Date: Thu, 5 May 2016 14:46:48 -1000
From: Mark Dross <stateofblues@gmail.com>
Subject: Loving Conor Chapter 4

Loving Conor - Chapter 4

Waking up in someone else's bed is always strange. For a fleeting moment, I
was back in Arizona, snuggled with Julie... then my brain registered the
muscular body against mine and the sweet but undeniably manly scent, and I
remembered. I was afraid that if I opened my eyes, I would realize it had
all been just a sweet dream. As it is every morning, my cock was hard, but
this time it was resting between two ass cheeks. My left hand was on
Conor's hip, and I slowly slipped it down to his hard, thick, dick and
wrapped my fingers around it. It was all too good to be true, and I didn't
want to wake up. It had been so long since I felt this way, and I wanted
this dream to last forever, so I held my eyes shut. I gently grasped
Conor's meaty cock and stroked it, pausing to run my fingers around the
underside of his exposed cockhead. Conor stirred and moaned, then said...

"Aim!" I opened my eyes and said "Don't you dare!" Conor was laughing as he
rolled out of bed and hit me in the face with his pillow, then ran off to
the bathroom. I joined Conor and within a few moments we were both
pissing... in the toilet this time. When Conor was done relieving himself,
he washed his hands and started brushing his teeth. All my stuff was still
in Jim's room, but Conor grabbed another toothbrush from a drawer and
handed it to me. Conor finished brushing, then gargled with mouthwash and
passed it to me. Apparently both of us had the same idea, because as soon
as we were done with the task, our lips met. I reached for Conor's sweet
cock again, but he pulled away and said, "All in good time. I have plans
for that. Let's clean up and go for a walk if you're up for it."

I was glad Conor had asked if I would go for a walk with him. I wanted to
see more of the area, and couldn't think of a better tour guide. I told
Conor that I needed to go to Jim's room and change into some fresh clothes,
and he said, "Bring your stuff and stay with me... I mean, if you want to."
It didn't take long to rinse off, shove my clothes back into my suitcase,
and make the short walk back to Conor's room. I was reaching for the door
when Samantha came out of her room down the hall. I smiled and said "Good
morning!", and got a cold stare and curt, "Hi" in return. Conor opened the
door and stuck his head out, only to receive the same accusing look from
Samantha. Once we were back in his room, I asked "What was that about?"
Conor answered, "Sam is a bit protective. Let's grab some coffee from the
kitchen and I'll tell you about it as we walk down to the beach."

With coffee in hand, Conor and I waited for the lights to change as we made
our way across two busy streets down to the boardwalk. As soon as we were
clear of the noise, Conor said, "Sam and I dated for almost a year, but we
were never really good together. I may be open minded but she is a free
spirit, always pushing boundaries. After we broke up two years ago, I
introduced Sam to Tom, and they have been a couple ever since. We're good
friends, though." I still wasn't quite sure why Sam had given me the stink
eye, so I asked if it was our age difference. Conor's answer surprised me,
"No, it's... you are the first person I've been with since we broke up."
Conor grabbed my hand, saying "Come with me, I want to show you something!"

I followed Conor through a narrow alley, to the front of a building located
at the end of a row. The building had two stories and was covered with
layers of peeling paint on wooden siding, revealing years of neglect. Conor
said, "This place has been vacant for at least five years. It's in a prime
location, but with all of the new buildings available, no one seems to want
to invest the time or money into tearing it down and rebuilding
it. Personally I like the charm of the old buildings and think it just
needs to be fixed up. I've been saving every penny I can, and hope to turn
it into a studio someday. There's a loft inside that would make a perfect
living space." Conor was very animated as he told me his dream, but a bit
of a sad look came over his face as he finished, "I doubt I'll be able to
save enough before someone finally buys it, and I don't have the credit to
get a loan yet." I squeezed Conor's hand and said, "Hold on to your vision,
Conor. Dreams do come true, you know."

