Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 10:20:45 +0000
From: Lachlan Williams <alphatiger81@hotmail.com>
Subject: The One That I Want

The following is a fictional story.  Any resemblance to people or instances
is purely coincidental.  If you aren't of age to, or it is illegal for you
to read this, then don't!  You know how it goes!

Feel free to give me feedback!  alphatiger81@hotmail.com.  Enjoy!!!

He smiled at me.  His peach coloured lips parted into a beautiful smile,
one that almost lit the room, exposing his white teeth, perfectly
symmetrical, each tooth in line with the next.  His cheek bones quite
prominent with a slight tinge of pink.  His jaw line square, sprinkled with
a regrowth of dark brown hair.  His chin sat dead in the centre of his jaw,
with the slightest dimple.  His ears slightly pink at the tips, rather
small, with a single piercing in the top of his right ear.  His eyes a
magnificent shade of hazel with a halo of green.  A coy glint to his eyes
said he was keen.  His eyebrows a dark brown in colour, with a high point
in the centre, fading out to a fine point a few centimetres from his hair
line.  His hair a light brown, short around the back and sides, with a long
fringe, sitting neatly on his forehead, slightly swept to the side.  The
combination of both feminine and masculine features cast a very beautiful,
exotic look to his face.

He turns to the barman and orders a drink.  He's wearing a silver singlet
with a blue celtic cross on his chest.  A tight pair of white pants
accentuates his tiny butt with a red belt framing his minute waist.  He
accepts his drink, puts the glass to his lips and takes a small mouthful.
Again, he smiles at me and winks, then nods towards my friend next to me.
What with staring at this guy, I didn't even notice that my friend, Troy,
was hitting my arm to get my attention.

`Dammit Victor!  Who the hell are you staring at?

`Aye?  Oh, um, nothing.'

`Nothing?  I said WHO, not WHAT!'

`Oh, heh, noone!'

`Sure sure!  You think you could stop staring at that fag and tell me if my
hair looks alright?'

`Yeah its fine.'  I say without looking at Troy.

`Man, you're hooked on him.  I've never seen you stare at anyone for more
than 10 seconds.'

`Yeah yeah.'  I say taking a sip of my drink.  `I wonder if he has a
boyfriend.'

`Probably not, I mean, who gets dressed up that much when you're coupled?'

`Yeah, well, I'm gonna buy him a drink.'  And with that I make my way to
the bar.

Now, I stand at about 5'10", about 60kgs, short black hair, slightly olive
skin and a slim toned figure, working on the muscle!  Tonight, I'm wearing
a pair of denim flairs, tight around my butt, sitting just on the top of my
two inch thick souled shoes.  I have a tight, white, slightly see through
shirt on, with a chunky silver chain around my neck.  At the bar I only
have to wait a few seconds before being served.

`A Vodka and orange please.  Oh, Andre, whatever that guy over there', I
point towards the hottie, `is drinking, I'll pay for his next one.'

`Sweet Vic.'

I take my drink and return to my seat, continuing my observations of the
cutie.  I couldn't believe it, but it took this guy half an hour to down
his drink.  As he got to the last of his drink, I light a cigarette and
continue to watch.  He walks to the bar and looks surprised at getting his
next drink free.  I quickly turn to Troy and Mitchell, attempting to look
like I was deep in conversation.  A very short time later, I feel a tap on
my shoulder and turn to find myself face to face with this Adonis.  He's
crouching next to me, drink in hand and a cigarette dangling from the side
of his mouth.

`Got a light dude?'

`Yeah.'  I say, reaching for my lighter on the table.  I light it and hold
it out to him.  He leans in and lights his smoke, leans back, takes a drag,
takes it from his lips and says, `Thanks for the drink,' tilting his glass
to me.  `How do I repay you for that?'

`Your company would be a good start.'  I say grinning.  `Perhaps your
friends can join us?'

`Okay, I'll go get `em.  Back soon.'

He stands up and makes his way to his friends.  His voice was firmly etched
in my mind.  An intelligence surpassing my first impression of him was
clearly evident in the annunciation and diction, evidence of a well
educated person.  Confidence seems to resound from it.  A slightly high
pitch to his voice sidled perfectly with his figure and presence, a little
effeminate, nothing major.

He makes his way back to the table with a swag of followers.  They all pick
a seat on the opposite side of the table and introductions are made.

