Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 19:25:33 -0400
From: Lone Wolf <kk.lonewolf.37@gmail.com>
Subject: Zack and Jay chapter #9

Zack and Jay

Chapter 9

Author: Lone Wolf



Author's note: I would like to dedicate this chapter to MLF, one of my
readers. He has leukemia and will be starting chemotherapy soon. I hope you
get better, and hope my story helps you through this tough time in your
life. Lone Wolf


I'm awakened by Shawn whining, not really crying yet, but getting there. I
get up, grab my robe and take him down stairs to make a bottle. While
sitting in the dimly lit living room I hear someone come down the stairs. I
turn and see Jay coming towards us.

He says, "I missed you. Why didn't you bring him back to bed and feed him
there?"

"I didn't want to disturb you." I say. He sits down on the couch next to me
and puts his arm around me. He places his head on my shoulder, and watches
Shawn eat. I feel closer to him right this minute than I ever have, I can
feel his love for both of us. Almost like it is permeating from every one
of his pores. "I love you." I tell him.

"I love you, too." He whispers, turns and kisses me. I feel my cock grow
just from his kiss. I spread my legs a little and my robe falls open. He
looks down at my quickly growing cock and places his hand in my crotch. His
touch is gentle and loving, but I feel a surge of energy pass from him to
me and I become rock hard. While I finish feeding Shawn, he gets down on
his knees between my feet and starts to suck my dick. I slide my ass out to
the edge of the cushion so he has better access to my throbbing cock.

He repeatedly deep throats me, almost making me cum. I pull away from him
and say, "You have to stop; we're in the living room. I know my parents
wouldn't walk into our room when the door is closed without one of us
telling them to come in. But somebody could walk in here at anytime. Let me
take Shawn back to his room and we can finish in bed."

Reluctantly, he gets up and sticks out his hand. I take it and he just
about lifts me off the couch. He gives me a kiss and we head back up
stairs. He goes into our room and I take Shawn back to his and quickly
change his diaper and put him in his crib. When I get back to our room Jay
is laying in bed naked. He is rock hard; and I can't believe how much I
want him. I crawl into bed and start sucking his cock. I blow him to just
before he is about to cum and stop.

I move up the bed and kiss him. He sits up and gently pushes me back onto
the bed. He moves around and starts sucking my cock again. As soon as his
lips touch my dick I feel that same tingling in my cock as I do when he
kisses me. He sucks and sucks my cock; it feels like he is trying to suck
my prostate out of my dick. 'God it feels so good. He is getting really
good at giving head.' I think to myself almost ready to blow my load in his
mouth. Then he stops again. In my frustration of being so close and then
deprived of the release for the second time I reach down and start jacking
my cock.

He pushes my hand away, gets up on his knees by my side and pushes his cock
towards my mouth. I take it in and suck as much of it down my throat as I
can at this angle. After a few minutes he moans loudly. I pull off him and
remind him, "Your parents are down stairs in the guest bedroom, and my
parents are just down the hall. You have to be quiet."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. This feels so good." He says. I start
sucking him off again and after a few more minutes he moans even louder. I
shush him and turn a little in the bed so I can suck him better, and deep
throat his cock. He yells, "I'm gonna cum." I don't even try to quiet him
this time. I suck as hard and long as I can on his cock and with his first
shot into my mouth he just about screams, "I'm cumming." I take as much of
his load into my mouth as I can. He just shoots so much; I can't help but
let it run out of my mouth and down my neck.

After a few minutes he recovers and moves back down to my cock. He sucks me
all the way down his throat and a loud moan escapes me. I'm lost in the
passion of the blow job. I forget where we are, and let out a very loud
moan as he sucks me to orgasm. I yell, "Oh, my God!" as I fill his mouth
with my cum. I feel jet after jet of cum leaving my cock and shooting into
the back of his mouth. I hear him gag on the shear volume of cum I'm
shooting. He has to pull off of me to swallow, but takes my cock right back
in his warm mouth and holds me there while I finish. I moan loudly one last
time as I come down from the high of the orgasm. He licks me clean and
moves up to me and licks his cum from my face and neck into my mouth.

