Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 12:04:36 -0800
From: Tyler Waggoner <twag1983@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 15

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***** AUTHOR'S NOTE *****

I am writing this story from different character's perspectives (I will let
the reader know which character in my author's note, introducing the
chapter), to give reader's insight into each character -- what they are
experiencing -- thinking -- as the story develops.  I'm definitely open to
suggestions so do not hesitate to contact me, at TWag1983@hotmail.com.

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new, but fun, so I welcome all) -- I'm continuing to learn!  I hope you
enjoy Chapter 15 of 'A Family Made'.

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Tyler


**** CHAPTER INTRODUCTION ****

THIS CHAPTER begins from the perspective of Nik.  It progresses in the
perspective of Lucas (Nikky/Luke).  It ends from the perspective of Bric.


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Enjoy Chapter 15.

Tyler



A Family Made -- Chapter 15


December - January 2010 (Part 1 of 2)


"Nik, you couldn't have asked for more," Abe opined with a proper British
accent.

I looked over at Marc, who was sitting on the other side of a long mahogany
conference table; he just shook his head, smiling.

"Nik," Abe continued, "she gave you sole custody of Lucas, the Seattle
house, management rights of the children's trust funds," he paused, looking
distant for a moment, then continued, "as well as land just outside of
Vancouver,"

"The merger left her a very very wealthy woman.  Liquid assets of $500
million,"

Abe paused, tapping the table once, for effect, "seems that, although
unusual, the merger was quickly followed by an acquisition, giving a return
of over 10:1 on some Class A stock,"

Abe shook his head.

"50 million in cash, Nik, fucking hard cash, and a trust fund for you,
another 50 million," Abe's eyes bored deep, "that's in ADDITION to, " his
finger tapped the hard wood, "the other 100 million to Lucas and Juliana,"

"I," feebly attempted to interrupt.

"AND, your plane is paid off, the two cars in the garage ... the Spider,
and your BMW, PAID,"

"I, think,"

"AND, Judge Henson is ready to sign off on the whole mess," Abe shook his
head, "FUCK, how sweet is that?!"

I paused, this time counting 1-1000, 2-1000, 3-1000,

"I was going to say, Abe," I paused making sure he was listening, "that I
think the deal is good,"

"GOOD?  IT'S F U C K I N G SPECTACULAR !"

"Nik," Marc's booming voice parted the air, "Congratulations man, your
single and well taken care of!"

I looked deep into my best friend, all of the tension of this situation
melted ... gone.  I was free.  Lucas was free.  Juliana was free.  Each
free to make whatever decisions we wanted; no debt, no worries, and we had
each other.

"Congratulations," Abe's head nodding agreement.  He pushed the papers in
front of me.

I pulled out my pen, a lapis lazuli pen Luis had given me, signing my name
... the rich cobalt blue of the fountain's ink sinking into the paper.  I
then carefully initialed each page, placing each beside the other, to dry.
I looked at all the documents, then up at my best friend, smiling.

Marc's hulking frame agilely came around the table, pulling me from the
chair; my whole body, engulfed.

Abe stood, extending his hand, "Glad I could be of service Nik,", I shook
firmly.

"Thank you Abe," I turned to Marc, "you didn't steer me wrong buddy, thank
you!"

"Only the best for my best friend," Marc embraced me, his strong hand
slapping my shoulder.

"There is one more thing, gentleman," Abe began, pulling a legal folder
from his attache.

"There is the matter of Master Lucas," his eyebrows arching as he pulled
out a document, placing it on the shiny table.

"Abe," Marc spoke as he offered me a seat, sliding into the chair next to
me, "let me take it from here,"

Marc turned to face me, "Nik, you know how much Nikky means to me," his
eyes intense, "in every fucking way,"

I looked into Marc, as he continued, "I intend to spend every moment with
Nikky.  I intend to make him my wife, my partner, my everything, Nik,"
Marc's large hand rested on my forearm, "I need to know, now ... for all
time ... that you are 100% with me, buddy,"

My mind drifted back to Mt Suksan; a voyeur as Marc made love to my son
... my conflict ... all of the feelings during those few days; Luis, his
striking beauty; Rafael on our wedding night, my hand feeling our daughter
moving inside her; the nurse at the Naval Hospital, "it's a boy"; Lucas,
his brilliance, stunning beauty, gentle soul ... all of it flooding through
me.

I nodded, eyes never leaving Marc's.

"Then I want you to permit me, Nik, to provide for Lucas," Marc started,
"and allow me to establish a trust fund," he blinked away a large tear,
"just in case I am not there to do it myself,"

I looked, quizzically.

