Date: Thu, 08 Feb 2001 18:32:47 -0600
From: Kevin Mac <farscape20@hotmail.com>
Subject: RA Adventures Chapter 7
RA Adventures
(C) KV 2000
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Chapter 7
I dropped Chris off at the dorm and we said our good-byes with me
agreeing to keep her posted on whatever life changes occurred. She pecked
me on the lips and winked as she shut the car door. I drove back to the
apartment and was surprised to find the front door unlocked. I walked in
expecting to find Clint and Michael sitting, catching up on old times and
getting more or less sloshed. What I walked into was a dark apartment
where the only light shining was coming from over the stove. I decided
they had indeed gotten sloshed, hence the unlocked door, and had gone to
bed before I arrived. I said a silent 'oh well!' to my self and unbuttoned
my shirt on the way to my room. I walked in and finished undressing and
decided if everybody else had gone to bed, I would too. I hung my suit up
and chunked the rest of my worn attire in the dirty clothes.
I didn't even bother turning on the light.
I turned around to get in bed and about jumped out of my skin when I
saw Clint lying there, face down, sleeping contentedly. His torso was bare
and his arms where hugging his pillow as slept. I could see the muscles in
his back and shoulders ripple with each breath. The sheet was draped
lazily over his tight butt cheeks and I gasped, as much from the sight of
him as from the surprise. He, it seemed, was not disturbed by said gasp
and didn't even so much as twitch in acknowledgement. I laughed silently
at myself and slipped on my flannel lounge pants and padded out of my room.
I poked my head in Clint's room fully expecting to find Michael sprawled
out on Clint's bed. In stead, I found a neat bed with no occupant. My
curiosity was definitely piqued, so I decided to get outside and clear my
head. I grabbed my pack of Benson & Hedges and my lighter and walked out
the door.
I reached the bottom of the stairwell and sat down with a sigh. I lit
up and was just about relaxed when I saw someone approaching about a block
away. As he got closer I got a better look at him, and the better look I
got, the more I started drooling. Whoever this guy was -- and I had a
strong feeling this was our boy -- was simply drop-dead gorgeous. He was
shorter than Clint, about 6', light brown hair spiked at the top and small
wire-framed glasses. As he got closer I noticed the incredible build on
this guy, he looked like a model. He walked straight in my direction and
my heart skipped a beat, but he didn't come anywhere close to making eye
contact with me. He walked right up to me and was about to climb the
stairs up to our apartment. I watched the muscles in his forearm and
biceps flex under tanned skin as he walked.
"Excuse me," he mumbled softly.
"Michael, right?" He looked at me, shocked.
"Uh, yes. Who are you?" he asked brusquely.
"Kevin McReardon," I introduced myself and held out my hand. A
relieved look washed over his face and his features softened. He shook my
hand and the hair on my arm stood up as my skin touched his. I did my best
to hide my reaction
"Michael Weathersby," he said and smiled. "I was beginning to wonder
if I'd had a monumental memory loss!"
"I had an unfair advantage -- I knew you'd be coming this way," I said
and returned his warm smile. "Smoke?" I offered.
"It's a nasty habit, you know," he said, frowning at me.
"A nasty **occasional* habit. And yes, I do know." He grinned at my
response and took the pack from my hand.
We laughed and talked as we finished smoking after which we climbed
the stairs up to the apartment. We walked in and he made himself at home
on the couch.
"You know, I guess I should be tired, but I feel pretty wound up after
the trip," he said.
"I have just the remedy, young Mr. Weathersby. Choose your poison."
"Martini, two olives -- shaken, not stirred." This last bit he said
in a James Bond mimic. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Right-o 007."
After finishing a few rounds of drinks we were both loosening up a
good bit. I flipped on the TV and began surfing through the channels. I
stopped at a random movie and really was not paying attention to it...it
was more background noise than anything. Michael and I kept chatting,
heavily feeling the effects of our delve into an alcoholic quasi-nirvana.
We talked as if we had known each other for years, talking about life,
careers, friends, just about everything.
At some point the room light began to annoy me and I wondered why it
was still on. I got up and flipped it off and sat down heavily on the sofa
next to Michael. He found this quite amusing and we laughed about it for a
couple more minutes. We had finally reached that everything's-funny stage
and were enjoying ourselves greatly. Once he finally caught his breath he
faced me and leaned against the back of the sofa.
