Appearances, copyright 2006, by Etienne. All rights reserved.

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The Long Wait

The rest of September went by with a rush. Philip and I settled down into a routine of domesticity that we both found very comfortable. He kept himself busy and occupied with working on a new book project and keeping tabs on the progress of the Boston project, while I settled back into my regular routine of work and more work. There was nothing else I could do in terms of preparation for the trial - it all depended upon Richard locally, and now the Pinkertons and others on the National scene, searching frantically for our missing Dyke.

We took a few days off in early October to spend a long weekend in Boston and New England, ostensibly to check out the building project, but really to see the leaves. Later in October, we went to Philip's mountain retreat to enjoy the North Carolina foliage - which usually is at peak around the 20th of October, depending upon rainfall and weather.

In mid November, an opportunity arose for me to go to Pittsburgh on business, and I asked Philip to go with me. I had clients based in that city, and had been there on a number of occasions over the years, so I looked forward to showing the city to Philip.

We arrived at the Pittsburgh Airport on a Tuesday evening, picked up a rental car, and drove to the Westin William Penn in the heart of downtown Pittsburgh. The William Penn is a grand old hotel and features an elegant lobby, grand dining room, unusually large rooms for a hotel in a major city, and impeccable service. We had a late supper in the dining room, and went straight to bed.

Wednesday morning, we were up early, and ran down through downtown to the point at which the Allegheny and Monongahela Rivers join to form the Ohio, and then back to the hotel by a roundabout route. I left Philip to his own devices for the rest of the day, while I met with my clients.

Wednesday evening, we had dinner at the Wooden Angel, a restaurant located some 40 miles North of Pittsburgh in the city of Beaver. The Wooden Angel has been a fixture in the area since the late sixties, and is the only restaurant in the country to have won a major award from the Wine Spectator Magazine for a wine list consisting exclusively of American wines. The food and wine were superb.

Thursday morning, we visited the Carnegie Museum, and the Cathedral of Learning which is basically a college set in a skyscraper. After lunch, we visited the Frick Museum, a small museum on the grounds of the home of the industrialist of the same name. We also toured the elegant old Frick residence.

That evening, we walked across the Smithfield Street bridge to Station Square, a shopping and restaurant complex housed in a former Pittsburgh & Lake Erie Railroad Terminal. Then we took the incline up to the top of Mt. Washington to enjoy the view of downtown Pittsburgh at night from several hundred feet up. We had a light supper at the Georgetowne Inn, a restaurant perched on the side of Mt. Washington, which features a view of the city at night and looked right down into Three Rivers Stadium.

Friday morning I had one more session with my clients. After lunch, Philip and I explored an area along Penn Avenue known as "the strip" which features many small shops and restaurants. That night, we went to a performance of the Pittsburgh Pops at Heinz Hall - a grandly restored 1920's Movie Palace, which is now the home of the Pittsburgh Symphony. After the Symphony, we went across the street to Bravo Franco's, and had a wonderful Italian Dinner - Osso Bucco with all the trimmings.

Saturday, we drove out into the country to see Falling Water, the famous house designed by Frank Lloyd Wright for the founder of the local Kauffman Department Store chain. That night found us back on top of Mt. Washington, for dinner at Le Mont, an elegant Restaurant which has won many awards over its thirty-year history. We were seated side by side on a banquette, looking across our table through floor-to-ceiling plate glass at the City of Pittsburgh at night. The point of view was rather like that of a low-flying airplane. It was a special romantic setting which had an effect upon both of us.

When we got back to the hotel, Philip used the bathroom first, emerging after only a few minutes. I used the facilities and found him face down on the bed with his naked buns enticing me.

“God, I do love your ass, I said,” quickly shedding my clothes.

I knelt between his legs and began kissing his inner thighs, working my way up to the crevice between his cheeks, which I quickly spread with my fingers. A pleasant scent struck me. So that’s what he was doing in the bathroom, I thought. He has taken a bit of a douche.

Needing no further invitation, I began to drive my tongue into his anus, causing him to squirm around on the bed. I replaced my tongue with a well-moistened index finger and began to stroke his prostate. Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Fuck me now,” he said. “Please.”

I flipped him over and reached for a condom and lubricant.

“Do we really need that?” He asked. “I have been tested twice in the last year, most recently last month, and came up negative.”

