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Among the Stars
Chapter 11
Cody
I woke up with a need to pee and drink. I didn't know which was worse. My mouth was drier than sand and my bladder felt as if it were holding gallons. I opened my eyes and saw myself looking at a painting on the ceiling.
I felt a hand in mine. I turned my head and saw the most beautiful sight. The person I loved more than ever was sleeping with his head on the bed beside me. My hand was between his. It was like he was holding on so I wouldn't fall off a cliff. I felt a tear run down my cheek. At the same time, I smiled.
I reached over to touch his soft dark hair. I loved the feel of it. It was soft and silky. Sometimes at night I would wake up and run my fingers through it. I would hold it to my nose a breath in the scent of the apple shampoo he loved.
If someone was to tell me four months ago that I would madly in love with another man I would have thought them madder than rabid dog. I was though. There was nothing more I wanted than to love hold and protect this man. To the world he was a super star. To me, though he was more than that. He was my reason for existing. He was my sunrise and my sunset.
"That feels good. I love when you do that at night."
Busted, but it didn't matter. "I love doing it." I whispered. My voice cracking.
He turned his head towards me and smiled and kissed me on my lips. I watch as he made a face. "Jarhead, I love you but your breath stinks." He giggled.
"Been a few hours since I brushed my teeth. And I need to pee so bad I could put out a brush fire."
"I bet. Though you should know you've been asleep for four days." He said grabbing a urinal for me to pee in. Much to my surprise he just lifted my blanket and flopped my dick inside. I just smiled and let loose a stream. I felt like I was going to never stop and overflow the thing, but I didn't. Once I was done he shook off the drops and set the thing on the night stand.
"So do you have to make up a concert, now?"
"Nope. I made the concert. Though I added a small one in a club. Harry's birthday gift."
"So they aren't going to extradite you to Italy?"
"Charges were dropped. Pope Francis intervened a bit."
"You're kidding?"
"Well it was more of a statement type of intervening. I quote; `the expression of love in a public venue whether in song, dance or a kiss is thing of beauty and gift from God.' End quote."
"Wow. That's cool! Almost makes me want to convert to Roman Catholic."
"I wouldn't go that far. But this Pope has an open mind, so it's a start."
"Yeah. I guess." I laughed. "So we still at that palace?"
"Nope, Dunshire Castle."
"Whose castle is that?"
"Mine." He said smiling.
"You're full of secrets dude." I laughed.
Jason
After talking to Cody for a few more minutes, I left him when the doctor came in to examine him. I went down to the large kitchen and rummaged in the refrigerator for something to eat. I heard an "ahem" behind me. I turned and saw the portly little Mrs. Gleans standing there staring at me. She was not only the cook but pretty much ran the small castle with her husband.
Though I have only met her for times prior to this trip I had learned she considered this her domain and didn't like anyone in it. I felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I smiled what I hoped was a winning, "Don't scold me smile!" British have a way of saying something nice, but you still feel scolded.
She waved me away and shooed me out of the kitchen. I walked back up the stone steps to the second level and back to the master suite where Cody was. Most people think castles are cold and drafty. They're right. But in the summer that's a good thing. I walked back into the bedroom. The doctor was finishing up his examination.
"So what's the verdict Doc?" asked Cody. I knew he was wanting to get out of the bed.
"Well, young man I think you can move around a bit, to get some exercise. As long as you don't overdo it." he replied.
Cody pushed back the sheets ready to get moving. "Slowly, Mr. Dawson."
"You have been sedated for a fortnight. I recommend you take a shower."
Despite the doctor's warning, Cody stood up only to fall back on his ass. I couldn't help giggle. Cody gave me the evil eyes but smiled a second later. "Guess I'll just sit here for a few minutes."
After the doctor left I sat on the bed next Cody. He definitely needed a shower. Usually his body odor was sexy. Right now, though he smelled beyond any word other than horrible. He lifted his arms to stretch and I thought I was going to pass out.
"Bruh, you stink put your arms down." I said covering my nose.
He laughed then pushed me back on the bed. He shoved my head under his arm pit. I gagged and pushed him away. He rolled over and laughed. I rolled over on my side and looked at him as I gasped for clean air. "And to think, I was going to say yes to your marriage proposal. Not a chance now buddy boy." I said getting up.
I felt him grab the back of my shorts and pull me back. I laughed as I fell back against him. He turned me around slowly on his lap and kissed me. I returned the kiss. Deepening it as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I forgot everything, including the body odor emanating from him. I almost cried in protest when he broke the kiss.
"I need that shower. I about to gag myself from me stank."
"What no Codyisms for your body stank?"
"There ain't nothing to describe the stank." He said as I helped him stand up.
