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This document contains homosexual themes and acts. If you are underage or don't like the subject, then don't read it.
The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Author's Note
This chapter is a bit lighter, less intense and more fun than Chapters 4 and 5. There is another chapter written.
Previously
He arrived back to Thomas lying on the couch with his iPad. "Hey you are awake. I hope I didn't wake you this morning when I left."
"It's 3. I got 6 or 7 hours sleep. Slept like a baby. I must have taken the best sleeping pill in the world. It wasn't even hard to swallow. Well it was so small."
The image of Thomas, this morning, swallowing him all the way flashed across his brain. "Very clever but we are going to eat, food, now. You have to be gone by 6. They ate a wonderful meal that Sean put on the table for him.
"So what is up tonight? I am going to have a quiet night. Watch some movies on TV and read the new mystery by J. K. Rollings, The Cuckoo's Calling. It has pretty good reviews. I need a fucking rest." He sighed as if he were incredibly tired.
Thomas shook his head in mock disgust. "Poor boy! No stamina!" He paused smirking at him. "How about a bike ride tomorrow afternoon. I have Monday off before I go on day shift and then we leave on Friday for the July 1st get together at my parents." The plans were made.
Present
The rest of the week was busy but they had it under control and were in the car heading out of the city by 9:30. It would have been earlier but as Sean pointed out, Thomas had some urges that needed taking care of in the early morning. There was some loud and humorous arguments about whose urges needed taking care of. They left in good spirits. It was a two hour trip and Sean became a little nervous as they got closer to the cottage.
"Big guy, be yourself. Dad is the one who is the most problematic. Oh, they accept my orientation in theory but I know that Dad has some reservations. Yes, this is the first time that I have brought someone but Mom is OK and my sister, Jane is fine as is Brian, her husband. James, the oldest at 11 and Kevin at 9 are really nice kids and you will have a ball with them. Remember, Dad loves hockey. He can discus it for ever. Boring." They both chuckled.
The welcome was warm, especially by his Mom. Jane and family had not arrived yet. They had brought some food for lunch and some really rich desserts for the evening meal. They planned on going into town on Saturday or Sunday for supplies. He had a really good bottle of bourbon for his Dad and lots of red and white wine for everyone. Bourbon wasn't his favourite but it was his Dad's.
They put their stuff in his old room and came out to show Sean around. It really was a summer home. His Dad owned a Canadian Tire franchise. He had done a good job running it and he was not poor. They had bought a virtually derelict cabin on 100 feet of prime water front in the late 80s and his Mom had convinced his Dad to build a nice cottage/home. Not quite his style but it was nice. It had what he called hot and cold running everything: air conditioning if the humidity was too high, satellite dish with flat screen TV, his least favourite thing for a cottage, dishwasher, automatic coffee maker, microwave etc., etc. They had a paddle boat, canoes and a power boat for water skiing/boarding.
Sean was overwhelmed. As he said, this was more than his parents even dreamed about for a home. Sean had alluded to his parents and family several times but had seemed reluctant to go further. Thomas would have to find out more at another time.
They had a good lunch and when Jane and family arrived things really went into overdrive. He really liked his nephews and they were close. They latched onto Sean almost immediately. He saw yet another side to him. Informal even silly with the kids. They loved it. They all had a good raucous lunch on the screened in front porch. In the early afternoon, Thomas suggested a swim to the boys and they were ecstatic. Sean shone. He chased the boys, took them out into the deeper water, played and joked with them. They promised to take them for a canoe outing and games in the evening. No satellite TV tonight.
Thomas was sitting on the porch reading when his Dad came up to him late in the afternoon. He sat down with his bourbon and offered him some. They sipped together. "You guys had a lot of fun this afternoon. The kids really enjoyed it. I noticed that all Sean's and your stuff is in your room."
Thomas knew immediately where this was heading. "Yeah. It is going to be a little cramped but I have been camping." He tried to act as if there was no issue but he knew differently.
"Are you sure of this?"
"Sure of what Dad?"
"Son, don't play games with me. I negotiate and deal with big issues everyday."