`Hi.  This is Mike, Tim, Rich Tony and Josh.'  My Adonis says seating
himself.

`I'm Troy.  This is Ben, Mitchell and Victor.'

Everyone becomes slightly more comfortable after introductions are made and
seating is rearranged into slightly more friendly circles, and soon enough,
all are engrossed in conversation of varying animations.

I was talking with Mitchell when my Adonis dragged a seat right up to my
side and sat down with his left leg dangling over my right.  Not missing a
single word Mike was saying, I quickly glanced over at the Adonis and
smile.  He winks back at me and we both carry on listening to Mitchell
intently.

After a few minutes, I need another drink.  I stand up and announce that
I'm going to the bar.  My Adonis stands up and falls in behind me, putting
his hand into my pocket and falling in to step with me.  As we approach the
bar he leans in and whispers in my ear, `My name's Lance.'

`What's the poison this time boys?'

`The usual for me Andre.  Lance?'

`Ooh, what's the budget?'  He says cracking a mischievous grin.

`None!'  I say returning his grin.

`Ooh, okay, how about, um,' he put his finger to the side of his mouth,
obviously thinking, `a glass of champagne?'

`What brand?'  Andre asks.

`Er, Robard and Butler.'

`Make it a bottle Andre, two glasses.'  I add.

Andre whisks off and brings the drinks to the bar in front of us.  `Is that
on your account?'

`Nah, Lance has some money in his hand.'  I chortle smiling at him.

Lance dug around in my pocket searching for the money.

`I never realised you called your piece "money", Victor!'  Andre says
giggling.

Lance blanches and carries on his quest for money and finally finds some,
not like it was a deep pocket or anything.  Lance hands the money to Andre,
I take the glasses and Lance takes the bottle, and we make our way back
outside.

We seated ourselves to a myriad of "oohs" and "aahs".  I take the bottle
and pour Lance a glass of bubbles and hand it to him.  I pick my glass up
and tap it to Lances glass which caused Troy to give an impromptu toast,
(`Here's to rich, cute, sexy men in sleeze joints like this!') and once
again conversation continues.  This time however, Lance decided he'd far
rather be seated across my lap, quite happily holding my hand, cigarette in
the other.

`So Lance, how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?'

`I turn 19 in a few weeks.  Why's that?'

`Just curious.  I'm 24, 25 in a few months.'

`Oh so old, you are!'  Lance snorts with laughter.

`Heh, I guess in the gay world I am.  What do you do for a living?'

`I'm a waiter at Ergo.  So much fun!'  He giggles.  `How bout you?'

`I'm a Partner in a law firm.  Not as much fun I would imagine.'  I say
with a wry grin.

`Well, it certainly seems like a better job then waiting.'

`It has its ups and downs.  More downs than ups I'd say.'

`Well, I'm sure it pays well.'

`Yeah, I guess it does.'  I say grinning.

`So, how did you get to Partner at such a young age?'

`It's a long story.'  I say frowning slightly.  `One I'll tell you later.
That is if you'll be with me later.'  I say grasping his hand slightly.

`Do you dance?'  Lance asks me smiling.

`It's been a while.'

`Well.'  He says sliding off my lap.  `Let's go dance.'  And he holds out
his hand.

I take his hand and am led to the dance floor.  We dance about a foot apart
at first, and as we become a little more comfortable, we start touching
each other, dancing hip to hip, hand in hand and eventually, arms wrapped
around each other.

Amidst coos and whistles, Lance and I make our way back to our seats a
little later.

`I'm getting bored of this.  Did you want to um, I dunno...'  Lance trailed
off.

`Perhaps you'd like to come back to my apartment?'

Lance's face splits in to a joyful smile.

`I'd love to!'  He says, kissing me on the cheek.

`Does anyone else need a ride home?'  I ask, standing up and facing the
throng of people around us.

`Ooh, I do.  Can I crash at your pad Vic?  The lezzies are home tonight.
Can't really say I'm looking forward to all the muff diving tonight!'  Troy
says, to raucous laughter.

`Sure you can Troy, but you'll have to stay in the guest room, I'm afraid.'
I say squeezing Lances hand.

`Why?'  Troy says looking stunned.  `So you can get laid?'  He says,
grinning mischievously.

