Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2003 15:41:05 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Opposites Attract - Ch 5

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Opposites Attract -- Chapter 5


Back at work on Monday morning, Michael was still so exhilarated by the
weekend, still so amazed at the incredible experience of pure, natural sex
and the unbelievable rush of emotion in realising that he loved Jeff and
that Jeff loved him, that he failed to notice the lack of usual bullying
from his co-workers. It was only after lunch, when his supervisor asked him
to get some materials from the storage area, that it occurred to him that
the man had actually asked, rather than ordered. For the rest of the
afternoon he took more interest in his surroundings, and it quickly became
obvious that the focus of ill will from his boss and the other cruel hard
men had shifted away from Michael, and was now directed at Tim, a younger
guy who had started work three or four weeks earlier. Michael felt sorry for
the young man, but he'd had his turn at being the butt of the jokes and the
target of the others, so it was a relief to have them leave him alone at
last.

For the next few days, he kept his head down and got on with his job. He
pitied Tim, but figured there wasn't a lot he could do about it. Once these
guys decided to pick on you, that was it until they tired of it or someone
else came along. Still, he had difficulty understanding why Tim was now the
target instead of himself. Michael was short, and quiet, and seemed to have
been an easy mark. Tim on the other hand was tall and well built, quite good
looking in fact. And as far as Michael knew, up until Monday morning he had
fit in well, joining in the conversations and the jokes with the others, the
complete opposite of Michael when he had started work.

Now, however, when he saw Tim around the site, the young man looked
positively miserable. Nobody spoke to him, except to bark orders at him, or
to deride him and laugh at his discomfiture. Michael stayed away, not
wanting to hear the harsh comments of the others, knowing all too well what
it was like to be on the receiving end of their cruel humour. It was late on
Thursday afternoon when he finally found out what was going on.

He had delivered a load of bricks to the area where a number of men were
working, and as he went to move away, Tim was standing right beside him,
looking haggard. Michael's heart went out to the young man.

"Don't worry, they'll get over it soon, and pick on someone else," he said
quietly. Tim smiled weakly at him, and it was obvious he was grateful for
the kind words.

Suddenly a voice boomed out from behind them, "Hey there you little poof!
Quit slacking off and do some bloody work for a change!" Michael spun around
automatically, ready for a string of abuse.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he said quickly.

"Not you, Mikey," his supervisor dragged out the name, which Michael hated --
he detested anyone using any shortened version of his name, and this got him
even more worked up. "I was talking to the pretty  little gay boy there!"

Michael spun around to look at Tim, and realisation dawned as Tim's head
hung low again. But Michael was ready for a fight by now. "For fuck's sake,
can't you give him a break!" he said.

"What do you care? If the queer can't take a little name calling, then maybe
he shouldn't be here in the first place."

"I can't see why not," Michael bristled. "It seems to me that he works a
hell of a lot harder than most of the lazy arseholes around here. Not that
it matters, but how do you know he's gay anyway?"

"Bob saw the little fucker goin' into one of them gay bars!" his boss
responded, a little taken aback by Michael's stance.

"So what was Bob doing in a gay bar to see him there, have you asked
yourself that?" Michael retorted, and behind him he heard Tim stifle a
laugh. That made the supervisor even more angry.

"Listen, here you little shit! Stay out of it, before I start to think
you're one of them fairies too."

"What if I was? It makes no difference. You can't make someone's life hell
just because they're gay," Michael spat back at him, getting more and more
worked up by the second.

His boss exploded. "You ARE queer, aren't you? I shoulda known, you always
were outta place here."

"Yeah, I'm gay," Michael shouted back. "So what are you going to do about
it?"

"Get out! Get out now! You and your boyfriend get off my site, and don't
come back, if you know what's good for you." The man's voice had descended
into a threatening evil hiss.

"Get fucked!" said Michael with venom, turning and walking away. Tim
followed him a step behind, catching Michael's arm as they reached the
street.