"Nik," Abe began, "because you are the legal guardian for Lucas until he is
of legal age, any monies can be intercepted and redirected," Abe paused,
"this is, well, like a memorandum of understanding, so that if Marc does
not survive until Lucas and Marc are legally wed, the executors of the
estate will understand your mutual intent,"

"You must sign an affidavit that would establish that although you are
Lucas' legal guardian, you waive those rights, placing them into Marc's
hand,"

Marc's hand tightened around my forearm, "Buddy, this is only until Nikky
and I are married, legally married.  You know that can't happen until he's
16," Marc looking deeply into me, "you know Nik I'd put my life before his
and you, always"

I nodded.  "So, what is this?"

"This document," Abe said, "is a voluntary waiver of parental rights and of
financial entitlement and a declaration of mutual trust; essentially, you
are waiving your parental rights with regard to any matters related to
Lucas.  It allows Marc, and his counsel, to develop all the legal entities
necessary to insure that should Marc not survive to marry your son, that
Marc's intent is carried out,"

"Although a court would rule it inadmissible should you determine to
reclaim Master Lucas, it is enough to establish intent, which is the sole
purpose for matters of Mr. Velitchov's estate and trust,".

I started reading, and slowly made my way through the pages.  The document
clearly stated that Marc and I would jointly decide how Lucas was to be
raised, that I was only allowing Marc and his legal counsel the rights to
form and maintain Lucas' financial future, in the form of a family trust.
It clearly stated that Lucas would remain in Seattle unless I relocated and
chose for him to be nearby.  Until such time that Marc and Lucas were
legally wed, this document would be in full force, followed by all the blah
blah blah that only an attorney who bills $1800 an hour could muster.

I smiled to Marc.  I knew without any doubt that he loved my son.  I knew
without any doubt that he loved me; in the 28 years I have known him, I had
never ever thought otherwise about my best friend.

I pulled the document over, and signed.  The blue ink diffusing ever so
slightly as it bonded to the page.

"Only one other thing left, gentleman," Abe started, "and," he shifted a
bit, "I, for once, am short on words,"

We paused, waiting.

"I may not agree with the manner of your life style," his gray temples
thumped a few times," but, as counsel, my personal beliefs should not and
will not interfere with my obligations," he nodded to Marc then to me,"to
my clients,"

"I have never asked if there are certain improprieties occurring," his
finger dancing through the air, coming to rest on his lips, "and I DO NOT
want to know,"

I turned to Marc, both of us sharing a knowing smile; we jointly turned to
Abe,

"I do not know what you are alluding to," I began, "but this man only
treats my son with the respect that I would, his,"

"And I the same," Marc's voice boomed next to me.

"I thought it best to be clear," Abe stated,

"Understood," Marc said.

"Now," Abe continued, "when Lucas reaches the legal age for marriage in the
State of Washington, you Nik, as his father and guardian, will be asked,"
he leaned over the table for emphasis, "whether you have any reservations,"
Abe's finger again tapping the table, "or knowledge of any impropriety
toward Lucas, by a person in a position of trust or leadership,"

"To which I will attest, a firm, NO," looking Abe directly in the eye.

Abe sat back, resting his hands on his lap.  "Then, gentleman, I believe
everything is in order,".  Abe casually turned, "anything else, Nik?"

"No, Abe, I believe we are good,"

Abe rose, Marc then I firmly shook his hand; Abe showing us how to exit,
pausing to introduce me to his paralegal, Carol.

As Marc and I made our way out of the palatial offices, he turned to me,

"You know Nik, I love Nikky more than Julia or you, but I could never
imagine a life without all of you in it,"

I put my arm around Marc,"I get it," my arm tightly drawing him in, "and, I
feel the same,"


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Luis' condo was south of SFO (San Francisco International) in an area
called Moss Beach, overlooking the Pacific Ocean.  It is a multilevel, with
a small deck ensconced in a modern white railing.  From the living room you
have sweeping views of the Pacific ocean.  Luis bought it after several
successful magazine layouts; a sexily suggestive spread was framed, Luis
mounted it next to the master closet, across from a photo of he and me,
which Lucas had taken last month in Puget Sound.

I pulled into the drive at 4:27p, the sun easing toward the Pacific.

The door opened; soft light highlighted his striking silhouette.

"Hi sweetie," Luis reaching into me ... soft lips on mine.

"Love you babe," I said as our lips parted; the warmth of his body,
electrifying.

"Love you more,"

Luis was spectacularly sexy in fire engine red JQK low risers, blue/white
JQK tank ... barefoot ... locks wet, fresh from the shower.

"So, what's so important that you couldn't wait another day?" he sexily
walked toward the kitchen, my cock twitching as I followed the curves of
his ass.

