Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 10:10:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Patrick Young <claycub51@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clay Chapter 12

The following fictional story deals with sex among males.  If you are
offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is
not allowed, stop reading now and get a life. Though not observed in this
story, care enough about yourself and humankind always to practice safe
sex.

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Yes, it's been a while, folks, but I've been hammering on this story ever
since the last chapter was posted last April, God help me! I do hope my
effort was worth the wait. My mentors and brothers have been after me, and
I can't thank them enough for their input, coaching and inspiration:

Evan, my Lion, you're the master and "Ambush" is my ultimate standard. You
know where you are here. Tim, Da', don't you ever think that my invoking
the muse for your "Dr. Tim and the Boys" to come forth in any way delayed
my process; without you I wouldn't have worked through that last scene
appropriately. Ash, my brother, you know the entire sentiment here is about
our meeting face to face and how much I need for that to happen Sunday!
TommyBoy, I'm ready for the disco! Keep me inspired!

To all my buddies, friends, readers and comrades, I give my thanks for your
interest and patience.

Here's to the possibility of GREATNESS!!

Patrick Young
ClayCub51@Yahoo.com


Clay Chapter 12 "Growing Pangs"

Clay grunted out a last set of reps and clanged the weights back in the
rack against the mirrored wall. He shook his short, dark-blond curls, sweat
flying despite the rolled-up red bandana tied across his forehead, his eyes
squeezed shut in a grimace of exertion. "Phew!" he snorted as he opened his
eyes, looking into the bemused face of the man now standing next to him at
the rack. The lenses of the man's wire-rim glasses were streaked by slowly
descending droplets. The man's mouth curled into a wry smile framed by a
short snowy goatee, his tongue naturally snaking over the bright lips to
blot, to taste the droplets that had fallen on them as well.

"Oh!" Clay blurted when he realized he had sprayed the area like a swimming
Labrador. "Sorry, man, I'm a little oblivious to how hot I get in here."

"A little sweat never killed anyone," the man replied smacking his lips
while reaching up to remove the glasses smearing them down the front of his
gray jersey with a chuckle. The bright hazel eyes were genuine, open and
warm.

'Another proof of genetic hard-wiring,' Clay flashed, 'he can't be 45, but
look at that young, smooth skin, even if his hair is totally white. Great
cut, too, playing up that butch daddy look!' A quick, discreet scan nailed
it: probably a dad on his lunch hour workout; went to Middle School
yesterday to surprise his daughter, took the oldest to Scouts last night,
tomorrow he'll take his wife and son to Freedom Park for a picnic. Lucky
Bastard! But today he pumps for himself. Thick shoulders dusted with
sparkling wisps of what first grew as dark russet, now, fine downy
luminescent fur. Solid. Anchored. No gym rat, but strong, proportioned, a
presence, really good vibe. Obviously cared about himself, his health, his
looks...

"I'm Dan," boomed the playful baritone, redonning he glasses and offering
his hand in one fluid move, "Dan Edwins."

"Clay Grant here, Dan, and I really do apologize for forgetting my gym
manners." Clay clasped the strong hand and the touch sent a twinge to his
asspucker. 'Hmmmmm....big Daddy!' he mused. "I'm new to the District and
shopping around for a gym that works for me. You're not gonna kick my ass
or something, are you?"

Dan blushed and lowered his eyes, scanning the wet triangle on Clay's
workout togs that ended in the stained crotch. He averted his eyes again,
but not until they has registered the formidable bulge hanging there in
damp nylon, a perfect outline of tubesteak corona obvious. His breath
caught in his throat, he blushed redder, coughed and tore his eyes back
into the gaze of the handsome visitor, emerald electricity shining, boring
into a part of himself long-relegated to deep storage. Dan's cock pulsed,
strained against the speedos he would strip down to for his laps later, a
dollop of wetness surging forth. "You're only the second guy I've spoken to
in this gym, and I've been coming here almost five years now!" Dan blurted,
blushing again, but held the gaze of the golden cub still enthusiastically
engulfing his hand.

"Then, it's about damn time you took the plunge, Dan, and I'm honored,"
Clay said. "I'm very pleased to meet an honest man." He liked the feel of
Dan's big, hot hand in his. 'Am I connecting with something, someone here?
He feels so familiar somehow...'  he thought.

Dan started to lower his eyes, but then nailed them back to the handsome
blond's emerald jewels, which read volumes in the easy openness of Dan's
expression. Another surge of wetness emerged from Dan's six inches
hardening against the black speedos. "You're having a good workout, then,
Clay?"

"I'm done with the weights but I've got 20 minutes on the bike to do
yet. Can I apologize over a beer after your shower and maybe compare
notes?" Clay said, smiling softly, arching an eyebrow.

Dan knew what a deer felt like staring into the headlights of a semi. He
gulped, his dick almost fully erect in his suit. "Uh, I... I think I'd like
that," he replied, visibly shaking.

Clay clapped him on the broad shoulder, surprising the nervous daddy with a
laugh. "Great! Then I'll see you in half an hour, Dan, at the desk." He
turned and marched toward the cardio room, glutes pulsing in an easy
swagger that Dan didn't miss noticing, or admiring.