"Hey, man, thanks for standing up for me," he said.

Michael looked at the younger guy, and reality began to hit home. "Tim, I'm
sorry!" he said.

"What for?"

"If I'd kept my mouth shut, you'd still have your job. I shouldn't have
gotten involved and shot my mouth off like that."

Tim laughed. "It's okay. I was just about ready to quit anyway. I couldn't
take much more of the shit I was copping."

Michael managed an apologetic smile. "I'm still sorry for getting you
sacked. Do you need a ride home?"

"Yeah, that'd be great if you don't mind."

Michael dropped Tim off at a small house not far from his own flat,
apologising again. He was wracked with guilt, and at the same time seething
at the foreman. And then it began to dawn on him that he was unemployed too.
With no education and no real experience, finding a job wasn't going to be
an easy task.

He was feeling completely dejected, and not a little scared, by the time he
got home, as he looked around the tiny, drab flat. He knew exactly how much
he had in the bank, and that meagre amount of savings was not going to tide
him over for long. So much for trying to get out and find a better life.
Still, he had Jeff, and Jeff didn't seem to care where he was from or what
he did. The weekends with Jeff more than made up for the rest of the time
here alone. Lost in thought, Michael jumped when the jarring ring of the
phone jolted him from his reverie.

"Hi there, stud," came Jeff's voice, confident and chirpy as always.

"Hi," Michael responded flatly.

Instantly there was concern on the other end. "Michael, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess." But he wasn't, and suddenly it was all too much for him.
Michael began to sniffle, stammering out his words. "I, ... I got sacked. I,
um, don't have a job anymore," he mumbled into the phone. Jeff knew his man
well enough by now to know there had to be more to it than that, but he held
his tongue.

"Michael, are you okay to ride?"

"Yeah."

"Then get your arse over here as fast as you can, okay? I'll make sure
dinner's waiting for you, and we can have a good long face to face talk."

Michael quietly agreed, and Jeff rang off. Michael dressed quickly, and
jumped on his bike, heading across town. It occurred to him that the trip
from one side of the city to the other, from his flat to Jeff's mansion, was
like a trip from one world to another, like fleeing from all that was awful
to the safety and warmth of his man's arms. And that was exactly what
happened. As soon as he arrived, Jeff was there waiting for him, holding him
tight and assuring him everything would be okay. As they sat together on the
balcony, Michael repeated the whole sorry story to Jeff's growing
indignation. As he finished, Jeff seethed.

"They can't do that to you!"

"They already have," said Michael in a resigned voice.

"No, Michael, I mean they CAN'T do it. It's against the law. There are rules
about discrimination which make it illegal for someone to be fired just
because they're gay. Both you and the other guy -- Tim? -- have rights, and
this company you were working for can be in big trouble for what's
happened."

Michael looked unhappy and confused, and Jeff realised that this wasn't what
he wanted hear right then. He held Michael's head again, ran his fingers
through the smaller man's hair, and whispered that everything would be
alright. But as he did, his mind raced, angry at the injustice done to his
lover, and determined to do something about it.

That night Michael slept soundly in Jeff's arms, comforted by the presence
of his lover, but Jeff tossed and turned, his thoughts continually on the
wrong done to his man, and to the young Tim.

Next morning, Jeff was up and about already when Michael surfaced. Michael
wandered out to the living room to be greeted by Phillip.

"Good morning, Mr Michael," came the genuine smile. "Mr Jeffrey is on the
terrace. Will you join him?"

Jeff had a pad and pencils spread out before him, making notes furiously. He
looked up when Michael came through the doors, and smiled widely.

"Hi there, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling this morning?"

"Better!" said Michael, and he meant it. Jeff's concern and comfort had let
him sleep well.

"Michael, I have a suggestion for you," said Jeff, becoming serious. "But if
you tell me to back off I will, no arguments."

