Date: 15 Oct 2001 11:56:42 MDT
From: Paul H.Daventon <magic-organ@usa.net>
Subject: Turning-The-Page-3
Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities.
It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale is
entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people, places or
events, it is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if reading this
story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't like the subject
matter, please leave now. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy
it.
Furthermore, the country, the legislature and its members, the capitol and
River City in a state whose strange name for some reason is Ohio, are complete
figments of the author's imagination. All characters described herein are
completely fictitious and are not intended to represent any living person.
Turning the Page 2001 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part of
this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written
permission of the author. Write to Paul at authorpaul@hotmail.com.
CHAPTER 3
The cool light of dawn had slipped through the bedroom windows when Mike
woke and opened his eyes. It took a moment to remember, but the problem came
back fast. His dilemma full force and Mike still hadn't made a decision about
his relationship with Brian. Brian was still spooned in front of Mike, held by
Mike's left arm around the boy's chest. Brian was breathing softly and
smoothly, still not awake, Mike thought. The warmth of his naked body made
Mike scootch closer to that gorgeous flesh, his already hard cock lying along
the chasm between Brian's exciting buttocks.
Finally, Mike twiddled with one of Brian's tiny nipples, flipping it
back and forth lightly, just a soft touch. A soft moan came from the boy's
throat and his body seemed to settle around the stiff log between his
buttocks. Mike leaned over a bit and kissed his lover on the lips, and cheeks,
and forehead. Moving his hand lower into his abdomen, he found a straight,
hard cock, almost as big as his own and began to slowly jack it. At that
point Brian at last woke up, turned over to face his love, looking into those
clear brown eyes.
"Mike, I love you so much." He kissed Mike's nose. "Do you still love
me?" He licked Mike's lips. "I need to hold you."
Putting his arms around Mike's naked back and buttocks, he dragged
himself to the larger man, crushing him against his own nakedness. The young
blond groaned quietly, inching around until he was positioned just as he
wanted against his love.
"Thank you for last night, Mike, I want to pay you back right now if you
will lay on your back for me."
"OK, Brian, I'm yours." He pulled Brian to him, rubbing his back and
extraordinary butt, smooth and firm flesh. "And of course I still love you
and I will forever." He licked his lover's full lips, tasting his delicious
moisture.
Bending his knees beside Mike's hips, Brian sat on Mike's thighs and lay
on his body with his lips on the man's neck, his cock between his thighs,
kissing gently, then more passionately. He was getting very hot, very
excited. He was going to suck Mike off, show him how good he was at it. He
had sucked Mike off in his apartment, but his friend was asleep all the while.
Brian raised his body higher, but licked Mike's large nipples, dark
reddish-brown, with a tall teat in the center of each. Moving lower, he
spread his lips around the nipple and sucked on it like an infant, pulling it
into his warm mouth.
Mike felt the suction on his nipple, a sensation that spread down his
body directly to his rock hard cock and swollen balls, nerves on overtime. He
had trouble holding on to his load of semen - tightening his muscles so it
wouldn't explode too soon.
Slowly, Brian spread his lips and tongue along Mike's nipples, chest,
and abdomen, following the treasure trail to his erectile target. The curly
brown pubic hair was licked too, and pulled through the boy's lips. Lifting
the throbbing and dripping cock from where it lay on Mike's abdomen, he
slathered saliva along the underside up to the bulging, dark red head, swollen
and expanding. The hot tongue circled around that head, lubricating it to
slide into his eager mouth. His thumb and first finger moved tightly up and
down the length of his rigid erection, pulling the soft skin with them, and
over the spongy, swollen head, looking like a miniature helmet.
Mike grabbed Brian's head with his large hands and pulled it toward his
own head, wanting to taste again the wondrous tongue and hot cavern. But,
quickly, Brian took hold of his wrists and forced the man's arms above his
head onto the pillow. One look from Brian's eyes into Mike's told Mike that
he better not do that again.
Back to the cock that seemed alive and jumping, Brian tongued the head,
then followed it with his lips and into his mouth. Mike's prick was good
size, but not much above average length. However, in Brian's mouth, being
assaulted by the tongue and throat and little nips with his teeth, it grew
considerably larger, forcing the skin and flesh to expand. Constantly, the
boy's tongue lathered the silky smooth head with saliva and pushed into the
slit on the end, in and out.
"Oh, Brian, that is so good, love, I'm very close - keep going, honey."
Brian was spurred to greater heights by Mike's words, using his hands to
rub Mike's body, his pecs and sides, his abdomen and balls. He started to
deep throat the man's rigid cock, his head moving up and down faster until
.....
"Brian, I'm there - here it comes - I'm shooting ..... Ahhh ..... Mmm!"
Brian felt Mike's body tense and arch on the bed, he felt the shots of
warm, white love juice hit the inside of his mouth ..... One .... Two .....
Three. He tasted the drops on his tongue - a very mild, slightly salty taste,
much milder than Adams, the only other semen he had tasted besides his own.