I walked behind him, pulling him into me; arms around him, as we entered
the kitchen.

"Its final baby, as of this morning,"

Luis turned, scooting around in my arms to face me, my cock pressing into
him.  He brushed his hand against my face, his lips met mine ... the
freshness of his tongue filling me.  Luis pressed his hardness against me,
my fingers slipping down, kneading the sweetness of his ass.

"I love you, like I never could have imagined," his words tiptoed across my
lips,

I picked him up, legs clasping around my waist; arms around my neck ... the
tips of our tongues, gently waggling.  Wetness seeping through my slacks as
I carried Luis to bed.

He lay watching me undo the last button, my shirt falling ... his
excitement seeping, wetness expanding ... listening; my buckle, the button
on my slacks, the soft sound of my zipper ... slacks sliding to the floor.
I pulled my boxers down, wet droplets of prenut moist on my leg.  Cool air
swirled around the heat of my ball sac, meat throbbing ... clear prenut
drooling.

Luis crossed his hands, pulling his tank over his head, throwing it to me;
I put it to my nose, inhaling his scent ... maddening.

I got on the bed, straddling his leg, pulling his shorts down ... silky
bush exploding out, followed by the wet slap of his cock ... beads of
excitement spraying onto his abdomen, then hesitantly, trickling down his
side.

"You are so," Luis' eyes glistened in the ebbing light, "fucking
beautiful".

"moi?" ('me?')

I pushed his legs together with mine, lowering myself over him ... noses
touching, "oui, vous!" ('yes, you!'), Luis' cock responding between us.

I gently kissed him, feeling the softness of his lips; their contours
etched in my mind. I savored his scent, my tongue and lips migrating along
the silkiness of his skin, Luis' locks springing gently as I kissed the
nape of his neck.  I slowly made my way down, stopping to appreciate each
nipple,

"ah," his left nipple twitched, skin erect,

"aah," my stubble lightly encircled his right areola, my tongue flicking
the tip ... prenut seeping between us.  Luis' fingers gently nestled in my
hair, pulling my head into him; thumb caressing my ear.

I gently sucked his nipple, now, fully erect.  I looked up, his eyes
meeting mine ... wanting.

My tongue slid down, the fine wisps of hair tickled; my lips drawing them
up, wet, as I played in his trail.  Finally, his bush pushed into me ... a
forrest of his scent; I inhaled ... intoxication driving me -- I pushed his
legs up ... tenderness, the sweet taste of his pussy,

"Niiiiikkk," my tongue plunging into him ... his essence, insane.

Luis' hips gyrated as my tongue expanded then twisted inside, lapping
... wanting ... needing, my hands pulling apart his tight muscular globes.
Sheets, wet with excitement ... my cock spraying in anticipation.  I slowly
pulled from him, rising ... legs hugging around my hips ... my cock against
his flower, spattering ... preparing him.  I rubbed my cock head against
his introitus, beads of prenut pushed inside; Luis' pussy lips rhythmically
contracting as my tip flicked into him ... softness of Luis' toes against
me, exploring the small of my back.

Our eyes locked, seeing deeply into each other.  Luis tightened his legs,
pulling me toward him as my head eased through his sphincter ... heat,
moist, soft ... pulsating ... tightness surrounding me as Luis pulled me
inside; cunt sucking ... needing ... wanting ... having.

My hands reached beside me, pulling Luis' legs up ... ankles hugging my
neck; I eased onto him ... meat swelling as his cunt contracted around me,

"I love you," whispering over his lips; a surge of prenut rocketing through
my shaft, pushing deep into him.

"I love you my sweet baby,"

Our lips locked as I eased back through his moistness, then, plunged
deeply, another surge of prenut milked from my shaft ... easing, cunt
rippling satisfaction, then plunge ... moist cunt sucking hungrily.

Luis moaning Portuguese in my ear,

Plunge, tight moistness ... easing out, cunt walls holding me ... over and
over and over; our wetness seeping, dripping between our balls,

"Baby," Luis moaned, "my sweet sweet baby,"

Plunge ... easing slowly, then plunging deep, twisting around, Luis arching
beneath me, his cunt violently convulsing,

"AHHHHH!" a hot spray of semen between us, the smell of Luis' essence
flashing upward, "Ahhhhhh!! Porra!" ('fuck!'), spray after spray his cunt
constricting tightly around my meat,

"Sweet Jesus," intense pressure, uncontrollable pressure,

"ahhhHHHHH!" I screamed as the my seed powerfully shot through my cock
... wave after wave, intense eruptions, violently propelled into the heat
of his tight wetness,

Luis mumbling unintelligibly, my breath streaming around his ear ... his
locks, clinging to my face ... wet.

