippling muscle, every vein formed perfectly. For me? For this moment? What are we? I knew things would never be different from this moment forwards. His mouth is open now, his pupils dilated. His eyes devour my own body, and it makes me feel good. I glance down at my own hard-on.

"It's okay, Tony. Everything's okay here."

He reaches down and begins to masturbate. Somehow, watching him jerk off is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. His whole body undulates under his slow, gentle touch. God, what is happening to me?

"I'm not gay," I protest, but he gently reaches his hand forwards, palm up, down low.

I start to touch myself.

His hand pauses, inches from my scrotum.

I inch forwards and gasp at his touch. He is so gorgeous there in the moonlight, every chiseled ripple of flesh glowing for me.

"You can touch me if you want." He quivers at his own touch and my cock throbs involuntarily. My hand now reaches for him, as if drawn by his magnetism. My fingertips brush their way along the firm hardness of his collar bone, down the taut, round muscle of his pec.

We are both throbbing at this point.

"Have you made love to Claire yet?"

I shook my head no, but now my fingers slide down Jonas's abdomen. I feel his hands on my hips now, and I gasp as his touch slides along the inside of my thighs.

"Do you want to fuck her?"

I nodded my head yes, and as I do, I reach for his cock at the same time that his hand reaches my other hand, and places it over my own shaft, squeezing me softly. Jonas's penis is thick, warm, alive with potency. His mouth opens, he breathes deeply, his golden chest rising and falling in the night.

His other hand now wraps around mine, on his shaft, and suddenly a glisten of pre-cum shines from his tip. He is throbbing now, on the edge of control.

"Do you want to watch me fuck her?"

I nodded yes. "I want to see this beautiful cock of yours sink deep into her." But I wanted Claire for myself, I just couldn't help it.

Jonas inches closer to me, and puts his other hand around my buttock, pulling our thick shafts together.

"I want you to fuck her, Tony," he whispered. "I know you want her. But now, I want you to cum for me," he whispers, and I lick my thumb and forefinger ring and began to stroke myself faster.

Now he strokes me faster and suddenly it is too much and I shoot my sweet load onto his cock and balls. He gasps, and taking my cum on his hand, strokes himself, my spunk lubricating that steely shaft, and then he gushes, shocking me with the hot fire of his sticky load which cascades across my chest and abdomen, and I gasp involuntarily and suddenly I am cumming again, with him, shooting each other until the two of us are spent.

...

I returned to the house early in the morning, at the first glint of dawn. All was quiet. I crept in and checked on Claire. I was relieved to hear her snoring softly, still lying on her side. I sat for a few moments with her and watched her ribcage rise and fall rhythmically. It was soothing, for my mind raced with apprehension about what had just happened with Jonas. I was embarrassed and a little frightened. Was he turning me gay? I'd never thought much about other guys, I'd never really fantasized about them, although when I watch porn, I like to see a good looking dude fucking his lady.

I left Claire's door ajar and crept across the hall to my room, and slipped into bed. Outside the doves cooed in the cool morning air. Somewhere in the distance a rooster crowed. The first glints of morning light slatted their way across the floor. I pulled the covers closer and tried to blank out my mind, tried to relax, just for a bit. Eventually I must have drifted off to sleep, because when I finally awoke it was after ten, and Claire was sitting beside me on the bed, holding a cup of coffee.

"Is that for me?"

She nodded and passed it towards me. It was black, the way I like it.

"I just wanted to say thanks for taking care of me last night," she said softly.

"No problem."

"I mean... nothing happened, right?"

"You don't remember?"

She shook her head.

"No, nothing happened. Not like that."

"I woke up in the middle of the night and I didn't see you guys."

"We went out up by the ledge... and camped."

"You camped?"

"I guess you could call it that. There's a nice tent out there, sort of like glamping."

Claire took my hand in hers and continued. "You know, Tony... ah, if you and Jonas... I mean, it's okay with me, I won't stand in your way."

"What?" I cried, pulling my hand from hers. "I'm not... it's not like that." There was silence between us, for a long time.

"I'm not gay, Claire."

"Okay, Tony. You're not gay. But it's okay if you are. It's okay if you're not sure."

"You like him, don't you."

She nodded in agreement.

"Like him, like... like boyfriend and girlfriend."

She nodded again and smiled. "He's cute."

"I like you, Claire. That way." Our eyes met and searched each other, and I pulled her to me and kissed her. She responded tenderly, but then pulled herself back, withdrawing to herself, just as we heard the French doors to the lanai open and the footsteps of the approaching man.