"Dad, I make decisions about life and death at 3 in the morning by myself. I have a number of interns under me. I make decisions about them too." Then he decided on silence and looked at his Dad. Then he decided against it. "In fact, Dad your question was quite general. Am I sure about my orientation, about my relationship with Sean, about being in that bedroom? Although I guess from the syntax of your sentence, your were talking about two guy's stuff in the same room and were we going to be sleeping together? Dad how many guys slept with Jane before Brian under this roof, with you present. And don't dare tell that that is different."
"Mm, I have to say that you don't miss much or mince words. I am worried about the influence on James and Kevin."
Thomas shook his head and exhaled in frustration. "Dad, seeing me and Sean sleeping in the same room will not make them gay. I think it is genetic, be that as it may. Dad I hope to be a role model for the guys. Not someone to follow but someone to know as a strong, smart, masculine guy who happens to sleep with a man. The kids see and hear so many things now. When they hear the word fag, and they will, I want them to know that the stereotypes of the fag are wrong. I hope they will say to themselves Uncle Thomas and Uncle Sean aren't like that. By the way, when you were in your teens dreaming of tits and pussy, I was dreaming of erections and hairy chests." He was close to tears he was so emotional. "Dad I wouldn't wish being gay on my worst enemy."
Dad was chuckling. A good sign. "Son, I see a new side of you. Don't mess with Thomas."
"Sean, said something like that to me a while back." He chuckled again.
"Oh son, is it that bad?"
"It is getting better. I was at the rink a few weeks ago at one of Sean's hockey games and one of his friends got hurt. I had to tell the medic I called to let Peter, his partner, to go in the ambulance and to not let any 'only family stuff' go on. I know the medic well so he did it for me. Another medic? Sean and I can't be demonstrative in public, not that we want to be but we can't. I still get looks when people find out about me. It is as if I have suddenly changed. I never know if it is pity, fear or repulsion."
"Sorry son, I guess this is the first time we have really talked about this or the first time I have really listened. Tell me about Sean. A good hockey player?"
"Dad, he plays forward and he skates like the wind and has a slap shot many NHL players would pay for. Stick handling and skating, like a ballet dance. Tough. The opponents don't mess with him. Funny, thoughtful and tender. He is the first man I have wanted to announce to the world. You saw him with the kids today. That is Sean. We have a little disagreement over which is a real man's sport, hockey or soccer. Don't smile like that!" It was a nice way to end the conversation.
They had a great canoe ride with the boys. That night everyone could hear them playing Sorry in the kitchen with the kids. Sean was being his beastly best. They all ganged up on Sean to make him lose at the last moment. You could hear the threats all over the cottage.
They made love very quietly that night. In fact, for the first time, they went into a 69 and never changed. Sean was great with his mouth and could almost take all of him. They figured that would make less noise. Thomas forgot about how much sounds his guy made when he was passionate. Thomas managed to keep him quiet. It was probably Thomas who made the most sounds when Sean put two fingers in him and sent him over to an amazing climax. They finished close together. Thomas asked him to save some for him and they shared when they were finished. Not sure why that was so sexy but it was and is.
Sean was amazed at the whole day. Thomas was so glad he had brought him. They heard noise outside the room the next morning. Sean looked at him. "Thomas, I think I hear some little rats outside our room. Should we go and capture them?" They heard feet scurrying away. They got up and waited inside the door. They heard tentative feet approaching. They waited and then with a yell captured the two varmints and dragged them into bed. They had a good tussle with lots of yells and laughter.
Breakfast was just finishing when James looked at Thomas. "How come you and Uncle Sean are sleeping together." This was going to be challenging but fun. He looked at his Dad who raised his eyebrows and had a smirk on his face.
"Jamey, how many bedrooms do we have." He counted and told him 4. "So where would Uncle Sean or I have to sleep. The couch?" He shrugged and said he guessed so.
"Do you know what it would be like if I put Uncle Sean there? He is big and he would toss and turn and get no sleep. Do you know how grumpy he would be all day? You don't want to know." Thomas put all his vocal inflections and acting into it. "So for everyone's sake I let him sleep with me." He asked for applause for his sacrifice. He got it with ohs and ahs and lots of laughter.
