Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2002 15:46:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Patrick Young <claycub51@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clay Chapter 3

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, cease reading now and depart. Though not observed in this
story, care enough about yourself and humankind always to practice safe
sex.

The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links to other sites
are allowed without the author's consent.

Patrick Young
ClayCub51@Yahoo.com


Clay -- Chapter Three "Lusty Morning"


Josh's apartment was the inverse of the Grant's, one floor down. Clay
walked to the window overlooking the street, rain streaking the view of
Adams Mill Road into a Monet canvas. As his eyes slowly scanned back to the
bookcase he focused on a budding flower in the shadows of the second
shelf. No, not a flower, it's a sculpture, it's ... an intact penis! Large,
turgid inside the tense folds of foreskin just barely covering the head,
the gaping slit just visible through the opening.

"That's -- oh my God, Josh, that's -- " Clay stammered, blushing
prettily. He sensed the presence behind him a moment before feeling the
warm breath in his ear, fingers dancing up his bicep to the shoulder to
caress through the soft cashmere.

"Yeah, it's me."

Clay flinched briefly, backing into the wall of muscle, poked by rapidly
erecting nipples.  "That's -- impressive, beautiful," he breathed as Josh's
strong mitt crept around his side over the ridged abs. "How did you -- I
mean, who did it -- I mean...?"

"I knew the artist." Josh nuzzled the blond whisps on the nape of Clay's
thick neck.  "He's dead now."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. When?"

"Somewhere between yesterday and eternity..." Josh's voice caught slightly,
his body shuddering, pulling Clay tightly into him. "I'm sor..." he
breathed heavily, as tears spilled down his cheeks.

Clay covered the hand at his navel with his own, slipping through the dark
hairs on the muscular forearm as he turned around to face the wet cocoa
eyes trying to squint away their lapse into hard memories. Clay cradled the
dark head in his hand, pressing it gently to his shoulder, and cooed
shushes into Josh's ear as his broad back heaved once, twice, then went
slack with a slow sigh. "I'm okay, Clay," Josh sniffed, "really, I am. Some
host I'm turning out to be, losing my shit over ancient history, but..." he
shook his locks to clear the thought, then looked away embarrassed. "Oh,
I've had plenty of sex since Barry, but until you set me on my ass
downstairs yesterday, I wouldn't have believed I could be with a beautiful
man again, and feel safe enough to really touch you, letting you let me
feel real again."

Clay took the handsome face in both his hands and pulled it up to lock
eyes. "I'd like to hear the story, if you want me to."

Josh's brows knitted in bewilderment and wonder. "How did you trip over my
path, man?  Why now? Who sent you?"

Clay blushed again, smiled, and shrugged. "Must have been you. I really
don't make a habit of tripping up my neighbors in the basement, or crashing
into them in the doorway of Starbucks trying to get out of a storm."  He
thumbed the wetness from under Josh's bright dark eyes, then plugged one
into his mouth with a loud smack. "Hmmmm.  Delicious!"  His green eyes
sparkled dangerously, crinkling into their soft easy playfulness.

Josh's full lips succumbed to a half-smirk. "You like that, do you? You
haven't lived yet!  Remember the laundry room, buddy: I'm ALL good!" The
dark flash was back in an instant, hungry. One hand filled with Clay's hard
gleut as the other snaked under his shirttail, over the fuzzy midsection
until it nailed the brown eraser nub hiding in silky blond fur, tweaking,
then twisting right, then left. He launched into Clay's face, eliciting a
gasp from them both, chewing on the bottom lip before plunging his tongue
beyond Clay's in a frenzied tango. "Oh, yeah, Clay, drink me," Josh
breathed.

The blond's big hands raced down broad back muscles to clamp their torsos
together, formidable, rapid swellings inventing a grinding rhythm of their
own. "Come here, you fine piece of man meat," Clay rasped back .

Josh slowly rocked Clay backwards until the couch clipped him at the knees
and they fell in a heap with a mutual "Oomph" that did nothing to distract
either of them. Josh pressed Clay back into the cushions, worked his knee
between Clay's thighs and grasped the great protrusion there. "Yeah, this
is what I want, man" Josh growled as his right thumb traced Clay's bulbous
head straining against dampening gray jersey, his left hand kneading the
heaving silk-covered pec straining Clay's hardened nipple into his sweating
palm.

"Then come get it, stud," Clay snarled, smacking both of Josh's asscheeks
loudly. The cool air rustled down the back of Josh's legs as Clay wrestled
his shorts downward, then off along with his Nikes. The tail of Josh's tank
was yanked over his head, breaking them for a gasp, then flung to parts
unknown.

The break was enough of an opening for Josh to return the favor of peeling
the sweatpants over Clay's hard buns far enough to catch the waistband with
a toe and free the blond-furred legs, as both hands clawed the sweatshirt
off the wide shoulders and freed Clay's big arms. "God, you feel good, you
blond beefsteak," Josh panted sloppily into Clay's thick tawny chest hair.

