Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 17:11:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Bono Torros <bonotorros@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sleepy Days, Come No More_Chapter 4

Sleepy Days, Come No More

Chapter 4

I looked at Marie, smiled, and said, "Good morning Marie, and Happy New
Year." I said calmly. "You remember my friend Blake; he was my date at your
party Saturday night." I smiled.

Blake smirked, "Good morning Marie, and Happy New Year." He said.

Marie appeared a little stunned, "Good morning, and Happy New Year." She
looked from me to Blake and then back to me. "I tried calling Saturday
afternoon and evening, but there was no answer, so I went to your apartment
Saturday evening to check on you, but you weren't home.so I'm glad to see
you are well." She exclaimed. "You guys have a good day, Steven I'll call
you later." She said.

"Sounds good." I said.

"I bet you two will have a lot to talk about." He grinned.

I reached out and took Blake by the hand, and we resumed our journey. Once
we made it to my apartment Blake put away his things and we completed our
morning hygiene together.

"How about a Spanish omelet and French toast?" I offered.

He smiled, "That sounds good, but I really need to go running, I haven't
been since Friday." He paused. "So, how about toast and juice?" He asked.

"Sure, that is easy enough." I exclaimed.

"Would you like to run with me?" He smiled.

"Um-no, I really would not." I laughed, "But when you return, all smelly
and sweaty," I ran my fingers through his hair, "I will get you all cleaned
up and feed you a nice replenishing breakfast." I smirked.

"Will there be protein?" He asked flirtatiously.

"Yes, there will be eggs and ham." I thought about it and said, "Oh, you
are being sexually inappropriate." I paused. "Now, at my job when a client
is sexually inappropriate, there are serious consequences." I said in a
serious voice.

He smiled, "What kind of consequences." He asked sheepishly.

"Well, if you don't behave I may be forced to prepare your omelet without
cheese." I said sternly.

"No, not that." He said in a pleading voice, as he stepped closer to me.

I took a step forward, towards Blake, and said, "I don't want to punish you
but there must be consequences, or there will be chaos." I said.

He leaned in and gingerly rubbed his nose against mine. It felt so good. I
closed my eyes and inhaled his scent into my body and sighed heavily. I
lifted my arms from my sides and ran my hands across his chest and up his
neck. Then, I gripped the back of his head and lowered it so I could kiss
him. I pressed my lips against his and probed his mouth with my tongue. I
kissed him as long as I could before we needed to breathe.

He lifted his head and told me, "I better go; I need to burn off some
energy," he paused, "unless you have an alternate exercise for me to do."
He said and bit his lip.

I looked in his eyes, "No you better go for your run. I would hate for you
to get over heated." I exclaimed.

We stood there for a moment, with my hands about his neck and our bodies
touching, as we breathed heavily. Then, he withdrew from my grasp, and
said, "Okay, I will be back in about 50 minutes." He exclaimed.

I nodded and he headed out.

While, Blake was gone, I checked my emails and returned some phone calls. I
did a load of laundry and washed the dishes. I had just turned on some
music, when there was a knock on the door, it was Blake. He was drenched in
sweat. The material of his wet shirt had become transparent and I could see
his erect nipples pointing through. Beads of sweat rolled from his brow
down the sides of his face. I stood there staring at him, when he said,
"Are you going to let me in?" He smiled.

I stepped aside so he could enter. As he passed me, creating a slight
breeze, a whiff of his scent passed through my nostrils. It was that same
spicy-woody smell, but now it was more intense. It was heavier, more
musky. The smell was so pungent that I could almost taste him. I closed my
eyes and bit my lip, imaging what it would be like to taste him.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, I opened my eyes. "Where were you?" Blake
asked.

"Just thinking of you.I am happy you're back." I said.

"Does that mean you're ready to clean me?" He said with a smirk.

"No, I trust that you can clean yourself. There are towels set out for you,
and there is soap and shampoo in the shower." I explained.

"So, I have to shower all alone? I might get lonely or scared." He said
softly.

"You may leave the door open, and if you get too scared just call out to
me, and I will come to your aide as soon as possible." I said sweetly.

He smiled and walked toward the bathroom. I went to the kitchen and began
to prepare a late breakfast. I cooked two Spanish omelets and whole grain
toast. Shortly after I had finished cooking, Blake emerged from his shower,
wearing a pair of boxer briefs.

"Something smells good." He exclaimed.