Michael was curious. He had never seen Jeff so animated, well, outside the
bedroom anyway, and so serious, before. To his questioning look, Jeff went
on.

"What happened to you is wrong, illegal," he said.

"So you said last night!"

"But I want to do something about it. You know my vacation is over next
week, and we go back into production again?" Michael nodded. "I would like
to make this our first investigation. An exposé on discrimination against
gay people in the building industry."

Michael nodded again, Jeff's enthusiasm was infectious. "That could work,"
he said cautiously.

Jeff looked him fully in the face. "But to do it, I'd need someone who was
prepared to stand up in front of the cameras and tell their story."

"Me?" Michael said in sudden realisation.

"Only if you felt comfortable. It wouldn't be easy. You'd be `outing'
yourself to millions of people. If you have the slightest doubt, the
smallest concern, I won't do it to you. I love you more than to just use you
for a story." Jeff's face told Michael he meant every word.

Michael thought for a second. "It seems to me that I've already `outed'
myself to everyone I work with. By now it will be all over the company. And
they aren't people I care about. In fact the only one I really care about is
you, and I guess by now you already know I'm gay." He smiled at last, and
Jeff broke into a huge grin, throwing his arms around Michael's neck, and
kissing him hard. "I'll do it!" said Michael, certainty in his voice. "And
what about Tim? He might back us up."

"Do you know how to reach him? If he would agree, that'd be even better,"
Jeff said.

"I know where he lives -- I dropped him there yesterday afternoon."

"Then, we'll go and see him, ask him if he'll help," declared Jeff.

"We?"

"Michael, this is my way of backing you up, but it's also what I do,
remember? This is one time when being well known gives me the upper hand."
Jeff went quiet for a moment, another look of deep thought on his face. In a
quieter, less certain tone, he continued. "There's something else I want to
ask you," he said.

Michael felt uncertainty again, at the unusual tone of his man. "Go ahead,"
he replied.

"This is completely apart from any story, completely separate from what
happened."

Michael's concern grew. What was Jeff getting at?

"I've been trying to find a way to ask for a while now, but yesterday's
events have given me the best reason ..." Jeff faltered again. "Michael, I,
um, " his eyes were down, and for once he was lost for words.

Michael reached for him, lifted Jeff's chin with his hand so they looked
directly into each other's eyes. "Jeff, whatever it is, I love you. So just
ask, okay? It can't be all that bad."

"Move in here with me? Permanently? If you don't have a job, then there's no
point staying so far away, and I want us to be together always." Jeff
blurted out in one breath.

Michael was stunned, taken completely by surprise, and for a moment he
couldn't speak. Slowly, he found his voice again. "Are you sure? I'm about
to become `a known homosexual'. Do you want someone with that reputation
living in your home?"

"More than anything!" Jeff replied quickly. "After all, your address is not
going to be advertised or publicised. A few people will have to know, but
maybe it's about time I started to open the closet door just a fraction
too."

Michael's eyes were moist, his heart beating fast. "Okay," he whispered, and
Jeff's face lit up. "Thank you."

It was Jeff's turn now to wipe away a tear. "Thank you! Michael, I love
you."

After they'd eaten, they dressed in casual clothes and Phillip readied the
car. On the way back to Michael's flat they talked about the story,  Jeff
explaining in detail the way that he wanted to approach it, discussing with
Michael the need for Michael to tell his story on camera and what that would
mean -- that everyone would know Michael was gay, and what had happened to
him. Michael now seemed unconcerned.

"So everyone knows!" he said. "I guess it's about time. In a way, it
actually feels good. No longer pretending to be something I'm not, no longer
hiding my real self from people. Not that there's anyone much who matters
anyway."

"I'm proud of you!" Jeff suddenly declared, "For doing this, and for being
prepared to be yourself in the most public way imaginable. Maybe even a
little jealous of you; sometimes I wish I could be my true self as well."

Michael grinned at him. "I suppose it'll make it hard to get another job
though." This last comment was almost a spoken thought.