"I love you my sweet baby," I whispered, "my sweet sweet baby,"

"Mmmm," wetting his lips, "I love you my sweet Nikky, all of me,"

Slowly we recovered ... my tongue slipping in the streams and tributaries,
lapping as much of Luis' as I could ... his taste, sweet tingles on my
tongue ... my cock ebbing from the recesses, puffy lips folding to contain
me.

We lay there, Luis cuddled into me, spooning; my cock resting in his cleft.

"I don't want to be apart from you anymore," I gently whispered, Luis'
drawing my arms tightly around him, "ever".

"Me either,"

We lay, quietly savoring each other.

Luis turned, his hand softly gliding along my jaw.

"I can commute," he softly said.  I nodded my reply; our lips smiled into
each others.

I lay back, Luis' snuggled in, my fingers absently toying in his locks.

The last flickers of day light, extinguished.


***********************************


Marc is gone, the house empty.  Jesse away with Bric; how they managed to
accomplish that, I can only imagine.  Marc flew out this afternoon to have
dinner with Jon and Tyler, his 18 year old twins.  God I hope it goes well.
He's going to tell them about us, a prelude to the Holidays for sure.  I
wanted to go with him, but he insisted he needed to do this one, alone.
Sophia and Julianna left for Paris yesterday; they will be back for
Christmas.  I can't stand just ... being ... not knowing how things are
going to go with Jon and Tyler.

I walked around, doing nothing really.  I called the florist in Kauai;
everything is arranged, house and ground decorations already beginning in
both Hawaii and Mt Suksan.  This afternoon, I met with the four staff
members who would be accompanying the family -- everything has been taken
care of ... food, liquor, down to favorite treats and bedding for the kids.
I laughed; yeah, all 'kids' ... all, older than me.

I need to calm down ... get my bearings.

------------------------

The cold air badgered me as I walked the street.  I breathed deep, feeling
winter.  I walked up the steps, fumbling a bit for the key I knew I had
placed, in the right pocket; the porch light casting obtuse shadows over
the grass.

Finally, I unlocked the door.

The house was the same, all the memories of growing up, a rapid but jumbled
montage.  I walked up the stairs, sitting on my bed.  I pulled my ipod out,
fumbling with the tracks; ears buds in.

I lay back, closing my eyes, enjoying the familiar smell of my room.  Bruno
Mars "Grenade" started,

'Easy come, easy go, That's just how you live, oh,'

I wish I could have it all; mom, dad, Sophia, Jesse and me ... and Marc,
all as it was just a few short months ago.  I know, silly thought, huh?

'Take, take, take it all,'

I thought about swimming, the upcoming year, finishing school.  Luis talked
me into submitting a portfolio; I met with his agent; a Euro magazine
signed me up, a photo shoot is scheduled for late January ... well, all
pending dad's signature.

I can't help smiling; how different my life has turned, all in the last six
months!

'Gave you all I had And you tossed it in the trash You tossed it in the
trash, you did To give me all your love is all I ever asked 'Cause what you
don't understand is ...'

I miss you mom, really really miss you.  Are you even thinking about me?

'What you don't understand is I'd catch a grenade for ya Throw my hand on a
blade for ya I'd jump in front of a train for ya You know I'd do anything
for ya oh oh oh oh oh'

-------------------------

I flicked the switch; the lights around the periphery jumping bright, then
dimming to their usual setting ... warmth filled the room.  The studio, a
worn but comfortable glove; in the center, a tarp covered the work.  I
walked over, slowly pulling, exposing the marble ... it's blackness
interrupted by a strand of grayish-white, perfectly deflecting through.
Yes, perfect, absolutely perfect ... not one thing to change.

God please, please let it survive the trip ... not one chip, not one line
added.

I covered it up, making sure the tarp was secure.  I then went over to the
corner of the room, opening the door to the storage closet.  I pulled the
intricately inlayed wood box from the shelf; I closed the door behind me as
I walked back to the center of the room.  I put the box next to the tarp.

I walked over to the workbench, pulling a small lump of bright orange
post-its out of my pocket.

"XPORT - LIH - VELITCHOV", I wrote on two of them, on the other two "EXTRM
FRAGILE".  I pulled two pieces of masking tape off a dispenser; I turned
and firmly stuck one of each, on both the box and the tarp, securing them
with masking tape.

There, done.

The transport company would be by in the morning, a staff member
accompanying them; LIH (Lihue, Hawaii) the destination.

The last two gifts for Christmas all ready!

If everything went well with Jon and Tyler, dinner with Marc Jr and Ryan
(the other set of twins) would follow; I was accompanying Marc on that one.
I crossed my fingers; God please, let this be a wonderful Christmas!