"Thank you. I hope it tastes good." I paused, "Mr. Mitchell, I laid some of
your clothes out on the bed, did you not see them?" I grinned.

"I thought that this was the most appropriate choice." He said with a
smirk.

"Mr. Mitchell, I don't know how you were reared but I find it highly
inappropriate that you would strut around someone's home.in your
undergarments. That is not acceptable conduct.it is scandalous." I
exclaimed in a mortified voice.

"Well, Mr. Greene, I have never been reared, I usually do the rearing." He
smirked.

We both laughed, and I said, "You are hopeless, but sexy."

We ate breakfast and washed the dishes. He read a book, while I worked on
some reports. Then we watched a movie, but this time he chose. It was a
German film, called The Lives of Others. After the movie we discussed the
philosophical issues that were outlined in the film, we agreed on many
things and agreed to disagree on others.

At some point Blake sat on the floor between my legs, as I sat on the sofa
and combed his hair. It was getting late in the evening and we were both
hungry, I suggested that we order a pizza, but Blake wanted something
light, so he had a salad and I had left over stew.

After our respective meals, we played I spy. I know it sounds very
adolescent but it was fun. Blake would pick the most inconspicuous
things. Later, I ironed my work clothes for the week and Blake watched the
world news.

Before we went to bed Blake did 100 crunches and 100 pushups. I lay at the
foot of the bed and watched him, as his muscles tensed and relaxed beneath
his skin. After, this physical feat I gave him a big round of applause and
a kiss on the cheek. Then he toweled the sweat off of his body, removed his
underwear, and climbed into bed.

I watched him as he settled into bed, and then said, "Are there any rules
or conditions that you would like to clarify, Mr. Mitchell?" I asked.

He smiled, "Well the first condition is that you must remove these." He
said while pulling at my briefs. "I sleep in the nude and it would make me
very self-conscious if my handsome host did not do the same." He said
meekly.

"Well, I wouldn't want to be a discourteous host.that would be unseemly." I
grinned as I removed my underwear.

Blake took them from my hand and brought them to his face and inhaled
deeply. "That is something I want to taste." He said with a smile.

I blushed, "Are you in the habit of sniffing the underpants of other men,
Mr. Mitchell?" I asked.

"Only, when the guy is super hot," he smiled, "when there is a super hot
guy that I like I can become quite a dirty boy." He laughed.

"Mr. Mitchell, you must learn how to control these.base urges. It is just
appalling." I said sarcastically.

"Well, I guess you're going to have to civilize me baby." He exclaimed.

"That would be an extremely difficult task, and it would take some
intensive work.but it has always been my policy to be involved in
philanthropic efforts and this could be categorized as such." I smirked.

"Alright, that is enough." He said.

"I am sorry, you are absolutely right, this is no time for joking. You have
just put on an amazing performance of physical strength and you desire a
reward." I smiled.

"Really?" He smiled.

"Of course, what you need after all of that exercise is a full body
massage. You need someone to run their hands across that tight, hard body."
I said flirtatiously.

"Oh, you may be right my muscles do ache very badly." He said in a sad
voice.

 "Then come over here and lie on your stomach and let me take care of you."
I tried to sound sexy but had to choke back the laughter.

Blake moved over to the center of the bed and lay on his stomach, and I
took out a bottle of lotion from my night stand and climbed on to Blake's
back. I massaged his shoulders and neck first. Then, I worked on his upper
back. It felt so good to have my hands on Blake's body, my bare skin
against his; to have him respond to my touch.

I moved further down his body until I was straddling his ass. I worked the
middle of his back, and then dismounted him, so I could massage his lower
back. Next I massaged his left side, from his ass cheek to his ankle. Then,
I massaged his left arm and hand.

I climbed over Blake to get t o his right side. I massaged his right arm
and hand. Then, I massaged his right side from ass cheek to ankle. I had
Blake turn on to his back and I massaged each of his big, beautiful feet.

Then I squeezed some lotion into my palm and griped his hardening
cock. Blake's eyes opened wide in surprise. My actions were surprising me
too. I wanted to take him in my hands since the first time I had seen him,
but to actually act on my desire.

I stroked his cock slowly, before long he was fully erect. I used my other
hand to fondle his balls. He moaned deeply. I began to increase the speed
and friction on his cock. Then I asked in my sexiest voice, "Do you like
that baby?" He nodded yes, and he began to tweak his nipple.