`Absolutely.  Troy, go flag a cab down, Lance, why don't you go with Troy,
I'll be just a minute.'  Lance smiles and follows in Troy's wake.  I dig
around in my pocket and find a $100 bill.

`Here Ben.'  I say pushing the bill in to his hand.  `For a few more
drinks, and if you don't want to go home, just cab over to my place.  You
know the pin and where the key is.  You can have the futon.'

Ben stands up and gives me a hug.  `Thanks Vic!  Might take you up on that
offer.'

`No worries babe!  Catcha!'  I say to the group at large, and make my way
to the door.

A five minute taxi ride finds us back at my apartment.  Lance has a similar
look on his face like that of a fish taken out of water when he sees the
complex.  His face damn near slides off when we enter my apartment on the
upper most level.

`Shit!  I never knew this was here!  How much is it?'

`I bought it for $400 K.'

`FUCK ME!'  Lance proclaims.

`Not just yet, we have company.'  I snigger.

`I can't believe you own this.  How much would it cost to rent?'

`I have no idea.  Never really thought about renting it out.  The guys down
stairs rent theirs for $350 per week, I think.'

`I barely make that in wages.'  Lance says, the stupefied look being
replaced with a look of sadness.

`It's a lovely place to live, if you earn enough.'  Troy says grinning.

`Obviously!'  Lance says, looking around.

`Go have a nosey Lance.  The patios just there,' I say pointing towards the
large folding windows.  `There's a pool out there, spa, sauna over there,'
I say pointing beyond the pool.  As Lance steps out on to the deck, light
sensors detect him and illuminate the patio in soft lighting.  Lance gasps
in awe.

I take a bottle of wine out of the fridge and pour three glasses.  I hand
one to Troy, take one for myself and the other out to Lance.  I offer him
the glass and he smiles from ear to ear, the kind of smile that could melt
even Hitler's heart, kisses me on the cheek and we sit down on the
loungers.  We spend the next 20 minutes or so talking and listening to Troy
tell us about the old guy at the bar who offered him a toothless blow job.

`Right, well, I'm tired and going to bed, and I'm sure you two have blue
balls by now.'  Troy says cackling madly.  `Night!'

`Goodnight Troy.  Pleasant dreams.'  I say turning to Lance.  I take the
glass out of Lance's hand, place it on the table and take his hand in mine.
He stands up and puts his arm around my waist, our faces mere inches apart.
`Let's go to bed.'  I whisper, licking his bottom lip ever so gently.  I
lead him down a few hallways and we emerge in to the palatial room that is
my bedroom, bathed in gentle candlelight.

At the bottom of my bed I slide his singlet over the top of his head.  He
has a nice taut body.  Toned and slender with a faint tan.  He leans close
to me and slides his tongue past my lips and against my tongue.  We kiss
for a few intense minutes, until miraculously, all of Lance's clothing is
removed.

We separate from kissing and I remove my clothing as quickly as possible.
Once naked, I watch as Lance sits spread eagle, dead in the middle of my
bed.

I crawl between his legs, lean down and take his rigid cock into my mouth.
7 full inches of hot 18 year old dick in my mouth.  Perfectly shaped, thick
at the base, tapering up to a pale pink cock head, no foreskin, drooling
cock honey from the tip.  In his excitement, Lance thrusts upward and hits
my gag reflex.  After spluttering and coughing for a few seconds I burst
out laughing.

`I'm so sorry.'  Lance says placing his hands on the sides of my head.

`It's okay.  I have to admit, I'm a little outta practice.'

`Oh!'  Giggles Lance.

I get back to work on his dick, running my mouth from the tip, down to the
thick base, pulling off and sucking at the same time.  Soon enough, Lance
starts lifting up into my mouth, matching my rhythm.  He lifts up, wiggles
around a bit then sits back down.  I just notice the pattern.

I let his dick slide out of my mouth, slobber up my middle finger and take
his dick back in to my mouth.  With the slicked up finger, I gently massage
his arsehole.  He moans to this and bucks upward.  This time I'm prepared
and don't gag, and push my finger a little more firmly against his hole and
manage to slip past the ring of resistance.  A groan escapes his lips as
his hole clenches firmly around the tip of my finger.  I take the whole
length of his cock into my mouth and suddenly it's pulled from my mouth as
Lance firmly plants his arse down on to my finger with a grunt.

