Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2012 01:52:18 -0800 (PST) From: Bono Torros <bonotorros@yahoo.com> Subject: Sleepy Days, Come No More_Chapter 6 Sleepy Days, Come No More Chapter 6 "I'm going to need you to understand a few things: first I don't even know you. Your relationship, whatever it is or isn't, is with Blake; so, if you have any questions about who Blake is with or what he is doing, then I would advise you to speak with him." I paused. "Second, you are not going to stand here and insult me. Rather or not you believe I am Blake's type is irrelevant, especially since he is here with me." I smiled. "Also, I have only known you for a couple of minutes, yet I find it hard to believe that anyone would want to be with a bitter, mean spirited little prick like you." I paused. "Furthermore, you are employed here and I placed an order and you have behaved in a completely inappropriate manner. So, if you could please have someone else wait on me I would appreciate it." I said sweetly. Miguel looked at me angrily and said, "Veronica can you wait on this gentleman." Then he walked down to the other end of the bar. I finished ordering and Marie and I rejoined Blake and Thomas. "You guys missed all of the action." Marie declared. "What happened?" Thomas asked. "One of Blake's old friends became a little catty with Steven." She said. "Miguel?" Blake asked. I nodded yes. "What did he say?" Blake inquired. "He said quite a bit, but basically he just wanted me to know that I wasn't good enough for you. I guess he is still carrying a torch." I said. "I'm sorry baby; he was completely out of line." Blake said with discontentment. "Don't be too concerned, Steven reminded him of his place in a very polite, clinical fashion and even sealed with a smile." Marie exclaimed. "You know I thought one of the benefits of being gay was that I wouldn't have to contend with this kind of drama. I thought guys were easy going." I laughed. "Well, the night wouldn't be complete without a little drama." Thomas smiled. "But more importantly who wants to challenge me in air hockey?" Thomas asked. "Me, I owe you a defeat. Last time you were lucky." I exclaimed with a smile. "What about all the other times? I mean I lead the head to head 25-0." Thomas exclaimed with a chuckle. "I was just building your confidence, now I'm taking off the gloves. It's on!" I declared. "Be serious. I am champion." Thomas joked. "I love your humility." I retorted. Thomas and I made our way to the air hockey table, and began to play. "Steven, are you happy?" Thomas asked as he won the first point. "Yeah, I'm happy. I'm having a good time." I replied. "I mean you have recently, made some pretty significant changes." Thomas said sincerely. "Oh, you mean my sexuality." I said. "Well, yes. One day we think you are straight the next, we are out with you and your boyfriend." Thomas said. "Now, in fairness, I never said that I was straight." I said. "True, but you never said you were gay either." Thomas said. "Is that a problem for you? I mean you have been very cordial with Blake, but does it bother you?" I asked curiously. "No, you being gay or straight doesn't matter to me, I just want to make sure you are happy and that this is what you really want." Thomas said in a concerned voice. "I really care about Blake and I believe he cares about me too." I paused. "I know it seems to be moving rapidly, and by regular standards, it is. But I am happier than I have been in a very long time, maybe ever." I said. "I just wanted to make sure. You know, Marie and I really care about you man." Thomas exclaimed. "Thanks, Thomas." I said. "No, problem man and score." He said with a smile as he won made another goal. Thomas and I played a couple more games of air hockey, he beat me. When we returned to our table Marie was sitting there alone. I scanned the area for Blake but did not see him. "So, who won?" Marie asked. "It's not all about winning, Marie. That is the problem with society to much competiveness. Besides winning is defined by the individual, and on that basis I was the victor." I exclaimed. "So, you lost?" Marie asked with a smile. "Badly!" I laughed. "Where is Blake?" I asked. "He said he needed to step outside for a moment. I hope he comes back soon because I want us all to do karaoke. It's going to start soon." She declared. "Good luck with that." I said with a smirk. "Thomas and I are going to do it, right Thomas?" She asked. "No doubt." Thomas exclaimed. "Steven, you have a debt to clear." Thomas said. "Shots or beer?" I asked. "Peanuts and water." Thomas exclaimed. "Right away." I said. I went and got the refreshments. Marie, Thomas, and I discussed the songs they wanted to sing, and they attempted to convince me to sing. It was nearly time to start and Marie asked about Blake, so I said I would try to find him. I went outside, and found Blake talking with Miguel. They were standing close and the conversation seemed to be quite intimate. They were a few meters away from me, so I couldn't hear what they were saying. I took a few steps forward, and said "Excuse me, Blake, they are about start karaoke, and Marie wanted you to know." I said. Blake looked at me, and said "I will be right there baby." "Okay." I said and went back in. "Did you find Blake?" Marie asked. "Yeah, he is on his way in. Did you guys decide on a song?" I asked. "We are going to sing Ain't No Mountain High Enough together, and then I am going to sing The Way We