He slowed his motions on Mike's cock, cleaning it off, finally letting it rest
against his abdomen again.
Mike groaned, then wrapped his arms around Brian and pulled him down on
top, rubbing his back and buttocks, thighs and arms.
"Oh, Brian, that was so wonderful. I love you so much. And that was so
much better than the first one you gave me at the apartment." He smiled
gently toward Brian.
"Oh hell, I wondered at the time how you could remain asleep and still
shoot your stuff into my mouth so easily. I don't see how you controlled your
body so well. Just for that I'm going to TICKLE YOU."
Before Mike could stop him, Brian had all his fingers working on Mike's
sides and up into his armpits. Right away Brian learned the Mike was very
ticklish, very, very ticklish"
Mike was weak but yelled, "Oh, Brian, love, please stop. I can't stand
to be tickled please, babe." He was laughing, but without humor. Finally,
he got his strength back! He wrapped his arms and legs around Brian's body,
arms and legs too, calming the boy down.
"I'm sorry, Mike, I didn't know you were so touchy. I won't do that
again." He lay on Mike's naked flesh, so hot and sweaty, cuddling his love
to himself.
"That's OK, Brian, now you know. I just can't take it, it's so
sensitive.. Now, let's get a quick shower and some breakfast, then we go for a
sail. The water looks good, and a nice breeze, but not too much."
Mike fixed a quick breakfast of cold cereal and toast and good hot
coffee to wake them up. Both were dressed in shorts and tees, and boat
shoes. Mike found an old pair in the closet which fit Brian. He packed a
lunch and other equipment to take on the sail.
Brian ran out of the house toward the lake, looked around the shore
line, finally seeing the dock and the white sailboat, halyards clanking, tall
mast waving with the rocking.
"Hurry up, Mike, show me the boat. I've never been on a sailboat in my
life." He noted the boat's name on the stern, Congruity, which puzzled him a
bit.
Mike also ran to the dock, and grabbed the slim boy, hugging him close.
"Lover, we'll be out on the water in just a few minutes." A tender slap on
the butt and peck on his soft lips , then Mike asked him to go back to the
cabin, lock the door and bring the keys. The boat key was also on that ring.
For 15 minutes Mike explained and demonstrated the operation of the 22'
O'Day sailboat, the outboard motor and the lines. In another 15 minutes the
two men were leaving the dock under power until they could set the sails. Mike
sat at the stern by the tiller while Brian stood in the main hatchway, leading
to the cabin.
"Brian, would you put the bags I brought, the lunch and other stuff for
our trip, into the cabin. This is such a beautiful day - full of sun and I
can feel the love." He smiled wickedly at his young lover. The smile was
returned with an air kiss that was thrown elegantly with hand and arm. Brian
did as he asked, then, "Mike, what does the name Congruity mean?"
Mike answered quickly, "It is a play on words starting with the first
five letters of the word congress, and with the other four letters means being
in harmony and suitable, what is proper and right. That's what the boat means
to me. On board I feel the harmony with body and soul, a place where I need
to be. When pressures are too great, this boat is where I can wear them down.
That's it."
Brian gazed toward the tree-lined far shore and further to the far end
of the lake, probably 2 or 3 miles. Not a big lake, but fine for sailing. And
it was all theirs. Brian considered himself already attached to Mike, but did
not feel quite a part of him as yet. The water was blue, reflecting the blue
sky, little wavelets all over. The wind was not strong, at least not strong
enough for white caps.
"From what I can tell, Brian, the wind will be off our beam, allowing us
to sail from one end to the other of the lake with ease, not much tacking.
And I'll be able to teach you how to sail, I hope. That is, if you want to."
Suddenly, Mike had a young man wrapped around him, hugging and kissing
him without pause.
"How I love you, my dear heart, you are so good to me and even more,
good FOR me. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, I feel like a
tremendous weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Thanks to you."
He ended with a big smacking kiss on those thin, soft lips of Mike's.
"Here now, here now - no fraternization between Captain and crew. The
crew must know his place." He chuckled, "That is, until we set the sails."
"Now, Brian, we are heading into the wind and the motor will keep that
attitude for us. I'll lock the tiller for a bit and we can haul up the
sails."
Mike showed Brian where to find the main halyard and after removing the
mainsail cover, hauled it to the top of the mast. Attaching the halyard to
the cleat, they lowered the boom into its proper position, pulling the main
sail taut.
Since Mike had attached the jib sail to the stay before they left the
dock, he showed Brian where the loosen the jib halyard. After he returned to
the cockpit and turned off the outboard motor, he told Brian to haul away.
Mike's heart skipped a few beats and his breathing became fast and light
as he watched his love, dressed only in tiny nylon shorts, pull the halyard
and the sail to the top of the stay. His fine muscles flexed smoothly,
performing as necessary, the slim body a love song in motion. Mike choked up,
a tightened throat and teary eyes, to see the man he loved as he never in the
world thought he would love anyone.