I continued to work furiously on his cock, and he began to thrust into my
hand. His balls began to tighten and drew nearer to his cock. His breathing
was becoming ragged, so I increased the speed and pressure. His body tensed
and his toes curled. Then, he closed his eyes and let out a deep throaty
moan, and began to shoot rope after rope of thick creamy cum. His seed
dripped from my hands and my face. There was cum on my arm and across his
chest.

He kept his eyes closed, while his breath slowed. When he opened his eyes
it took a few seconds for him to gain focus. I wiped his cum from my face,
arm, and hands, and then I cleaned his crotch and chest with a towel.

I climbed onto Blake and sat my bare ass on his crotch. I looked him in his
emerald eyes, "Did you like that Mr. Mitchell?" I said in a low husky
voice.

He placed his hands around my hips and said, "That was awesome baby. Thank
you."

"It was my pleasure." I said as I ran my fingers over his chest and into
his armpit.

As I explored his armpit with my fingers, Blake began to laugh. "Are you
ticklish?" I said with a smirk as I tickled his armpits with more vigor.

"Stop." Blake pleaded through his laughter.

"Not until you say the magic word." I demanded.

"Please." He said meekly.

"No, say uncle." I commanded.

"Never!" He exclaimed.

"Disobedience, is intolerable, you must be severely punished." I exclaimed.

Blake gave me a devilish smile and then flipped me on to my back, so that
he hovered over my body in a pushup position. "You have been a terrible
tyrant and now you must yield to the leader of the new r gime." He said.

I looked up into his eyes, and said, "Well, I hope the new r gime will
adopt a policy of mercy and forgiveness." I smiled meekly.

"It is important, as a new leader, that I send out a strong message about
tyranny. You must be held accountable for your actions." He said sternly.

"Certainly, there is something we can work out." I said in a low husky
voice, as I ran my fingers across his cheek. He closed his eyes and bit his
lip, as I caressed his face.

He opened his eyes and licked his lips. He was so sexy. He searched my
eyes, I don't know what he was looking for but I welcomed his gaze. It felt
like he was reading my mind, like there could be no secrets, like my eyes
betrayed my every desire.

Just lying there beneath him, with my hand on his face, sent tremors down
my spine. He was making me so hot. I wanted to consume him, to breathe him
into my body. I released a shallow moan. Then, Blake leaned down and his
hair brushed across my ears and neck, as he proceeded to press his lips
against mine. He pushed into my mouth with his hot tongue and swept it from
one side of my mouth to the next.

I felt dizzy and the room started to spin. I closed my eyes and in an
instant my entire body went numb. It was as if I were weightless and
floating. I couldn't breathe, I tried to break the kiss, but Blake wouldn't
allow me to. Finally, I was able to wrestle from his charge.

We both gasped, desperately inhaling air. Then he resumed, kissing my neck,
sucking my ear lopes and nipples. Exploring my armpits with his
tongue. Then, he worked his body between my legs and started to grind his
growing cock against mine. I wrapped my legs around his back. We began to
move in synchronized motions, with Blake dictating the course.

Then, Blake reached over and grabbed the bottle of lotion from the night
stand and poured some in his palm, then he rose up on his knees and took
both of our cocks in his large hand and stroked us both at once.

I closed my eyes and continued to ride the wave of sensations that ran
through my body. My skin was burning and I could feel the sweat collecting
on my brow, as I writhed beneath him. The pleasure was so intense that it
was almost painful. I couldn't take anymore, I felt my balls tighten and
began to lose my breath.

Blake increased the speed and friction, I felt his cock pulsating through
my own, my toes curled and I began to shoot as I was swept away by the
strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. Blake continued to stroke our
cocks together, using my cum as lube. My eyes were still closed, but I
could hear his ragged breathing, which was followed by a low guttural moan,
as I felt rope after rope of hot cream cover my abdomen.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Blake, he was dripping sweat and his face
was flushed red. He opened his eyes and looked down into mine. Then he
kissed me on the forehead and collapsed onto my body. Our sweat and cum was
the only thing that separated us. There was nothing said, our ragged breath
and slowing heart beats were the only sounds that filled the room.

My head was still spinning from what just happened. I didn't know how I
felt. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I woke early the next
morning, with my head on Blake's chest. I slowly raised myself from the bed
and went to the bathroom.