"When we looked into your room early on the way to the bathroom, Uncle Sean had his arm over you while you were sleeping."
"I know. Every once in a while I wake up and find his arm there. Know what I do?" He mimed hitting hard with my elbow. Sean spoke saying that was why his ribs were so sore. Everyone laughed at his forlorn tone of voice almost in tears.
"You like Uncle Sean don't you Uncle Thomas?"
Thomas looked at them thoughtfully. "Do you like Uncle Sean?"
"Kevin and I had a lot of fun with him. We like him just like we like you."
"See guys, I like him too. He is a really special friend. But he has one major problem." He paused. The room was quiet and Thomas had everyone's attention. "He thinks hockey is better than soccer! Can you imagine?"
Sean rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. "Uncle Thomas plays soccer. It is OK but better than hockey? No way!!!"
The room erupted in laughter and arguments. Thomas looked at his Dad who had a smile on his face. He mouthed nicely done. Was there a look of respect on his father's face as well?
The rest of the weekend went just as well. They took the boys fishing on Sunday and taught them how to clean fish. They had enough for supper. Sean regaled them with the boys' fishing feats and how well they learned the yucky job of cleaning the fish. They loved the description. The boys glowed with the praise.
The next day was July 1 and they spent a lot of the day in the water and in the boat each taking a turn skiing or boarding. Sean had done it only few times and after some initial dunkings, his natural athletic abilities and strength won out and he was grandstanding with the best of them. He and Thomas went for a walk in the late afternoon. Thomas took him to wonderful secluded spot, a small inlet close to the cottage. They kissed and held each other letting each other know what a great time they were having. They ended up with pants down as they took each other over the top with their hands. Sean, of course, had to introduce a contest. Thomas won by shooting the farthest. When they finished and put themselves back together, Thomas looked at Sean. "I know why I enjoy being with so much." Sean looked too pleased with the comment. "Yeah, you are such a kinky bastard."
"Yeah and you love it."
"I do indeed, big guy." They arrived back hungry and just in time for supper. Both had visions during supper of ribbons of white, pearly liquid on a rock. Thomas had to remain seated for a while after one such vision.
There was a public beach close by that had a fireworks display every year on July 1 and the entire family congregated early to get good seats. There were lots of introductions to old friend and to Thomas' aunts and uncles who had bought property close by or who were visiting. It felt so great to Sean to be immersed in this huge number of people and to meet the extended family. He was amazed that he was Thomas' friend and that was all they needed to know. He was accepted. He chatted with uncles and aunts and truly lost track of names but he seemed to make a good impression.
As the first fireworks lit up the sky, Kevin came running up to Thomas and Sean asking to sit on their laps as the fireworks scared him a bit. Then James came looking for him. They ended up with Kevin on Thomas' lap and Sean's arm comfortably around Jamie's shoulder as they sat and oohed and aahed at the display. Several times, Thomas felt Sean's arm or hand, brush him and hold him just for a moment. This guy was really capturing his heart.
Sean with boyish enthusiasm, "Oh wow did you see that final group. Really neat. It lit up the sky and all the beach." The boys clapped with everyone else.
Jane arrived. "We figured they would be here. What a lovely sight you all make. Guys thanks." She whispered in Sean's ear her thanks for taking the kids in the afternoon and giving her and Brian a timetable as to when they would be back. She assured him that they had had a lovely nap.
Sean had whispered back that he didn't want any blame if there were repercussions later in the year. It was only a bit subtle. Jane cracked up. Later as they put the guys to bed, Brian gave Sean a look and whispered that there would be no problems later in the year and he made a sign of a V with his fingers pointing to himself. Sean's guffaw was instantaneous; he had formed a good bond and really liked these two.
Sean had won all their hearts. By the next day when they had to leave, Sean and Thomas' Dad had been talking hockey for an hour when Thomas rolled his eyes, cleared his throat saying they had to pack and be on their way. They left with promises that they would come back for more time at the cottage. Sean was even more overwhelmed by the goodbyes. He felt as if he had been adopted by this family. It felt so good. He knew that it was just normal for Thomas but for him, it was something he had never really had. Well not like this for a long time.