****************************


The soft drone of the propeller was significantly dampened by the excellent
cabin insulation. The Piper Meridian is a very cool plane; easy to fly and
stable.  It is an advanced, fully pressurized aircraft; a buddy of mine in
the flying club loaned it to me, after lots of papers were signed.

I ran Jesse through his paces in the simulator; he excelled.

Now, my hand rested on Jesse's left thigh.  He was 'pilot in charge',
guiding the aircraft over the mountains; not officially, as he had yet to
formally 'solo', but he had enough hours to trust him, fully, at the
controls.  Mountain flying was challenging, but Jesse was really good;
although he wasn't quite ready to handle thermals at lower altitudes.  We
leveled at 23-0 (twenty three thousand feet), navigating around the high
peaks so we had plenty of altitude.

I had arranged this 'cross country' (the term defined by AOPA [Aircraft
Owners and Pilots Association], as any flight that includes a landing at a
point other than departure, and includes the use of reckoning, electronic
navigation, pilotage, etc.) for the sole purpose of us getting away from
Seattle (Tracie and the kids; she, now 7 months pregnant).  We purposely
left just late enough, so I could justify an overnight; flight time was a
little over 5 hours.

We were on our way to Driggs, Idaho; I had a friend who arranged a room at
Teton Springs Lodge.  We landed just before 3pm; the resort car picked us
up. The temperature was barely pushing 34F, with a 10 knot breeze from the
North.

"I brought your gift," Jesse leaned in so only I could hear, as we headed
toward the lodge.

I shifted in the seat, my cock rapidly swelling, "mmmm," I growled,

The car brought us up to the lodge and spa; I told Jesse that Teton had
luxury cabins, but we'd have to wait for that experience.  He leaned
forward, squeezing my hand ... the driver had no clue.

We checked in, taking our flight bags upstairs; our room was at the end, on
the third floor.  I opened the door, bowing, gesturing widely for Jesse to
enter; both of us shucked our boots by the door.

A kitchen and dining table were off to the left; wide planked table with a
bowl of fruit and a cabernet, two glasses.  The living room was spacious; a
gas fireplace in the corner by large windows overlooking the Big Hole
Mountains, leather sofa and two chairs, with ottoman; the room opened onto
a nice sized deck.  We turned, walking through a small foyer into the
bedroom; Western motif, surround sound system with an iPod connect, king
sized bed.

"So," I said as we stood in the master bedroom, "what'd you think?"

"Wow, your killin it," Jesse turned, huge smile, "way awesome!"

He saw them.

Jesse's favorite color is purple.  There were a dozen lavender roses, beset
with rich greenery, on the chest of drawers in the bedroom.

I wanted our first night together to be special.

Jesse walked over, smelling the bouquet.  I stood behind him, feeling his
ass press against my hardness; tasting the back of his neck.

"I want to be ... US, tonight babe,"

"It's all I've thought about," he purred, my hand slipping under his shirt,
lightly edging his navel.

We unpacked, the sun wearily peeking through the window; the temperature
outside, falling quickly.  The forecast called for 14F.

"I'll get my shower," Jesse peeked his head out of the bathroom.

"K, then I'll get mine,"

"Oh no you won't, " Jesse sexily half-smiled, "I want you just the way you
are,".

I turned the gas fireplace on, then sat; down stuffed leather chair,
hugging.  I listened to Jesse bustling about in the master bedroom; my cock
leaking, thinking about us.  I heard the bathroom door close.

I waited until the shower started.  I turned the heat down to 67F before
walking into the bedroom.  I took out a sack from my flight bag.

I unwrapped each candle, carefully placing them throughout the kitchen,
living room and bedroom.  I lighted each, then turned out the lights.

Hmm, not bad Fuller, pretty damn romantic, as I looked around.

Each candle a deep lavender.  I listened to Jesse humming; he is amazingly
good.  I took off my shirt and jeans, hanging them in the closet, tossing
my socks under them.  It felt good to stand with my meat pushing against
the front of my briefs, cool air slipping along my ball sac.

I went back to the living room, sitting in the chair, feet on the ottoman;
the subtle scent of lavender meandered over.  I couldn't help slipping a
finger along my nut, anticipating Jesse.

The sound of water stopped.  I could feel my wet spot expanding,
anticipation seeping through.

--------------------------------

Jesse's soft hands slid over my chest, his breath on my ear,

"This," he kissed the top of my ear," is so awesomely special babe," the
candlelight danced around us.

"I wanted our night to be extra special Jess," I turned, kissing his cheek.

