Part 3, ONE PART SUGAR, TWO PARTS TLC
Brian finished his bathroom duties,
including a little tidying up around his chute. ‘What a great, unexpected stroke
of luck,’ he decided, ‘that Steve wanted to check out The Rancho. He didn’t
know I wanted to check out the manager.’
Not to spoil the moment, he turned off
the bathroom light at the same time he opened the bathroom door. There was
Eric, lying on the turned-down bed, expectantly watching him move forward. It
wasn’t lost on Brian that the only illumination was candlelight. He also
noticed the lube and condoms.
“Hey, buddy,” Eric said. Both dicks were at that elongated,
flaccid state just before the hormones and blood kicked into overdrive.
‘Wow,’ Brian thought, as he drank in the
combination of Eric’s taut body, brilliant blue yes, pale Irish skin and soft,
black hair. He studier Eric’s hard, flat stomach with the line of hair that
started at the navel and continued downward to his trimmed pubes. Finally, his
unbelievably beautiful dick. ‘Just, fucking, wow.’ He moved over to the bed and
accepted Eric’s hand.
“Join me. I’ve been thinking
about this since 8:30 tonight, when you walked into the restaurant.
“You beat me by two
minutes,” Brian rejoined with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. He continued his
visual journey, noting the perfect, low-hanging orbs and his long, slender but
well-muscled legs.
Eric moved onto his side as he led Brian onto the bed. “I want to
warn you that I have every intention of granting your earlier wish.” Eric’s
lecherous intonations were not lost on Brian.
“Since I see your ‘wand’ getting hard, I figure that I must be
talking to the fairy prince?” Brian replied with a chuckle. He lay down on his
side and pressed closely to Eric’s warm body. He reached down and adjusted both
of their growing cocks so that they pointed upward against each other’s groin.
Brian kept his hand on Eric’s cock just long enough to stroke it a couple of times.
“If I’m the fairy prince, you must be the frog?” Eric widened his
eyes and licked his lips.
“Ribbit, ribbit,” Brian croaked. He vividly remembered yelling in
the living room that he wanted to get fucked.
“My wand definitely wants to get to know you better.” Eric leaned
over and placed his lips on Brian’s for an initial kiss. His tongue easily
entered Brian’s mouth. As the tongues maneuvered for dominance, the kiss became
more intense.
“Mmmm,” Brian groaned as he yielded to Eric’s tongue probe and
oral fuck. ‘I want his tongue really warmed up by the time it finds my butt,’
he thought. Brian wondered earlier if this was going to be a special night.
Now, he knew it.
Eric pulled away, just slightly, and said, “I haven’t felt this
way about another person for some time. Pinch me, so I know that it’s real.”
“It’s real for both of us.” Brian smiled and playfully tweaked
Eric’s nipple. “Just for the record, this isn’t just lust on my part.” The
smile became a grin as he analyzed his admission. Brian felt he was being drawn
into a heretofore-inexperienced vortex of human passion.
“Let’s get the lust part out of the way,” Eric said, as he rotated
around into a 69 position and licked the pearls of pre-cum from Brian’s seeping
piss slit. He worked his way around the glans and flared corona, before he
concentrated on the sensitive underside.
‘Hello, you beautiful dick,’ Brian thought, as he tentatively
moved his mouth forward. He inwardly chuckled at the parody of the famous
Barbara Streisand line.
“Mmmm.” Eric’s mumble and slight pelvic thrust forward was all the
encouragement needed.
“When in Rome,” Brian mumbled, as he reacted with delight and
duplicated his friend’s moves. He opened his throat and effortlessly took
Eric’s fat seven inches. Eric, he could feel, had made it only halfway on his
more slender eight. ‘Those eight inches would come in handy, later,’ he
thought, as he slowly started bobbing back and forth, ‘when it’s my turn at
bat.’ He had every intention of letting Eric go for it first.
Eric pulled up and said, “Okay, tiger, you’ve offered me a
challenge.” He started licking Brian’s cock and then dropped his mouth down its
full length.
Brian thought his hard dick, lodged in Eric’s throat, felt
incredible. While playing gently with Brian’s balls, Eric slowly moved up and
down.
Before Brian got totally lost in the sensations, the scenario of
what was happening flashed through his mind: the initial meeting, petting to
know each other, small talk, intellectual curiosity, adult foreplay and lustful
passion. ‘And…well, maybe the “L” word would be coming?’ he wondered.
They continued with soft sucking and long strokes. Gradually, Eric
started a more aggressive attack, introducing short oral jabs with his tongue
wrapping around Brian’s attentive dick.
‘Oh, shit,’ Brian thought, as he started running up to the edge.
But Eric seemed to sense it and moved his attention to Brian’s balls for a few
moments. Brian, in turn, knew when Eric was getting close and would change
strokes to cool him down. They repeated this many, many times.