He finally has me cleaned up and kisses me. We lay in each others arms and
kiss; recovering from the best blow jobs we have ever gotten. We fall
asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

I'm awoken in the morning by a knock on the door. I quickly grab the
blankets and through them over us and say, "Come in."

Mom comes into my room and says, "Zack, Jay we need to talk."

I shake Jay awake and then say, "Mom what's the matter?"

"I know you two are in love, but can you do me and your father a favor?"
She asks.

"Anything; just name it." I tell her.

"When you guys are making love; can you keep the noise down?" She says.

"You heard us?" Jay asks.

"I think the neighbors could hear you." She says, smiling.

"Mom, we're sorry. We will try to keep it down from now on. I know we got
carried away last night, it'll never happen again." I tell her.

"Zack, there is nothing to be sorry for. Your father and I understand what
it means to be in love and the want to show your love how you feel about
them. That is a natural thing. And to be completely honest with you, it's
not the first time I've heard you having sex. I used to hear you and Josh
all the time. I never told you, because I didn't want you to become
embarrassed. And try to hide the fact you guys were having sex and end up
doing something, somewhere else, and getting caught and possibly in
trouble. Like I said I know what it's like. I just need you guys to keep it
down while you're here." She lovingly tells us.

"We will try, Mom." Jay says.

With tears in her eyes she moves towards him and gives him a kiss on the
cheek, and says, "Thank you, Jay. You have no idea how you calling me Mom
makes me feel. I love you guys."

"We love you, too." Jay and I say at the same time. She leaves and closes
the door on her way out.

"You just made her day." I tell Jay. "That was a really nice thing to say."

"I'm in love with her son, we are married, and I love your parents almost
as much as I love my own. She's my mother-in-law; what else am I going to
call her?" He asks.

Ignoring his question; I pull him to me and kiss him, sliding my tongue
into his mouth. We make out for a while then get up and go take a shower
together. After showering we head down stairs.

Dad is sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper and having a
cup of coffee. He looks at us as we walk into the kitchen, "Somebody got
lucky last night!" He says with a huge smile on his face. "And if I heard
correctly it was more than one somebody."

"Dad!" is all I can manage to say in my embarrassment.

"Zack there is nothing to be embarrassed about. What you guys did last
night is natural. I think; unless you were doing something perverted." He
says with an evil grin on his face.

"Alright, I'm not having this conversation with my father; especially
considering Jay and I are married." I tell him, get up and give him a huge
and kiss on the cheek. I know he is just picking on us.

"I'm sorry." He says, and gives me and Jay both kisses and tells us he
loves us before heading out for work.

After he leaves Jay says to me, "Well, this has been an interesting
morning." And he laughs. Then adds, "I'm sorry I got a little carried away
last night."

"Just don't let it happen again while we are here." I tell him sternly. "At
school, you can make all the noise you want. I don't care if our neighbors
hear. If they hear enough of us making love, maybe we won't have to listen
to them argue. Maybe they'll get the hint and start making love not war."

"Hopefully!" He says. I hear Shawn crying and head up to get him as Jay's
parents come into the kitchen.  I tell them good morning and run up the
stairs to get Shawn. Mom is coming from his room as I walk down the
hall. She hands him to me and goes back to her and Dad's room to get ready
for work. I take Shawn down stairs and feed him his breakfast cereal. He
still isn't used to eating off of a spoon yet, but he tries. I think he
ends up wearing more of the cereal than he gets into his stomach. It's
actually funny watching him try to suck the cereal off the spoon.

Jay's parents head back to the guest room to get dressed after they have
eaten breakfast. When they are gone I ask Jay, "Did they hear us, too?"

"If they did, they didn't say anything. And to be completely honest, I
don't think they would have said anything even if they did hear us." He
replies.

"Great!" is all I can say through my embarrassment. My parents have had
years getting used to the idea that I am gay. Jay's have only had nine
months. Now in an unfamiliar place they probably hear their son making love
to another guy; just what I need, his parents to hate me.