Brian tied off the halyard on its cleat, standing on the foredeck,
swaying with the rocking of the boat as Mike started free sailing their
vessel. The young man held on to the stay with one hand and suddenly used the
other hand to strip his shorts off his loins and down his legs. Since he
hadn't worn his usual boxers that day, he became a naked adonis - glowing in
the warm, vibrant sun. His beautiful face also shone, a wide smile, lots of
pure white teeth. The slim, defined tanned body was glorious in the light,
practically hairless except for over his dick and under his arms. His cock,
about 4 inches soft, dangled and swayed with his body movements.
Mike watched as he stripped, laughed and gave him a sexy whistle.
Brian answered by slowly turning himself in full circle, flaunting his
nakedness, pushing out his small, melonlike buttocks toward Mike, shaking them
wildly.
Mike damn near had a heart attack, and yelled, "Hey, Brian, come back to
the COCKPIT ha ha that's what this place is for." He indicate the stern
of the boat where he sat, his shorts full and almost bursting from a monster
cock risen full height.
Brian threw his shorts toward Mike, assuming he would catch them.
However, a sudden burst of air between the full sails sent the shorts way off
the port beam into the water. They disappeared almost immediately. The two
men looked at each other and exploded in laughter, completely breaking up.
"Well, Brian, that's it. You are naked for the whole voyage. You
better put on some sunscreen fast. There is a bottle of it in the small
paper bag you put in the cabin."
With great agility and nimbleness Brian traveled the hazardous trip
because of all the obstacles from the foredeck to the cockpit and into the
cabin. Mike heard him searching the paper bags he had brought to the boat.
He couldn't help staring as Brian bent over, showing his buttocks and the
wrinkled rose between them. All of a sudden the boy appeared in the
companionway, looking confused and mystified. Then he grinned!!
"Ah, Mike, what on earth would we need this for sailing." He held up
and large size tube of KY lubricant.
The older man turned beet red, embarrassed to the bone. He'd forgotten
he also put a tube of KY in the same bag. He recovered adroitly.
"Sometimes a guy just has to hope and pray. That's my hope." His shy
smile won him a deeper place in Brian's heart.
Putting the KY down, he brought the sunscreen back to Mike, telling him
someone has to put the stuff on him.
He told Brian to hold the tiller while he proceeded to coat the boy's
naked flesh, supple muscles and smooth skin with the sunscreen. The chest and
back were fun, but working on those magnificent buttocks and proud, erect
penis and wrinkled ball sack was worth the whole trip. Turn Brian's back to
himself, Mike softly caressed and massaged his exciting buttocks, slipping his
fingers between them, barely tweaking the tight opening he found.
Brian slowly turned his head toward Mike, behind and below him.
"Mikey," he said, smiling, patting his own butt, " would you like to
make love to me? I've never had anal sex, but I'd sure like to try. Adam
never liked that and wouldn't let me do it."
Mike pulled his body to him, kissing and nibbling at his butt cheeks,
choking up as he realized that what his young blond was offering to him was
his most secret and sacred body orifice.
His spoke softly, "Brian, I have never been loved that way, and you said
you haven't either. I think we need to go with this slowly and carefully. My
preference would be to have you make love to me first. The very last thing I
would want to do would be to hurt you in any way. Do you understand my
concern?"
Brian swung around, knelt on the deck holding his 'Mikey' in a tight,
convulsive grasp, not wanting to let go. However, he did release Mike and
quickly opened his top button and zipper, pulling the shorts carefully over
the man's steel-hard organ and off his legs.
"Now we are even, let's go," Brian said excitedly as he rose to head
for the cabin, " We are both naked as the day we were born, and hot as hell!"
"Wait there, young fella', we can't just let the boat drift. First we
have to tack. Remember what I taught you."
Mike pushed the tiller over hard to port so the boat would swing to
starboard. He shouted, "Coming about ...... Hard alee".
Brian remembered and let the port jib sheet loose, quickly pulling the
starboard sheet taut, then around the winch a few times, fitting the tail into
the clamcleat to hold it.
"Brian, that was great. Very quick timing."
The boat had swung around, heading out on the reverse tack. Since Brian
was close at hand, Mike patted him on the bare back, adding an extra kiss on
those ass cheeks. Brian giggled, "I thought there was to be no
fraternization, Cap'n, sir, honorable member." He laughed, "Speaking of this
honorable member, you got a damn fine one."
"Here, Brian, grab the tiller which I dig out the anchor from the under
seat storage."
They traded places and Mike pulled the Danforth anchor out along with a
lot of line. Setting it down on the deck, he asked Brian to lower the jib.
The wind was light and no problem. He released the mainsail sheet and that
swung loosely and idly, out of operation.
Dropping the anchor over the stern, Mike allowed the line to pass
through his hands until he felt the anchor hit the bottom of the lake. At
that point the depth was no greater than 20 feet. Just fine for mooring the
boat, which would swing around with the wind, but not get them into trouble.