It was just past 4 am. I looked in the mirror and wiped my eyes. I brushed
my teeth and washed my face. Then I toileted and got into the shower. I
stood under the nozzle and let the water run over my body. I washed the
residue of Blake from my abdomen, and began to cry.

 The morning had brought doubt and regret. I leaned against the wall to
steady my shaking body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed
to compose myself. I had to get ready for work and I needed to focus. I
decided that I would deal with my feelings later.

I went back to the bedroom and put on my underwear and under shirt. While,
I was doing this I heard, "Good morning stud." Blake said in a groggy
voice.

I turned and looked at Blake, "Good morning Mr. Mitchell." I said warmly.

"How long have you been up?" He asked.

"About 45 minutes." I exclaimed.

"Were you in the shower?" He asked.

"Yes, I took care of all of my morning hygiene, the bathroom is all yours."
I replied.

"Why didn't you wake me? We could have completed our hygiene together." He
said.

"Well, it was still early, and you looked so peaceful," I paused, "I didn't
want to disturb you." I Smiled.

He got out of bed and walked over to me, "You relieved all of my tension,
so I slept like a baby." He said. Then, he kissed me on the lips and
wrapped his strong arms around my back. As he held me I could feel his
erect penis sticking into my stomach.

I withdrew from his grasp, and asked "Would you like some breakfast?"

"I think I will need to refuel, after that workout you gave me last night."
He said, while stroking my face.

"Okay, I'll cook breakfast and you should do your hygiene." I suggested.

He nodded his head and we assumed our tasks. I served fruit parfait and
whole grain toast. We ate and made small talk. Then we dressed and headed
out to work. We sat next to one another on the bus and wished each other
luck with our respective days.

Work went by swiftly, I had to evaluate medical records and document any
anomalies. Then, Marie called me to ask if I was free for lunch, I knew
that she would want to talk about Blake, but I decided it was best to
confront the matter as soon as possible, so I agreed to lunch with her at
the hospital.

She arrived with Chinese food. I greeted her and led the way to my work
area and closed the door. We made small talk for a few minutes, and then I
said, "So, you are curious about Blake?" I asked.

She smiled, "Yes. I am very curious?" She laughed.

"Well, I don't know.I like him. He is smart, gorgeous, and he has been very
nice to me." I said.

"How long have you two been seeing each other? I mean one day I think you
are a shy, single, straight guy, the next you are walking down the street
hand and hand with some hunk." She exclaimed.

"I know, it.surprised me too. We have only been seeing each other for a few
days, but it has been every day. We slept together the last three nights."
I exclaimed.

"You have had intercourse with him?" She asked curiously.

"No. There has been no sex, but there has been real intimacy." I paused. "I
mean he has held me in his arms and kissed my neck, it is just so much." I
explained.

"So much?" She inquired.

"Listen, I have watched Blake on the bus for nearly a year. I have ogled
him, and fantasized about being with him, and we spoke for the first time
on Monday and I am lying naked in his arms on Saturday, it is too much." I
exclaimed. "I would have never thought that I would behave like this, but
honestly, when I'm with him, I just don't care." I confessed.

 "Have you told anyone else?" She asked.

"No. It has all happened so fast." I paused. "Maybe that is an excuse, I
mean the thing with Blake has happened really fast, but I have been
attracted to men since I was playing with blocks and watching Big Bird." I
took a deep breath and there was silence. "Honestly, I just didn't want to
deal with it." I admitted.

"With the homophobia?" She asked.

"Of course that is part of it, but not the real issue." There was another
pause. "I just don't want to be hurt. I don't want to open myself up to
someone and have them hurt me. I have just been hurt too much already and I
don't know if I can stand to be hurt again." I exclaimed.

"So, what are you going to do?" She asked in a concerned voice.

"Marie, I have no idea. I really like this guy. I think I might love him,
but I am so inexperienced and so hungry, so desperate to be loved that I'm
afraid my judgment is compromised. I can't trust myself and that scares
me." I exclaimed. "I have followed a plan: I have a stable job, I am saving
money, and I am totally self-sufficient. I want to go back to school this
summer and being with someone, though it is my greatest desire, just was
not a part of the plan." I said bluntly.

"It sounds like you really need time to think. I mean you are right
relationships can end in hurt, but can you honestly say that you won't have
regrets if you don't give it a try?" There was another long pause. "You are
right things do seem to be moving fast, and if it is too fast for you than
slow it down, but please don't abandon something that you really want out
of fear, and use your `plan' as an excuse to be alone, because you can
explore a relationship and still pursue your goals." She said sincerely.