Dan broke out in a cold sweat, his cock a steel pillar. 'Shit, I can't show
up at the pool like this! Aww, fuck the laps today, I'll make up for 'em
Friday. I'd rather be with this new guy! Jeez, he actually asked me for a
beer?' Another spurt of precum emerged. 'I gotta get a cold shower!' he
thought as he turned back to the locker room. It was empty except for
Chris, the young guy that he had introduced himself to two days ago at his
last workout, clad only in a scant towel at the locker two down from Dan's.

"Done already, Dan?" Chris chirped. "I've got a paper to get to my
professor this afternoon, or I'd ask you to join me for a beer." The young
adonis dropped his towel, swiping between his thick legs, the uncut
bludgeon there bouncing unabashedly.

Dan gulped again. 'This can't be happening to me!' he flashed. "Thanks, but
I really need to get back and finish a budget proposal for the county
before 5," he mumbled, the wrinkled cowl of foreskin on Chris's heavy prick
locked into his peripheral vision as he peeled out of his speedos and
turned quickly toward the row of showers.

"Rain check, then?" Chris called. Dan turned just as the young hunk stepped
into a pair of black jersey trunks with the single button gaping open,
snapping the waistband over his obviously growing tumescence, which he
shifted to the left.

"Uh, sure, Chris! I'd really like that!" Dan smiled as he strode into the
shower, turned it on COLD! His fat daddyplug began to diminish as he soaped
up his hairy body, but his thoughts were full of his locker
neighbor. Probably 6'1" or 6'2", not exactly buff but not soft
either. Short blond hair, but not hairy anywhere else except his crotch.
He might be really nicely built if he continues to work out. Maybe he'll
get into a speedo if he keeps the swimming up. 'Maybe I'll offer him one of
mine... Damn, I'm full hard again!' His soapy hand was full of skin-covered
titanium! Dan opened his eyes to see Chris standing at the shower door,
watching him, smiling, kneading his crotch.

Chris licked his lips and smiled broadly. "Yeah, Dan, it's gonna rain real
soon!" he chuckled as he readjusted his package, winked, and strode out of
the locker room.

Dan froze, water coursing down his face, his cock hard in his big
hand. 'Did that just happen or am I hallucinating?' he thought. Another
look showed no one in the doorway to the showers now, but his hand couldn't
stop stroking the fat babymaker screaming for release. "Oh, YEAH MHNGHHH!"
he groaned as he clinched, splatted against the tile wall, surges of
daddyspunk spraying from his soapy fist, four, five, six hot shots before
he started dribbling over his fingers, turning his face into the cold
water. 'I hope they don't kick me out of here on a morals clause....' he
chuckled quietly as he shook his face into the needle spray. He panted into
the shocking cold, temples throbbing, breath ragged, heart racing as he
tried to compose himself. 'Ann would have a fit! How would I explain
this...?' ran through his head as he sluiced the water from his furry bulk,
turning the water off, reaching for the towel on the nearby hook. He buried
his face in the terrycloth, and clutched his sphincter. 'I'm a happily
married man and father of three wonderful children. This just can't BE!' he
argued. Grabbing his face scrub and loofa, he returned to his locker in
silence, drying, dressing, and escaping in record time.

Dan slammed the locker and hefted his bag, headed back to work. As he
rounded the corner to the lobby, he found himself face to face with the
smiling blond cub pacing there, damp also, aglow. "There you are, Dan!"
Clay crowed. "Ready for a proper apology?" That eyebrow arched again.

Dan flushed crimson, and sputtered, "I just remembered a report due
today. Will you give me a rain check? I'm really sorry..., I just..., I'm
not...," he stammered as he finally looked into the emerald eyes of the new
guy, quickly looking away again.

Clay sensed the tension immediately. 'Uh oh, careful, cub! You're opening
strange, new worlds here!' said his inner voice. "No problem, man! I'd
forget half my life if it weren't for the little red book I'm becoming such
a slave to!" he said softly, gently but firmly grasping Dan's bicep. Dan
looked puzzled as he met the clear green eyes. "Don't sweat it, we can do
this another time, if you prefer," Clay continued, "but I'd really like to
talk with you, Dan." He read Dan's increased redness in an instant, saw a
possibility, kept going. "Really, I'd like to get to know you, what it's
like to be a citizen of the area, and what's special." He drank in the
plainly handsome man before him, sensed unease and berated himself for
pushing. "I'm probably acting like a jerk, Dan, you don't know me from Adam
and I'm probably overstepping your boundaries. I'm sorry, but I'm anxious
to get into my new community," Clay murmured, still riveted to the
bewildered hazel eyes considering him warily.

"No, it's just that I'm not used to anyone being interested in me," Dan
blurted. "I'm usually so reserved, and I'm SOOO boring!" He lowered his
eyes again, only to focus directly onto Clay's tight, bulging jeans. He
ripped his eyes to the floor, grimacing silently, then gazed back to the
hand still softly stroking his arm. "I'm just surprised, that's all."

Clay took a deep breath. "Hey, Dan, I'm really not usually so forward,
either, but listen! Life is showing up differently these days, and I hope
I'm getting over the newness of surprises!" he replied. "Look, I certainly
don't want to jam you up, but I really would like a native's perspective, a
little conversation. Sure you won't have a beer with me?" His eyes were
bright with sincerity.