"So, where's my no-good cousin?" he asked, his voice slightly less
crisp and sharp than it had been.
"Fast asleep on my bed where I left him a couple of hours ago, I
suppose."
"Oh. You guys getting that close, eh?" He smirked at me.
"You know you're just jealous," I smirked at him. "I'm getting kind
of tired," I said, changing the subject.
"Hmmm? Mmm...yup...me too. Don't wanna go to bed, though. Movie?"
"What the hell. I rented a DVD for tomorrow, but I guess we can watch
it now."
"Cool."
I had rented a new action thriller that I felt pretty sure would hold
my interest. I popped the disc in and settled down at the end of the sofa.
As the movie started I got a chance to give Michael a closer inspection
without his notice. He looked incredibly sexy. His eyes were the deepest
blue that I had ever seen. Unless the light caught them, they looked
almost black. They were to drown in. His sandy brown hair was spiked in a
very coifed sort of way...that kind of look that says a something a little
more wild and yet gives you the distinct impression that not a hair is out
of place. Just like Clint, he exuded masculinity. He turned his head to
face my direction and locked his sapphire eyes onto mine.
"Still awake?" he asked.
"Barely," I mumbled. He gave me a sideways grin and directed his
attention back to the screen. I kept stealing glances, some covert and
some not so covert, at Michael. He had a strong jaw and full, sensuous
lips. I was getting a little flustered and flushed. Somewhere in the back
of my awareness I noticed I was drifting out of consciousness.
I woke up and was horrified to notice my legs stretched across
Michael's legs and him calmly resting his hands on my shins. Even more
embarrassing, I was half-hard and my manhood was snaking down my leg. I
sat up and pulled my legs off his.
"Uh...sorry about that...guess I got a little comfortable," I blushed.
"No problem. I know how that one goes." He shot me a debonair smile.
"Michael, I'm gonna go on to bed. No sense putting off the
inevitable," I grinned at him.
"I think I'll do the same. I'm sure Clint will be up and running
tomorrow since he went to bed so early and I want to get all the sleep I
can." I rolled my eyes playfully and nodded my agreement.
With that I got up and lumbered toward the bathroom to relieve my full
bladder and brush my teeth. When my hands made contact with my warm cock
it was all I could do to make myself piss. After I was done I stuffed it
uncomfortably back in. I was definitely more than a little horny. I
brushed my teeth thinking about Clint in my bed when it suddenly dawned on
me that I really needed to sort out sleeping arrangements. After washing
the grime off my face I reached for the towel where it should have hung on
the rack. I was surprised when my fingers encountered bare wall and then
jumped when felt a hand brush mine, handing me the towel. I dried my face
and looked up at Michael standing there.
"Sorry," he said grinning. "I was going to ask you which bed you
wanted me in, yours or Clint's."
I flushed and my already tumescent prick got a little harder.
"Whichever you're most comfortable with. I can always take the couch, it's
a fold-out." He nodded and stepped out casually. I sighed with relief.
This guy was really doing a number on me.
"Fuck it," I heard him say from down the hall. Suddenly he reappeared
in the doorway with an animal gleam in his eyes. Before I knew what was
happening I felt his arm circle my waist, his other hand on the back of my
head and his soft lips pressed hard on mine. I was instantly hard as
steel. He pressed his chest into mine and moaned into my mouth. I kissed
him back passionately, tasting his mouth and our tongues probing and
meeting each other. I let my hands slide down his back onto the firm
globes of his ass. He lifted me up slightly and sat me down on the
bathroom counter, his tongue teasing mine. I breathlessly broke the kiss
and we sat there with our crotches grinding into each other.
"Clint's bed?" he asked. I nodded and we hurried as quietly as
possible into Clint's room and shut the door behind us.
Michael pulled off his glasses and I proceeded to lift his shirt over
his head revealing a spectacular torso. He was defined in all the right
places and I just wanted to eat off him. He did the same with me and
mumbled a 'very nice' while he ran his hands down my sides. We fell onto
Clint's bed and were grinding against each other hard. I found Michael's
lips with my own and kissed him long and deep for as long as I could stand
it. The boy really knew how to kiss. I nibbled on his bottom lip and I
felt his hands slide under the waistband of my flannel pants. He cupped my
ass with his hands and began pulling me into him even harder. I licked
along his jaw and paused to kiss and nibble on his ear. Evidently I
pressed a button because he moaned loudly and his hips bucked up.