Finally, Eric either missed Brian’s signals or ignored them and
ever so gently eased him up and over the emotional, sensual cliff. It was a gut
wrenching orgasm, and Brian erupted and ‘spasmed’ several times. While he was
going through this wonderful experience, Brian almost triggered Eric. Just in
time, he pulled away from Eric’s slick, throbbing cock.
“Saving me for the main event?” Eric asked in a fake pout and
whine.
“Um, hmmm,” Brian mumbled and nodded, as he moved and rotated
himself onto his back so that he was face to face with Eric.
“Then prepare yourself,” Eric replied with a grin, “to receive
your wish.” They lay, side by side, catching their breaths and calming their
libidos. Each stared into the other’s eyes, saying not a word. After a few
minutes, breathing returned to a normal pattern.
‘Showtime,’ Brian thought as he stroked Eric’s hair. The silent
message was understood, and Eric slowly rose and moved over to position his
knees between Brian’s legs.
After kissing his mouth, cheeks, eyes, ears and neck, Eric
methodically worked his way down Brian’s body, not missing any of his hotspots.
He detoured around Brian’s hardening dick and continued down to his knees.
Brian just lay there and groaned. On the way back up, Eric licked
and sucked on Brian’s low hangers. Brian opened his legs to give Eric better
access.
“You’re a beautiful man,” Eric said in a low voice. “A few minutes
ago was great, raw sex. This will be different.”
I cherish these moments, lover.” ‘Did he pick up on my meaning?’
Brian wondered.
With a spit-slicked finger, Eric stroked under Brian’s balls and
then moved downward. His finger reached Brian’s pucker and massaged it. ‘This
is it,’ Brian realized.
“Don’t go ‘way,’ Eric said, as he reached over to the nightstand
for the lube and a condom.
“Never,” Brian mumbled, too excited to move.
‘He lubed his fingers,’ Brian judged. He wasn’t watching, just
lying back in anticipation. While Eric was rubbing the pucker with his finger,
his tongue was back working Brian’s balls. He then tongued the length of
Brian’s dick. “Oh, fuck,” Brian gasped, as he arched his back.
Eric’s finger massaged in circles and then gently slipped in. ‘It
felt so good,’ he thought, as he groaned.
“Like that, big boy?’ asked Eric. He held the finger still, then
pushed a little further in a stopped again. Now, the circular motions were
stretching the muscles. Brian thought that it was feeling even better and
spread his legs further.
“Mmmmm, tight,” Eric crooned.
“I’m not a virgin,” Brian answered, “But it’s been a while.”
Just when Brian felt relaxed, Eric added another finger,
continuing the circular motions and moving in and out slowly. Larger circles then another finger.
Brian wanted Eric’s plum, veined, steel-hard dick there so badly
he was in agony. “Please,” he begged with a masculine whimper.
Eric’s fingers slipped out and he quickly rolled on protection,
lubed up his pole, then Brian’s. Brian pulled his knees up to his biceps and
moved into position. Eric fingered the hole again, and Brian was ready to
scream, ‘Just do it,’ like the Nike ads.
The spongy tip of Eric’s glans replaced his finger, and Brian
could feel a slight pressure. It was quite a bit bigger than the fingers had
been, but Brian wanted it so bad that would’ve taken a gigantic cucumber.
Another push, and Eric was in. Brian felt the hot, hard, stinging
sensation that went away quickly. Eric held still, waiting for Brian’s signal
to continue.
Brian nodded, and Eric moved forward. Brian could feel him sliding
in. Eric would pause, back up a half-inch or so, then go forward. He continued
this until Brian could feel Eric’s shaved balls resting against his butt.
When Eric pause, Brian let his legs slide down from his shoulders
and wrapped them around his hot, loving bed partner. Eric leaned forward and
kissed Brian.
‘Shit,’ Brian thought, ‘I almost lost it right there.’
With their lips locked, Eric started withdrawal. The rim of his
flared dickhead raked the prostate, and Brian felt it in every fiber of his
being. Eric continued back until only the corona was in.
On the down stroke, Brian sensed that Eric was concentrating on
his prostate, as the hard cock moved back and forth on it a few times before
burying itself. Never in his life had Brian ever felt anything like this; the
sensations were indescribable. It was like a continuous orgasm.
The strokes continued, with Eric stopping to give the prostate a
few extra rubs on the way out and again on the way back in. Brian wanted him to speed up to end this
exquisite agony, and then, he didn’t want it to ever end. Eric continued a
variety of strokes; some short, some long, some twisted.
‘I don’t think it can get any better,’ Brian thought. But it did.
“I cant’ get enough of you, you beautiful fucker,” Eric said with
caring huskiness.