Dan blinked twice, cleared his throat, bored into Clay's open face,
searching for guile, finding none. He softened into a smile. "I COULD play
hookey for another hour," he began, a smile on the edge of his mouth, "the
report isn't really due until tomorrow...." Dan exhaled and shook his head
to clear it. "Nobody's gonna die, I guess..." a twinkle appearing in his
eye. "Why me?"

"Why not you, Dan?" Clay countered. "I'm at such a disadvantage here, I'm
ready for anything to show up that's familiar, and I feel like we know each
other already for some strange reason..." He squeezed Dan's firm muscle
again. "I'd like to explore that feeling, if you would..."

Dan almost choked on his tongue as his cock squeezed a sudden dollop of
manjuice into the white thong he wore today because Ann liked to see his
ass in it. Why did THIS feel safe, when every other time he had been around
a handsome man, he felt like he was straying from his beautiful wife? Ann
knew, after all, that he had been male oriented before they met and mated,
even if it had been a long time since he had been with anybody but her. She
knew that he was still the sensitive, caring, unconventional man who had
won her heart for just those reasons: he hadn't tried to dominate her like
all the assholes before him, hadn't made the stupid demands that all the
others had tried to make, hadn't defined her womanhood by putting her into
some misogynistic role of subservience that had been her world before him,
had honored her partnership as a peer in their journey, that HE had been
forthright in his history and his continued ambiguities yet from their
first time together knew only pleasure in their physicality, made three
gorgeous babies out of love and passion and expectation of making a
difference, their way. He knew she loved him totally; he knew he made her
happy, made her scream each time they made love, him the insatiable, hot,
randy bastard he loved being for her, wooing her every day, every moment,
making sure she always came first, knowing every nuance, every place of
ecstasy, like no one had ever made her believe before. Dan knew all this
was so about them both. Why was he suddenly apprehensive and yet
exhilarated in this man's presence? Why did it suddenly seem okay to let
THIS guy in, to have this conversation? What has changed? Is this REALLY
safe, or am I succumbing to my degeneracy again, wanting it to be so? Am I
degenerate, weird, queer, or is this DIFFERENT? Can this man be my healing?
My wisdom? My teacher? My answer????? The flash was overwhelming his mind,
because "YES, DAN!" kept echoing in the background at each point of the
litany.....

Dan raised his eyes to behold a possibility in Clay's honest, open
face. "Yes, Clay, let's get a beer. I do want to talk to you... The report
can wait...." God, was his cock hard....

* * * * *



"I can't remember the last time I had a beer at lunch," Dan chattered
nervously as the server set down two massive amber ales on the polished oak
of the high top table they had pulled their stools up to at the corner
deli. "I'll have to be extra careful and double check that report his
afternoon!"

"Hey, it's a beer, and an apology," Clay boomed, raising his glass at the
fidgeting dad across from him. "TO SWEAT!!" he tapped Dan's glass "and
sweeter beverages in the future, Dan my new gym-daddy friend!"

"To new friends," Dan replied and took a long pull. The icy suds peeled the
nervous layer of dust from his throat, a layer of apprehension from his
heart. He quietly studied the smiling emerald eyes before him. A sudden
surge up his cock made him giggle, then blush to his ears. He dropped his
gaze to the beer glass he was slowly stroking up... and down... and
up... and down. He froze, snatched his hand away, cleared his throat. He
glance up to observe Clay intently watching the condensation trails Dan's
fingers had left on his glass, his own hand mirroring the motion on the
other glass... up... and down... and ....

Clay smiled broadly. "Guess ya caught me watching, didn't ya!?!" he
murmured low. "You have great power in your hands, Dan. Large and
strong..."

Dan felt suddenly self-conscious. Could anyone see the tent in his Dockers?
He blushed even redder, and sputtered, "Ah... I've never noticed my hands
particularly, nor has anyone else..." died away in a whisper, squirming.

Clay seized the trembling hand in his tawny mitt, squeezed it. Dan was torn
between ripping away from the searing hot touch and the need to succumb to
its balm. He flinched but left his hand claimed, felt the energy seep into
his skin, into his being. A scant few moments, or perhaps a lifetime,
passed, then Clay gently released his grip. "I come from a very touchy,
demonstrative family, Dan. I should remember to ask permission first," he
said softly. "Touch can be litigious these days, unfortunately. Wish that
weren't so, but it is. Either a lawsuit or an ass-kickin'..." He willed
Dan's eyes to meet, to honor his, which they did, coaxed by the sincerity
in his tone. Clay emitted a sad laugh, bored into Dan's wide honest face,
read only fearful questions there, so he continued. "You never answered my
question at the gym: you're not gonna kick my ass, are you, Dan? Because I
see you could..." Clay scanned the solid man silently regarding him. A
bulge suddenly appeared in Clay's trunks. 'God, he's so precious... and he
doesn't even know it...'