The two men straighten in the stern and held each other tightly, rubbing
and caressing each other, especially their buttocks.
These two wouldn't have noticed, even if they were looking, a pair of
malevolent male eyes focusing on them from the near shore, too far to see
much, but close enough to recognize Mike, but not Brian. The unwanted guest
disappeared as suddenly as he appeared.
Mike's land around the lake was completely fenced off with many 'no
trespassing' signs and warnings. The man who watched often trespassed on
Mike's property without drawing attention to himself. A security service had
been hired by Mike's uncle and was still in order, but the lake and
surrounding land created a large packet to keep secure. Mike was pretty sure
that they did not overwork themselves and had been meaning to look into the
contract himself. His uncle had left him a good chunk of money besides the
lake, cottage and land. He really wouldn't have to work, but he did love
being a congressman, and hoped he could keep his seat, at least a few more
terms anyway.
The young men had to release each other to step through the narrow
opening down into the cabin, where they immediately pressed their naked bodies
together and kissed vigorously and with such fire and passion that they
shivered, sharing heaps of saliva between them, all over their faces.
"Oh, Mike, I love you so much - I just can't get enough of you - I
desperately need to be inside you and spread my seed in your body badly."
"Yes, Brian, that's what we are going to do right now - where did you
put the KY?"
His face reddened as he leaned over to the small sink, placing the tube
in Mike's hands. He grabbed his own erection, sliding his hand along the
length, stimulating the sex organ to further increase size and rigidity. He
knew he'd have to be very stiff to ram the cock into Mike's asshole.
Leaning over he kissed and licked Mike's nipples, running his hands over
his body, caressing his pecs, sides, abs and especially his buttocks. Mike
reached back with both hands to spread his buttocks wide for his lover to
discover the depths of his love.
The young blond slid his fingers lightly into the chasm and worked one
finger around and around the hairy, wrinkled light red mouth. That aperture
which had only expelled bodily waste up to that point, would soon be accepting
Brian's love and treasure gift into it.
Could he stand having the young man's offering driven into him without
being in unbearable pain? He'd read different places that rectal intercourse
could be excruciating sometimes. Well, this is what he wanted, and what Brian
wanted, so be it. He wanted to give his virginity to the man he loved and
would love forever. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad, maybe the love he shared
with Brian would carry him over any agony.
Brian just couldn't believe his great fortune, to have this wonderful,
handsome man to love and to whom he could give his love. He pushed Mike
toward the bunk and gradually pushed him gently down onto it. With a rush he
lay on top of his lover, thrilled and to excited to feel his naked body, his
lightly furry chest and huge cock that pressed against his own hard dick with
the soft, smooth skin loosely covering it.
They both petted each other while sharing and spit and dueling tongues,
sensing the warmth and passion of their exertion. Brian couldn't get enough
of Mike's body and love, thrusting his groin against the older man's. I wish I
could take Mike's whole body in my mouth and absorb it into my own self, Brian
thought, but I can't.
He continued on down Mike's torso, sucking the large deep red nipples,
with the upright teats. Mike had both hands running through Brian's hair,
silky and soft. He grabbed hold and pulled the young blond up to his face,
kissing his forehead, eyes, cheeks and finally the full, tender, light red
lips of his lover.
After releasing the boy's head, he felt Brian's tongue trailing his
abdomen and groin, capturing the rigid cock in his mouth, licking around the
spongy, sensitive head, working his lips around the flange and pulling while
tonguing the piss slit. Exquisite torture of heightened sexual awareness
surged through his body centering on his cock, balls and the perineum between
his legs.
Pushing Mike's thighs and knees up around his ears, Brian continued to
slather the scrotum with his saliva and kisses. He noted that Mike's asshole
was right in front of his mouth, so what could he do but investigate. Brian
wondered if he could lick and kiss Mike's asshole. As his face moved closer,
he received his first taste of a man's musky rear end. The musk and soap
aromas aroused Brian so fiercely that he was convinced . The decision was
made; he would do it. Leading with his tongue, Brian pressed it squarely on
the furrowed lips, licking around and finally in the hole, moving it around as
best he could. His nose was buried between the butt cheeks, sensing the
newness to him. By pointing his tongue, he could force the muscle into the
pulsing and winking hindmost orifice.
Mike sounded delirious and almost overcome by the sexual tension he
felt, from the sensations in his body and just knowing that Brian's tongue was
penetrating his asshole. This was completely out of his range of experience,
not even knowing it was termed 'rimming', and very popular in certain circles.
Brian's cock was as hard and throbbing as he had ever experienced,
dripping pre-cum on the cabin floor carpet. He really didn't notice, so
intense was his attention to making love to his lover.
"Brian, honey, you better stop now. I'm about to come and I don't want
to yet. Please?"
Brian hesitated but soon realized that entrance of his large cock into
Mike's tiny asshole would go easier if his man didn't explode first.
"OK, if I have to - would you get in position now?"