Were solo." Marie gushed. "That should be fun." I said with a smile. Marie was the first of us to take the stage, she sang The Way We Were. Shortly after she began, Blake rejoined us, and sat next to me. We all watched Marie's performance; there were smiles and a few laughs. After she finished she received a healthy round of applause, and Thomas gave her a cat call. "You were awesome!" Thomas exclaimed with a smile as he hi fived Marie. Blake and I praised Marie's performance. She was beaming. "Thanks you guys." Marie exclaimed. "So, who is next?" Blake asked. "Well, Thomas and I are going after the next two, and then there three other names after that." Marie explained. "I better go sign up." Blake said. "You are going to sing." I asked in surprise. "Yeah." Blake smirked. "I asked him to, you should do it too." Marie said with a smile. "Ummmm, I don't think that's going to happen." I chuckled. "Don't be a party pooper." Thomas said. "Yeah, come on Steven." Marie implored. "Oh, is this what peer pressure feels like." I smiled. "No, I don't want the drugs." I laughed. We all laughed, and then Blake went to sign up. We watched the other performances and cheered and laughed. Then, Marie and Thomas did their duet; it was pretty bad, but extremely cute. Before long it was Blake's turn. He turned to me and smiled, "You'll like this." Blake said mischievously. "Don't embarrass yourself." I paused. "And please don't embarrass me." I exclaimed. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I signed us up for a duet." Blake smiled broadly. "Well, prepare for disappointment." I declared. They all urged me on and finally I submitted. When we got on the stage, I heard the music start and it was I Got You Babe. I almost doubled over in laughter, but Blake began to sing the first part and I sang the second. People were cheering, as well as laughing. It was exhilarating. My body was full of adrenaline. The performance only lasted a couple of minutes; it seemed to end as soon as we started. We sang the final line in unison, and then Blake kissed me on the lips, which brought out more cheers and whistles. Marie and Thomas performed a few more songs. We continued to talk and joke around until closing time. We went back to my apartment, freshened up and got into bed. I was just starting to drift off to sleep, when Blake moved in behind me and draped his arm across my abdomen. "I had a really good time. Marie and Thomas were really nice." He said in a low voice. "Yeah. They are great. It was considerate of them to take us to the gay district." I laughed. "I'm sure they wanted to make us feel comfortable." He exclaimed. "I know." I said. "Do you want to know what Miguel and I were talking about?" He asked. I laughed, "Of course I do." I exclaimed. "I told him that I didn't appreciate how he treated you, and that if he had a problem it was with me." He explained. "Is that all you talked about?" I asked. "He also told me that he missed me, and wanted to hook up." He confessed. "I see, and what did you say?" I asked. "I told him that I am happy with who I am with. That I love Steven Matthew Greene." He said and then nuzzled my neck. I smiled, "That is good to know. I must admit I was a little jealous when I saw you talking to him." I paused. "I wanted to run over and stake my claim." I confessed. "Why didn't you?" He asked with a giggle. "Because that is not the type of person I want to be. I don't want to be involved in any bar room confrontations, nor do I want to be jealous every time I see you speaking to an attractive man. I have to trust you." I said softly. "I am glad you trusted me tonight, but it would be kind of hot to have you claim me as your own." He said. "I have claimed you as my own, that's why we are laying here together." I exclaimed. He pulled me in closer to him and draped his leg over my thigh, so that his naked crotch was pressed against my bare ass. "I don't think we will be able to sleep like this." I said softly. "You feel so good; I just want to be close to you." He professed, and then he began suck on my neck. I leaned back into him. I was completely aroused and started to squirm. He brought his hand to my mouth and told me to spit in it. I complied without thought, I was too far gone. He reached down and took my cock and his hand, covering it with my own saliva, and then he began to stroke. I moaned deeply as Blake continued to slowly work my cock. I was becoming feverish, and started bucking my head around. Then, I began to thrust in to his grip. My breath was becoming more and more ragged as I was racing towards the edge. Blake increased the pressure and speed, and I responded with a loud moan. The room went black as I squeezed my eyes closed and my stomach tightened. Then released rope after rope of cum. It dripped down my legs and covered Blake's hand. It took me a minute to reclaim my focus. My breath steadied and I opened my eyes, as Blake continued to kiss and suck on my neck. I reached back and tried to take him in my hand, but he stopped me. "Don't you want me to do you?" I asked. "No, I just wanted to make it easier for you to fall asleep." He said as he took one of ear lopes gently between his teeth. "Well, let me get something to clean us up." I exclaimed heavily. "Baby, just let me hold you, we can wash up later." He whispered. The power of my orgasm had drained me of all energy and the warmth of Blake's body had lulled me off to sleep. I was awakened by a full bladder. Blake's