Dan was stunned. Not only had he not been in a fight since fifth grade, and
that just a shoving match, he had not considered touching another person
except in a caress ever since. The idea of tussling with this gorgeous,
golden hunk was so outrageous, yet the possibility of ever touching another
man in pleasure again was instantly arousing. His tent surged anew. He
grabbed his beer to slake the dryness that appeared in his mouth again. He
wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He saw Clay watching his every
motion. Again he blushed. "You could probably wipe the floor with my furry
old ass, any time you wanted to..." Dan managed to say with a wry grin.

Sparks of delight flashed from Clay's green eyes across the bar table,
locking onto Dan's gaze. "You would rassle with me like a brother!?!?" Clay
gushed, his voice cracking like he was fourteen again.

The arrival of their sandwiches broke the electricity between the two
men. Dan's expression darkened as he sank into his turkey on rye. "It's
been so very long ago since my brother and I ... did anything," he said
quietly. "We're both old married men now, with families..." he trailed off.

"Don't you think you would still enjoy yourselves playing like you used
to?" Clay asked gently.

"I wouldn't do anything that might come between Ann and me," Dan snapped.

"I feel the same way about Claire, Dan, and I'm still amazed that she
understands the men in my life," Clay replied. "Actually we're better than
we've ever been now."

Dan's brow knitted in bewilderment. "Are you telling me your wife knows
you... you have... relations?"

"Let me give you the thumbnail that might answer your questions," Clay
began as he took a big bite of his sandwich. "In the short time since
Claire and I moved to DC for her new job, we've met some real power
players. Have you heard of Evan Wilds and the Neighborhood Empowerment
Project?"

"Oh, yeah, the energetic little guy with the beard in the mayor's
office. He had some press conference on the news last night, with a bunch
of people. Hey!" Dan suddenly brightened. "Was that you next to him? I
thought you looked familiar...."

"No, that was Warren, his partner, but we do look alike. It's actually
pretty spooky. Claire says when we're together she feels like she's between
a set of blond bookends!" Clay chuckled. "And Corey calls us his twin
cubs!"

"Corey?" Dan puzzled.

"Evan Wilds is his official public persona, but he's known as Corey to his
Circle. The link in the tale is that the condo Claire and I bought was from
Corey's partner Warren Atwell, the guy you saw on the news that you thought
was me. Well, it seems Mr. Atwell decided it was time to let go of his
pretenses and claim his partner, so he put his place on the market while
Corey was on his last trip to Europe. And guess who was moving to town and
looking for a hip, convenient condo? Yep, yours truly and the missus, and
in exactly 28 days, we closed escrow and moved in. Well, when Corey
returned from the trip, he went to surprise his man with a welcome home
romp, so he used his key to sneak in and crawl into bed, but found me there
instead of Warren. Let's just say that the little muscleman was not the
least bit deterred from getting what he was after, and I surely had nothing
to complain about!" Clay beamed at the memory, his cock hard and leaking
into his trunks.

Dan gulped, took a long slug of his ale. There were too many questions to
even start, so he remained silent.

Clay took another bite, and went on, "I had a couple of unexpected but very
hot encounters with two men that first week Claire was in New York, and I
needed to sort it all out, so I called the number on the card my intruder
had left. Corey agreed to come see me that night to talk through my
dilemma. Dan, in one amazing conversation, I empowered myself to
possibilities I had only dared to dream before, love myself as I am for the
first time in my adult life, felt totally comfortable in my own skin, in my
body, being a man, just as I am. I celebrated this epiphany physically with
that powerful, sexy little lion of a man, by surrendering my being to his
claiming me into his Circle, receiving his body and love into myself,
accepting his gifts of inclusion and empowerment, tenderness and
passion. It was so different from what I had thought men did together, and
I'll never make such selfish presumptions again. I've had the opportunity
to pass on that same understanding, wholeness and presence to two men who
needed a man's healing touch, and we unleashed even more greatness. Claire
wasn't too comfortable about all this at first, but she's certainly been
enjoying the attention she's getting from her revved-up new husband!"

Dan was flabbergasted! "You told your wife all this?" he asked, barely
nibbling at his sandwich.

"There was no way I could either deny or hide this energy from her, so of
course I told her everything. We've been together so long and are such
soulmates that she would know anyway, so she met Corey and Warren. They
immediately fell in love with her, and she them. Being included and
enriched by our relationships blew away any fear of competition or
exclusion between any and all of us. It's truly amazing how contagious this
energy is once it is released and acknowledged."

Dan washed down his last bite with a long pull. "That's an incredible
story, Clay, almost too good to be true...."

"That's what I felt, too, until I got used to the reality that my marriage
is stronger, more precious, my whole life so much fuller with a man-family
loving me as well." Clay finished the last bite of his sandwich, caught the
server's eye, signaling for the check, and took a long drink. "Listen, I
know you've got to get back to your office, but I'd really like to continue
this conversation, Dan, ... or not, if you prefer. Any subject would be
fine with me. I like your company."

Dan looked earnestly into Clay's bright green pools shimmering across the
table. "You're so easy with all this, and so far ahead of me. It's strange
to be talking about mansex so openly. Makes me kinda nervous. Ann knows who
came before her, but I don't know what she would do if that part of me were
no longer only in the past."