We slowly walked to the shower. Cody was doing well, but was still a bit unsteady. I pulled down his PJ bottoms after I had started the shower. I then kicked off my shoes and shucked all of my clothes and guided him into the shower. Not surprisingly he was hard. I stepped out and got him a shower stool as he let the water run over him.
Once I had him sitting down I got the bath gel and lathered him up, starting with his pits. Even without exercise, his body was toned and muscular. I loved rubbing my hands over his chest, arms and sexy eight-pack abs. I washed his hair and smiled when he closed his eyes and moaned. His blonde hair was thick and luxurious. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against my stomach as I rinsed and washed it again.
I knelt down and started to wash his feet, moving up to his calves and thighs. I then washed under his balls, and moved on up to wash his orbs. He shifted forward exposing his ass more. I washed between his cheeks running my fingers against his hole. I felt it twitch slightly, as I washed the area. I then soaped up my hands and started to wash his pole. I looked up and he was watching my every move.
I started to stroke the hard shaft. It didn't take long before I felt his leg muscles tighten up. I let go of his cock and let the water wash off the soap. I then started to stroke him again. It only took a minute until he was back to that point again. He moaned as he arched upward. I covered the head of his cock with my mouth as he started dumping a huge load of jizz. After what seemed a gallon of it he relaxed.
Cody pulled me up and kissed me deeply, but didn't try to slip his tongue into my mouth. He broke the kiss and rested his head on my shoulder before pushing me back and getting me to stand in front of him. I stood in shock as he leaned forward and sucked my cock into his mouth. His hands kneading my butt as he sucked and moaned on my dick.
I watched as he swallowed my cock down to my hilt. His cock was hard again. I moaned loudly when I felt him insert a finger into my hole. I held onto his shoulders as he sucked and inserted another into my hole. I felt his fingers pushing against my prostate, making me go over the top. I felt my cock explode into his mouth. He greedily swallowed every drop. When I was done shooting he kept sucking until my cock was soft.
Seeing his hard cock, I straddled him I lowered myself onto his tool. I took it easily, ignoring any discomfort. I moaned as I hit bottom. I push down harder. As he pushed upward. I rode him fast and hard. He stood up with me still on his cock he pushed me against the wall as he pounded into me.
It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I didn't care though. I wanted more now than I ever did. He was my heart and soul. We stared into each other eyes as he pounded his dick deep inside. He hit spots that only he knew about inside me. He knew what do, how to make me feel good to feel that pleasure that only he could create. I felt his cock swell up inside me. I heard him grunt then he kissed me. Our bodies and mouths were not our own. They had become one as he dumped his seed into me.
When we went back into the room, there was a tray of sandwiches on the table. We sat down and devoured the food without saying a word. None were needed. We both knew what the other was feeling. Like our bodies earlier our souls, our very beings were now one.
Cody
The plane touched down. I was happy but partly sad. The tour was winding up. We had a three week break before the final twelve concerts in the United States. Though I was still sore, I was feeling strong. I was ready for the last phase of the tour. Jason watched me like a hawk. Any sign of me looking tired he made me rest. I'd never admit it, but I was grateful for that.
I looked out at Ronald Regan International Airport. There three back Cadillac SUV's there with miniature American flags on the front. I was nervous. I knew that we were invited to the Whitehouse, and had thought I had mentally prepped myself. Seeing the cars as the plane was coming to a stop. I become as nervous as chicken with a fox outside the hen house.
"Ready?" Jason said as stared out the window.
"No. But I ain't got no choice do I?"
"Sure you do. I can tell him you were tired and went to lay down."
"Nope you ain't taking that ass anywhere out of my sight." He said pulling me down onto his lap and kissing me.
"Let's go then." I said laughing and getting up.
I have to admit, I was as scared as pig in a butcher shop to meet the President and First Lady. Their daughters were cute, while they gushed over Jason and somewhat me. Although I couldn't lose my southern boy accent, I could avoid using what JC referred to as Codyisms. Though I know he loved them.
We had a small lunch. Mainly because there was a state dinner tonight, which we were guests at. We spent most of the day with Malia and Sasha. It was a fun day in whole. We were given a bedroom in order to take a nap in. Also to shower and change in. We chose the Lincoln room mainly because neither one of us liked the pink walls in the Queen's room.
We both laid down on the bed. I felt a little weird, because of the fact that it was Lincoln's bed. I mentioned that to him and he just giggled. "Wait till you sleep in my bed. It was a gift from her majesty. It's older than the house."
I dozed off, listening to Jason breath as he laid almost on top of me. I heard a tap on the door. I called out "It's open." When I didn't hear the door open I opened my eyes and saw what I thought was bull shit stories. He was standing there staring down at us. He was six foot four. I knew instinctively who it was. I saw him smile at us nod and leave. I didn't mention it to anyone. I don't know if I dreamt it or what but it was weird.