He lifts his butt off my finger a bit, thus sliding his cock back into my
mouth, then withdraws, planting himself back on to my finger.  This
continues for a few minutes.

Getting cramp in my wrist, I pull out of Lance's butt and he lays flat on
his back.  I lift his legs up and put his feet on my shoulders.  I look
down at his arse and dive in tongue first, into that hairless, slightly
sweaty boy arse.  I find his hole in no time and slide my tongue in past
his ring.  It gives way easily and I can finally taste him.  God he tastes
great!!!

His arsehole keeps tightening around my tongue.  He keeps moving up and
down my face, trying his best to ride my tongue.  I stop and look up at
him.  `I have a better idea.  Get up and sit on my face.'

He gets up and shuffles around and sits right on my mouth.  This is much
better.  His arse cheeks spread, hole exposed, my tongue slides right in,
no resistance.  It's almost sucked in.  He's bouncing around, gyrating his
hips, riding my face, fucking himself on my tongue.  I hear a "hoik" and
suddenly his fist is rhythmically hitting my chin.

His weight shifts and I feel a pair of soft lips envelop the head of my
cock and suck hard.

`Mmm, big cut cock.  What does it measure at Vic?'

`Bout 8 inches.'  I manage to blurt out through a mouthful of arse.  Then
he took it all the way in.  Right down till his nose hits my balls.  I
shove my tongue into his arse, as far as I can.  He's now sliding back and
forth on my face, grinding with more urgency on my face.  Oh this is too
much.

His stroking becomes faster.  I raise my knees into a spread eagle
position.  He wraps a hand around my balls and gently tugs while still
sucking on my cock.  I continue porking his arse with my tongue and take
over his stroking.  Oh man!  This is way too hot.  His ass tastes great!
He sucks cock so well and...

`FUCK!!!'  I scream, very muffled though it was.  Lance just slid a finger
into my own arsehole.

`Deeper Lance!'  I groan around his arsehole.

He rides my face much faster, and sucks harder and fingers deeper.  `SHIT!'

I shove my tongue deeper up his arse and tug his cock harder.  I thrust my
hips up fast, slamming my cock down his throat and unleash my load down his
gullet.  He sucks harder still, tugs my balls hard, fingers my arsehole
deeper and still I shoot more and more cum down his throat.  A few seconds
into shooting my load, his cock throbbed in my hand, his arse slammed down
on my face and he shot volley after volley of hot boy juice all over my
sweat covered chest and stomach.

After 30 seconds of pure bliss, Lance collapses on top of me with a
"splat".  His legs are on either side of my head.  I lean forward and lick
a bit of my spit from his juicy arsehole.  Damn he tastes good!!!!  Making
sure I savour all of his flavoursome arse juices, things start getting
hazy.  The last thing I remember is Lance climbing off me, and gentle
tongue lapping on my torso.

`Wake up.  Hey, sleepy head, wake up.'

`Hmm?'

`Lance, wake up.  I've made breakfast.  Come on.'  I say trying to coax
Lance out of his slumber.

`What did you make?'  Lance says yawning.

`Pancakes, bacon and some scrambled eggs.'

`Okay, okay.  I'm getting up.'  Lance says stretching out across the bed.
Fully stretched across my bed, neither his hands nor feet meet either side
of my super king size bed.

`Excellent.  Here's a glass of orange juice.'  I announce, placing the
glass on the bedside unit.  `See you soon.'  I say, bouncing off to the
kitchen.

`I smell bacon!!!'  Troy says loudly as the guest room door opens.

`Breakfast.  It'll be ready in a few minutes.'

`Awesome!'  Another voice says.  I spin around quickly and Ben pokes his
head over the breakfast bar.

`Hey babe.  How was your night?'  I say, leaning over and pecking Ben on
the cheek.

`It was great!  You guys should have stayed longer.'

`Oh no we shouldn't have.'  Lance says grinning at Ben.  He walked out of
the room wearing only his tight white boxer briefs, clearly showing off his
well proportioned crotch, glass of orange juice in hand.

Ben's eyes drop to his crotch, taking in Lance's beautiful physique and
back up to Lance's face, and blushes.  `Well, I can see why Vic was in such
a hurry to leave, now.'