They had a day of rest and then they were off for Algonquin Park. They had collected their equipment from friends and from the cottage. They had bought some things. They had decided to just camp in a camp ground and go out in a canoe for the day and return to their site. If they really enjoyed it, they might do a real canoe trip with portages and long paddles in the early fall or next year.
The scenery slowly changed from fairly flat suburbs and then farm land to rolling hills and slowly to the rocky outcrops of the Canadian Shield. They enjoyed the transition from their forests to the thicker mixed forest of the shield. For now, they would just have to imagine the season change in the autumn with the reds of the oaks and maples and the bright yellows of the birches contrasting with the dark green of the coniferous growths of pines. Now, even in the heat of the summer, the hotter micro climate of the city was moderated by the forests and the light breezes.
They reached the Park and then a campground in the late morning as they had planned. They had hoped that being mid week, they might stumble upon a just vacated site in a nice spot. They did. It was not on the lake but it was close and the site had a nice area at the rear to pitch a tent for privacy and their picnic table was under a tree with some clear sight lines to other camp sites. They wouldn't mind meeting some of their fellow campers but liked the idea of some privacy in the tent. They had decided in advance that they were just two friends getting away for relaxation and exercise. They wouldn't hide anything but Sean had commented that they were not missionaries. Well Thomas had commented on Sean's phrase, that sometimes he really enjoyed playing missionary but just with Sean. He got an eye roll and soft hit on the arm.
Both had done some camping and the camp was set up in no time and they were off for a swim. Then lunch and after that, a paddle in a canoe. They had made reservations at the very good restaurant in the Park for supper which was a 15 minute drive. This was a holiday and they were out to have a good time. Neither was a purist.
They arrived back at their campsite around 3:30. The camp sites had filled up. There was family with two kids around the same age as Jane's on one side of them. They seemed quiet and friendly. Across the road, was a young couple probably a couple of years younger than them. The girl was cute and well built. Well even gay guys could see that. The male companion was something else. A stud, strawberry blond, blond hair on his well defined chest and the fairly skimpy speedo indicated that the young lady should be quite satisfied. Thomas liked the well developed legs with short blond hair covering them but nothing was as good as his stud.
They waved back when the couple waved at them and Jill and Rowan introduced themselves. They sat and chatted with beer and scotch that they had brought. An interesting couple. He worked in high tech and she was a physiotherapist working full time in one of the local hospitals, not Thomas'. They had just bought a house in the outskirts and this was a holiday that didn't cost too much. The guys felt a little guilty when they told them where they were going for supper. Rowan brushed that off and said that they had splurged on some really good steaks for the BBQ with some deli salads. It actually sounded good and they looked at each other and realized that that would be their supper tomorrow night.
The restaurant was rustic but the menu looked very modern and delicious. They were correct; the meals came with an expensive price tag. They ordered and sat back enjoying the atmosphere and the chit chat. The wine was excellent and the food top rate. As they sipped their excellent decaf coffee. Both were feeling mellow with the food, drinks and atmosphere. Thomas spoke up.
"You know Sean you never talk about your family. I saw how much you enjoyed my family last week. Maybe this is not the time or place. If you don't want to, it is OK."
"You know this has been a great day. The last week has been so memorable. I feel mellow and so good; maybe this is the time. Do you know how I felt by the reception by your family? Rhetorical question. I have not had those wonderful feelings for more than a decade. Your family accepted me. I saw you and your Dad in a deep discussion. It was clearly important and contentious but you were talking and discussing like adults. I could tell later that you had worked it out.
Up to age 10 to 12, things were pretty good around my house. Oh, I knew my father would take a beer or two and he came home a little 'happy' sometimes. He was always opinionated and certainly the master of his house. Something happened at work. Downsizing, a problem with Dad? I never found out but he lost his job. He took jobs and kept some for a while and then lost them. Luckily, mom had a job. He became more withdrawn and difficult as I reached my teenage years. I played hockey which he liked but he even started missing my matches.