"Yes," agreed Jeff, "it probably will, at least in the short term and in
that field. But you don't have to work in that area if you don't want."

"I can't do anything else," was Michael's response. "No experience, no
skills, no education. I'm not really an attractive prospective employee, am
I?"

"Then do something about it." Jeff took on an authoritative tone. "You've
got the brains, you just need teaching. Why don't you go back to school, get
your certificate? And then if you want you can go on to university, or
whatever."

"And how am I going to do that without a lot more money than I have?"

Jeff smiled uncomfortably. "Michael, you and I are a couple. I love you, and
I intend us to be together forever. And that means that my money is yours.
For anything you need, including the best education you can get."

Michael didn't answer, just slid down and rested his head on Jeff's
shoulder, snuggling into his man again. He was happier than he had ever
thought possible.

"And ..." Jeff's tone had changed, he was quieter, and there was a gleam in
his eye. " ... if you're around OUR place all day, then you can get started on
fitting out our basement, can't you?"

"Mmm," was the response.

"I mean it!" Jeff murmured into Michael's ear. "I really want to turn the
basement into a leather paradise. I was thinking black leather everywhere,
with a mattress covered in it, maybe even a sling ... ?"

"Yeah?" Michael could hardly keep the excitement, or the lust, from his
voice. "Were you serious about getting your nipple pierced too?" he asked,
letting his hand rest lightly on the developing bulge between Jeff's legs.

"Uh huh," Jeff nodded.

"Then we'll both do it. Get a piercing each, to match each other. And maybe
we can buy ourselves some `toys'," Michael hissed with a huge grin. The
bulge under his hand twitched as Jeff's heart beat faster.

"Now you're talking, stud!" he said.

******

When they arrived at the house where Michael had left Tim the previous
afternoon, Jeff followed Michael up to the front door. It opened to
Michael's knock, and Tim stood there, a curious expression on his face.

"Hi," said Michael. "Tim, I'd like you to meet ..."

Tim's eyes had widened and his jaw dropped as he recognised the man behind
his visitor.

"Jeff Shaw!" he gasped. "Holy shit! I mean, uhh, sorry about that. Come in,
please."

Jeff shook Tim's hand, and the three men sat on a small sofa in Tim's living
room. Jeff took the lead in the conversation right away.

"Tim, Michael has told me what happened to the two of you yesterday. I don't
know if you realise, but what they have done -- dismissing you because you're
gay, is against the law. I want to do a story on it, show them up as the
bigoted, prejudiced people they are. If you'll help, I am sure we can really
make them squirm."

Tim nodded, listening carefully after getting over his initial shock at a
famous TV star showing up on his doorstep. "Why?" he asked.

"Well," Jeff spoke truthfully, "To begin with, it's what I do. I get a lot
of satisfaction out of helping people who are being brow-beaten unjustly by
others for whatever reason. Of course, it's stories like this that have made
my show popular, and I'll be honest with you -- it means I'm using you guys
in a way, because it boosts my ratings and that means I make more money. But
it also means I can help you too. You probably won't get your jobs back, but
I believe you are entitled to be paid compensation for unfair dismissal, and
you'll get a chance to take some revenge on the ones who did it at the same
time."

Tim grinned. "I like your honesty. And I like the idea of getting back at
them. Are you prepared to do this?" he said to Michael.

"Yep," Michael answered in a resolute voice.

"Then so will I," declared Tim. "My family and friends all know I'm gay, so
that's not a problem. I've never tried to hide it, but those arseholes just
wouldn't let me be," he said vehemently.

Jeff explained again how he intended to do the story, including confronting
their supervisor on the site, in front of all the other men, with the
cameras rolling. He gave Tim his office phone number, and got a number where
he could contact Tim to finalise arrangements. Finally, Jeff and Michael
stood to go. Tim thanked them both, then a look of curiosity came over him.