`Rightoh boys, to the patio.  Ben, grab those plates and cutlery.  Troy,
the pancakes and bacon, and you my beautiful,' I say to Lance, `need not do
a thing.  Go sit down.'

Lance wonders over to the patio and joins the other two.  I remove my
apron, I too opting for the boxer brief only wardrobe this morning, mine
being black, grab the scrambled eggs, salt and pepper and head outside.  I
place the eggs on the table and tell everyone to dig in as I head back
inside to grab the maple syrup and orange juice.  When I get back outside,
the three beautiful boys on my patio are engrossed in humorous reminiscence
of last night.

`...and then he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth.  It was so gross!'

`Aww Ben, even the gramps have gotta get some.'  Troy says practically
cackling with madness.

`Yeah, but they don't have to try it with me!'

`Don't worry babe.  Take it as a compliment.'  I say trying to soften the
blow he'd taken from Troy.

`Just do what I do Ben.'  Lance says.  `Tell `em you charge.'

Ben almost choked on his mouthful, Troy sniggered and I blanched.

`What?'  Lance says looking from Troy to Ben to me.

`Nothing Lance.  Don't worry about it.'

`No, tell me.  Obviously I said something wrong.'  Lance says looking
worried.

`Victor's last boyfriend failed to advise him of something rather,
important, in his career.'  Troy says, trying to do some damage control.

`Oh?'  Lance says still looking worried.

`He was a hooker.'  I finally say, trying to alleviate some of Lance's
frustration.

`Oh.'  Lance says looking sad.  `I'm sorry, I didn't know.  Sorry.'  He
says, his voice becoming more and more quiet.

`You weren't to know.'  I say standing up and moving over to Lance.  He was
looking down into his lap, his thumbs fidgeting with one another.  I take
his hand and stand him up.  He was looking down.  I put my hand to his chin
and tilt his face up.  There were tears in his eyes.  I put my thumb to his
eye, wipe up a tear and bring it to my mouth, licking the tear away.

`Don't worry about it Lance.'  I say trying to make him smile.  I take him
in to my arms and kiss him on the lips.  `It doesn't bother me.  Looking
back, it's kinda funny.'  Finally he looks at me, the tears seem to have
stopped for now.

`You probably want me to leave?'  He says, tears overflowing again.

`Of course not!'  I say, holding his naked chest tightly to mine.  He turns
his face from mine, I put my hand to his chin and turn it back, then kiss
him firmly.

`Don't be upset.  You're the best thing that's walked in to my life so far,
and I'd be most upset if you left so quickly.'  This time tears welling up
in my eyes.  Lance looks into my eyes and the tears are almost pouring from
his.

`Okay, I'm sorry for saying what I did.  If I'd have kn...'

`Enough,' I say gently.  `No need to apologise.  Forget it was said, and
let's finish this breakfast.  I made it especially for you, you know?'

The tears seem to lessen now and I help Lance sit down again, and take up
my own seat across the table from him.  I stretch my foot out and rest it
next to his, my big toe rubbing against his foot.  Lance looks across at me
and smiles that beautiful, bright, warming smile.  I return his smile and
normal conversation returns to the table, all signs of a problem
disappearing.

After I finish my plate, I go to the bedroom and throw on some tidy jeans
and a shirt, and head back out to the patio.

`Okay boys, I have to head in to work for a few minutes.'

`Vic, you never leave work alone!  You're on leave for another three weeks
and still you insist on going back to work.'

`I know, but no-one else is going to do it, so I have to.'  I say
pleadingly.  `I'll only be 30 minutes or so.  `While I'm gone, you three
can plan our day.  Maybe the Zoo, or a movie.'

`Oh alright then.'  Troy says grinning at Lance.

`Right, well, I won't be too long then.'  I say heading to the front door.
`And don't forget the maid will be in this morning.'  I open the door.
`Speak of the devil.  Hello Sarah.  If those three get in your way, just
tell `em to bugger off.'

`Hello Mr Chadwick, of course I will.'

`Excellent.  Bye Sarah.  Bye boys!'  I shout through the door.

`Goodbye Mr Chadwick.'  Sarah replies.

`Bye Vicky!'  The three outside chime mischievously.

I open the door to my apartment and to my surprise no-one is in the lounge.

`Hello?'

No response.  I walk to the bedroom and push the door open.