The dinner was elaborate. I would have been nervous if not for Jason. And to my surprise, Prince Harry. There were so many utensils beside my plate, I just watched Jason and Harry, to see which ones to use for each thing. There were a total of two hundred people at the dinner. Minus the girls and not including the President and First lady. The guests were celebrities, politicians, and diplomats.
I was just glad that Harry was seated at a table close to us. He was talking with some younger lady, but I could tell he was bored. I looked over at Jason and he looked a little pale. He smiled and excused himself and went to the restroom. After three minutes, he came back looking normal. I had to admire him in his tux. I hoped I looked half as good, but I knew I did, because as soon as Jason saw me he threw some serious wood. I was still concerned so I leaned over and whispered "You okay bro?" Before he could answer, Harry leaned back in his chair.
"Sorry Jazzy, should have warned you that the spread had caviar in it." He giggled. I had to admit, I wasn't into red heads, but Harry was adorable. Oh fuck man, I was looking at guys now. Oh well, I am in love and engaged to one.
Jason gave him a dirty look, which made Harry sit forward again quickly. I don't think many people could say and do the stuff Jason did to a member of the British Royal Family. During the week of recovering after I woke up, Harry was a regular figure at the castle. Jason and him constantly snipped, teased, and played jokes on each other.
As the dinner progressed, I talked with some of the other guests at our table. The one person I could tell that Jason did not want to talk to was the Land Tycoon Trump and his current wife Melanie. I have to admit, I was getting annoyed about hearing how great he was. I of course knew who he was. Though I never paid any attention to him. I was surprised he was here, after all the nasty comments he made about the current president.
Jason and I couldn't get away from them fast enough. We quickly found Harry and stayed by him. Jason had agreed to sing and entertain. He chose a few ballads to sing, and one up beat for Melanie and Sasha who were allowed to join the entertainment. I sat with Harry. The Obama girls on the other side. The sad part was that Trump and his wife sat on his other side.
As Jason sung, the Trumps kept talking. Harry I guess had enough. "Excuse me, you may not want to listen to the entertainment but I happen to want to, so will you please not talk while he is performing." Harry used a tone that basically said shut the fuck up. I couldn't help let out a snicker.
They were quiet the rest of the concert. They last song Jason did was Hazard. I heard Trump say "Oh, not the fag song." I leaned over and whispered across Harry "Do you mind watching your foul language? There are two children here, who heard your nasty words." He gave me the bird and ignored me.
I got up and took the girls hands and to the Secret Service agent closest to him. I told her about Trumps comments. I then took them up front where we sat on the floor in front of Jason. He smiled at us and sung the song with all his heart. The girls were thrilled. When he sung the last note they jumped up and hugged him.
I looked back, and the Secret Service was directing the Trumps out the door. The rest of the evening we just mingled with the other guests. At some point, Mrs. Obama came up to me and pulled me aside. We walked to an empty corner. She nodded to the Secret Service agent that followed, and they stood back out of ear shot. But close enough to do his job.
"I want to thank you for Informing Agent Williams about the language being used. Though the girls have heard that language, we do not allow it in the Whitehouse. I can assure you this, that man will not be near my children again." She said holding my arm.
"You're welcome. But it's not needed. No one needs to hear that pig's comments ma'am, especially children."
"I have to agree with you. I wasn't all that happy that he was on the guest list."
"You weren't the only one dear." Said a soft baritone voice behind me. I turned and saw the President standing beside me.
I felt myself blush a bit. Fortunately, they either didn't notice or just too polite to say so. We returned to the rest of the quests. I slipped up beside Jason and took his hand. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand. It was interesting talking to so many different people. Some were American, some celebrities, some were from foreign embassies. It didn't matter to me. Jason never stopped touching me, whether holding my hand or my arm around his back.
It was now almost midnight, and the guests were leaving. I mentioned to Jason about getting our gear from the bedroom. "Oh sorry babe. I forgot to tell you we were invited to stay the night." He said
I felt a shiver go down my back. It must have showed on my face as we walked up to the Obamas. "Is something the matter Cody?' The President asked me.
I ended up telling them about what I saw earlier. Ten minutes later, they both agreed that it was bit creepy, but not uncommon to see the former president. They told me about Winston Churchill's experience.
British Prime Minister Winston Churchill loved to retire late, take a long, hot bath while drinking a Scotch, and smoke a cigar and relax. On this occasion, he climbed out of the bath, with only his cigar, walked into the bedroom. He was startled to see Lincoln standing by the fireplace in the room, leaning on the mantle. Churchill, always quick on the uptake, but considerably caught off guard. Took his cigar out of his mouth and said "Good evening, Mr. President. You seem to have me at a disadvantage." Lincoln smiled softly, as if laughing and disappeared.
We were joined by Harry. "Hey mates. Want to switch rooms? Mine's a better fit for you puffers."