We both sat there in complete silence. I was gestating the words that Marie
had just spoken, as she sat there studying my face with those soothing
brown eyes, and suddenly the phone rang and shattered the blanket of
silence like a pane of glass.

I withdrew from my thoughts and answered the phone. It was a doctor
inquiring about one of the patients I was working with. I searched my
desktop for the information she wanted and emailed her a copy. I looked
over at Marie, who was still studying my face and said, "Sorry, but my
lunch break is almost over and this conversation has taken me outside of
myself and I will need a few minutes alone to compose myself before my next
meeting." I stood and walked towards Marie.

She stood and placed her hand against my face, "Steven, I have cared for
you since the first time I met you." She smiled. "There is just something
so innately decent and lovable about you, and I'm not the only person who
believes that. All of our mutual friends have nothing but good things to
say about you every time your name comes up. The only complaint is that we
wish you would let us in." She said.

 She continued, "So, it doesn't surprise me that Blake could care about
you, even after one day, and it shouldn't surprise you either." She
paused. "We have been in each other's lives for years now and I consider
you one of my best friends. I love you and I hope you will think about what
I said." She kissed me on the cheek, smiled and left the room.

 I locked the door, closed the blinds, and turned off the light. I lay
across the hard, carpeted floor, and closed my eyes. I laid there for 30
minutes. I tried to focus, but I couldn't think straight. I felt very
confused and sick. I didn't know what I was going to do, and I was tired of
thinking about it.

There was a knock on the door. I stood up and turned on the light. I took a
deep breath and opened the door. It was my supervisor coming to collect
some files; I gathered the files and handed them to him. Then, I resumed my
work and prepared myself for my impending meeting.

Somehow I got through the remainder of my day. It was all a blur, the
meeting, phone calls, and everything else. I didn't feel like being around
anyone, so I took a taxi home. I was so relieved to be home. I stripped out
of my clothes and took a shower.

I made myself a sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate, and then crawled into
bed. I checked my phone and saw that I had two missed calls and a text from
Blake. The text asked was everything okay and if I wanted to have dinner
together.

I decided to call Blake. The phone rang twice, "Hey, stud." He said.

"Hey, Blake, I got your text." I paused. "You know I have a lot of things I
want to take care of today and I don't think that will be an option." I
exclaimed.

"Oh, well, that is too bad I really wanted to see you tonight." He said
disappointedly. "Maybe we can get together tomorrow?"

"Blake, I have really enjoyed our time together, but I am going to be so
busy with work for the next few days, that I don't know when we will be
able to get together. I'm sorry." I exclaimed.

"Well, if you are busy, you are busy. I hope that is it and that there
isn't any other problem." He said sincerely.

"Blake, you are great and I like you very much, but I just need to focus on
my work and get some things in order. Once, everything gets settled we will
see." I said softly.

"Okay Mr. Greene, I understand." He said.

"Well, thanks for thinking of me and you have a good evening." I exclaimed.

"Goodbye, Steve."

The next day I left for work early to avoid running into Blake. When I got
to work I volunteered to work 12 extra shifts. Over the next two weeks I
worked 16 hour shifts almost every day. When I wasn't at work I was in
bed. I avoided Blake as much as possible and when we did speak I told him I
was tired from work, which was true.

Then one day I had missed the early bus and was forced to ride the bus with
Blake. He signaled for me to sit next to him and I complied. He put his
hand on my knee and said, "What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You have been avoiding me." He said sharply.

"Blake, I told you I have been really swamped at work. I worked over 100
hours last week alone." I said.

"So your job is forcing you to work these types of hours?" He asked.

"No, I volunteered, but," I said.

"But, what?" He interrupted.

"Well, if you would let me speak free from interruption, maybe I could
explain. I don't know why you are so upset; I am not trying to upset you."
I said nervously.

"So, the fact that you have been avoiding me for the last two weeks
shouldn't upset me?" He asked pointedly.

"Blake this is not the place or time for this discussion. We can talk
later." I paused. "Um I'm off in a couple of days we can talk then." I
suggested.

"Well, I'm glad you could pencil me in." He said dryly.

We didn't speak for the rest of my time on the bus. I avoided looking at
him. Once I arrived at work I went about my daily routine. About 2 hours in
to my shift I received a phone call informing me that there was someone who
was requesting me. I headed out to the reception area to find Blake.


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