Jesse covered my eyes.  "No peeking, promise?"  I shook my head yes.  I
listened to the slight crunch as feet crumpled carpet, his scent wafting
by.  I heard the shiver of leather, the sounds of him on the chair by the
fireplace.

"Lieutenant Command Fuller," Jesse's voice echoing off the leather, "I
believe your package is ready,"

I opened my eyes.  Jesse was laying prone on the chair, his beautiful ass
framed by the dark purple bands of the thong.  It was the first time I saw
him wear it.

"OOfta!"

I stood as a rush of blood hit my cock, meat arching in the briefs.  I
slowly walked over, the candle light illuminating his smooth lines.  My
hand glided along the silkiness of Jesse's ass; his hole perfectly smooth
... head cocked to the side, eyes sultrily looking up at me.

"Baby, you are so fucking hot," Jesse's pussy winking as my finger slipped
over.

"So are you babe,"

I slipped down, meat oozing as my tongue edged along the rim of his pussy;
Jesse's skin quivered response.  My fingers slid along the back of his
feet, soft; my tongue exploring the lip of his pussy.  Jesse wiggled his
ass, the tip of my tongue entering him briefly; I slowly kissed along each
globe, my fingers slipping between his toes ... soft moans against leather.
I put my hands on his globes, my thumbs pushing his pussy lips apart as I
kissed along the sides of his legs, inching downward, my nose nuzzling
against the flesh of his heel,

"So sweet babe, so sweet," I breathed against his skin.

I pulled Jesse back, my hands rising along his sides helping him up; I
turned him.  Mmmmm, his cock filled the thong ... stretching to be
released; the fabric darkened as prenut seeped.

I slid down, my lips lapped against his hardness, sucking prenut from the
soaked fabric; my hands on the contours of his calves ... prenut tingling
on my tongue, then in my throat.

Lazily I worked my way up, pausing to enjoy his treasure trail.  I dipped
into his navel; Jesses legs weakened; I put my strong hands around his
hips, supporting him.

I looked up; Jesse's mouth open, eyelashes fluttering.  I smiled, he is so
amazingly sweet.  I stood, my fingers enjoying his skin, lips meeting.  We
kissed, Jesse snuggled cozily in my arms ... his hardness pushing on mine;
wet spots intermingled.

"I think we should go into the kitchen,"

"k," Jesse cooed.  He slowly walked toward the kitchen, the perfection of
his ass shimmering in candle light.

I took the champagne out of the fridge, pulling two glasses from the door.

"Wow," Jesse said, his arm slipping around my waist, "you," his eyes met
mine, "thought of everything,".  Jesse's hand brushed along my cheek, "this
is so special babe,".

I leaned down, pecking his lips.

I poured our champagne, foam rushing to the top then slipping back as frost
thickened on the flues.  I handed one to Jess.

"To us babe," I saluted,

"To us babe, forever," he replied.

My cock pulsed.  Forever.  Yes Jess, I want you to be with me, forever.
How we we're going to work everything out ... who knows, but I never want
to lose you.

Ever.

We sipped champagne, Jesse's leg slowly wrapping around mine, hand on the
warmth of his back; a finger straying into his cleft then along his bud.
Jess rested his head on my chest.  Jesus, he felt so good.  I smelled his
hair, then his neck ... I'll never have enough.

Jesse's finger strayed along my crotch, playing in my wetness.  He looked
up, his eyes seeing into me; a devilish smile.  Jesse slowly unwrapped his
leg from mine.  He took my hand, leading me into the living room.

Jesse took my flue, putting it on the table beside his.  He pushed me onto
the chair, putting his foot onto the arm; my eyes, locked in his.  He
reached down with his hand, sliding his fingers along the band of my
briefs, pulling; he took the index finger of his other hand, scooping out a
glob of prenut.  He brushed by his nose, inhaling, then reached underneath
himself, fingered his hole.

My hardness leaped out.  Jesse dipped his finger into my slit, pulling
prenut ... fingering more into his hole, then, slowly licking off his
finger.

Jesse leaned into me, "I," he licked his finger again, "belong to you," his
breath tinged with champagne, "always".

Fuck.  My cock sprayed prenutt, droplets clinging to the hairs of my
treasure trail.  Hot, very hot.  Jesse's sweetness was for me ... fuck yeah
... fuck.

Jesse got up, bringing our champagne glasses over.  The hiss of the gas
fire the only sound; candle light dancing through the room.  He straddled
my leg, his wetness pressed against me.  We clinked glasses,

"To us," his smile, radiating,

"To us babe,".

We sipped, looking into each other; Jesse's skin, glowing.  I brushed his
lips with my thumb, he nibbled.  Jesse slipped between my legs, sitting
with his back against the chair, my fingers absently playing with his
nipple.  Silently we drained our glasses, Jesse's cheek against my thigh.