arm was still draped over my abdomen. I gently removed his arm and went to the bathroom. When I returned to bed Blake had turned on to his side, and was facing the opposite direction. I climbed in to bed and moved in behind him. I slid one arm beneath him and draped the other over his abdomen. I placed my head against his back and inhaled deeply. Then I ran my tongue from his shoulder to his neck. Blake wriggled slightly in response to my touch. I took his ear lope in my mouth and sucked it gently. Blake moaned. I began to kiss and suck his neck, while I tweaked his nipples. He wriggled more, and then said "Baby, stop." "Wake up. I want to play." I said mischievously. "I am too tired." He exclaimed groggily. I slid my hand down his stomach and in to his crotch. I took his hardened penis in my hand and gave it a tug. "You say you are tired but I know who isn't." I said flirtatiously. He chuckled lightly, "Okay, let go. I have to pee." He proclaimed. He went to the bathroom. When he returned, he climbed in to bed and lay on his back. "Come here, let me hold you." He said sweetly. I moved over to Blake and laid my head on his chest. "Can we play now?" I asked with a smile. "Baby, please, I am so tired. I need more rest." He pleaded. "Okay. I'm sorry. We were out late." I paused. "I am going to go to the living room and watch television." I said. "No. Watch television in here, it won't bother me." He said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yeah, I prefer it." He said. Blake went to sleep and I watched television. There is nothing more tedious than waiting for someone to wake up. He seemed to sleep forever. I was beginning to grow restless, when Blake finally woke up. "Good afternoon, Mr. Mitchell." I said. "Good afternoon. I am awake now are you still horny?" He asked with a smile. "No. The mood has passed." I exclaimed. "Oh, well, I'm sure it will return in time." He smirked. "Now, that you are awake what do you want to." I asked. "Nothing, I feel like relaxing, and hanging out with you." He replied. "Me too, but shouldn't we be doing something fun or exciting?" I asked. "What do you mean?" He inquired. "We are both young and in a new relationship," I paused, "I guess it seems like we should be doing something all the time." I said. "Look I have done the whole club life scene. Going out every night, getting hammered, sleeping around, it just is not all it seems to be. Trust me, spending time with someone you love and actually enjoy being around is much more fulfilling." He exclaimed. "Well, I am used to staying at home, watching television or working on a report or a project. I just don't want you to feel that we can't do some of the things you enjoy." I said. "I glad you said that, because I would really like to go on a hike tomorrow, and I want you to come along." He said with excitement. "Wow, I was thinking more along the lines of a concert or party, something recreational." I exclaimed. "A hike can be recreational. I know a really scenic path, we can pack some food, and we could really make a day of it." He enthused. "Uh, if that is what you really want to do, then I am willing to go hiking." I replied. "Good." He exclaimed. We spent the entire day together. We watched movies, played cards, and talked. We spent the night at Blake's apartment. I was awakened by slight vibrations, followed by the sound of Blake's voice. "Wake up baby." He whispered in my ear. I yawned, opened and wiped my eyes, then asked groggily, "What time is it?" "It's 6 o'clock. It's time to get up." Blake announced. I turned over to face Blake, "6 o'clock in the morning? It's too early, it's Sunday!" "Come on, we have to leave out soon." He said. "I just need a few more minutes. I am so tired." I pleaded. "No, you agreed to go on a hike, this is a part of it." He explained. I finally dragged myself out of bed and got ready. We had spaghetti, per Blake's directive. Blake had already packed everything we needed, so we headed out. During the car ride I slept. It took roughly an hour to reach the trail. It was outside of town and was surrounded by a wooded area. We exited the car and started to get ready for the hike. We stretched for about 15 or 20 minutes. We started off slowly and then increased the pace. Blake carried a large back pack, with all of our stuff. I offered to carry something but he insisted that I just focus on the hike, especially on my breathing. We walked at a steady, moderate speed. At times Blake would have to slow down so I could keep up. From time to time Blake would enthuse about nature or tell some outdoors story. I tried to talk but my breathing would not allow me to. About 45 minutes into our journey, Blake had us stop. "How do you feel?" He asked. "I'm good, but kind of sick too." I said through my breathing. "Yeah, that's normal. How are your legs, any tightness?" He asked while pulling something from the bag. "They burn and there is a little tightness, but not much." I said. "Have a seat." Blake said while pointing to a large flat stone. He handed me a piece of a banana and a bottle. "Eat that and take a few swigs." He instructed. Then he knelt down in front of me and began to massage my legs. We stretched for a few minutes, and then continued. We walked for another four hours or so, stopping regularly to stretch or eat or drink something. After the hike we had a cool down walk and stretched. Then we sat on a bench near the parking area. "How do you feel stud?" Blake asked