Clay clapped his big hand on Dan's strong round shoulder, making him
jump. "Ann's got herself a good man, Dan. I'd say you're both very
blessed." Clay stroked down Dan's arm, squeezed his firm bicep. "What you
deem private stays private with me, and what you share I shall honor. Fair
enough?"

The server approached, bill in hand, and Clay flipped his plastic atop the
folder before it hit the table. "Just run it, ace," he rumbled with a wink,
"I know you did us right!" The server vanished with a broad grin.

Dan saw the sincerity on Clay's face. "I'd like to talk more," he said
softly. "I've got a grant writing workshop on Capitol Hill tomorrow, but no
plans after that." Still his brow was wrinkled in conflict.

Clay lit up like Christmas morning. "At the Hilton with the fellow from
Nebraska?" he blurted.

Dan blinked and replied, "Yeah, this Bradford guy, some kind of expert on
block grant performance measurement something something something that I'll
need to do my audit report this year. How do you know about him?"

Clay threw back his head and roared in laughter. "I'm going to Evan's
workshop tomorrow, too!! The Empowerment Project team is applying for grant
money, and we figured this guy, who's an old friend of Corey's, by the way,
would know how to do it right the first time and not waste our
resources. This is GREAT, Dan, you'll get to meet Corey and Warren, too!!"

"WOW!" Dan chirped, "that would be something to tell Ann about, meeting
people in the news! I'm just an accountant for the Baltimore County
government."

The charge slip appeared, and Clay dispatched the transaction in a
blink. "Hey, none of that, stud, you're my newest friend: Dan Edwins,
sweat-lickin' gym daddy and lunchtime beer drinker. That's a helluva
credential to claim, sir, and don't you forget it!" Clay roared another
laugh as he stuffed his card and slip into his jeans pocket. "Hey, can you
line up a sitter for the kids tomorrow and get your wife into town to join
us for a little cookout? Claire comes in from New York in the afternoon,
and I know she'd enjoy meeting Ann."

"That's awfully nice, but we wouldn't want to impose," Dan demurred.

"Jeez, Dan, we're just burning some chicken and corn on the grill, drinking
a little wine. C'mon, say you'll come, please?" He was tugging Dan's hand
mercilessly as they rose from the table.

Dan suddenly melted. "God, you're worse than my brother ever was!" he
chuckled. "Okay, I'll ask her. We don't get to town very often."

"YES!!" Clay roared again. "Perfect!!" He dug a card from a folder in his
left pocket and scrawled on the back. "Home and cell. Make it happen,
Danno!"

Dan's breath caught in his throat, his eyes suddenly teary. "That's what my
brother used to call me," he barely whispered.

Clay wrapped his new friend in a strong embrace, his straining crotch
banging into Dan's still-tented khakis. "Then it's time to meet some more
of the family, brother Dan!"




* * * * * *

The cell phone on Clay's belt chirped merrily. "Clay Grant here," he sang
into the little blue Nokia.

"Clay, it's Dan," came the reply. "I called Ann when I got back to the
office, and she can get a sitter tomorrow, if it's still all right. But we
certainly don't want to impose on you if Claire is just getting home for a
trip...."

"Quit worrying, Danno, the arrangements are already lined up. We're only
providing the location. Claire doesn't have anything more to do than to
show up, either, so she'll be more than ready to talk to some real people
not dressed in blue suits for a change. Why don't you just plan to come
over with our gang from the workshop, and I'll have Carl pick Ann up and
meet you here?"

"Whoa, Clay, you're moving a bit fast for me here. I can get Ann to take
the MARC train to Union Station by 5, meet me there and we could get a
cab."

"Lordy, Dan, she'll waste half the afternoon jumping through all those
hoops. Just tell her Carl will be at your home at 4:15 so she won't have to
rush."

"Carl?" Dan asked.

"Oh, he's Corey's wheels man, handles all the Circle's transportation. I'm
sure he knows every shortcut from Columbia to Adams Morgan. Bet he can get
her here before we do, so she and Claire can get a head start before we
descend on them and start popping a few corks."

"Gosh, that's awfully nice, but I don't want to put anybody out. Ann can
take the train in, no problem."

"Nonsense, Dan, Warren insisted we take care of the rides the minute I told
him of my invitation. You're not going to budge him, or me, so say 'uncle'
and give up arguing. It's done."

"I don't remember telling you we live in Columbia..." Dan said hesitantly.

"Well, no, Dan, you didn't, but you see this is how the Circle works: bring
the gift of yourself and share with us. Logistics and details are
researched, identified, taken care of and added to the game plan. Simple."

"I don't get it, Clay," Dan protested, "why would you just do all this for
Ann and me?"

Clay roared a laugh into the phone. "Oh, GOODY, I get to use my very
favorite comeback line again: Why NOT Ann and you, Dan? We're already on
the same wavelength, running over you at your gym, doing the workshop
tomorrow together, and the cookout is already planned and the logistics
settled. Dan, I want you and your lady to enjoy this time with us. So just
plan to have some fun and let go of all this fretting. Besides, fretting is
Warren's department anyway, and he just thrives on converting worry into
'No Problem, Mon!' I swear he was Jamaican in a previous life. I'll sic him
on you first thing if you keep this up, and I know you'll just love
him. He's the master of schmooze, you'll see! So, Dan, just repeat after
me: 'Fine, Clay, it's all settled.' Now your turn, 1, 2, 3..."