Conor kept hold of my hand as we continued our walk to the beach,
interlocking his fingers with mine. I felt comfortable walking hand in hand
with the young man, and if we got any disapproving looks, I didn't notice
and I didn't care. As we neared the water, we kicked our sandals off,
letting the waves lick our feet. I asked Conor more about his photography
business. The photos I had seen so far were incredible but erotic, and I
was curious if Conor thought there was enough demand to fill a studio
gallery. Conor explained "Oh, no. those photos are only for my private
collection. I'm primarily hired to take promotional photos for ballet,
dance, theatre, and gymnastics schools. I'll show you my portfolio when we
get back." Conor stood, staring out at the awe inspiring beauty of the
ocean, but my eyes were locked on the awe inspiring beauty holding my
hand. After a few moments of silence, Conor grinned and said, "Like what
you see?" I smiled and said, "You have no idea how much." Conor turned and
looked me from head to toe, then said "Oh, I think I do." I asked, "What do
you do to keep that gorgeous body so fit?" Conor smiled, "Come with me and
I'll show you."

I followed as Conor led me back to the boardwalk, past dozens of shops, to
a building a couple blocks away. A sign over the door read "Markov School
of Gymnastics". Once inside, we were greeted by sounds of a voice with a
Russian accent "No no, lock your knees!" then the unmistakable thump of
someone hitting the mat hard. "What did I tell you? Again!" I followed
Conor into the musky scented training room, and we watched as a young boy
attempted his move on the Rings again, but this time landing on his
feet. "Yes, that's it! Now go home and rest. You will need your strength
for tomorrow." As the happy youngster grabbed his towel and ran to the
locker room, the coach turned and smiled "Conor, my boy! I have missed you
these last few weeks. You are going to go soft if you don't practice!"
Although I knew what the coach meant, I had to suppress a chuckle... Conor
was never soft. Conor replied, "Don't worry, I've had plenty of exercise. I
worked out last night as a matter of fact." I literally had to bite my
tongue to keep from laughing at Conor's comment. "Coach Adrik, this is my
friend, Brandon. I'm showing him around and thought we would stop in and
say hello." I shook the coach's hand, "It's very nice to meet you, Adrik."
It felt like I had stuck my hand in a vice as the coach gripped it. "And
you as well, Brandon." Conor spoke up, "I trained in gymnastics in Ireland,
and was happy to find Adrik once I moved here." Adrik said, "Yes, it is a
shame Conor and I did not meet when he was young. He has natural talent. I
only wish I had more students like him." Conor blushed at the comment, and
I couldn't pass up the opportunity, "Well, then, you will have to show me
your moves, Conor." Before Conor could reply to my jibe, another young boy
came into the room. "You are late, James. Go warm up and we will begin."
The coach shook his head at the boy, then said "I am sorry my friends, but
I must go to my work now." I followed Conor as he quickly walked out of the
gym, both of us laughing hysterically as the door closed behind us.

It felt odd... the mix of emotions that seemed to come from
nowhere. Conor's melodic laugh made me think of her. Julie's laugh sounded
like a song, and I realized how much I missed her. Yet, the loneliness and
sadness were gone. I would always miss Julie, but I felt complete in this
moment with Conor. I had no idea how long or how often I would feel this
way, but here... now... I felt complete.

As tears rolled down my face, Conor stopped laughing and put his hands on
my shoulders "Hey, babe, what's wrong?" I caught the word... "babe", and I
loved that he used it. I grabbed Conor's shirt with both hands, pulled him
to me and kissed his beautiful face. After a few moments, I broke our kiss
and said, "Nothing is wrong. For the first time in a long time, everything
is right." Conor looked deep into my eyes, as if to read my thoughts, then
smiled and said, "Okay, good. Should we move on then, or do you need a
break?" I replied, "There's nothing I would rather be doing, please
continue the tour."