"Keep doing that and it'll be over real soon," he said softly into my
ear. His voice had taken on a different tone and I was incredibly turned
on by it. I liked down his neck kissing and sucking along the way. I was
rewarded with another moan. I liked down his clavicle and found his
hardened nipple waiting for me. I took the right one into my mouth and
flicked my tongue across it rapidly. Michael just ground his crotch
against mine even harder. I playfully nipped at it and I felt his abs
tighten up hard against me. He reached up and pushed me off.
"Mmm...need breathing time. You're just pushing all the right
buttons." I smiled contentedly and took another quick bite at his tender
nipple. He tossed his head back and moaned again. He then flipped me over
and proceeded to give me the same treatment. After a few minutes he had me
going to the moon. He slid my pants down my legs and my boxers with them
leaving me pointing up at the ceiling. He smiled and took me in his hand.
The instant his skin made contact with mine I felt a jolt all through me.
I brushed his hand aside.
"Too soon..." I muttered. He smiled again and licked up my inner
thighs and found my smooth sac. He licked around it and then sucked my
jewels into his mouth. I found my voice had left me and I was reduced to a
moaning idiot. He licked down my perineum and sent me even higher. He
took his sweet time, drawing little circles with his tongue. Without
notice, he suddenly dove down on my rod taking it to the hilt. He then
began pulling off it slowly, the only pressure coming from his pursed lips.
I couldn't believe how incredible it felt...gentle suction and just that
pressure. I lost the power to even moan and just concentrated on
breathing. The pleasure was vibrating through me. I fast felt myself
coming to the brink and tried to summon the strength to push him off, or at
least get a grunt out of my mouth. All that came out was a frustrated
sigh. If anything, he sped up. He added his tongue into the mix, which
would swirl around my head with each stroke. He then changed to an
agonizingly slow pace, adding more suction. I was there...the point of no
return and I could feel my orgasm building in my toes and my fingers and
moving like a tidal wave to the center of my body. Michael stayed glued
and continued his slow milking movements. If I could have screamed, I
would have. He looked up at me and his eyes locked on mine. In that
instant I began blasting my hot jism into his mouth. I felt like every
nerve in my body had shut down and my whole being was a pulsing cock at
that moment. Blast after blast left me and entered Michael.
When I finally returned to this side of reality he licked up my abs
and finally met me with a wet kiss. I kissed him passionately, sucking his
tongue into my mouth and nibbling on it gently. I felt his fingers trace
the crack of ass and play with my tender rosebud. His rock-hard prick
traced silvery lines along my thighs as we kissed. He licked along my ear
and whispered in a low lusty voice, "May I?"
I nodded and felt a jolt through my prick and rolled onto my side.
His thick fingers tapped my pucker as he sucked and bit my neck. He
brought his other hand to my mouth and traced my lips with his fingers. I
sucked his first two fingers into my mouth and ran my tongue over his
course skin. Once they were sufficiently wet he proceeded to press them
against my throbbing hole. They slid in with practiced ease state and he
pushed in and searched for my prostate. Once his fingers grazed it, my
softening dick jumped to life. He slid a third finger in and gently moved
them in and out. I pushed myself down on them further, meeting his pace.
I reached behind me and began stroking his stiff rod. It was covered
in precum and my hand slid easily over it. I pulled off his hand and
kissed down his chest again. I paused at his belly button and stuck my
tongue in, teasing the sensitive nerve endings. He groaned again, his meat
poking me in the neck. I took my cue and licked farther down. I held his
hot prick in and looked at it. It was as perfect a dick as I had ever
seen, nestled in a neatly trimmed dark blond bush. It had to have been a
good nine inches and very thick. It bulged in the middle and was topped
with a large helmet that was turning more and more purple with every
minute.
I lifted my gaze to his face and smiled at him. He looked like sexy
incarnate, propped on his elbows looking down at me. He reached up and
touched my cheek tenderly. My eyes not leaving his, I blew on the tip of
his oversensitive cock and felt it jump in my hands. I stuck out my tongue
and flicked it across the head. He tossed his head back and moaned. I
repeated it several more times each time eliciting the same response.