"How did you do this?" he said to Michael. "I would have no idea how to
contact Mr Shaw or how to get him interested in a story like ours."

Michael blushed bright red, unprepared for the question. An awkward silence
followed as Michael grimaced, trying to find an acceptable answer, but Jeff
came to his rescue.

"Tim," he said, conspiratorially, "this is just between us, okay?"

Tim nodded eagerly.

"Michael and I are lovers!"

Tim's gaping look of astonishment was matched only by that of Michael.

"Jeff! You didn't have to ..." Michael began, as Jeff took his hand.

"Yes I did. Tim deserved to know, and you deserved my honest support. And
you know, it feels good to have said it!" Jeff beamed, somehow proud and
thrilled at his confession to an almost stranger. He spun around, and kissed
Michael full on the lips, his arms going around Michael's shoulders before
they broke apart again to make their good-byes. This time, Jeff handed Tim
another piece of paper with a number written on it. "Tim, this is our home
number, if you ever want to call either of us, for advice or help, or even
just a chat."

Tim wore a grin which stretched from ear to ear. "Thanks, guys, for
everything," he said with feeling. "And your secret's safe with me for as
long as you want."

On the way home, Michael held Jeff's hand in his, squeezing tightly. "Thanks
for that," he said.

"I meant it, and I'm glad I did it," said Jeff.

***

That night Michael insisted on dressing Jeff himself, after he had already
garbed himself in the close fitting, supple black leather of his harness and
chaps. He wore a leather cushioned pouch which cradled his balls, and a snap
on cod-piece which only served to make his impressive cock look even bigger
within its black hide envelope. Standing in his beautiful leathers, he
carefully, tenderly, fitted each piece of Jeff's gear onto the body of his
muscular slaveboy. When he was done, Michael stood back, and had Jeff turn
full circle before him.

"What are you doing?" Jeff asked.

"Taking in the best view in the world!" Michael declared.

He feasted his eyes on the hunk before him, let his gaze roam over the
powerful legs encased in gleaming leather, every muscle and sinew
highlighted in black. He watched Jeff's buns dimple as he turned, delighting
in the white skin framed by the jet black chaps. Jeff's wide shoulders were
criss-crossed by belts of shining leather and his perfect chest underlined
by the same dark hide straps, the silver metal rings bringing the hard brown
nubs of his nipples into sharp relief, and Michael pictured a silver circle
piercing that sensitive flesh. The mysterious allure of Jeff's hooded and
anonymous face was so erotic, and Michael sighed as his cock surged within
its casing. He ogled the dark triangle of polished leather at Jeff's groin
unashamedly. Two full rounded orbs of black were distinctly visible beneath
a long, inviting tube of masculinity within that delicious pouch of hide,
the shape of Jeff's cock accentuated by the gripping leather.

Jeff rotated in front of his man happily. The thought of Michael just
standing and examining him was a turn-on, and he had the added benefit of
looking back, and seeing the muscular, leathered figure of his lover staring
at him. He concentrated on the enjoyment of seeing Michael, his master,
standing there, legs apart, arms crossed, head high and eyes covered by the
glasses and lowered cap. Michael's lower body was a wall of shimmering black
leather as he stood on pillars of dark hide which led to the bulging package
of supple shining material holding his manhood. The polished blackness of
his gauntlets and arm bands held his strong limbs in check, and the X of his
harness stood out against his skin. Jeff was in paradise.

Bringing the exhibition to an end, Jeff leaned forward to his man, and
placed his mouth gently against Michael's lips. They kissed, soft and tender
but protracted, savouring the taste of each other, and then Jeff lowered his
face and slowly let his tongue trace the line of Michael's harness toward
the nipples. Finding his target, he licked and nibbled, bit and blew at the
hard brown skin, making Michael groan with delight. Jeff could easily
imagine those nubs ringed with silver, and his cock twitched again.