"Damn, Clay, you're good," Dan chuckled. He took a deep breath, and said
"Okay, 'Fine, Clay, it's all settled.'"

"Now, see, that wasn't so hard, was it, Danno?" Clay purred. No, something
else was what was hard....

"No, I guess not, man, and thanks for doing all this for us. It's so nice
of you."

"Thank me only by thoroughly enjoying yourselves, okay? I'll see you
tomorrow!"

"You got it!"




* * * * * * *


Clay's cell phone chirped again. "Clay Grant here," he warbled.

"Hiya, hunky hubby!" Claire bubbled. "Ready to party down tomorrow?"

"God the very sound of your voice get me so hard, you gorgeous goddess. How
soon before you throw me down and demand ravishing?"  He breathed heavily
into the phone, only half-exaggerating as Jake the trouser snake leapt and
leaked.

"You keep Jake in your shorts for exactly 26 hours and 29 more minutes! It
would be rude to neglect our guests until at least 10:30, don't you think?
By then maybe we could sneak off to the pantry for a quickie, whaddaya say,
cubbylove?" Her panties were steaming.

"I'll do my best to constrain him, my love, but you know what the pheromone
level is likely to be around here by then. We've added a few more folks to
the list, too.

"Great. Are these knowns or newbies?"

"Well, a couple of each. Corey's friend Evan - the 'other Evan' from
Nebraska, the public health guru, remember? - is presenting the
grant-writing workshop at the Hilton tomorrow, so Corey has already left
word for him that he's expected, and to bring a guest if he has one. Also a
couple from Columbia, a guy I slung sweat all over at the gym this morning
so I asked him to lunch to apologize. Turns out he's attending the
workshop, too, for the county tax office where he works, so I convinced him
to get his wife to join us. Dan and Ann Edwins. I got a real 'kindred soul'
vibe from him, maybe looking for a missing, or at least absent, brother. I
hope we get to continue our conversation from lunch."

"Wonderful! Someone I don't have to talk finance or politics with!  Have
you heard from Marge and Joyce? I'm ready for some good girlie gossip!"

"They'll be here. Warren is sending Carl to pick Ann up and meet the
workshop contingent here. Sam's fetching us, but you know how the
cross-town traffic is from that direction. You may have Ann by yourself for
a while, or until the girls come up from downstairs."

"You bunch of hyperactive testosterone factories can just take your time,
too. Ann and I will be fine. Maybe I'll even bribe Sam to get a little
lost...."

"Jeez, Claire, we're not that bad, are we, that you want to keep us at
bay?" Clay teased.

"I just don't want our first-time guest to have to duck for cover when you
all explode through the door, which you invariably do when Corey's leading
the parade with you and Warren all pumped up on each other over some hot
concept. I hope Ann will recognize her husband after being enCircled for a
whole day, if you haven't exhausted him outright by then. You really are
just a big bunch of overgrown cubs, and Corey's the worst!" She laughed at
her own tease.

"Oh, I think gym-daddy Dan can hold his own just fine, honey. He's got a
real power about him, and warmth."

"Well, I can't wait to meet them both, as well as finally being in town
when 'the other Evan' is here. I was beginning to think Corey just made him
up for an alter ego or something...." Clay burst into another hearty
laugh. "I'm serious, Clay, if anyone could do that it would be our resident
muscledaddy, Mr. Wilds!"

"This is so true, my love, he's the maestro!  So am I remembering right
that you leave New York at noon?"

"Yep, so I'll have some time to relax and primp. I'll leave you a message
when I get in."

"Great! I'll check in during the afternoon break. Have a good flight,
honey. I can't wait to taste you!"

"Oh, you nasty man! I love you!"



* * * * *



As close to incoherent as he was in this place of ecstasy, Warren realized
the big dick of his beloved was real, plowing his hot ass deliciously, his
sensations and contentment more than his rational mind could process,
fucked again to mutual bliss. He became suddenly aware of his sweetest
fantasy: his life complete, his gorgeous DaddyMan, the embodiment of every
gay man's wet dream come true claiming him, perfect, hot, voracious,
connected, devoted, insatiable, and at this moment hard and hot inside his
wet orifice desperately evoking the passion they shared. Could there be
more than this bliss? Could life be more perfect? 'I don't think so, at
least not for me!' the thought flashed across his consciousness. 'It's got
to be this good for him, too, because he's got to be the perfection I need
him to be for me, too, right?' but then Warren succumbed to the sensation
of his prostate being bludgeoned into its orgasm, oh yes, oh please!! YES!!
UNGH!! yet again, given to him by his master, his love, and so he gave
voice to the passion "Oh, Yes God!" gave in to the sweet acknowledgement of
the real thing, the best part of sex, of knowing that it's the ultimate
expression of love... and ROAR!!!