Mike smiled at Brian, "And you are mine," giving him a soulful kiss.
They both rose off the bunk - again in a clinch, naked against naked.
"Brian, I'm going to kneel down on the starboard bunk, my head on the
pillow and as you can see now, my ass is perfectly positioned for you to
connect. What I need you to do is to coat your fingers, one at first, and make
sure my rectum is well lubricated."
"Ok, coat one finger well, then work it around in there. That's it,
love. Try with two fingers."
"Oh, man, leave them in there, Brian, turn them around. Now I think you
can try another finger. That should be about as big as your cock. Use more
KY, hon. I'm trying to adjust to them." He was going crazy, feeling the
fingers up his rectum where nothing had ever been put before. Well, he
remembered, that sexy male nurse in the hospital did take his temperature in
his ass. The man felt like one very large sizzling skyrocket, ready to come
any minute. Would he live through all this excitement? Didn't matter, he'd
go willingly afterward.
Brian couldn't believe how his fingers felt in that fiery, hot rectum,
the KY making everything so slippery. The sphincter muscles were forcing his
fingers into each other, fighting their entrance. He pushed the three fingers
as far as he could reach, feel a knob in there, pressing on it. The result of
that was a loud "Holy Shit" from Mike as his body jumped and shook in response
to pressure on his prostate.
"Oh Brian love, please hurry up, I don't think I can hold back much
longer. Just shove it in ..... now!"
The young blond got on his knees behind Mike's rear end, spreading KY on
his practically petrified sex organ, getting it ready. Knowing he had to
hurry, he moved in and pressed the bulging head of his cock against Mike's
love chute. He pushed but didn't get anywhere, and Mike moaned as if he hurt.
"Shall I stop, Mikey?"
"Good Lord, no, keep going and push harder."
Brian thrust much harder, finally snapping his cockhead through the
sphincter ring as far as the flange before the erected main part. Mike
groaned again, but immediately yelled for Brian to keep going, keep going.
The young man shoved in until his pubic hair brushed against the older
man's buttocks, reveling in the new sensation for him, his cock in a man's
cockhole and so hot it was ready to burst. Even though he'd never fucked a
man before, he soon got into the rhythm and starting moving his butt forward
and back, shoving his cock in and out of Mike's gripping hole. He soon was
fucking faster and knew his balls were about to burst out of his prick.
"Mike, mike, this is so great - so fucking great - I can't believe how
excited and sexy I feel, loving you like this. How does it feel?"
Mike could hardly talk, but managed, "Lover man, this is the best
feeling in my life, my whole body is ready to cum and cum and cum. I'm about
ready, too."
Brian leaned over, grabbed Mike's body, hugging him to his own body,
while he picked up the pace, slamming his groin against Mike's buttocks harder
and harder until he shouted, "Mike, I'm coming, I'm shooting inside you, take
my love, take my seed, I need you so much."
His cock started pumping the semen in huge spurts into Mike's guts, and
seemed to go on a long time. He didn't realize the Mike had come too,
draining his long dick on the bunk cover. But he didn't relax until his young
lover had completely finished.
Brian lay over Mike's back and butt, telling him, "I love you more that
life itself, you are my heart and soul. Love me too, my dear one."
Carefully, wary of his chute full of Brian's cum, Mike shifted to his
back, lay down on the bunk and stretched his legs, holding his arms out to his
lover, asking him . Brian had found a towel and cleaned his cock. Then he
lay beside Mike on the bunk, squeezing him in his muscular arms while their
lips and tongues fought for space in each other's mouth.
"Dear lover, as soon as we have recovered, you will have your turn at
male intercourse and I know you will love it as I have. Ok with you?" While
saying that, Mike was playing with Brian's buttocks, fingers between the
cheeks and tickling around the tiny pink opening and just a touch inside.
The young man pretended to think about it, but suddenly broke into a
gorgeous wide smile, "I'll be waiting for that moment with my whole heart -
and, well, my ass, too - on the line."
The men finished their sail as the sun was heading toward the horizon.
Mike motored back to the dock where they lowered and packed away the sails,
then closed up the boat.
Walking up to the house, they moved nakedly side by side, holding hands
and occasionally kissing and hugging. Their progress was very slow.
A lot of grab-ass was going on. Feinting toward each other's genitals,
a tender feel of the other's organ was exciting them. One time each held on
tightly to the other's cock, hard and dripping, trying to pull the owner on a
different course.
"Hey, young man, we have things to do. If you will go and take your
shower first, I'll get some tools out and we can fix that floor board." Brian
started to whine a little, but one look at Mike's eyes made his decision.
"OK, Mike, I'll take a quick one."
Mike opened the door to the tool closet, set in the wall of logs with
its white mortar contrasting the dark wood. "Hmmm, I guess we need a fairly
heavy hammer and some #8 common nails, maybe more in case we don't hit them
very well.