Further he went, lower and lower, licking at the sculpted ridges of
Michael's abdomen, feeling the lines of defined muscle beneath his tongue.
Inch by inch he dropped his head, and felt Michael's hands on the soft
leather hood he wore, holding him firmly and massaging his skull through the
hide. Finally Jeff reached his objective, his eyes lining up with the long
bulging tube of black leather at Michael's pelvis. He stopped and stared for
a long moment, watching the living flesh surge against the covering of
polished hide, seeing the roiling balls below move within their envelope of
leather. Tentatively, Jeff licked out, his tongue making contact with the
bulging log. And then he attacked it, biting at the leather encased meat,
chewing on Michael's cock right through the pouch, gnawing at the cod-piece
which protected Michael's fleshy manhood. He felt Michael grip even more
firmly at his hood, and as Jeff attacked the hidden prick, he revelled at
the pressure of Michael's grinding against his face.

Then Michael's hands were lifting him away, pulling him to his feet. Jeff
followed the command, and ached with anticipation as Michael lowered him
gently onto the bed, towering over him in leather glory. He watched as
Michael slowly removed the cod-piece, liberating the rod of throbbing male
flesh beneath. Jeff wanted that long thick pole, needed to feel it pierce
his hole and fill his body. He pleaded with Michael with his eyes, and his
man leaned forward to satisfy the urge they both felt. As Jeff watched,
Michael stood over him, Michael's cock jutting proud and rigid, pointing out
and up from his body, throbbing. A droplet of precum appeared at the slit
and Jeff ached to lick that sweet juice from the spongy flesh. Michael took
a generous helping of lube, and coated his weapon, so that it glistened in
the candlelight, shining and strong, as Jeff lifted his knees and spread his
legs to invite the monster to invade him, to spear itself into his welcoming
gut.

Jeff breathed deeply as he lay back, subservient again. He got a brief whiff
of tangy sweetness from the lubricating gel, and then the aroma of leather
mixed with the musk of his lover flowed over him. He looked up, seeing again
the low visor and capped head of his man, the blank mirrors of the glasses
he wore hiding his eyes and adding en erotic mystery to him, a masterful
sense of domination that Jeff needed, wished for. As Michael's body bent
forward and over him, to cover him and possess him, Jeff tingled with
excited anticipation. He felt the throbbing solidity of Jeff's cockhead
press against his puckering hole, and willed himself to relax and enjoy the
fulfillment of his man's love.

Slowly, Michael inched forward, and Jeff pushed back in response. His anus
resisted for a moment, and then gave up its fight, and Michael's mushroom
cap slid through his sphincter, holding him open and sending shockwaves of
joy through his body. He clenched himself around the thick shaft, thrilling
to the feeling of being filled, and then relaxed again as his lover drove
that meaty prong deeper into his body. Jeff moaned quietly as the throbbing,
hot poker made contact with his prostate, and his own cock twitched within
its leather case as Michael's rod sank into him, the shaft massaging his
erogenous knot of nerves as it did. He let out a soft "hmff" as Michael
plunged himself in for the last few centimetres, and Jeff felt the smooth
textured hide of the leather envelope holding his man's nuts slam against
his bare butt cheeks.

Immediately, Michael began a slow, steady pumping motion and Jeff matched
the rhythm, wrapping his legs around Michael's body and drawing him in with
each thrust, holding him tightly as he withdrew. Jeff delighted to the
gentle loving as Michael took possession of his body. He thrilled to the
warm erotic friction of Michael skewering his arse hole, and marvelled at
the joyous wonder of Michael's naked cock within himself. Michael's manhood
was a hot, twitching log of veiny muscle, filling his rectum. There was no
pain, no discomfort, nothing but pure pleasure. Jeff had always enjoyed
being fucked, but never in his most vivid imaginings had he thought that the
lack of a thin latex sheath could make such an indescribable difference to
the sensations he experienced as the living tower of naked, trembling flesh
spiked its way into his bowels. He felt so alive, and tingled with
passionate sensuality as the velvety steel of Michael's sword probed deep
into his welcoming gut.