A wave of sensation and emotion swept over Brian; he pulled Eric
into him with him arms and legs, and with a feeling of total oneness, Brian’s
body took on a mind of its own. He twitched, spasmed, jerked and thrashed
around totally out of control as Eric’s cock pumped and stimulated Brian’s love
nut.
“Oh Christ…drill me,” yelled Brian. The intensity was at a
crescendo and he never wanted it to end. He felt Eric throbbing and shooting
his latex-covered dick inside of him, and that seemed to heighten what he was
feeling. For the second time that evening, Brian expelled another load of
jizz…this time on his chest and stomach. He couldn’t remember the last time he
had two orgasms so close to each other.
The two young men were a sweaty, sticky pile of flesh. Brian felt
little spasms run through his body as they slowly came down. He knew it was one
of the most memorable experiences of his life.
Brian never wanted Eric’s dick to come out of him. It made him
feel full, but so wonderfully content. Gradually, Eric softened and eventually
slid out, holding his condom at the base. It was gradual, so Brian’s need
wasn’t suddenly left empty. His feeling of contentment and belonging had never
been stronger. ‘What just happened was not your garden-variety fuck,’ Brian
considered, with glowing satisfaction.
“That was so fucking hot,” Eric groaned.
“It wasn’t bad,” Brian said with a wink. ‘How do I tell him that
this was the most awesome, emotional, orgasmic high of my young life?’ he
wondered.
“Don’t give me that. You loved every minute of it.”
“Yeah, it was pretty special,” Brian said with a sigh. “You hit
some new spots and it felt wonderful.” His mind-bending ejaculation had
occurred without any stimulation to his dick at all. ‘I don’t even remember my
dick,’ Brian considered.
“We need clean sheets,” Eric mumbled with a smile. He removed the
spent rubber and tied a knot at the end.
The spell was broken. “And a shower, too. Jeez, I really made a
big mess.” Brian looked at both bodies and chuckled. Eric joined him in the
laughter.
“About as much as I did. That was a fantastic experience, buddy,”
Eric said, as their laughter subsided. “As you said, it was really special.”
“I bet you say that to all the guys?” Brian asked with playful
indignation.
“No, I meant it. I’ve never experienced this with anyone. It was
beyond special.” Eric leaned over and gave Brian a little love peck.
“Um, me too. We need to talk about this.” Brian was search for a
way to properly express his feelings. He was convinced that this was his big
head, not the smaller one, thinking.
“Yeah, I agree. But first things first. Why don’t you get your ass
in there and start the shower?’ Eric said, pointing to the bathroom.
“You mean my well-used ass. Okay, see you in a sec.” Brian slowly
got off the bed, turned to look at Eric, winked and walked away.
“I’ll get some new sheets, change the bed and join you,” Eric
called from behind.
“Is your shower big enough for two?” Brian asked as a challenge,
as he considered the standard bathtub-shower combination.
“It’s only been me and my ducky in the past. Somehow we’ll manage,
not stuff,” Eric replied with a laugh.
“Then get in here soon. This ducky wants to quack.”
Brian stopped first for a long, overdue pee before turning on the
shower. While the temperature of the water heated, he looked at his face in the
mirror. Aside from the unruly bed head and the crustiness of drying semen on
his chest, he noticed the glow of contentment on his face. ‘What a change just
five hours can make,’ he thought.
Satisfied that the slower water was warm enough, he slid the tub
door panel back, stepped into the tub, closed the panel and enjoyed the first
contact of pulsating bullets of moisture coming from the showerhead. Brian
adjusted the setting on the head and aimed the water at his chest. What has
been warm, erotic-fragranced evidence of his earlier sexual release was now a
dry and crusty remnant.
He closed his eyes and held his head under the water. While
thinking about his host, Brian quietly slid back the door panel.
“Wow, my ducky is all grown up,” Eric said, as he came up behind
Brian. After closing the panel, he stood close and brought his hand around to
Brian’s chest. He started circular motions, while moving even closer. Brian
felt vulnerable and excited as Eric’s warm fingers started playing with his
chest hairs, areola and nipples.
“Quack, quack, you delicious pervert,” Brian replied, as he backed
his buns into Eric’s waiting crotch. He smiled when he felt Eric’s penis
hardening, as it was slowly ground into his crack.
“Not as tasty as you,” Eric said, bringing his hands down to
Brian’s abs. He leaned forward and kissed Brian’s neck, while he played with
his show mate’s navel and treasure trail. Going further, he passed over Brian’s
pubes and landed at the base of his growing cock.
“Yeah, that’s nice,” Brian growled. He was becoming fully aroused
and Eric methodically started rubbing his dickhead and balls.