"Done?" looking at his glass,

"For now," he looked up into my eyes.

I took our glasses, getting up, walking toward the kitchen, Jesse
following.

I placed the glasses on the table, Jesse against me.  Turning, I pulled him
into me; leaning in, our lips met; my tongue exploring him, his encircling
mine.  We kissed, my fingers gently fumbling with his ear; his fondling my
manhood.

"Oh," he said, "I put some tunes together for us,"

Jesse went into the bedroom.  I heard him fumbling in a bag.

He came out, rejoining me.

The sound of Bruno Mars, 'Just the Way you Are' floated from the bedroom.

"I need you," my breath on his lips,

"I want you," his breath in mine.

I scooped Jesse up, legs over my arm; he put his arm around my neck; I
pecked him on the lips.  I carried him into the bedroom, candle light
flickering off the walls.

Jesse had carefully arranged the night stand; a folded washcloth and bottle
of lube were on my side.

'She's so beautiful And I tell her every day' ...  Bruno crooned,

I gingerly lay Jesse down in the center of the bed, his cock straining
against the thong.  I slowly straddled him, my legs drawing his arms
against him; my balls pushing down, meat throbbing.  Jesse lifted his head,
his tongue dipping around my briefs, flicking along my nut.

"ah!"

Jesse's hands grabbed my ass, pulling me up; wet spot against his face,
tongue exploring between my leg and nut.  Air colly slipping along my ball
sac as Jesse deeply inhaled.  Jesse pushed the band of my briefs with his
tongue, freeing my nut; sensations of warmth ... muffled slurps; lips
caressing, gently sucking.

'When I see your face (face, face...)  There's not a thing that I would
change 'Cause you're amazing (amazing) Just the way you are (are)'
... Bruno continued in the background,

Jesse working my other nut, briefs bunched between them.

I pulled free, gazing into Jesse's eyes, watching the fullness of his
lashes meet. I moved down, my thumbs gently circling around his nipples;
Jesse wetting his lips, tongue glistening in the flickering light.

Jesse's fingers grasped my briefs, I arched, letting my meat spring; Jesse
pushing my briefs down.  I reached down, pushing them past my feet,
flinging them aside.

I knelt, pulling Jesse up, his cock arched tightly in the thong.  I licked
along the top, dipping down, feeling his bush, nibbling along the sides;
the softness of his skin on my cheek.

Jesse shivered under me, his cock pulsing beneath the fabric.  I grasped
the band running along his waist, pulling with my teeth; his cock springing
wetly; my mouth sucking him in,

"Ahhhh," he arched his hips, thong pushing under his balls.

I sucked, feeling prenut spray over my tongue; Jesse's meat swelling,

"ah fuck," he whispered.

Bruno finished in the background, there was a pause, then Taylor Swift,
'Mine' starting.

I slowly worked Jesse's balls, my fingers pulling the bands of the thong
down over his ass cheeks, his legs bending as I slid them off, flinging
them.

Jesse lay, feet on the bed, legs separated; my tongue exploring his balls;
my strong hands kneading his calves.  His smell, invigorating.

'I say "Can you believe it?  As we're lying on the couch?  The moment I can
see it.  Yes, yes, I can see it now'.

My tongue slid along his shaft, scooping his prenut; Jesse's creaminess
swirled over my tongue ... tingles on my buds; my meat ... hard, throbbing.
I couldn't get enough of his tender essence ... driving me ... needing to
take all of him.  My lips ever so gently explored him ... light wisps of
leg hair, silky smoothness along the inside of his foot; each toe, perfect
... licking between them, Jesse moaning softly.

Jesse wrapped his legs around me, pulling me down then rolling me over.  He
was on top of me ... his cock pressed against my manhood; our wetness
pooling ... soft lips on mine; taunt globes under my hands.

'Do you remember all the city lights on the water?  You saw me start to
believe for the first time ...'  the lyrics subtly ambled around us.

Jesse's tongue drove into me, my tongue wrapping around his; our slurps
resounding off the pillows; excitement leaking, dribbling onto the sheets.

The music faded.

My fingers encircled Jesse's face, his eyes locked on mine,

"I need you baby," I growled, "need you, bad,"

I rolled him over, pushing his legs up; exposing him.  Jesse licked his
lips,

"I want you," he softly replied.

I pushed my head onto him, his pussy lips quivered, prenut wetting us.  I
reached over grabbing the lube and cloth with one swipe; cock spraying more
prenut, coating his flower.