I dated a bit in high school but it never amounted to much. Then there was my cousin Billy. I realized from my first reaction to him and to our activities together that I liked men not women. I was smart enough not to say a word. Unfortunately later, the way Billy treated me made me feel dirty and disgusted with myself. I was pretty messed up. I ended up going to the graduation dance with a girl and it was not a stellar evening. I got drunk and we made out several times, with protection thank god. I knew I was being a bastard.
I had made the decision to go to community college and take the paralegal course. The arguments. Dad by this time hated lawyers, doctors, civil servants, the police. That is the short list. Why couldn't I stay in town and do something useful, not go off and learn a bunch crap to screw people. I got lippy one night when Dad had been drinking and I had had enough. He tried to take it out on me physically but I was too big by then and I resisted. He lost that one and me. He didn't throw me out because Mom intervened finally. What a summer that was. Luckily I had a job and I took extra shifts and stayed out of the house.
At my job, I met a guy who was home from university. We hooked up. It was my first meaningful gay relationship. It was a reciprocal relationship and it didn't feel wrong or dirty. It didn't last after we went back to school which was OK. However, it is small town. People noticed and people talked. My father confronted me in the last week before I was to leave. I was taken by surprise and well, it was obvious to him that he was right. Again only my mother's intervention allowed me to stay. One of the horrible weeks of my life. He refused to attend my graduation from community college, probably that saved the day for me.
Mom was my saviour, my rock. We went to good films together, read and discussed good books. We discussed current events and life. So I went back for holidays, stayed out of Dad's way, tuned out his little snide remarks about fags and lawyers. I haven't been back a lot in the last few years. You have probably heard me phone her every week or two. So, my family! Sorry you asked?"
"You have done well. You are strong and focused."
"Not until the last months. Thomas you have added a whole new dimension to my life."
Thomas leaned over and touched his hand. "Sean, you have turned out to be a great guy. Let's go."
They arrived back at the campsite. It was past 10:30 and they turned off their lights as they drove down the road not wanting to disturb their neighbours. Thomas got out of the car and came up to Sean.
"Look at the sky. It is amazing." There was some activity in some campsites but otherwise it was totally quiet. No background noises of a city. There was the lovely smell of smoke from campfires and the aromatic smell of the forest and countryside. The place was very dark and the sky was mostly clear with the moon shining to their right. There was the odd small cloud that floated over a portion of the moon. The stars were shining brightly filling the entire sky with their glow. It was magnificent. The word awesome is over used but both were filled with awe. Thomas reached Sean and whispered to him that he didn't care; he wanted to hold him and just stand there taking in the immense shining beauty. He put his arm over Sean's shoulder and reached for his hand. They stood taking in the sight for minutes until he felt Sean move. Sean turned his body and kissed him deeply.
"Am I just, a great guy, to you?"
"Time to tell you. Do you remember the night that I was demanding and ordered you around and 'ravaged' you?"
"Oh the night you took my virginity the second time?" Thomas could almost sense the smile on Sean's face.
"Can you take someone's virginity twice?"
"In this case, yes and I still wake up hard, dreaming about that night."
"I remember thinking before I went to sleep that night that 'I want to be with this man for a long time'. You are my guy."
"Does that mean we aren't dating anymore?"
"Sean, I guess I haven't been dating since the second week after we decided to date." Thomas could feel Sean's warmth and could feel Sean's hand tighten on his hand.
Sean softy, "I think that I knew but it only hit me after you left on that Sunday evening. Let's go to bed."
Something had changed for both of them. It had developed since that fateful day outside the hospital. The weekend with Thomas' parents and then this wonderful time apart from their world. The sharing of the beauty of the evening, the sharing of a wonderful dinner and sharing of Sean's feelings about Thomas' family and then then the sharing of his story of his own. They couldn't see each other in the tent but they could hear and feel the movements of clothes being taken off and stored. Each knew that they would feel a naked body when they reached for their guy and they were correct.