Mom comes into the kitchen and gets herself a cup of coffee and sits down
next to me at the table. We chat while she eats a plate of eggs and bacon
and a couple pieces of toast. She doesn't mention us waking them up again,
thank God. She then leaves for work, leaving us with Jay's parents. We ask
them what they want to do today, and they say; they don't want to do
anything except get to know me better. I tell them that would be great and
to ask anything.

They ask a bunch of questions and I answer them the best I can. It is still
hard sometimes to talk about myself. But I think I do a good job. Jay
offers a little more information when he can to help out. But the day goes
great, they never once mention that they had heard us last night, but I
think they did. Two almost seventy year old people hear their twenty-one
year old son getting a blow job from his almost nineteen year old
husband. What a vacation they must be having.

We spend the whole day talking; around one I ask them what they would like
to eat for their last night here. They say they really don't care. So we
leave Shawn with them and Jay and I run to the store to pick up some things
so we can make them a special dinner. On the way I ask Jay what they would
like, trying to plan out what we'll need at the store. He says that they'll
eat just about anything, and they'll probably love anything, as long as
it's hot. No help there. We walk around the store looking for something
special to make them. I finally decide on New York strip steaks, coleslaw,
a couple vegetables and home made French fries for Jay.

We head back home and I start making the coleslaw, cutting the cabbage into
chunks and running it through the food processor. I peel a couple of
carrots, shred them, and mix them into the cabbage. I make a homemade sauce
from a recipe that used to be my grandmothers and pour it over the cabbage
and carrots. Then put it into the fridge to marinate. I make a dry rub from
ground black pepper, a few spices, and meat tenderizer and rub it into the
steaks and put them into the fridge to soak in the flavor of the spices and
pepper.

Around five thirty I start washing and cutting the potatoes for the french
fries. Jay comes in and asks if I need any help. I tell him, "No, go spend
time with your parents." He gives me a kiss, thanks me, and heads back into
the living room. I get the deep fryer out when I have all the potatoes
washed and cut and start cooking them around quarter after six. When my
parents get home Dad cooks the steaks on the grill and I heat up the
vegetables. We all sit down and eat. Shawn sitting in his highchair,
between Jay and me, is chewing on a teething biscuit. He is so damn cute
smearing the gooey paste of the biscuit all over his face.

After dinner I take him upstairs and give him a bath. He just loves
baths. Laying there kicking his feet and splashing water every where. He
has remnants of the teething biscuit in his hair, smeared up to his elbows,
and all over his little chest. I wash him up, and then take him into his
room to get him ready for bed. We head back down stairs and spend the
evening with Jay's parents. It has been a very good day; I realize I too
love his parents almost as much as I love my own. They are great people and
have raised an even greater son.

The following day Jay and I take his parents to the airport. Mom takes the
morning off from work to watch Shawn. We say our goodbyes at the security
check point again, and head back home. When we get there Jay asks me, "So
your birthday is tomorrow, what do you want to do?"

"Something I haven't done since Josh died. I want to go horse back riding."
I tell him. "Josh and use to go all the time together. But when then he got
busy with football and me with karate, we tried to go at least once a
month. I still have a membership to the stable we went to. Is that all
right with you?" I ask him.

"I'd love to. It's been a long time since I was on a horse. But what are we
going to do about Shawn?" He asks me.

"Mom and Dad usually don't go into work on my birthday. So they can watch
him. Hang on let me ask Mom."

I go into the home office that her and Dad share and ask her, "Mom, do you
have anything planned for tomorrow?"

"No, I was thinking about just having a nice dinner and cake here. Why?"
She asks.

"Jay wanted to know what I wanted to do tomorrow, and I thought we might go
horse back riding." I tell her.

"That's fine, your father and I can watch Shawn. You two go and spend the
day together. We'll have dinner ready when you get back." She says. I thank
her and head back into the kitchen to tell Jay. I call the stable and
reserve two horses for us and set up a time to be there.

We spend the rest of the day hanging out with Shawn. He is sleeping a lot
less now and is really starting to become more aware of his
surroundings. He loves watching colorful toys that are moved around in
front of him. He'll reach out and try and grab them, but his hand-eye
coordination still needs to develop a little more. He has grown so much;
about three inches and gained about ten pounds since we got him. He is
becoming more and more handsome every day. I love him so much.