Finally, I'd had enough foreplay and slid his head into my moist mouth. He
thrust up pushing more in my mouth. I took him down to the root allowing
him to gag me slightly forcing more saliva down onto him. It trickled down
to his balls, which I was slowly cupping and massaging in my hand. He got
my rhythm and pumped against my face, each time making more and more saliva
drip from my mouth. I felt his balls pull up slightly and pulled off. His
head was still back and he was breathing slowly, trying to regain control.
I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deep. His lust was in control and
I could taste it.
I turned over and faced away from him. He spooned me and kissed my
neck and back while reaching over me to stroke my throbbing prick again. I
heard him fumbling in a drawer next to the bed and then heard him tear open
a condom. He then spit onto his hand and then rubbed his warm saliva into
my pucker again. I then felt the head of his cock press against it. I
relaxed my muscles and backed onto him. Momentarily surprised, he moaned
and then recovered, slowly sliding all of his girth into me, stretching me.
I paused to relax and adjust, then he slid further in. With every movement
he would massage my sensitive prostate. He pulled me into him, my back
pressed against his hard chest.
He slowly began a methodical rhythm. It was an altogether new
position for me, but I found it wonderful. He would nip at my neck and
stroke my manhood while pistoning in and out of me. Nary a word was
spoken, just our controlled grunts and moans. His hands were all over my
chest hugging me and caressing me. I felt him pick up the pace, and I
matched it, stroke for stroke. He leaned up and would moan my name into
his ear. I felt him quickening his pace and my hyperstimulated prostate
sent a jolt through me. I reached behind him and angled my head around and
pulled his face to mine. Our tongues played and danced with each other. I
glanced into his eyes and knew he was there. His thrust reached a frenzied
pace and his tongue dove deep into my mouth. Suddenly his whole body
tensed and he locked his muscular arms around me. He pumped load after
load and would moan my name or some moaning variation thereof, with every
stroke. We just lay there for what seemed like an eternity just catching
our breath.
I looked down and noticed my abs and chest were covered in my second
load. I slowly pulled off him and turned over to face him.
He was propped on his elbow, resting his head on his hand. He just
grinned at me. He pulled me in for another kiss, this one gentle and
tender.
"That was incredible," I finally managed to get out.
"The best."
We continued our post-coital chit-chat while I let my hands lazily
roam over his muscled thighs, firm glutes, tight stomach...
"Clint has no clue about you, does he?" I asked.
"Nope. I assume the same is true for you." I nodded. "So, what
now?"
"Now we sleep," I answered lifting my hand to caress his cheek. "And
as much as I'd love to stay right here, I think I'd better go crash on the
couch. As far as Clint goes, I guess we'll cross that bridge if and when
we get there."
He smiled, leaned in and planted a soft lingering kiss on my lips.
"See you in the morning."
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I woke up to sounds coming from the kitchen and the smell of
breakfast.
My stomach rumbled noisily. I glanced down and was rather horrified to
notice that in my sleep I had kicked off my sheet and now my morning stiffy
was proudly announcing itself through the fly in my boxers. I glanced over
to Clint who must have seen me stir.
"So, what's up?" he joked motioning toward my crotch.
"Shut up..."
"Looks like **somebody* had a nice dream last night. Was I good?" I
followed his gaze down to my stomach where the dried remainder of my tryst
with Michael remained. I blushed and quickly regained my composure.
"I've had better."
"Yeah, right. Anyway, get your cummy self in the shower and clean up.
Breakfast is pretty much ready." I rolled my eyes at him and lumbered down
the hall, not bothering to cover myself.
"And wake that useless cousin of mine up while you're there!" he called
out behind me.
I gently opened the door to Clint's room and saw Michael sprawled
across the sheets. He looked nothing short of edible lying there. I
gently sat down beside him and lightly brushed the exposed skin on his
shoulders and back. He rolled over sleepily and opened those incredibly
blue eyes to look up at me. He gave me his best attempt at a smile.
"G'morning, sexy."
"Mmm...heey," he muttered. His eyes drifted to my still exposed
manhood. "I could get used to waking up like this."
"Well, don't get too fresh on me...Clint's made breakfast and I need a
shower -- not to mention a piss!"
"Want some company?" he asked groggily.
"Don't tempt me, Weathersby. Go get some food and I'll be out in a
minute."