`Where are you guys?'  I call out a little louder.

`Outside!'  I hear coming from the patio.  `In the pool, starkers!'  The
voice continues, ending with a giggle.

`Most intriguing!'  I say, already disrobing.  I head out to the kitchen
and take a bottle of champagne from the fridge, pop the cork, and take a
second bottle, then head out toward the voices coming from the patio.  I
lean up against the window frame and watch the goings on in the pool.

Lance, Ben and Troy were in the midst of a water fight.  Lance was off to
the side somewhat, obviously not quite comfortable enough with Ben and
Troy.  Ben turns to Troy and plants a huge sloppy kiss on his lips.  Troy
retaliates by adding more tongue to the equation.  Lance turns to me and
smiles that magnificent smile that can provide enough light for this
planet.

`A peeping tom boys!'  He giggles.  `And an excited one at that!'

I giggle and look down, and sure enough, I'm an excited peeping tom, or so
my hard-on would claim.  I walk to the edge of the pool and crouch down.
Lance wades over, the water sitting just below his belly button at this end
of the pool, being the shallow end of course.

`Champagne and cock.  The perfect, balanced lunch.'  Lance says with a coy
grin.

I laugh, which makes my hard-on bounce up and hit my stomach.

`IT'S ALIVE!'  Troy calls from the other side of the pool.

`Why don't you give me that?'  Lance says taking the opened bottle from me,
`and climb in?'

I slide in to the pool and am immediately enveloped by the warmth of summer
water.

`Nice isn't it?'  Ben asks.

`It is wonderful.  Now, are you two being a bad influence on Lance?'

`Absolutely not!'  Troy says, poking his tongue in to Bens ear.

`Lance, pass that bottle.'  Ben says, almost doubling over in pleasure.

Lance offers the bottle to Ben and wades back over to me, picking up the
second bottle.  He pops the cork on the bottle, froth comes pouring out the
top and Lance wraps his lips around it, sucking the overflow up.  I move
over to Lance, put my left arm around his waist, and take the bottle with
my right.  I lift the bottle over his head and pour some champagne on to
his head.  I lick from his chin, up his jaw line, over his nose, across his
forehead and back down to his lips.  His lips are open slightly and I run
my tongue over his bottom lip, past his teeth and rub my tongue against
his.  He returns my probing with a gentle sucking on my tongue.  I love
when he does this.  He stops sucking and pushes his tongue past my teeth,
orally exploring my mouth.

As our kiss intensifies, Lance's hand finds my rigid cock as mine finds
his.  Something cold gets poured over my chest.  I open my eyes to see
Lance staring at me, holding the champagne bottle in front of me, pouring
it down my torso.  He begins licking from just below my bellybutton, making
his way up the middle, to the spot between my pecs, over to my left nipple,
licking gently, then to my right, biting that one ever so gently.  Then he
starts licking up my throat, over my chin, and our kiss continues, just as
passionately.

I move Lance over to the side of the pool and lift him out on to the ledge
and he instinctively parts his legs.  God he looks so beautiful, sitting
there, legs apart, manhood proudly erect and pointing up his smooth,
hairless stomach, his entire frame covered in drops of water, the sunlight
hitting each one and fracturing light in to tiny rainbows all over his
body.  I move to stand between his legs, lean forward and take his rigid
cock into my mouth.  Without needing encouragement, he started pumping up
in to my mouth, gently fucking my mouth.  His butt was lifting off the
cement and landing with a quiet "splat" in the water that had pooled around
him.  This was all too familiar.

As I withdraw from his cock to lube up my finger, there's and almighty
splash to the right of me.

`Thought you might need it!'  Tory cackled.

I dive my hand in to the water to find what it was and grab a very phallic
shaped piece of rubber.  I pull out of the water a dildo about 8 inches
long, 2 or so thick, not as thick as my cock, though probably just as long.

`Where did this come from?'  I ask slightly concerned.

`We just went and bought it!  Poor Lancey needed an arse fucking, and we
know you can't!'

I blush profusely and look down in to the pool.  Lance puts a finger to my
chin and tilts my head up.

`Don't worry, I like the other things you do.'  He says licking my bottom
lip.  I crack a big smile and go back to work on his cock.