Sean badly wanted Thomas in him. It was one of those night; months ago he would never have even guessed. Strangely Thomas wanted Sean in him and so they decided that Sean would start in Thomas and they would finish with Thomas in Sean. They made love slowly whispering what they wanted and how they were feeling. It was slow and deliberate with lots of pauses as they caressed each other. Sean had to stop suddenly; he was so close to finishing. Thomas managed to enter Sean as they lay on their sides and he took Sean's very hard erection gently in his hand and mimicked his own rhythm in Sean with his hand. They whispered their needs in each others ears as they realized that the tent walls were very thin. Somehow Thomas timed it so that, as Sean started, he started seconds later. They kissed as their climaxes went through them like a series of large waves breaking on the beach. Wave after wave of energy surging through them until they were limp and stunned by the power.
They woke realizing that the sun was higher in the sky than yesterday morning. They put themselves together as best they could. Sean was first out and was spotted by Jill.
"Hey, that must have been some supper. Too much to drink? Come on over we made lots of coffee this morning. Some left."
Thomas heard the invitation and as he stood outside the tent, he yelled over to Jill. "Our saviour. Coffee! I need it, I need it. We'll bring some cereal over after we use the bathroom."
They told them about the restaurant and the good wine. Jill said that they looked at finances and had decided that they would splurge tonight at the restaurant. Breakfast was comfortable and fun. They reminded each other of their planned trip to an island the guys had been told about and they and Jill and Rowan were going to canoe over in the late morning for lunch, the beach and swimming.
They had a marvellous time. They had explored the little island, swum and enjoyed the beach. They were sitting in the shade having a snack and a beer before canoeing back when Jill looked at them.
"Guys, I have a question that you don't have to answer. Rowan is going dump me in the water on the way back when I ask it."
"You can always ask. We can always pretend you didn't ask."
"You introduced yourselves as friends, out to blow off steam. How long have you been together?"
"Oh shit, Jill ...." Rowan started to protest.
Thomas held up his hand in a stop gesture. Sean and Thomas looked at each other smiling. Thomas spoke up. "Busted! Let's see. Depends on how you count, two or three months. How the hell did you know and what gave us a way?"
Jill gave Rowan an I told you so look. She seemed quite pleased with herself. "I picked up little looks the first time we talked. Both your eyes shine when you look at each other or when the other is talking. You were taking each other out last night on a romantic date. Oh and then there was holding each other last night, whispering about the stars. Then there was the kiss."
Rowan joined in. "I thank you for that one, never thought I would thank gay guys for a kiss. She had to come back and demonstrate. Hot. You set my girl on fire. Almost knocked the tent down.
"Rowan! Enough!" Jill was getting up to go after him. Rowan was up and running down the beach yelling hot, hot, hot. He allowed her to catch him at the water's edge and he grabbed her as they both laughed. He kissed her with real passion.
Sean turned to Thomas, shrugged, muttered when in Rome, do as the Romans and kissed him just as passionately.
After both couples had a rest in the late afternoon, the guys were grilling their steaks as Rowan and Jill left for their romantic dinner. Sean had called out not do anything that they wouldn't do. Jill had responded immediately that that left a lot of options open. Thomas had replied to just leave the bloody tent standing. He got the finger from Jill and a huge smile from Rowan.
They said their farewells in the late morning and received an invitation to a BBQ the following week. Jill and Rowan explained that were having a small house warming party. She saw the look on Thomas' face and told him no comment or word play on house warming. She was sure that she heard him mutter hot, hot and gave him another warning look but Thomas could tell she was suppressing a smile. They had made some new friends.
The drive home was leisurely stopping for lunch a great rural hamburger joint. The hamburgers were delicious and the French fries even better. They arrived back at Sean's. Thomas wasn't sure what to do, leave or stay. It was getting so that he was unsure just when he should leave or stay. He really didn't want to overstay his welcome.
Somehow he must have telegraphed his thinking. "I hope that you are not planning on leaving. I think that I would have withdrawal symptoms."
"I need some new clothes for tomorrow. You must have read my thoughts. I didn't want to impose and overstay my welcome."