with a smile. "I feel, not tired, but relaxed. Very relaxed." I said. "You did really great. I'm glad we decided to do this." He exclaimed. "So, what is next?" I inquired. "Well, there is a rest stop up the road, I thought we could stop there to shower and change clothes, and then I can take you out for lunch." He exclaimed. "That sounds nice, but a rest stop?" I asked. "Yeah, have you ever been to one?" He asked. "I have passed them. I always think of them as unsanitary, maybe it is just an ill conceived notion." I admitted. "You seem to think many things are unsanitary, we are going to have to desensitize you a bit." He said with a smile. "Well, I have made some concessions, we have eaten and drank after one another, and that is completely against my policy." I proclaimed. "You have had your tongue in my mouth, so it is only natural that we should share a glass of water." He said with a smirk. "Blake, don't get cute." I retorted. He chuckled, "Let's get going Mr. Greene." He said. It only took a few minutes to reach the rest stop. It was very different than I expected. There was a bathroom, like any other public place, with stalls and urinals. On the other side of the bathroom there was a series of doors that opened to individual showers, complete with a dressing area. I went in to one of the shower rooms and got undressed, when the door opened. I turned to see Blake coming in. "Excuse me, sir, this room is occupied." I said with a smile. "There is no use in wasting extra water, besides I know you are a little uneasy about using public showers, so I am here to show my support." He exclaimed as he closed the door. "What kind of support are you suggesting?" I asked. Blake stepped in close to me and wrapped his arms around my back, and then pinched my bare cheeks. "There are many possibilities." He said flirtatiously. "You are going to get us arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior." I said. "It would be worth it." He said as he began to kiss my neck. "Did you lock the door?" I asked through clenched teeth. He nodded yes. I started to run my hands over his sweaty, cloth covered back. Then I pushed my fingers into the waistband of his underwear, and began to rub his firm ass. Meanwhile, Blake continued to work on my neck and ran his hands along my back. I was getting really aroused. I freed myself from Blake's grasp, "Take of clothes!" I instructed through ragged breath. I watched as he removed his sweat drenched shirt, revealing his sculpted abdomen. He was so hot. Then he bent down to untie his shoes. He kicked of each shoe, and toed off each sock. Then he pushed down his pants and underwear at the same time, and stepped out of them. He removed the band that restrained his hair and his moist blonde locks fell to his shoulders. He stood there watching me look at him, and smiled. I walked over to him and took his hardening cock in my hand and proceeded to lead him in to the shower. I turned on the water and had Blake stand under the nozzle. Next, I filled my hand with shampoo and started to wash his hair. I grabbed one of my towels from a hook and lathered it with soap. Then I stated to clean his body: his face and neck, then his chest and armpits, then his arms and hands. I turned him around and began to clean his back, and then I washed each of his checks, legs and feet. I spread his cheeks and cleaned between them. Finally, I started on his crotch. I lifted his cock and balls and the area between his crotch and ass hole. Then, I cleaned his thick bush. Next, I cleaned his cock and balls. Now, he was completely erect. I lathered my hand with soap and began to gently stroke his large cock. I started off slowly, and he moaned. I used my other hand to massage his balls. I slowly began to increase the speed and tightened my grip. Blake began to thrust into my hand. I started to work him with more fervor. His breathing became more labored and he closed his eyes. He let out a deep moan and I saw his balls tighten as he covered my chest and neck with hot, creamy cum. Blake fell back against the wall and smiled. He opened his eyes and regained his balance. Then, he reached down and pulled me up by my arms. He took me in to his grasp and gave me a passionate kiss. "Thank you, baby; that was great." He smiled. "You are very welcome." I said as I buried my face in his chest, and started to laugh. "What is it?" He asked. "I can't believe I gave someone a sexual favor in a public bathroom." I laughed further. "You know you see those porn movies and you think, wow that is hot, but you never imagine that you would actually do it." I exclaimed. We both laughed. "I really do love you, Steven Greene." Blake exclaimed. "Do you love me or the hand job?" I asked playfully. "I love you, but your hand is certainly an added bonus," he paused, "and I imagine there are many bonuses that I have yet to explore." He said as he reached down and patted my ass. "Don't be greedy Mr. Mitchell. Patience is a virtue." I said. "I will be patient." He said. "Good, because all of the bonuses are on reserve for you, as long as you can stay a good boy." I exclaimed flirtatiously. "I'll be good, I promise." He said meekly. Blake cleaned me up and then we dressed and headed out. ****************************************************************************** Special thanks to John and Joseph for their wonderful comments and encouragement. Thanks for reading. Please forward any comments or feedback to bonotorros@yahoo.com.