The floors in the cabin were generally 8" wide pine boards, mostly
uncovered, only a few small area rugs. The furniture there looked many years
old, but comfortable and well broken in. In the middle of the room was a
medium sized table, about 2' x 4', 36" high, very sturdy and well built. It
was used mostly for knick-knacks and personal treasures (not valuable except
in pride).
Mike heard the shower turn off and Brian came out of the bathroom,
drying himself slowly, definitely trying to entice Mike into more sex. His
beautiful, slim body with all the muscles clearly defined and his cock on the
rise was invitation enough. But Mike had another agenda right them.
"Come on, Brian, lets get this fixed and we can have supper, then a nice
quiet evening at home. Please put some clothes on, my idol, or I'll lose my
mind trying not to ravish you on the spot. Please!"
He did at least put shorts on and they started working on the one floor
board which was warping on one side, lifting higher that its neighbor, a
hazard for the unwary. Finally, Mike decided that it was time he'd better
fix their supper. He told Brian to finish pounding the nails. Mike loved
watching Brian's muscles flexing while he raised and lowered the hammer.
"Come see, Mike, I think I've done it all right."
Mike walked the few steps from the kitchen, put his arm tightly around
his young man's shoulders. "Now come for supper."
"OK, I'm hungry enough to eat a ..... hmmm .... ha, to eat YOU!" He
turned, threw the hammer in the overstuffed chair by the table, then ran to
Mike's side, starting to chew on his shoulder, growling all the time.
Suddenly their idyll was interrupted by a telephone beeping.
From their coupling of hugs, they both turn their head to give the phone
a deadly stare, wishing it to explode and disintegrate.
"Brian, only one person has the number for this phone, so it has to be
my political assistant at my election office in River City. At least it
better be."
"Hello," Mike said softly.
It was his assistant, Liz Crouse, his secretary, chief of a staff of two
and his keeper when he was in Ohio.
"What's up?"
Mike listened for three or four minutes, motioning for Brian to go ahead
and eat, which he did.
"What's so urgent tonight, Liz? Can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm
really tired and finally getting to recuperate from the Washington grind."
Again he was silent, a very unhappy scowl on his handsome face. His
irritation was evidenced by his pacing and lightly pounding his fist against
his forehead.
"Ok, Liz, I understand, I understand. I can be there in about a half an
hour, but I won't be dressed up. This is .... was my vacation that I needed."
He put on a show of great reluctance, sighing heavily and looking
fierce, but finally said, "Ok, Liz, I'm coming. Bye!"
"Damn, damn, I never should have given her this phone number. Brian, I
have to go in to my River City election headquarters right now, no, and hour
ago. I'm sorry, but it shouldn't be very long. Some yo-yo has offered to
fund my re-election campaign and wants to know tonight or he might go to my
opponent's campaign."
Brian asked, concerned, "What about your supper? Shall I save?"
He walked to his young lover and they hugged each other.
Mike noticed that Brian was worried, "Just put it in the fridge. I'll
get it when I get back."
"I'm sorry to have to leave you alone, but you should be fine, right?"
"Yes, Mike, I can take care of myself." He started shadow boxing around
the room, "I can handle anything."
"Ok, yes my dear, give us a kiss on the chops, and I'll be back, oh, in
about an hour and a half. Don't forget to put the rest of the food away,
please? And I'll see you soon, love of my life."
Brian started putting the food back in the refrigerator, hearing Mike
walk off the porch, open and shut his car door, start it and head out quickly.
Feeling cool, he found a t-shirt of Mike's in the bedroom and put it on,
feeling his love for the shirt's owner, and his presence. He felt better.
The young man found a mystery on a bookshelf and settled in on the sofa
in the living room. The story attracted him, but soon the exertions of the
day and sailing in wind and sun had worn him down. His eyes drooped and
finally he was sleeping, beautiful and so desirable. If he dreamed, it must
have been of his lover, the bulge in his shorts grew larger. He wrapped his
arms around his chest and shoulders, just a little cool in the room.
Heavy knocking on the front door abruptly wakened Brian. He was still
half asleep walking to the door, assuming it was Mike who had forgotten his
key.
Opening the door, Brian was faced with a large man, not tall but heavily
built with wide shoulders, narrow hips and long arms. His facial features
were regular, almost good-looking, yet with a nasty glower. His hair was cut
short, still Brian could tell that the color was an orange-red. He was
wearing hunting type clothes, all dark green. He reminded Brian of something
or someone, only he couldn't think what. Brian was taller but half the size
of this man.
"Hi, can I help you?" Brian asked as he blatantly stared at the man,
trying to place what seems so familiar.
"Yeah, I'm lookin' for Mike. Is he here?"
Brian quickly answered, feeling a nervousness he couldn't quite explain,
"No he isn't here, and won't be back until tomorrow. Come back then." He
started to close the door, but a large foot in a weighty boot stopped the
door.
The visitor grabbed the door jamb with one huge stubby hand.
"No, I ain't comin' come back. I'm comin' in and waitin', you little
fag," he growled and started into the doorway.