Without missing a licking to his cock, I place the dildo to the left of his
cock and Lance ever so expertly manages to manoeuvre himself in to a
crouching position with his butt just hovering over the dildo.  I take his
rigid teen boy cock deep into my throat, the tip pressing against the back
of my throat, and Lance began to lower himself on the dildo.  Slowly the
head disappears into his smooth boy hole, his cock throbbing in my mouth.
More disappears up his arse and his cock throbs even more, sweet honey
pre-cum oozing from his cock head.  With 5 or 6 more inches to go, Lance's
arsehole tightens and loosens around the few inches it has up there, taking
a breather, adjusting to the invasion.

I come off his cock, and slide back down again, having caught my breath,
and just as quickly as I got it in there, it's pulled from my mouth as
Lance impales himself on the rest of the dildo.  When his teen cock was
pulled from my mouth, it slapped up against his flat muscled stomach and
spurted pre-cum all over his belly button.  I licked to the side of his
cock, over his belly button, in his belly button, trying to lap up all the
lovely goo.

`Oh fuck yeah!'  Lance groans through clenched teeth.  I take Lance's proud
cock back into my mouth and bury it as deep as I can.  Lance lifts himself
off the dildo, packing his cock even deeper into my throat, then back on to
the dildo, pulling his cock almost out of my mouth, then back up again,
cock packed back in to mouth, then down, cock almost pulled out.  I like
this rhythm.

After a few minutes of adjustment to the invasion, Lance's rhythm picks up,
his cock being pulled and pushed into my mouth more urgently.

`Oh Vic, suck my cock!'  Lance chants through clenched teeth.  I begin
stroking my rigid, bloated cock underwater, timing my strokes with his.

`Oh yeah Vic.  Suck it good.'  Lance gasps, his speed increasing, mine
matching.

`Yeah Vic, I'm fucking close.'  He says, his arse almost devouring the
dildo, his cock being packed hard against the back of my throat on every
upward thrust.

I too, was close to busting a nut, just as a finger slid up my own
arsehole.  I mumble something around Lance's cock that was supposed to
sound like, `I'm gonna shoot!'  But sounded more like `Umph mmph mmph mmm!'
Lance however, voices exactly what I was thinking.

`FUCK, I'M CUMMING!!!'  He practically yells!

"ME TOO MY SEXY LANCE!"  Screams my mind, attempting to voice itself
through my skull.

As his cock erupts with one powerful volley of cum down my throat, mine
explodes underwater in a cloudy pool of white.  Another volley from his
throbbing cock and more clouds in the pool.  Several more urgent and strong
pulses from his cock sent a huge amount of sweet, sticky and rich cum
flooding down my throat.

Confused by ecstasy, it takes me a while to realise there's a beautiful,
sexy guy crouching in front of me with a dildo buried to the hilt up his
arsehole.  Lance lifts his butt off the dildo and collapses backward with
it jutting up between his spread eagled legs.  I slide out of the pool and
the cloud of cum manages to stick all the way down my legs.  I pick up the
dildo and on hands and knees, lean over Lance.  I lick up the shaft of the
dildo, trying to savour the remnants of his arse taste on it.  Mmm, did I
mention how much I love his taste?

I discard the dildo into the pool, and quietly admire the beauty of Lance,
lying in the sun, chest heaving, water glistening all over his beautiful,
slim, smooth, toned body.

`Oh god that felt good.'  Lance finally manages to blurt out.

`It was fucking awesome!'  I say licking his lip.

`I could go a sleep right now.'  Lance says, his voice already thick with
lethargic tones.

I stand up and make my way over to the sheltered part of the patio and find
my queen sized inflatable mattress, toss it in the pool and return to
Lance.  I kneel down and without disturbing him too much, lift him up in a
fireman hold, wade out into the water where Troy is holding the mattress
for me, and place Lance in the middle of the mattress.  I climb out of the
pool, quickly make my way to the bathroom, wipe up as much of the cum from
my legs as I can and return with some sunblock, and my sunglasses.  Troy
floats the mattress with Lance on it over to the side of the pool and I
begin to rub him down with sunblock, paying close attention to his crotch.
We can't let that get burnt, can we???