Before The Obama's could react, Jason said "Bite me Harry. You're just a closet case. Enjoy the puffer side of you for the night."
We said our good nights. Harry went to his pink room, also known as the Queen's bedroom. We went to the Lincoln bedroom. After a quick shower, we crawled into bed. When I heard a tapping on the door I went stiff. I looked over at Jason and he smiled. I watched as he got up and answered the door.
"Sorry gents, but I can't sleep in that room. Just a bit odd to sleep in a bed that my granny slept in." Said Harry as he came walking in with a pillow.
"You think sleeping in the bed of a murdered president is better?"
"Hah not like you have to worry about him getting in bed with us." Said Harry.
"US?" I asked.
"You don't expect a Prince to sleep in a chair or on the floor do you?"
"Yes." Jason and I said in unison.
He looked at us, then the big bed and frowned. He gave us the puppy eyes. We couldn't help but laugh. Jason threw back the covers and Harry slipped in. "Don't get any ideas with my man. Your dick may be royal, but get to friendly and you will end with a royal pain in the ass!" I smirked.
"Got the message Mr. Dawson, sir!" he saluted.
"Oh by the way Harry. Don't be shocked if that dead president doesn't get in bed with us." Said Jason
"Yeah heard about those rumors of Lincoln's ghost haunting the room. Can't say I believe it until I see it."
We related the story of his earlier visit. Jason related that there were rumors that Abraham Lincoln may have been gay or bisexual. I have to admit, I never heard that, so he filled us in on Joshua Speed and David Dickerson. I finished with: "He seemed to approve of Jason and I cuddled up in bed together."
When I woke the next morning, Harry and I had Jason as the filling in a man sandwich. I dozed off again to wake up with Harry's dick poking my side. Jason was on top of me. I felt his lips on my neck and his dick grinding against mine. I knew I was precumming. I whispered; "Baby stop. Remember where we are."
He moaned and heard Harry moan too. I looked over at him and he grinned. "You're bit of a wet blanket mate."
I looked at Jason with a question. "I wanted to watch just once, not partake Cody." Harry said as he got out of bed. I was shocked at the size of the outline his dick made in his Levi's briefs. He was almost as big as me. Jason laughed at me when he saw my eyes fixed on it.
"Can't have the crown jewels mate." Harry laughed as he flipped it out and swung it before running to the bathroom.
"Not the first time I seen it. I saw it in Afghanistan when I bunked with him and his unit." Jason said. When I looked at him. I understood the concept of not much room for modesty there.
By noon, we were at the airport taking off for Dallas. The next few weeks were busy. I usually came out and joined Jason for the song. In between times, we made preparations for our wedding. We set the date for December 13th, 2014.
Jason did a great performance on his second concert in Philadelphia. It was also the last concert of the tour. It was longer than any of the others, and it was televised live worldwide. It was actually the fifth concert of the tour to be televised. I spent half a dozen songs out with him on stage. I was getting comfortable out there.
Philadelphia was his home. He had bought an old but huge mansion called Lynnwood Hall. I stood on thirty-three acres just outside of the city. He had paid an astronomical amount of money to restore it. It was old world glamour. I fell in love with it. The only people besides us were the butler and a cook. Other than that, he used a cleaning crew who came in daily. The house was massive with a total of thirty bedrooms. They had to clean two floors daily then go back and do touch ups on Fridays.
As the day started to come to a close, Jason and I were getting excited. I had decided that no sex until the wedding night. Something I really regret now... I'm more horny than a bitch in heat. I was a walking, talking hard on. Twice, when Jason just caressed my back I came in my pants.
Two days away they were turning the house upside down. The ballroom was being decorated in a Christmas white look. The tables around the massive room were set for the two hundred guests. I was waiting though for one special quest. Kimmy was coming today. We had kept in touch throughout the tour. When I told her about Jason and me, she didn't seem too surprised. Though she did sound sad.
I heard the gate house phone calling. I picked it up. I told them to let Kimmy's Taxi in.
I watched on the front steps as the car came up the long drive from the far corner of the property. There were cameras all over the property. I could have watched from the monitors in the security room. I just wanted to be out front when she stepped out of the car.
As the car stopped and her door opened I bolted down the steps towards her. When she stepped out, I stopped and stared. She had the biggest fucking belly. She had to be almost ready to pop. I stepped forward. I hugged her and placed my hand on her belly.
"How come you didn't tell me you got knocked up?"
"Nice Cody. Why do you think?"
I thought about it. Oh fuck. What do I do? How do I tell Jason? Oh man damn. I plopped down onto the marble steps leading up to the house. I stared up at her. I felt strange. I was going to be a daddy. What do I do? Call off the wedding to Jason and marry her? Will she want to marry me? I love Jason with all my heart. I know the one I want, but I need to do what's right. I can't hurt Jason though. I'd be miserable without him. Oh fuck me.
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