Clay's hands immediately recaptured Josh's asscheeks tightly. A thick blunt
finger found its mark, then two, circling, coaxing forth the dew from
Josh's pucker clinching in anticipation. "You're so fucking hot, tight,"
Clay teased. "Who you hiding in there? Can I come in and play, too?"

Josh straddled Clay's body and cocked back, opening flexing inviting
begging to be impaled. When Clay's middle digit claimed its target and
pressed, it was devoured in suctioning heat, a heavy grunt of surrender
echoing off the room. "Oh, yesssss," he hissed. Josh raised his sweating
body away from the broad chest beneath him, his hand barely able to
encircle the shaft of Clay's flesh, pouring slickness over his fingers.

Their eyes locked. "Now!" Josh panted. "This. In me. Now!" He slowly
squatted, brought his phallus-filled hand between his parted cheeks,
slathering the pre-cum onto Clay's fingers pistoning him, loosening,
lubing, as Clay's hard cock took their place a second before Josh impaled
his anus on the magenta corona. "UNGH! You're going in, fucker, you're
going IN!" A crazed scream froze in Josh's throat, sweat slung from the
raven strands plastered to his forehead as he arched, then dropped in one
fluid heave onto the damp blond bush, impaled to the hilt. The air in his
lungs escaped Josh's gaping mouth with a rutting howl, cannoned by Clay's 8
1/2 inch ramrod bludgeoning his heart from within. "Oh, my big man! Fill me
up! I want it ALL!" Josh clawed into silken-covered mountains of heaving
chest urging Clay's protruding nipples into both palms.

The velvet channel engulfing Clay prompted a jagged lunge further into the
inferno with a low growl, his rod swelling even thicker against the
volcanic walls. His eyes glazed in lust, Clay gurgled, "God, I'm IN you!
You feel wonderful, so hot, so tight!" He kneaded the muscular globes
consuming his hardness, Josh's own column of lust drumming back against his
abdomen in a sticky tattoo matting his navel with Josh's streaming
dicklube.  "And this is so gorgeous!" He grasped Josh's pole, yanking the
foreskin back behind the head, thumb splaying the slit to spread the flow
of juice around the entire crown. The sensation brought forth a steady
litany of "Oh, yeah, right there, oh yeah, Clay, do my head, oh yeah, pull
my skin up, oh, yeah, jack my cock, Clay, oh, yeah, man, jerk me, oh, yeah
..." Josh thrust forward the same distance his asslips relinquished Clay's
impaler, then redevoured it with a Smack! back down onto the blond lap,
cueing another lunge from Clay with an "Unnh!", dick thrust into assheat,
cock again into fist.

"Unnh/Oh, YEAH, stud!" (smack!) "Unnh/Do it!" (smack!) "Unnh/Feed me..."
(smack!)  "Unnh/...that big cock!" (smack!) "Unnh/Fuck me, man!" (smack!)
"Unnh/ohyeah ...(smack!) unnh/ohyeah ...(smack!) unnh/ohYEAH..." The pace
of the pounding rhythm followed the increase in decibels of passion until
twin keening wails brought forth blast against prostate triggering dual
avalanches of pleasure clamping out the second, third, continuing conjoined
thrust/parry/spew, thrust/parry/spew. Wild sparks of light and sweat and
juice careened off flailing bodies, until exhaustion emptied all reserves
of semen, sanity, strength, all desire surrendered as they breathed heavily
into the other's swollen mouth.

With a faint smile, a giggle escaped Clay's lips, awash in commingled
sweat. "Jesus, you're a hot fuck! How did you do that to me, you gorgeous
satyr?"

Josh stirred and tried shakily to sit back, but was held fast by cables of
his issue glueing their pelts together, nipples snuggling together through
sticky fur. He raised his dark eyes to behold Clay's serene green pools
boring into his soul, damp with passion. He returned a soft giggle. "You're
a masterful piece yourself. I guess I forgot I had that in me. It's been
awhile for me, you know. Not since..." lowering his gaze.

Clay snapped Josh's darkly-stubbled chin to center again. "Hey, there was
no baggage attached to where you just sent me to, hot stuff. Expertise, for
sure, but you were totally steering us to the best sex I've had in a long,
long time, man. Certainly the most incredible ever WITH a man. You're
awesome, Josh, and don't you dare try to diminish what you just did to
me. You made magic!"

Clay squeezed his sphincter weakly, emitting a last dribble through his
sensitive piss slit buried deeply in molten cream to nudge Josh's prostate,
and was rewarded with Josh's final gurgling wet pulse into his navel from
the recowled hose still throbbing gently between their bellies. Clay
whispered, "You just changed my world, Josh. I just fucked you. I made mad
love to a MAN. A real hot stud of a man! Spent my seed up inside your manly
ass! Made you cum! Made you happy! Made us BOTH happy! Hey, I like this
manloving ..." as he lunged again between Josh's red lips.

"Oh, how I've missed this," Josh panted when they finally broke apart.
"Barry told me I would know making real love again. He made me swear I
would, but I didn't believe him. I couldn't. Not until yesterday, not until
now ..." and kissed Clay deeply.  "Thanks, Clay, thanks for loving me, and
loving me good!"



TO BE CONTINUED

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