More forcefully, Brian's voice rose, "No, you can't wait here." He put
his hand on the visitor's chest, trying to hold him back. "Michael will be
back tomorrow!"
The big man suddenly grabbed Brian's arm, forcing it away from his chest
and pushed the young man out of his way.
"I said I was comin' in." And he did.
Brian yelled, "Get out of here. You are trespassing now. Leave now or
I'll call the police."
The visitor seized Brian's upper arms, lifting him off his feet, pushing
him face down onto the couch pillows.
"Hey, fucker, no more of that. You will shut up and listen to me. You
got it?"
Brian struggled to get out of the couch, but received a swift backhand
to his face, smashing his head around against the couch back. He could smell
the liquor on the man's breath. He's been drinking for a while, he thought.
"You son of a bitch, get the hell out of here. Now!"
Very slowly the man grunted, "How many of those you want? Huh? I got a
lot of 'em left."
Brian looked fierce, but just looked down at his hands in his lap. His
handsome face now had the imprint of a hand across the cheek, and still
burned. He was afraid he couldn't get out of this mess. Who the hell is this
guy? He'd ask!
"OK, so you're here. Who are you and what do you want?"
The visitor leaned over Brian and smiled, but didn't mean it. "Well,
pretty boy, first we'll find out who you are. Huh? Tell me your name."
"My name is Brian."
"OK, Brian, we've gotten that far. Have you another name?"
"Brian Whitlow."
"And just what is a Brian Whitlow? Besides a playboy ... or maybe he
is what I'd call a 'toy boy'. You got me wonderin' now. What is it?
He spoke vehemently, "It's none of your business who I am." He stared at
the big man, "I am a friend of Congressman Keith and live in Washington. I
hope that's enough because that's all you get!"
"Well, now I found out who 'pretty boy' is. When I saw you on that
sailboat this afternoon, stark naked, I wondered just who you could be."
Brian sat up, incensed, "We weren't doing anything." He closed his eyes
and realized he had just confirmed his presence on the boat. "So you saw me,
so what?"
"So what? So this, pretty boy. I still like Mike and want Mike, but now
that I've seen you close up, I like you too." He actually leered at the young
man.
Now Brian was really scared. His body shook as his mind conjured up
horrible possibilities.
Trying to deflect his tormentor, he spoke more calmly, "So, just who
are you, anyway?"
The big man sat on the arm of the couch, leaning toward Brian. He
reached out and mussed the young man's hair.
"Pretty boy, I ate your friend Michael's dick fourteen years ago and was
he good, he always came like a volcano - hot and lots of the white stuff. I
had to hold him down he got so excited. We were very close."
Brian stuttered, "You .... yo ... yo ... you're Bryan, aren't you.
You're the one who got mad at Michael and quit being a friend. So why are you
here giving me a hard time?"
"So Mikey told you that, huh, then you'd know why! See, Mike and I
had sex games then, 14 years ago, and I finally sucked him off. Then the son
of a bitch wouldn't suck me off. And I was so fuckin' horny and drippin', and
he pushed me away. He refused to suck me. And I even swallowed his cum. Is
that fair?"
Trying to remain composed, Brian asked, "Did you ask him why he refused
to suck you?" The left side of his face hurt terribly but he would bide his
time.
His voice was bitter, "There couldn't be any reason. I sucked him, so
he shoulda sucked me off, swallowing and all." He stomped around the room,
keeping one wary eye on Brian. "He didn't say anythin'. I told him to git out
and he run home even that late at night. He never spoke to me again - ever.
Just before we graduated, I told him that he'd get his, and I meant it."
Stopped in front of Brian, his head lowered, he was thinking, 'Yes, maybe I
can get back at him tonight.' He looked at Brian again, wondering what he
could do to have his revenge.
Bryan wasn't sure just what Brian's relationship might be with Mike. He
knew they must have had sex on the sailboat, but not how far they went. I
wonder if he's a virgin. If he is, and I got him first, that would sure be
revenge. The more he thought about it, the better the idea sounded.
He stood by the couch, grabbed Brian's left wrist and pulled him onto
his feet. Turning the young man around, he wrapped his thumb and forefinger
around the wrist, grabbing the back of his shorts with the three fingers.
That should hold, he thought. His hand strength was super good.
"Dude, I want you to find me some booze. Whatever ol' Mike has got, and
I'm going to hang on to you. Let's go."
Brian headed for the kitchen even though he didn't know where Mike kept
the liquor. He also knew that Bryan had been drinking already and seemed a
little unsteady.
"I don't know where it is" he said querulously, "he never showed me."
"Well, we'll just have to hunt together."
After opening five or six cupboards, they found two rows of bottles of
liquor, anything he'd want.
Bryan threw Brian out of the way, grabbed a bottle of rye whiskey off
the shelf. Quickly removing the top, he swung it up and guzzled a few ounces.
Brian was thinking if he drinks that fast he'll be under the table soon.
Grabbing Brian's arm again, he pulled him into the living room and back
on the couch.