Twin bellows of bliss echoed off the taupe walls, breaths ragged and
rasping. Corey collapsed onto Warren's broad, sweaty back, utterly spent, a
river of nectar deposited into his cub, whose clutching sphincter was still
aggressively milking the formidable uncut cudgel it rode. Corey thrust one
more feeble time, his hand no longer functional enough in his reverie to
really clasp the nipple buried in the golden fur. It was so hard against
his fingertips, yet Corey could barely give it another real tweak, nor
could he clasp Warren's turgid cock filling his other fist, gliding in the
torrent of molten cub spoogie that Warren had just splattered into
it. There was no more to give to his beloved cub. Corey pulsed a final
"UNGHhhh"" into Warren's hot hole, his senses on overload, a late dwindling
drop barely expelled. And then he dissolved into tears, at first quiet, but
soon his entire body was being wracked by intense sobs.

'Oh shit, what just happened?' Warren could barely process the sounds
around him. "Daddy, what did I do?" Warren moaned as his ass clutched the
fat baton it so desperately craved. He reached his hand back to caress the
wet bearded cheek at his ear.

"It's not you, my love. You're perfect!!" Corey choked. He managed a weak
thrust deep into his boy's heat. "How do you do this me, you gorgeous man?"
Corey whispered.

"Mmmmm," Warren cooed, clinching his sphincter. "You MAKE me love you like
this, Daddy!!" They both panted, still recovering. "I pray to die with you
inside me, my love!!"

"You can't EVER leave me, precious!" Corey rasped, another surprising sob
escaping, and clutched Warren viciously to him. "You are my life, my love,
my reason to draw breath!! God, how I love you.... please don't leave
me...." The last words were more mouthed than audible as he snaked his
tongue into Warren's ear, eliciting a giggle and a squirm of Warren's ass
back against Corey's crotch to the hilt again. But Corey was still softly
sniffling.

'My God, he has an Achilles' heel after all... somebody left HIM, hurt
him... that's what he's never told me: there IS something he fears....'
Warren pulled apart from his lover finally with a slurping POP and a groan
at the emptiness, and turned to drink in the tear-streaked face before
him. "DaddyMan?" Warren began, and licked salt and sweat from the wild
beard in his face. "There's no one here to be afraid of, you know," he said
softly.

A jumbled torrent of passion burst forth from Corey. "Oh, you magnificent
creature, you DO know me, what we're all afraid of expressing: I love you,
my boy, my man!" His eyes glazed over with tears, but were focused
somewhere beyond Warren's bewildered face, as if they were watching an old
movie scene. "I made you mine by a good fucking and now I want to celebrate
you in fucking! I don't care what the world calls it, I LOVE YOU, my boy,
my masterpiece, and I want to teach you what it means to love the big man
good. You've got a worthy dick on you, so now fuck me back with it,
goddammit, and prove you honor me bringing you to life!!" The voice that
said this was different somehow, strangely distant, a peculiar but specific
twang, unfamiliar, detached. "Bathe me in your manhood, your spunk, show me
you understand that good fucking is the best expression of a man's love, of
your love to me, and for me and IN ME!! Just don't leave me!!" Corey's eyes
became troubled, half-lidded, as a dribble of Lionspunk drooled out of his
sticky slit onto Warren's thick thigh. He gazed up again into Warren"s
eyes, blinked twice to refocus, suddenly shook his head as if to clear the
screen. Corey blushed crimson, lowered his eyes nervously, then went
limp. "I know this makes no sense to you....but...." he barely breathed,
suddenly meek, pained, frightened.

The big blond cub gathered his deflated lover in a full clutch, their cocks
mashed together, both wet and sensitive. "Shhhh, Daddy, it doesn't have to
make sense to me. Whoever made you feel like this is gone and can't ever
touch you again, love," Warren cooed. "Whatever is haunting you, it's
over. It's in the past. It's not going to happen to you again. I've got
you, DaddyMan. I love you!" He devoured Corey's mouth, demanding the thick
tongue of his precious, suddenly vulnerable, hero. "Whoever didn't honor
you like you honor me is not here, Daddy. He can't get to you here. He has
no power over you here. You have nothing to fear. You're with ME now, and
I'll kick his lying ass if his memory ever shows up again!!" Warren crushed
the sweaty little muscleman to himself, wrapping a leg tightly around the
hard, furred asscheeks. "You remember one thing, Daddy: I defy anything to
try and separate us, EVER!!" he roared suddenly, diving again into Corey's
mouth, claiming the hot tongue.

Corey broke free from his love, "Yes, cubby, I know you do," he
whispered. "I know you love your daddy right!!"

Warren sensed a subtle shift, an ease in his man, and continued, "It
happened that night in San Francisco when you had the bravery to say YES to
me wanting you, wanting someone to love me, and you proved it the moment
you claimed me. It wasn't by dominating me, making me do anything, but by
letting me do anything and everything I needed to do, empowering me to be
by your side. I've experienced you ever since as that amazing lateral
empowerment you give out, never from the top down, but shared as equal, and
you do it so naturally with everybody, although you are always and
unequivocally the leader. God has provided the rest, and I thank Her
Divinity for you every morning at the start of my day, my love!!" Warren
purred as he clutched the compact mass of hairy muscle he enfolded with his
big arms, with a gentle emotion he had never experienced before. He laid a
soft kiss on the blushing cheek above the wild beard. "If you ever doubt me
again, lover, I'll have to devour you," he snickered into Corey's strong
neck, took a mouthful of flesh between his teeth, smacked lasciviously, as
his partner suddenly relaxed into the embrace.