As we walked to wherever it was Conor was taking me next, he told me more
about his past. "My mom couldn't afford to enroll me in classes, so I would
watch the gymnasts train and mimic them. I built my gym out of whatever I
could find and practiced almost every day. I used to get in trouble because
I would rather do gymnastics than my schoolwork." Conor got quiet after
mentioning his mother. "When was the last time you saw her?", I
asked. Conor replied, "Last year, actually. I had saved enough to bring her
here, but she refused to come back with me. Three years ago she ended up in
the hospital from an overdose and was forced into rehab. It turned out to
be the best thing for her. She relapsed early on, but has been clean now
for two years. She's held a job working at the rehab center, and is
committed to helping others. I miss her, but I'm happy for her, and we talk
once a week." I felt humbled that Conor was sharing something so personal
with me. I put a hand on his shoulder, and Conor reached up and covered my
hand with his.

Our next stop took us into an older part of town to a quaint building that
seemed to be an old movie theater. Conor said, "I offered to help someone
with something, but I have a feeling you won't mind." I looked up at the
sign above the door, and translated it, "Dance of the heart". Conor looked
surprised, "Keep speaking in French and you might get laid." I smiled and
said, "In that case, Que tous tes voeux se réalisent." Conor said,
"Wait, what does that mean?" I chuckled and replied, "I will show you
later."

As Conor and I entered the building, the sound of classical music filled
the air. Rows of theater chairs covered the floor below a stage, on which
many tiny ballerinas were dancing. I stood and watched the young girls and
couldn't help but smile. When music stopped, one of the girls called out
"Conor!' and they all ran down the short set of stairs and surrounded Conor
who knelt down and hugged the girls, telling them how wonderful they
danced. A young lady, who was obviously their teacher, came down and said,
"Okay girls, you need to go change before your parents get here." The girls
all hugged Conor again and ran off to change.

"I wonder how many photographers have their own groupies?" the woman
asked. Conor smiled and replied "Only the ones who sneak chocolate in their
camera bag." The young lady smacked Conor on the arm, "So that's why I
couldn't hold their attention!" Then she looked at me and asked, "Who have
you brought with you?" I was a bit surprised when Conor took my hand in
his. "Clarissa, this is my friend Brandon." I started to hold out my free
hand, but Clarissa curtsied to me. "A pleasure to meet you." I smiled at
the polite gesture, and replied "And you as well." Conor said, "I'll leave
you two to talk while I get ready."

Clarissa watched Conor as he walked past the stage and through a door,
crossing her arms over her chest. I was about to ask what Conor was getting
ready for, when Clarissa turned to me. "It looks as though you two are more
than friends." I wasn't quite sure what to say, so I stood silent. Clarissa
said, "It's perfectly fine, but I must admit I'm a bit jealous. You are a
lucky man... or maybe it is Conor who is the lucky one."  I replied, "I do
feel fortunate to have found Conor. I'm only in town for a short time,
though, so maybe I can put a good word in for you." which prompted a laugh
from the pretty dancer, who said "Heaven knows I've dropped enough
hints. If it hasn't happened yet, I doubt it will ever happen." then she
said, "Please, have a seat and enjoy the dancing."

Conor hadn't told me exactly what he came here to do, so I sat down to
wait. Within a few moments the lights dimmed and beautiful piano music
started, though I couldn't place the song. Clarissa appeared on the stage
and started dancing; her arms and legs extending, raising, and dropping
gracefully while balancing on her toes. I had never really paid much
attention to ballet, but as Clarissa danced gracefully around the stage, I
was quickly becoming a fan. At one point, the music raced faster and
faster, then stopped, and Clarissa froze in place. Conor appeared, dressed
in nothing but tan leggings that left little to the imagination. As the
music started again, Conor danced around Clarissa, then reached out to take
her hand. Clarissa turned her back on Conor, and danced away from him. The
tempo of the music sped up again as Conor danced in frustration. Conor went
to Clarissa again, and she refused him again. I was struck by the irony of
Clarissa's tale of rejection from Conor. The music grew faster and Conor
danced almost to a point of rage, then slowed. A violin joined what had
previously only been piano, and the song drew a sad tone. Conor danced once
again to Clarissa, who refused him yet again. Conor danced away, withdrawn
in submission, then collapsed to the floor. The music picked up again, as
Clarissa danced wildly toward Conor's seemingly lifeless form. The
expression of the music and of Clarissa's dance turned to obvious
grief. Clarissa reached down and lifted Conor's hand, but it dropped to the
floor. Clarissa fell to her knees next to Conor, then pressed her lips to
his. The lights dimmed, and the music faded, an apparent tragic ending to
the story. Just as it appeared Conor had died of a broken heart, the music
tempo peaked, and Conor's arm rose to embrace his lover. Clarissa and Conor
stood and danced together as horns and drums entered the song, expressing
the joy and celebration of the happy couple. In finale, Conor lifted
Clarissa above his head, his arms holding firm, guiding her slowly to the
ground. I was thoroughly impressed, but also very turned on.