Once Lance is fully lathered up with sunblock, I rub myself down, paying
just as much attention to my crotch, put my sunglasses on, and carefully
climb on to the mattress next to Lance, putting my arm behind his head and
placing his over my stomach.  Troy, being the ever so wonderful person he
is, floats us out to the middle of the pool, ties off a rope attached to
the side of the pool to one side of the mattress, then does the same to
another rope on the other side, so that we don't float in to the side of
the pool and leaves us to float around, embracing each other, and in
perfect serenity, drifting off to sleep.

I begin to stir from my slumber.  I recognise the weight next to me as
Lance.  I open my eyes and turn to my left, and look straight in to Lance's
beautiful face.

`Hello handsome.'  He says beaming that illuminating smile at me.

`Hello back beautiful.'  I say raising my hand to his face and stroking his
cheek.

`How'd you sleep?'  He asks, pressing his cheek against my hand.

`Not too bad.  How long were we asleep for?'  I ask, idly caressing his
cheek.

`Couple of hours.  I feel a tad sunburnt.'  Lance giggles quietly.

`Mmm, it is a bit warm, but I don't want to get off.'

`I agree.'  Lance says.  `Can I ask you a few questions?'

`Sure you can.'  I say smiling at him.

`Well, the first one I asked you at the club last night.  How did you
become partner at your age?'

`Ah, well, dad used to be senior partner, in fact, his name is half of the
practice.  Green and Chadwick.'

`Okay, but still doesn't explain how you became partner.'  Lance says
curiosity etching across his face.

Automatically, my face tensed up with pain.  `Well, when I was 18, mum and
dad went on a cruise around the pacific.  They were sailing between Fiji
and Australia when a typhoon hit.  The boat was caught in the storm and
disappeared.  No wreckage was found, no sign of mum and dad.'

Lance has a look of pain written across his face and tears forming in his
eyes.

`Well, being an only child, everything my parents owned was passed to me.
This included half of the business dad created, everything they owned plus
their life insurance.  They wanted to make sure if anything happened, I
would be looked after.'

`I'm so sorry that happened.'  Lance says, tears falling slowly from his
eyes.  `I'm sorry for bringing it up.'  He says, looking down at his hands.

`Don't be.  I'm kinda glad you did.  Cause it makes this next bit easier
for you to understand.'

Lance's eyes lit up to this.  `Oh?'

`My ex, the hooker?'  I ask him.

`Mmm?'  Lance returns.

`Well, I was dating him at the time of the accident.  At the time I didn't
know he was "working" and like any good boyfriend, he was there to support
me in my time of need.  I stayed with him and his parents, which was the
stupidest thing I'd ever done.'  Lance's hand moved from my chest to my
hand which he held firmly.

`When the will was read, I took him with me as support.  Again, another
stupid mistake.  He heard EVERYTHING I was coming in to.  The exact
figures, property, shares, the whole lot.  Somehow, he managed to convince
me to sell a few of the possessions I got.  But, I never saw the money for
them.  I was too emotionally distraught with what had happened, that I
didn't notice at first, but several things disappeared as well as money.
When I confronted him about it, his mother and father stepped in and well,
suffice it to say, the shit hit the fan.  I packed up and moved out, and
when I settled in to my new place, I developed a stalker in him.  He'd send
me mail and call me, trying to freak me out.  Well, his ultimate
embarrassment was when my new boyfriend and I went out for a drink, we ran
in to him and his "client" and well, he was rather shocked, and I just
laughed and left.  Then he turned up on my doorstep a couple of days later
crying.  I let him in, again, another stupid mistake.  He attempted to
attack my then boyfriend and I had to call the cops.  We had him charged
with assault and he served three months.'  All through this reliving, Lance
had a look of intriguing disgust on his face.

`I had no idea.  Is everything okay now?'

`Well, my boyfriend at the time left shortly after he that.  I then moved
in to this apartment and left all of that behind me.'

`Wow.  Quite a past you have there.'  Lance says squeezing my hand.

`I guess so, but enuff of this.  Let's go do something fun.  What ya wanna
do?'  I ask returning his squeeze.

`I dunno, shall we go do a movie?  There's a good one on at the moment.'

`Sounds great.  Let's go.'  I say to Lance and an evil grin cracks my face.
Lance looks at me and I gently push Lance backward off the mattress and
into the water.  He comes up for air and laughs full heartedly and pushes
the mattress over and I fall into the water.  We galavant around in the
water for a minute or so, then climb out, put some clothes on and head out
the door.