The next morning I wake up to Jay sucking my cock. At first I'm not sure
what is going on and try to push him away. But then realize what is
happening and let him be. He really is becoming really good at it. It
doesn't take him long to make me cum. I am very careful not to make any
loud noises this time. I don't need a repeat of the other day.

When I'm finished he slides up the bed and lies next to me. He forces his
arm under my neck and pulls me to him. He kisses me and says, "Happy
Birthday. I love you."

"I love you, too." I tell him, and try to move down the bed so I can suck
him off too.

But, he wraps his arms around me and holds me and says, "No. Today is all
about you." He holds me and I can feel his love radiate out of his
body. Laying there, wrapped in his arms, I feel like I can't be any happier
then right now. We spend the next hour or so just holding each other, not
talking, just being together in our love.

I hear my parents walk past the door on their way down stairs so we get up
and get dressed. Jay goes and checks on Shawn as I go down stairs. Mom and
Dad are already making breakfast when I get there.  They tell me to sit
down they have everything covered. Mom finally looks up from the stove and
they say, "Happy Birthday, honey!" together.

I thank them. Jay comes into the kitchen carrying Shawn. He places him in
his highchair and goes to make his cereal. I sit there and watch Jay try
and feed him, I can't help but laugh at the mess they are both making. I
can tell Jay is getting upset, so I help him out. I show him how I feed him
and it goes a lot better.

Mom and Dad have breakfast done and bring plates for all of us to the
table. After eating Jay and I take Shawn upstairs to give him a bath. Of
course Jay has to do it. He won't let me do anything. He washes him up,
dries him off, and gets him dressed. Finally I've had enough and say, "Why
are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" He asks.

"Why won't you let me help with him? He's our son." I tell him.

"Today is your birthday. I don't want you to have to do anything. I want to
do everything. You are the one that takes care of him the most. The least I
can do, is give you your birthday off." He tells me.

"Jay, I love taking care of him and you. I don't feel obligated. I do it
because I want to. I love both of you and want you guys to be happy." I
say.

"We are happy. Please let me take care of him this morning. When we get
back from the stable you can do whatever you want. But this morning leave
everything to me. Ok?" He says.

"Alright, but you just remember this on your next birthday." I tell
him. "You won't be lifting a finger the whole day." I pull them both into a
hug and Jay gives me a kiss.

Later on we leave for the stable, Jay not letting me do anything around the
house. He even tried doing some of our laundry. Thank God Mom was there to
help him out. I really have to work with him on some things. His mom did
everything for him growing up and he never had to learn how to take care of
himself.  I don't know how he made it through the first two years of
college on his own. I can't believe he didn't walk around with pink socks
and underwear the way he tried doing the wash. He just threw whatever into
the washing machine.

When we get to the stable, Beth the owner meets us in the parking lot. She
gives me a hug and says how sorry she was after hearing about Josh. I thank
her and introduce her to Jay and tell her that we are married and have a
five month old son at home, explaining about Jay's brother and
sister-in-law dying and them giving Shawn to us to raise. She says, "Boy
you have had a busy year. After going through what you did with Josh and
then all of that. How did you make it through it in one piece?"

"With Jay's help and love; and of course my parents have been really good
about everything. I don't know where we would be without them." I tell her.

"Come on, I've got your horses ready. Are you planning on riding out onto
the old path like you and Josh used to?" She asks.

"Yeah, it's just so beautiful and quiet out there. I never understood why
more people didn't go out that way." I tell her.

"Well, actually they still don't. We keep it maintained, but most people
just like staying close by. I think they are afraid of getting lost." She
says.

We walk around behind the barn and standing there, already saddled, are two
huge pure white stallions.  They look so beautiful. I ask her, "When did
you get these guys?"

"About six months ago. Do you like them?" She asks.

"Yes, they are the most amazing looking horses I've ever seen. What kind
are they?" I ask her.