For over an hour, Jeff lay there in ecstatic delight as Michael probed and
plunged at him, burying that long thick weapon deep into Jeff's bowel, or
pulling back until only the swollen head remained clenched within Jeff's
arse, and then driving forward again. Jeff gasped and groaned with pleasure
as Michael sped up or slowed down the tempo of his thrusting assault,
bringing both of them to the edge many times before easing back to prolong
the total pleasure they shared. For all that time, Jeff's body ached and
trembled as he held Michael's log of manflesh within him, taking ownership
of that part of Michael's anatomy that gave him so much pleasure. He was
consumed by the incredibly erotic feelings as Michael's cock ploughed his
hole, and Michael's leather encased body covered him and leaned over him. He
felt the gripping tension of the harness straps taut around his chest, and
the firm textured leather of the hood encasing his head. His own legs
provided added stimulation, lifted up and locked around Michael's waist,
shining and black within his chaps of polished leather.

Jeff could have wished for this long deep humping to continue all night. He
was in ecstasy as Michael fucked him, but the natural urges of male lust
grew in both men. Michael's tempo steadily increased. The speed and force
with which he thrust at Jeff built up and up, and Jeff reacted with more and
more clenching, humping might. Their coupling changed from a slow union to a
thumping, heaving rut as they gasped and groaned, hissed and humped in
animalistic passion. Jeff gripped at Michael with his arms, his legs and his
arse, as Michael pistoned in and out of Jeff's hole, pounding deeper and
deeper, harder and harder at the soft wet heat of Jeff's cavern. Jeff felt
his body jerked and pounded, shoved and impaled as Michael fucked him hard,
and Jeff fucked back. Knowing that he was close, Jeff reached sideways for a
bottle of amyl, and quickly took a long breath. He handed the stuff to
Michael, who also sniffed deeply without breaking his motion.

As the effect of the drug began to hit Jeff's body, every nerve tingling,
every sensation magnified, he reached up to Michael's chest, and pinched
then twisted at the hard brown nubs of his man's nipples. The combination of
Jeff's pulling at his tits with the rush of the amyl and the already peaking
sensations at his groin sent Michael over the edge. He gave a strangled cry
of pure lust, and rammed his cock deeper than ever into Jeff, impaling his
lover as his rod swelled and buried itself to the hilt inside Jeff's body.
Jeff saw Michael tremble above him, heard the yell, and shook from the final
pounding of Michael against him. He felt the twitching of that amazing sword
inside his rectum, and as Michael began to shudder, rocked with the spasms
of climax, he swore he could sense the thick hot cream of his man's
ejaculate filling his bowel. Still holding onto Michael's nips, he felt the
wave of passion build up inside himself and surrendered to it as his orgasm
crashed through his body, rocking him as his balls exploded and his cock
emptied itself, drowning his groin in cum, filling the leather pouch and
leaking out onto his stomach.

As the peak of abandon passed and the power of their explosion ebbed, Jeff
sighed for joy. Michael slowly began to withdraw, gently pulling his still
solid masculinity from Jeff's reluctantly clenching sphincter. They
separated, then Michael rolled back to his lover again, throwing his arm
over Jeff's chest, holding him tight and kissing him long. In the hazy glow
of recovery, sharing the descent from the ultimate coupling, they smiled and
held each other. Michael let his fingers wander down Jeff's torso, and Jeff
grinned when Michael reached into the leather pouch over Jeff's groin, to
find the sticky lake of cum deposited there. Scooping Jeff's ejaculate onto
his fingers, Michael licked at his hand, tasting the very essence of Jeff.
Jeff rolled to him, and they kissed again, passing that oozing manjuice
between them and sharing the cocktail of their fucking.

"Thank you!" whispered Jeff into his lover's ear.

"Thank YOU!" was Michael's response, and they lay together, holding each
other close.

To be continued ...

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!