Although I had been distracted by the beauty of their dance and the story,
it hadn't escaped me how amazingly hot Conor looked in tights. As they
danced, Conor's midsection glistened with sweat, and his muscles danced
their own seductive ballet. Conor's signature bulge was highlighted in the
thin fabric, as were his defined legs and perfect peach ass, dimples and
all. I stood up and clapped as the couple took a bow, and only then
realized my cock was rock hard.

After Conor changed back into his shorts and t-shirt, we said farewell to
Clarissa and started our walk back to the beach. I said, "So, are you going
to show me your skills in glass blowing next?" Conor chuckled and said,
"No, but I can think of some other blowing skills to show you." as he
grabbed the bulge in my shorts. I said, "I'm counting on that, but
seriously, you just danced ballet!" Conor laughed, "Well, after all the
gymnastics training it came natural. Besides, I was just helping Clarissa
with the routine until her partner, Louis, gets back into town. He's the
real dancer, I just wing it." I said, "Somehow I don't think you could ever
stop surprising me." Then I put my arm over Conor's shoulders and we
continued our journey together.

As we walked down the beach, I saw a "Warning, Nude Bathers Beyond This
Point" sign. Even though I've lived near them before, this would be my
first time at a nude beach. To be honest, I was expecting to see a beach
full of unattractive elderly people. I was surprised, however, when I
looked around and saw quite a few fit men and women and even families with
children. I asked Conor, "Are we joining them?" Conor replied, "No, not
here. Those kids don't need to see the boner monster in my pants. They'll
have nightmares for weeks!" then he smiled and winked at me. I said, "That
reminds me. Does that thing ever go soft?" Conor answered, "Not as long as
your sexy ass is around. I've been thinking about filling it since the day
we met." I smiled and squeezed Conor's hand, then I realized the
implications of what he said and panic set in. Conor chuckled, "Don't
worry, we'll take it slow. If it's too much for you, there are plenty of
other things we can do."  After we rounded another bend, a sign read,
"Adults Over 18 Only Beyond This Point." Conor and I ducked under an orange
rope, then walked to one of many cabanas lined up in rows. We reached a
cabana in the row nearest the beach, and Conor said "This is our stop."
Conor had been carrying a small backpack, and pulled out a red, laminated,
tag. He hung the tag on a hook, then rolled the canvas door up, and said,
"These are rented out by the day, week, month, or year. Jim has had this
one for two years. Jim comes here to relax, but I have something else in
mind." Conor set his pack down, and said, "You won't be needing these." as
he pulled my shorts down, then his, and we kicked them out of the
way. Conor unzipped his pack and pulled out a jar that was obviously some
kind of lubricant, saying "We will need this, though." and his sweet smile
looked more like a wicked grin.