"They are Lipizzan Stallions. When born they are jet black, then around
three years of age turn snow white like this. They are usually bred for and
used in circuses and other shows. They are very powerful jumpers and are
trained for a long time before being used in shows. They almost dance
around the arena. It is awe inspiring to watch." She explains.

"I'd love to see that someday." Jay says.

Me too." I add. She asks Jay if he has ever ridden before and he tells her
yes. But it has been a long time.  She gives him a few pointers and then
has him get on the horse and watches him for a few minutes. Then says that
we should be alright, Jay seems to remember everything about horse back
riding.

"How long do you think you guys will be out?" She asks.

"I don't know. Is that old gazebo still out there by the edge of the
meadow?" I ask her.

"Yes it is. Thinking about taking a break there?"

"Yeah; maybe sit and take in the view. I love that spot, you can see for
miles down into the valley below.  Josh and I used to sit out there for
hours talking and looking out over the valley." I tell her.

"Ok, I'll see you guys when you get back." She says and heads into the
barn. I mount my horse and we head out onto the trails with Jay following
me. We ride for a while then turn off on a trail that has been well
maintained but you can tell it doesn't get much use. After about an hour we
come to the gazebo and dismount; tying the horses' bridal reins to a post
and taking a seat on one of the benches.

I look over at Jay and can sense something is wrong. I ask him, "What's the
matter?"

"Nothing." He says in a tone I can tell that something is wrong.

"Jay, please tell me what is bothering you."

After a few minutes he says, "Ok, it seems every time we do something
together, you've already done it with Josh. You constantly bring him up, or
talk about him, or are reminded about him. It just upsets me you can't
forget him." He says almost crying.

"Jay, he was my first love. I will never forget him. And that is only made
worse by the fact that he killed himself. I can't and won't forget him. I
will always love him. But I can tell you, I love you more then I loved
him. You and Shawn mean the world to me."

"I'm sorry; I guess I'm just jealous of his memory. I know you love me, but
I can't stop thinking what if he hadn't killed himself. Where would that
leave us? What had you two planned on doing when he was at UCLA and you
were at Harvard? Would we have had the opportunity that we did? Would we
have become such good friends and then fallen in love? Would you have been
able to break through the walls that I had built around my heart? Would you
have been able to make me realize that I am gay?" He says now crying.

"Jay; do you believe we are soul mates, like I do?" I ask him
compassionately.

"Yes, I do." He says.

"If you truly believe we are soul mates, then you have to believe in fate
and destiny; right?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Why?"

"Because; if we are soul mates, then Josh was destined to commit
suicide. So I would be free to help you become the man you are now. I was
destined to help you come out. Shawn and Sue were destined to die in that
car accident. Shawn was destined to come to us and we were destined to get
married and raise him as our son. Our lives were written a long time
ago. Everything that has happened to us has happened for a reason. And that
reason is fate.

"I'm sorry I talk about Josh all the time, but that is the only way I know
how to remember him and keep him in my heart where he belongs." I explain
to him.

"I'm sorry." He says after thinking about what I said for a few minutes.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I am your first and only love; you can't
possibly know what it is like trying to replace someone in your
heart. Especially when they were taken from you the way Josh was taken from
me. Imagine how you would feel if you met a guy and loved him like you
loved your brother.  Do you think you could push your brother out of your
heart to make room for him?"

"No. I would have to make room for him without loosing my love for my
brother." He says.

"See; it's the same thing for me. Only the love I feel, we feel, is
different," I tell him.

"Ok, I see your point. I do love you." he says finally looking at me.

"I know. I love you, too." I tell him and put my arm around him and pull
him into me.

He turns and kisses me on the cheek. He finally looks out over the meadow
and down into the valley below. "This is a beautiful spot. I can see why
you and Josh liked coming up here. I could sit here for hours and never get
tired at looking at this. Have you done any paintings of this view?" He
asks.

"One; I gave it to Josh. When he died, his parents tried giving it back,
but I wouldn't take it. They have it hanging over their fireplace in their
family room. It's the biggest painting I've ever done; four feet long and
about two and a half feet tall." I stand and move a little to the side and
point down into the valley, "Do you see that huge tree down there?"