“Well,” I said, “I’ve been tested annually for the last several years and have always been negative. Furthermore I haven’t had sex with anyone but you in the last three years.”

“Are you planning to have sex with anyone else?”

“No, are you?”

“You know I’m not. Now fuck me. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

I reached for the lubricant and took some on my fingers, blowing on it a bit to warm it up before inserting my fingers back inside Philip. I spread a good amount on the end of my erection, raised his legs so that his heels were on my shoulders, and began to ease slowly into him, watching his face carefully.

Since I had already stretched him a bit with my fingers, I did not feel a lot of resistance, and his face showed no hint of discomfort.

“Go for it, big boy,” he said.

Needing no more encouragement, I buried myself in his anus up to the hilt, and then began a steady in out rhythm.

“Harder, faster,” he said.

At that I began to pound his butt, and as usual when in this position, I bent down and took his erection into my mouth.

“Stop,” he said.

“Stop what?”

“Stop sucking me - you are distracting me too much with that. I want to focus on feeling you inside me and I definitely want to feel you when you shoot.”

I removed my mouth from his erection and continued to pound him harder and faster. It did not take long for me to shoot volley after volley deep inside him.

“Wow,” he said, after a minute or so of silence. “I actually felt your dick spurting inside me. That was a first for me, and it was truly amazing.”

I pulled slowly out of his ass and rolled over on my stomach.

“You’re not going to sleep on me are you?”

“Hardly that,” I said, wiggling my buns. “I’m am waiting for reciprocity.”

He needed no further encouragement, and was on his knees between my legs in no time. When his face reached my crack he said “my nose tells me that we both had the same idea.”

“Great minds, don’t you know, now shut up and show me you know how to please your man.”

His tongue drove into me for a few minutes, then I felt a probing finger. He found my prostate immediately and began to massage it. After a minute or two, the finger withdrew, and was replaced by two fingers. It was driving me wild. I felt him lean over me and reach for the ky.

After a moment’s pause, the fingers were replaced by his erection, which pressed steadily into me until it hit bottom. Somehow, he managed to flip me over onto my back without breaking contact, and then placing my heels on his shoulders, he began a steady rhythm.

I said “To quote the famous sex fiend, harder, faster!”

He obliged. A few minutes later he tensed and I felt his erection throb deep inside me, and then I felt the spurts of hot semen.

He pulled out slowly, lowered my legs and then covered my body with his. We kissed deeply, and for a long time.

Philip said “do you think we will ever get tired of doing this?”

“God, I hope not,” I replied. “That was awesome.”

“Yes, it was, wasn’t it,” he said.

“In spades. Now we need a nightcap and a shower,” I said as I picked up the phone to call room service. I ordered two glasses of port, and then led Philip to the bathroom where we took a shower together. We had left the bathroom door open to listen for the waiter. I heard a knock on the door just as I was drying my hair with a towel.

I called out “come in,” and wrapped the towel around my waist before going to the door to admit the room service waiter.

The waiter, whose name tag identified him as John, carried the tray into the room and set it on a table in the corner. As he handed me the bill to sign, I caught him perusing my body, just as Philip came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

John was just short of salivating, as Philip came over, stood beside me and place an arm around my waist. His eyes kept darting back and forth between Philip and myself.

“Look, but don’t touch,” I said.

“Sorry, sir, but you guys are so hot,” John replied.

“We are also very much unavailable,” Philip replied.

I signed the check and added a generous tip before saying “but, if we were into threesomes, you would be a prime candidate.” Before he could respond, I opened the door for him.

I closed and locked the door and Philip and I burst out laughing.

“Did you see his pants?” Philip asked. “He was sporting wood.”

“I guess we should be flattered, but as I told him, ‘look but don’t touch.’”

We took our glasses of Port and laid back on the pillows, and snuggled up against each other while we sipped the Port. A few minutes later we were both deeply asleep.

Sunday morning, we were up at dawn for a quick run, then attended an eight o'clock service at Trinity Cathedral, which is located only a block from the hotel. The service was over just in time for us to check out of the hotel and drive back to the airport for our flight home.

All in all, a very relaxing trip, which did us both a world of good, both of us having in the backs of our minds that the trial date was only a couple of months away and there was still no progress.