Conor wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight, our cocks and lips
pressing against each other. I immediately fell into oblivion as the
feeling of electric shock seemed to course between our lips, once again
sending tingling sensations throughout my body. The sound of waves
crashing, and the breeze gently whisking my skin, added to the moment; but
the idea that we were about to have sex in a public place... fucking turned
me on! There was an extra wide chaise lounge in the center of the cabana,
and Conor gently pushed me down to the soft cushion, falling on top of
me. Time and space seemed to lose all meaning again as I was drawn deeper
into the moment. Conor's lips moved from my lips, and I felt his warm
breath on my ear. He took my earlobe into his mouth and bit gently, then
did the same to my neck, kissing and softly biting as he worked his way
down to my chest. Conor bit and licked my nipple, then continued doing the
same as he moved lower to my stomach, his soft hair brushing my skin. I let
out a moan as I felt Conor's breath hit my hard cock, but his sweet mouth
stayed just a fraction of an inch away, kissing, licking, biting, and
sucking all around, but not touching. I was trembling as Conor moved away,
then grabbed my hips and pulled and twisted, putting me in the doggy
position. I felt so incredibly vulnerable with my knees on the ground, my
torso on the chaise, and my cock pinned and pointing straight down between
my slightly spread legs. I felt Conor's warm breath, then his lips, tongue
and teeth, as he savored every inch of my ass cheeks. I shuddered when he
spread my cheeks apart and put his wet tongue flat against my hole, licking
it over and over. I heard the jar open, then felt Conor spreading the
lubricant cream on my asshole. I took a deep breath and tried to
relax. Conor massaged my tight hole, then slid a finger slowly inside
me. "Uhhhh..." Conor asked, "Is this okay?" I responded by moaning
something unintelligible, and Conor said "I'll take that as a yes." I could
feel precum starting to drip from my cock as Conor pumped his fingers in
and out of my tight hole, first one, then two, and then a third. I knew
Conor was trying to prepare me for what was coming next, and I found that I
wanted it more than anything. Conor asked, "Are you ready?" I moaned again,
"Yesss, please fuck me." I heard Conor whisper, "Yessss!" and his fingers
were soon replaced by the tip of his big cock. I felt the pressure and pain
as Conor's dick made its way inside me. I moaned, a bit too loudly, "Ahhh
Fuck!" and grabbed the cushion between my teeth and with both fists. Conor
said, "Just breathe and relax." If I hadn't known better, I would swear
that Conor was trying to fist me, but I wasn't about to make him
stop. Conor held his position and said, "Tell me when." I took a couple
deep breaths, then pushed back into Conor's cock forcing his big cockhead
past my anal ring, then "Ooomph!" he was balls deep in me. Conor moaned,
"Ahhhh fuck you feel good!" then started slowly fucking my ass in short
strokes, and waves of pleasure mixed with pain shot through my entire
being. "Oh fuck, babe, don't hold back!" Conor picked up the pace, and I
could feel his balls start banging against me as his thrusts grew harder
and faster. Conor leaned over my back, then grabbed me by the hair, tilting
my head backwards towards his. I turned as best I could to face my lover,
and he kissed me hard, muffling my moans with his mouth.

I had been fucked once before I met Julie, but I was stoned out of my mind
and didn't enjoy it. This time, and with this man... was a completely
different story. Conor continued to slide his thick meat in and out of my
hole, and his pace picked up. The pain had gone and was replaced with some
of the deepest pleasure I had ever experienced. As Conor thrusted in, I
tried to lift my ass to meet his thrusts and drive his cock deeper and
deeper. I was groaning and mumbling "F-f-fuck m-m-e!" and Conor responded
by pounding me hard. Conor's breath became ragged, and I could feel his abs
tightening up on my back, his body slapping against mine harder and
harder. I knew he was getting close, and I wanted it... more than anything
in the world, I wanted his seed in me... then he stopped. I must have
sounded pitiful as I said, "Oh fuck, don't stop, don't stop. I want your
cum." Conor grinned and said, "Not yet, baby, not quite yet." I moaned a
sigh of resignation, and he smiled and slapped my ass. "Get your hot ass on
the cushion!" We slid ourselves up on the chaise, and Conor had me lay on
my side then spooned me. My freshly fucked hole felt empty, so I reached
behind and grabbed Conor's cock, guiding it back inside. I knew then, that
I could go the rest of my life and not get enough of his amazing dick.