He stands to see where I'm pointing then says, "Yes."

"That tree was the focal point of the painting, it is dead center and you
can see about half the valley in it. I took the pictures for the painting
from over at the top of the meadow looking down into the valley." I tell
him.

"God I wish I could paint like you can." He says as he moves back to the
bench and sits back down. I sit back down next to him and he places his arm
around me and pulls me towards him. I rest my head on his chest and let
myself melt into him. We sit there and hold each other for about an hour,
not talking; just holding each other and basking in our love. It is
probably the best birthday present he could have given me; his love and
understanding.

We finally get up and as we are walking back to the horses he pulls me into
a hug and kisses me on the lips; there's that tingle again. He whispers
into my ear, "I love you and will always love you."

"I love you." I whisper into his ear. We pull apart and get back on the
horses. And head back to the trail and make our way back to the stable.

When we enter the barn yard Beth almost instantly appears and helps us
remove the saddles and then asks us to take the horses into the barn so the
grooms can brush them down and get them into their stalls. She heads over
to another shed and gets one of the hands to clean and put the saddles
away. We ask her how much we owe her and she says, "Nothing, Happy Birthday
Zack."

"I can't believe you remembered!" I tell her.

"Actually, I knew it was towards the end of June, but I had to pull your
file to get the exact date. When I saw today was your birthday; I decided I
wasn't going to charge you." She says.

"Thanks; I knew there was a reason I liked coming here." I tell her with a
big grin on my face. She smiles and comes to me and gives me a hug.

When she releases me she says, "Now go on, get out of here before I change
my mind and charge you double." She lovingly tells us. We thank her again
and head back home.

When we get there Mom and Dad have dinner just about done and Shawn is
sitting in his highchair chewing on a teething biscuit. When he sees us he
lets out a squeal and smiles at us. He holds out his hands to me asking me
to pick him up. I remove him from his seat and hold him to me. He smears
the whole front of my shirt with the gooey mess of the teething biscuit. I
look down at him and it is like he trying to give me a hug, telling me he
missed me; his head lying on my chest. He finally sees Jay standing next to
us and reaches for him. Jay takes him and Shawn lays his head on Jay's
chest like he had done to me. He is a very loving baby, just like his two
daddies.

After dinner we give Shawn a bath together, sharing the bond that is
created during such a private time with a baby, washing him, drying him,
and dressing him for bed. We take him back down stairs and Jay makes him a
bottle. I feed him and Jay holds me as I hold Shawn. The three of us are
surrounded in an envelope of love. After a while my parents give me my
birthday present. I hand Shawn to Jay, and then I carefully remove the
wrapping paper and open the box. Inside I find countless tubes of oil
paints; a set of paint brushes that I know cost over two hundred
dollars. I've actually been considering buying a set but couldn't see
spending that kind of money on paint brushes, but they are well worth every
penny. They are hand made from horse hair. Also, they give me a double roll
of canvas, and a brand new pallet.

With tears in my eyes I tell them thank you and give them a hug. Then Jay
hands me a small box and I open it. It contains two gold chains with a half
of a heart and a small key on each; one of the 'who holds the key to your
heart' sets. I love them. They are not one of the cheap ones I can tell
just by the quality of the work. He tells me he had them made and
engraved. Mine says 'To Zack, with all my love, Jay'. His says, 'Zack, you
hold the key to my heart'. I but mine on and then put his on him. I give
him a passionate kiss and thank him.

This has been the best birthday of my life. Thanks to the man I love and my
parents. I will never forget this day. Later in bed Jay says to me, "I want
to make slow passionate love to you." He slowly kisses me and then
gradually makes his way down my neck to my chest. He kisses my entire
chest, sucking and nibbling on each nipple. I love it so much when he does
that, it just turns me on so much. I feel his hand slide down my chest and
stomach until he comes to a stop just above my cock. I try to slide up into
his hand but he pulls it away slightly. "Not say fast." He says through his
kisses. He slowly makes his way further down and kisses my abdomen, and
licks at my belly button. Finally he is at the top of my pubic hair and
slowly and deeply inhales my natural scent. He let's out a deep moan of
true ecstasy and finally touches my rock hard cock. He slowly licks around
my cock head and then down my shaft. He works his way to my balls and sucks
one into my mouth. He rolls it around with his tongue and sucks on it
gently and lovingly.