"Come here." Sean kissed him long and hard. "You'll know if you overstay your welcome. Can't imagine when that would be."
"It's just that it is a bit awkward. I know that you value your own space and you are used to that. This is your place and it is really difficult in my place as it is virtually a dorm."
"I have been thinking. It is summer. We are doing all sorts of things together. Why don't you move in? We can review the situation at the end of summer."
"You are asking me to move into your place for the summer?"
"And maybe beyond. Who knows?" He gave him a little smile. "Thomas, I have said it before. You have added a whole new dimension to my life."
Sean grabbed him started to kiss him hard. Before they knew it they were naked. "Thomas, do you know how much the last weeks, months have meant to me? O shit what are you doing?"
Thomas had knelt in front of Sean and was licking the head of his cock and then every once in while he was taking it in his mouth and then releasing it and using his tongue again. Very shortly Thomas could taste the liquid gathering on the tip. It fired him up and soon he engulfed the head and then slowly started to slide down the length. He stopped once and glanced up at Sean's face. His eyes were closed and his mouth open slightly. He was moaning. He redoubled his efforts until Sean could not stop moving and was moving Thomas' head up and down with his hands. "Tommy that feels so good.."
Thomas looked up at him. "Tommy?"
"At a moment like this, Thomas is too formal. I feel so close to you. If you don't like, I won't use it again."
"From you, I like it but from no one else, big guy."
He shifted Sean and forced him to sit on the couch. He told him to wait and when he returned with the lube, he put a lot on Sean and forced some into himself. Thomas put his legs over Sean's and leaned over and kissed him deeply. While kissing him, he reached and put Sean's cock at his entrance. Thomas pleasured himself moving his opening around the head letting it brush him lightly. The kiss became frantic and finally he let himself sink down until just the head was in.
Thomas pulled back looking at Sean. He saw this wonderful man with his eyes filled with passion. He could see the lovely definition of his chest sprinkled with the light tan hair. As he loved to do, he ran his hands and fingers through the hair until Sean's eyes shut in concentration and obviously lost in the sensations. Sean tried to push himself deeper into Thomas. Thomas resisted.
"At this point, I am in control. You can be a later. I want to revel in every moment at my speed." That was what they did for minutes until finally, Thomas let himself sink slowly down. He stopped when he saw Sean's face radiate pleasure as Thomas contracted his muscles around Sean. He could see that Sean was transfixed with the sensations. So was Thomas revelling in the heat and Sean hitting his prostate. When he was finally sitting on Sean's legs, he whispered softly. "Wonderful man, your turn. Take me to places we have never been."
"Tommy, I want to go into the bedroom. I have my reasons."
He positioned Thomas on the end of the bed so that he could see them in the mirror in the door. They were both looking at each other in the mirror. "Tommy, your body is amazing. It is so erotic to see you there with that amazing ass sticking up. It is so hot and tight." He used his hands all over Thomas' body. Sean used lots of lube and entered him again. The rhythm started off slow and regular and then changed to fast and hard and then slowed to almost imperceptible in and out. He had Thomas sobbing with pleasure, especially as he watched Sean pinch his nipples hard. Suddenly, Sean came out.
He pulled Thomas up and took his place. "You know what I want. You said that I could take control. Now!"
Thomas licked him and used his tongue until his entry was wet. Then the lube. He opened him with his fingers and then went in and without stopping slowly went all the way as they both watched mesmerized as Thomas' large cock was swallowed by Sean's body.
"Oh fuck, Tommy. Never seen anything like that. Fuck me, please." They ended with Sean on his back with Thomas plunging into him. Sean yelled as he started and both watched in the mirror as shot after shot arced up to his neck and chest. As Thomas pummelled him, he kissed his neck taking in some of the pearly liquid and as they kissed, he made loud noises as he flooded his lover.
Author's Note
There is another chapter written. Hope you enjoyed this one.
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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change which has had the most positive comments and one of my favourites, Getting My Act Together.
Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011 Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011 Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011 Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011 What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011 Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011 Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012 Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012 Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012 What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012 Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012 Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013 Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginnings, November 8, 2013