Corey pulled back and locked eyes with his man, and dissolved into a soft
smile. "You're my rock, Warren," he murmured.

Warren claimed the bearded hot mouth again. When he came up for air, he
whispered huskily, "Whatever I am for you, Daddy, I am yours. I'm not going
away. Nothing will ever change that, and you know it."

Corey sighed, and bent down to suck his cub's hot nipple peeking from the
golden fur of the broad chest. "Yes, love, I do. I'm yours, too." He stayed
there, steadily chewing the hard nub between his teeth, breathing deeply
the luscious scent of his mate, knowing he was once again safe, hell, that
he'd been safe all along....

They lay in silence for some minutes, snuggling. Warren abruptly chuckled.

"What?" purred the bearded muscleman.

"I'm just thinking about tomorrow, and Clay bringing a new man of
possibility into the Circle," Warren answered.

"And who's this new piece that I don't know about?"  the broad chest of the
alpha entity swelling again to full display, "And just when was I supposed
to hear there was new blood?" he growled at his consort.

Warren chuckled again deeply. "Clay's invited a guy he met at the gym today
to join us at the cookout tomorrow, ya hot little fuck, and I don't want
you thinking you can have him just by shaking his hand. He's married, to a
schoolteacher, for Christ's sake, and we don't know where he fits in yet in
the Circle. Clay says he needs to be introduced with discretion." The
playfully mocking smirk on Warren's face was piercing nonetheless. "Got
it?"

"I'm not the slut you make me out to be, you randy piece, even if I did win
YOU with a good fucking..." Corey snarled into Warren's neck.

"Prove it, then! I'm enough for you and you're enough for me. No voices
from our pasts, no fear, just you and me, here and now!" The challenge was
visceral. Corey shot upright, facing his cub eye to eye. Warren was
glistening in a hot glow, ready again to fuck or fight, whatever, either
was fine. The vibration coming from the cub was primal, visceral, raw,
animal, MALE!

Corey was shocked, and excited. Warren had never put him in such a position
as THIS, challenging him. He'd never seen THIS look before, never seen
Warren's cock so hard, or so full, pulsing, ready, intentional, or so
beautiful. "What, you wanna rumble, cubby?" Corey growled low, almost a
whisper, with an eyebrow arched.

"You said I should honor you and fuck you, so okay, I'll show you how much
I love you, Daddy!" Warren snarled back as he suddenly pounced, in one
svelte motion pinning the bearded stud flat on his back, yanking the thick
thighs wide apart and burying 8 1/2 inches of hot cubmeat to the hilt into
his love's tight orifice.

"AYAYAYAYAY!!!!" Corey shrieked in shock as he wrestled against Warren's
ardor. "Ohhh, goddamn it, you're killing me here, cubbo! UNGH!! You're too
fucking big! ACH! Oh, Jesus! OH YES! Big mandick....yeah...."

"Nothing you haven't proven I need at regular intervals, Daddy. So shaddup
and kiss me, and make me know you love me, fucker...!" Warren thrust his
entire length in to his pubes, impaling the unbelieving musclebear on his
rampant spear, dove into Corey's mouth sucking hungrily, and proceeded to
ride hard and relentless for exactly six wild minutes until he broke his
face free, threw his head back with a mad shake of sweat from the blond
curls, and released a RRRRROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!! never before heard
by either of them as he began blasting his nectar deep inside his man,
against the underside of his beloved's heart, screaming with every orgasmic
spasm "Corey!!.... Corey!... Corey!... Daddy!... I love you... Corey!... I
fuck you... I love you...  Daddy...  love you.... fuck you....  Daddy..."
and the litany ended with Warren's triumphal "YESSSSSSS!!" to seal his
DaddyClaiming, once and for all: a record fourteen spurts!! The little man
could only hold on and wail in unintelligible, ecstatic monosyllables, as
he, too, shot again and again, a matching set of volleys between their
steamy, sweaty, slick, heaving torsos.

Details didn't register any more, didn't matter.... "You're mine now,
Daddy," Warren finally murmured. "I have you by the heart now."

Corey let out at blissful chuckle, as he succumbed to his cub's possessing
energy surrounding him, relaxing finally, losing himself to the love, the
freedom to let himself be claimed once and for all. "What the hell does
that mean, you madman?" he said softly.

Warren panted raggedly, "It means... you never get to escape from me... and
go to that awful place... where that liar in your head... thinks he can
hide you from me..., ever again, Daddy."  The point was not debatable, not
in THAT tone of voice....

Corey feigned a protest and quietly scoffed, "I don't know who you think
you're talking about, buster...."

Warren suddenly took Corey's face in his big hands, all but pulling on the
wild sparkling beard, deliberately centering it to his own keen gaze, and
sharply barked, "Just don't ever think you can shut me out, Evan, over
ANYthing, because you can't. That's the way we are now." The big guy so
rarely called his consort by his given name that the little stud shuddered
at the sound of it and fell silent, surrendered to Warren's closing of the
subject. He held tight, marveling at the powerful being in his arms, whose
dick still pulsed deep in his ass, who held him so strongly, so closely:
his cub, his man, his mate!