He tries to take both into his mouth but they just won't fit. He let's the
first pop from his mouth then sucks the other into his warm wet mouth. We
rolls it around his mouth for a while then gradually licks his way up my
cock were he deep throats me in one motion. I almost loose it right
there. I want him so bad, "Fuck me, please." I quietly moan. He keeps
sucking me for a few minutes, then lifts my legs and rims me. His tongue
licking and flicking at my asshole, he then fucks me with it. I reach down
between my upturned legs and run my hands through his hair. He is driving
me crazy with lust. I want to feel his huge cock in my ass. He continues
driving his tongue deep into my nether regions driving me insane with lust.

"Fuck me, now." I tell him as lovingly as I can through the lust and want
to cum. He finally pulls his tongue from my wanting hole and kisses his way
back up my horny body. When he reaches my mouth he kisses me as he slides
his cock into my wet and hungry hole. I have o break the kiss as he fills
me up. My head tips back as far is it will go and I inhale through clenched
teeth. He feels so damn good in my ass. I moan softly in my passion. I hear
him take a deep rapid breath as I tighten down my asshole clamping it on
his cock. He lets it out slowly as he withdraws his cock from me and then
slides it all the way back in. "Oh, my God." I moan. "You feel so good in
me." I tell him.

"He slowly and passionately makes love to me; slowly and deliberately
pulling all the way out of me before ramming his cock home. With each
thrust hitting my prostate and accentuating the feeling and passion. I can
hardly take it any long. I can feel my orgasm building in the pit of my
stomach and can actually feel my balls pulling up into my groin as my cock
stretches and hardens with the coming orgasm.  I can feel Jay's dick
lengthen and swell with his. He makes one more deep hard thrust into me;
and we both cum at the same time. Our breathing rapid and labored in each
others ears as he collapses on top of me; his cock still in my ass, mine
spurting cum all over both of our stomachs.

He recovers from his orgasm and slowly moves down me and licks my stomach
and cock clean. He licks up every drop of my cum that he can find. He
finally flops down on the bed next to me and I take charge of cleaning him
up. I can't believe how much of my cum he has all over his stomach I lick
just about every square inch of his beautiful abs. My cum mixed with his
sweat is almost intoxicating to me and before I know it I am hard again.

I lick my way down his lower abs to his cock and balls. I lick his
remaining cum from his dick and then slowly move down to his balls. He
spreads and lifts his legs giving me access to his huge balls and the area
between them and his asshole. He pulls me over on top of him and starts
sucking my cock again in a sixty-nine. I lift his legs higher so I can
reach his asshole. I bury me head in his ass as I rim him, getting him
ready for me to fuck him. The whole time he has been deep throating me and
is quickly bringing me to another orgasm. I feel the constant flow of
pre-cum leaking from my cock into his mouth. He keeps moaning around my
cock and then purrs like a cat with my dick in his throat. It feels so
wonderful, I almost cum right then.

I carefully get off him and move around the bed and place his legs on my
shoulders and guide my cock to his awaiting hole. He takes a deep breath of
ecstasy as I stretch him open and he accepts my cock. I fuck him for as
long as I can, which isn't very long considering the blowjob he was just
giving me. I cum another river and collapse exhausted on top of him. After
awhile, when I can finally move, I pull my spent and used cock from his
hole and move down him to finish him off. I take his cock into my ass and
deep throat him in one swift motion. He gently grabs a handful of my hair
and holds onto it as I suck him to another orgasm. During the throws of
passion as the orgasm over takes him he pulls hard on my hair. I have to
pry his fingers open to get away from him.

Once the orgasm has passed he pulls me to him and hugs me, saying, "I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's ok. I know. I love you." I tell him.

"I love you, too." He says and we fall asleep in each others arms.