“It sure it.” Eric nibbled at Brian’s earlobe as he started
stroking his friend’s erect penis. Although it had seen recent action, Brian
was aware that it was not only hard as a rock; it was again leading beads of
pre-cum.
“Babe, you turn me on.”
“That’s the idea. Turn around,” Eric softly commanded.
‘Fuck,’ Brian thought, ‘I’ll do anything this stud wants.’ He
slowly rotated 180 degrees to allow Eric frontal access. Wit natural
synchronization, Eric lowered himself, wrapped his lips around Brian’s cock,
and Brian placed his hands on Eric’s wet head. Brian started to slowly fuck Eric’s
face.
“Mmmmm, Eric hummed while his tongue bathed Brian’s glans and piss
slit. The vibration of the hum was more intense, as Eric took the shaft. Brian
could feel his dick tip enter Eric’s throat. The humming continued, as Brian
sped up his pumping action.
“I think I’m…oh, fuck…yeah…shit, babe…urghh,” Brian yelled. His
sensory levels began to overload.
Eric increased the verbal vibrations while he vigorously massaged
Brian’s tightening balls. His wet finger found its way to Brian’s anal opening
and entered the recently used love chute. Without difficultly, Eric found
Brian’s hardened prostate.
“Kee-rist, you cocksucker…oh, oh, oh…ahhh.” Brian tensed,
shuttered, grabbed Eric’s head like a vise and started shooting a fresh batch
of spunk into Eric’s eager mouth. One, two three…Brian was cumming like a teen
lad in heat.
Not a drop was spilled. Brian stopped pumping as the last
discharge entered Eric’s mouth. He was aware that only his dickhead, now a
little sensitive, was parked inside. Slowly, Eric pulled back to allow Brian’s
spent cock to exit. Then, he rose.
“Babe, I really got off having you in my mouth,” Eric said,
looking into Brian’s eyes. He tenderly placed his lips on Brian’s and entered
his mouth with a cum-laden tongue.
Brian hungrily accepted Eric’s deposit of saliva and semen. He was
no stranger to tasting his own cum. But to have it offered as a by-product of a
kiss from a man with whom he was becoming attached was moment to cherish. Brian
reached down and stroked Eric’s dick and nut sac. He pulled back and said, “But
you didn’t get off down there.” He tugged at Eric’s balls for emphasis.
“I’m good for the night,” Eric replied with raised eyebrows and a
smile. “Us old farts need to save something for morning sex. You’re the one who
said you like cream when you wake up.” They both laughed at Eric’s analogy.
“I hardly think that 32 is an old fart. You’re only two years
older than me. But if ya wanna wait, I’ll respect that.”
“Believe me, it’ll be worth it.
In the meantime let’s take a real shower and get some rest. Tomorrow
morning I want to know all about this man who si stealing my heart.” Eric
looked deeper into Brian’s eyes and gave him a light peck on the lips.
“And I want to know more about you. There’s something happening
that I like,” Brian said, before he returned the kiss.
The two men proceeded to ‘suds up’, rinse, and dry each other. By
the time they it the bed, both were ready for some sleep. Eric pulled up the
fresh top sheet for cover and rolled to his side, facing Brian. Brian got the
message and moved to his side so Eric could ease into a spoon position; Eric’s
chest against Brian’s back.
“Night, love,” Eric said softly.
“Night,” ‘Yeah,’ he thought, ‘love.’ He smiled when he felt Eric’s
arm wrap itself around him.
*****
Eric was in a deep sleep when he became aware of two things: an
incredibly nice man lying next to him with their positions reversed and the
telephone ringing. He opened one eye and saw the digital clock reading 6:33
a.m. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, ‘who would be calling at this ungodly hour?’
“Mmmm,” Brian audibly sighed, as he rolled over on his back.
The phone rang again. Eric, free of his bed companion, leaned over
to check the called I.D. number. ‘804. Where the hell is that area code?’ he
wondered. On the fourth ring, it dawned on him that it was Richmond, Virginia.
‘Must be Brenda?’
He reached over and grabbed the telephone receiver. “Hello?”
~~~ “Hello. Is this Eric Michael Flynn?”
“Yes, that’s my full name. Who’s this?” Eric was now fully awake
and attentive.
~~~ “This is Mrs. Tulliver from the Henrico County Child
Protective Services in Richmond, Virginia. Sorry to be calling at such an early
hour out there in California, but I’m urgently trying to track down the father
of a 12 year old boy by the name of Mike Summers.”
“Um, I’m the father of a 12 year old boy that was baptized Eric
Michael Flynn, Junior. Summers is the maiden name of my ex-wife, Brenda
Summers. She must have changed the boy’s name. She cut off all communication
several years ago.”
~~~ “That’s what we figured. We need to talk to you about your
child.”
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TO BE CONTINUED