I pulled back, slicking my meat ... then ... pushing the head of the bottle
against Jesse's cunt, squired lube into him,

"aahh," he moaned, wiggling his ass under me.

I put the head of my manhood against him, pushing, feeling the tightness of
his sphincter; then, tapping his entrance ... pushing down on it.

Enrique Inglesias started in the background,

'I saw you talking on the phone, And know that you were not alone.'

Jesse's pussy lips parted, my head slowly popping inside.

'But you're stealing my heart away, Yeah you're stealing my heart away.'

I was in the most tight warm moistness ... Jesse contracting around me, his
feet on my back ... pulling me in.  Jesse gripped my arms, fingers
tightening around my triceps,

'Stop tryin' to steal my heart away' ... Nicole Scherzinger's voice
swirling around me,

My shaft slipped deeper ... Jesse's cunt pulling it in, sucking me.  I
shivered; his heat pulsing around the girth of my pole; balls dangling,
butting against his.  His sphincter beating all around me.

'I can feel your heartbeat I can feel your heartbeat (he said to me)'
... Enrique's voice ...

"You feel so fucking awesome," Jesse moaned, as I lowered myself onto him;
cunt vesiculating.

"Baby, I love you," my lips grazed his ear, "so much," Jesse squeezed his
cunt, milking me,

"I l o v e y o u ," Jesse breathed,

I pushed, my cock swelling as it began to twist inside him,

'I can feel your heartbeat (she said to me) I can feel your heartbeat (she
said to me),' ... Nicole's voice ...

Jesse panting; hips gyrating ... cunt sucking my swollen member ...
pulling me,

"Oh baby, fuck me, p l e a s e fuck me," Jesse's arms pulled me, his feet
pushed on my ass.

I slowly pushed up, reaching down, separating his legs; soft skin on my
cheeks, his toes flaring, ankles on my shoulders.

My meat inched backward, Jesse's cunt sucking, sphincter pulsing around my
shaft ... beating,

'Stop stealing my heart away You're stealing my heart away,' ... Enrique
and Nicole harmonizing,

My head, just inside, barely inside ... then, 'WOOOMP' I plunged deep,

"YES!" Jesse screamed, ass lifting then twisting around my shaft,

I slipped back, moist tightness slurping around me.

'WOOOMP' Jesse's head pushed hard into the pillow, the frame squeaking
beneath,

'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP',

slick motion,

'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp'
'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP',
'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP'

my meat pistoning in and out, pulses of prenut shooting through my shaft,

'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp'
'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP',
'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP'

the bed straining under us,

'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp'
'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP'

"y e a h," Jesse's head bobbing, ass squirming under me,

'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp'
'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP',
'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp' 'WOOOMP', 'slllrrp'
'WOOOMP', 'slllrrrp' 'WOOOMP',

"FUCK!" Jesse screamed, his cunt a vise around me, convulsing, a stream of
hot spooge shot between us onto the pillow,

"UGGGH," another heavy shot onto Jesse's face,

"UGGGHH" one more onto the other side of the pillow.

I felt like a dam, breaking, my balls contracted up, ass clenching
uncontrollably,

"YY E E A A HHHH," an intense wave of pleasure shot through me,

'WOOOOOOSH', hot seed rushed from my loins,

'WOOOOOOSSSSHHHH', powerful ejaculate ... fertileness spraying,

'WOOOOOSH', intense waves pulsing through my shaft,

'WOOOOOOSH', gurgling around my meat ... Jesse's walls forced aside,

'WOOOSH', deep deep warm wet surrounding me ...  chest heaving, Jesse
pinned beneath,


'Your heartbeat, your heartbeat' ... the, track, fading.


Jesse's legs slowly descended along my sides, the softness of his skin
gliding over mine ... exhilarating.

'Well you done done me and you bet I felt it I tried to be chill but you're
so hot that I melted,' ...  Jason Mraz's voice drifted over us,

"I love you baby, so much," my lips sucked in Jesse's.  We slowly kissed;
warm wetness slowly receding from around my cock, as my fertility settled
into him,

"I love you Bric," Jesse whispered as our lips parted, "I'm so completely,"
he licked his hips, "yours".

Slowly I softened, Jesse's pussy lips kissing me as my head left his
warmth, locking my seed inside.

I cleaned him with my tongue, enjoying his sweet essence.

I drew him into me as I rolled on my back; his head on my chest, my thumb
softly rubbing his cheek.

'Oh, I'm yours
Oh, I'm yours
Oh, whoa, baby you believe I'm yours
You best believe, best believe I'm yours."             ... Mraz fading as I
pulled the sheets over us.

The smell of our union encapsulating ...   yes, 'us'

Our night together, beginning.

... to be continued ...