"We'll jist stay here a bit."
The room was quiet, only the sound of their breathing. Brian was
suffering amid all the tension, he was scared and didn't know what to do. He
didn't want to get hurt, but was tired of this clod with him.
The next time Bryan raised the bottle to his lips, Brian was close
enough to reach out and swipe the bottle out of his hands and across the room,
draining alcohol all the way.
"You get out of this house. This belongs to Mike and you have no
business here. I don't want you here. So get out!"
Brian started to run toward the door, but Bryan was faster. He caught
him and back he went onto the couch. Bryan seethed, standing over the young
man, and suddenly struck. The other side of Brian's face was smashed with a
hard backhand. The young blond didn't go out, but was very dizzy for a while.
"That was your last warning, kid, now it's my turn. Stand up!"
Brian stood, swaying, not sure of his legs. The older man abruptly put
his hand inside the neck of the boy's t-shirt and ripped it right down the
middle, tearing it off the blond. After that, the big ox manhandled Brian,
turning him this was and that, looking at his body. Feeling the muscles of
his back, then his chest, he told the young man he had a good body.
"Just like I like," Bryan growled, "and I think I'm gonna have some
fun." His face was practically against Brian's and his smile was not a
pleasant smile. The alcohol fumes made Brian sick to his stomach, sick and
scared as he was. He could never beat Bryan physically.
Gradually, the big man pushed the young man in front of him backwards
until his legs met the top of the table in the living room.
"OK, kid, I want you to lay back on the table. No! No complaining. Just
do what I say or you'll get more pain than you ever felt before."
Brian did what he wanted, even more scared, but what could he do. He was
lying on the table with his legs hanging over the edge.
Bryan had dreamed his plan for the kid, and he'd been imagining what he
would do to Mike for a while, this kid would have to do now.
He gave the kid another fierce look, "Don't try anything. You'll regret
it."
The old man took off his jacket, so he still had a t-shirt on. Reaching
for his belt buckle, he loosened it, unzipped the pants and let them fall on
the floor.
Brian couldn't help it, he raised his head to see what he was doing. He
almost died right then. The guy had not worn underwear and so was naked
except for the t-shirt. At the top of Bryan's legs, Brian saw the largest
cock he'd ever seen in his life, not only long, but almost the width of a beer
can.
He groaned and lay back down.
"If you are planning to do what I think you are, you understand that
Mike will kill you! No empty threat. He will do it. When you least expect it
and he'll do it so he'd never be caught."
"Never. That wimp would never kill me. He wouldn't know how and
wouldn't have the guts."
Brian countered, "I know he will. Just think about it a while." He was
trying very hard to sound tough and not cry, which is what he really wanted to
do. He also was having trouble to keep his body from shaking, his breathing
steady and praying he didn't piss in fright.
"You got the idea, kid. I'm planning to rip you apart. When my cock
spears your asshole, you'll think you just sat on a red hot poker. But I know
you'll love it, every one of the 10 inches, and every move it makes in your
guts. I'm very experienced at this you know."
He came closer to Brian, unzipped his shorts and pulled the shorts and
briefs off the young man's body, and off the legs. Brian felt totally at the
mercy of this devil.
"OK, Brian, I want you to raise your legs over your head, your knees by
your ears."
Brian yelled, "Damn it, wait! I've never been fucked before, never.
You will split my ass and kill me. Stop it!" He started to try to get up.
Abruptly Bryan reached out one ham of a hand, grabbed Brian's balls and
scrotum, squeezing tightly. Brian screamed, "Stop, stop! You are hurting me!
Oh, God, I can't stand it."
Bryan slightly released the pressure, then said, "I'll to be holdin'
onto your precious sack and if you try that again, I'll rip it right off! Do
you understand?"
Through the tears and convulsive, spasmodic breathing which had come
without his permission, Brian nodded his head. He figured his fate was
sealed. Damn, Mike won't want to love him or make love to him any more.
Bryan seized Brian's naked buttocks, felt them up vigorously, then
pulled the two melons apart, revealing the wrinkled rosebud as it seemed to
cringe in panic at the prospect of that organ probably trying to enter the
rectum through his anus. The young blond himself cringed, fearing an
intrusion up his whole body, he shivered and just couldn't stop.
Brian started moaning, crying silently, his muscles cramping and his
whole body taut like a board. He didn't know what to do when he felt a huge
blunt object against his body and soul. His right arm relaxed and
fell beside the table, resting in the overstuffed chair that backed up to the
table. It took a while before Brian realized just what he was feeling in that
chair. His finger slowly curled around the handle of the hammer he had used
that afternoon on the floor.
Oh, God, he thought, could I do it? Maybe I could hit him in the head,
maybe knock him out. At that point he felt the huge push at his rear door
that Bryan's super cock was knocking. He wanted in!
I've got to try it. Or else I'm going to be painfully raped. He still
has hold of my balls so I have to make it right the first try. Here goes!
TO BE CONTINUED