"Kay." Before I could react he had pulled me in and locked his lips on
mine. I pulled off chuckling.
"Naughty, naughty." I said as I walked to the bathroom. "Oh, and
brush your teeth!" I heard Michael erupt with laughter as I shut the door
behind me. I jumped in the shower for a quick rinse-off. I got out
feeling like a million bucks.
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"So, did you actually get his ass out of bed?" Clint asked as I
re-entered the kitchen.
"Surprisingly enough. I think the key moment was when I threatened to
get in bed with him," I answered with a smirk. Clint just laughed as he
finished serving the plates. Michael walked in just in time to catch the
last of his cousin's hardy laughter.
"Acutally," Clint went on, "he probably would have liked it." Michael
rolled his eyes as he plopped down at the table.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but don't try to
project your desires on me," Michael responded. This elicited a round of
laughter from us all. We proceeded to joke throughout breakfast just
enjoying one another's company. Michael and I exchanged glances that we
did our best to keep covert. I still felt like I was wearing a neon sign
flashing *I slept with your cousin*. It was in one of those pensive
moments that Clint caught us making eye contact.
"Is it just me, or are you guys up to something?" Clint asked.
Michael suddenly developed something akin to the
'deer-in-the-headlights' look and caught my eye quickly from across the
table. He proceeded to mutter a quiet "Huh?"
"Well, since your lazy ass went to bed early we had no choice but to
get to know each other," I answered with a wink. A slow smile spread
across Michael's face.
"Uh huh. Whatever. Fags," muttered Clint, chuckling. "Anyway, Mike,
you'd better hurry up and shower so we can get you to the airport in time,"
said Clint. Michael just nodded. "Kev, are you coming?" I suddenly felt
very much on-the-spot with both of these guys' eyes locked on me.
"Um, yeah, I guess so."
"Cool," said Michael. "How much time to we have before we need to
leave?"
"We should leave in around forty-five minutes to get there
comfortably," answered Clint.
"Kay, I'm off to get cleaned up." Michael said as he deposited his
dishes in the sink and padded down the hallway.
"I'm gonna throw on some clothes and I'll be ready." Clint nodded and
I made my way down to my room. When I walked in the first thing I noticed
was the lingering scent of Clint's cologne. I slid on a pair of casual
Abercrombie khakis and a blue t-shirt. I stepped into my favorite pair of
Doc Marten sandals and glanced over at my unmade bed. It was a strange
sensation to see my sheets and know that Clint was the last person that had
slept on them. I walked over to the side of the bed and smoothed the
sheets and I lifted the pillow to my face. It was as if Clint were in the
room with me. I suddenly got a very guilty feeling in the pit of my
stomach. I was just putting the pillow back in its proper place when
Michael walked up.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yeah... I just... nevermind." I met Michael's gaze and smiled.
"I know. I don't normally do this either, but I don't regret it,
Kevin."
"I don't either. Really." I wasn't quite sure whom I was trying to
convince. Several months ago this would have been nothing -- a chance
encounter to be savored for what it was. At least it was someone I was
genuinely attracted to... Rational. Ri-ight.
"You'll stay in touch?" he asked, his hand resting on my arm.
"I will. You do the same." He finally returned my smile.
"You bet, stud." He hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and turned as
he got to the doorway. "Ready?"
"Yup. Let's go grab the Clintster."
"The Clintster?! God, Kev...that was bad!"
"I know, I know..." I mumbled, "cheese too early in the morning.
Sorry." He chuckled as I followed him out the door.
The trip to the airport was non-eventful. Michael said his good-byes
in perfect form and offered his home anytime we wanted to come visit.
Clint promised to do just that and drag me along for the ride.
I rode home with the same sinking feeling you get anytime you fuck
somebody's family member. Michael was great...great looks, nice body, good
personality, kind...I would probably even see him again, but he was still
Clint's family. If Clint noticed my unease, he didn't say anything. He
sang along with the radio contentedly. I swiftly did what we guys do so
well -- I put it out of my mind.
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When we got home our little answering machine light was blinking. I
made a b-line toward the bathroom. As I was walking down the hall I heard,
"Hey Clint, this is Chris. I just wanted to check up on you and see
how your time with Michael went. I also wondered about your dinner plans.
Call me back. Bye, babe."
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