I was ready to finish what we started, and Conor said, "We should have
charged admission." I looked out of the cabana, and saw that a small crowd
of people had gathered about 15 feet away. One couple, however had moved up
for a closer view. The couple looked young, early 20s maybe. The girl was
standing behind the guy, giving him a reach around. I heard her say, "You
want that big cock, don't you?" The guy responded by nodding his
head. Conor didn't seem to mind that we were being watched and truthfully,
it turned me on. Conor pushed his cock in deep, and I responded by pushing
back. We gained our rhythm quickly, and were soon lost in bliss
again. Conor continued to pump my ass, picking up the pace quickly. Precum
was flowing from my hard cock, flinging silver strands everywhere each time
Conor's dick slammed home. I started to reach for my throbbing dick , but
Conor pushed my hand away and took it in his own, then said "Kiss me."
Conor's thrusts became faster and harder, making a loud clapping sound as
our bodies slammed together. The young couple standing outside, had moved
even closer, and I heard the girl saying, "Oh fuck yea, cum, baby!" I heard
the boy moan loudly, "I... I'm... cumming!" At the same moment, Conor
slammed his cock in deep and let out a grunt, and I could feel his dick
pulsing inside me, filling me with his sweet juice. I couldn't hold back
even if I wanted to, "Baby I'm. fuuuucking. Fuckkk" Then, my cock
exploded. Conor continued to pump my throbbing cock, as it sprayed ropes of
hot cum on our bodies and faces. I could hear the girl moaning now, and
looked to see that she had her fingers in her pussy, reeling from her own
orgasim. Conor held on to me tight until we were both completely
drained. After finally catching our breath again, we kissed softly, then
Conor said, "Let's go for a swim."

Conor and I made our way to the beach, cum covering our faces, my abs, and
dripping from my freshly fucked ass down my legs. As we passed by the group
that had been watching us, they all clapped and cheered. Conor smiled and
took a bow, and I took the opportunity to slap his sexy ass. Conor turned,
grabbed me by the waist, and half pushed, half carried me a few steps, then
launched us both into the water. After regaining our balance, we both began
splashing each other and laughing like kids. Then, Conor disappeared under
the water, reappearing behind me. Conor jumped on my back, and tried to
push me under, but I put a leg behind and Judo flipped him over my
shoulder. I thought I had the upper hand, then made a quick mental note to
never try and flip a gymnast. Conor followed the flip, but kept his grip on
my neck, landed on his feet then pulled me down into the water with him,
just as large wave crashed on top of us. Conor and I held on to each other
as we got rolled by the wave onto the beach. When the water subsided, we
were locked in an embrace, kissing. until the next wave came and covered us
with sand.

There was a shower near the cabanas, so we walked over to rinse off. I
noticed that Conor's cock was flaccid, and said, "Well what do you know, it
does go soft." Conor grinned, and in only three steps, his cock was
pointing straight up again." I shook my head and said, "Unbelievable!"
Conor punched my shoulder and said, "You talked about it, it's your fault."
As we neared the showers, we saw the young couple that had been watching us
have sex. Conor introduced himself, then me. Looking a little embarrassed,
the young man said, "I'm John, and this is my girlfriend, Mandy." John
turned beet red when Mandy blurted, "He likes your big cocks!" I felt a
little bad for John, and said, "From what I saw, you seemed to like them
too." then Mandy blushed and giggled. Conor broke the tension by reaching
over and grabbing my dick, saying "It's all good, who wouldn't like this?"
and we all had a good laugh. Conor had the cute couple follow us back to
the cabana, where he pulled a pen and paper out of his pack and wrote down
directions to The House, inviting them over for the evening fun. I sat up
and let Conor rest his head on my thigh while I ran my fingers through his
hair. This day had turned out to be one of the best days of my life.. and
it was only noon.