This story is purely fictional and is based solely on the author's imagination. Any connection between real people or situations is purely coincidental. It depicts a love relationship between two men, both being of legal age, and their involvement with a teen boy.
This story is a sequel to the story CABIN IN PARADISE, which can be found in the "Beginnings" section of Nifty's Archives. The author recommends you read that story first. Otherwise, there may be parts in this one that just don't make sense!
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Chapter 6
"Last one naked has to do whatever the winner wants...deal?" Timothy proposed.
"Deal!" Peter answered, gleefully stripping off his clothes.
With the house empty and quiet, I decided to relight the spark the started so long ago in that little Cabin.
As I hit the play button on the stereo, and the soft music filled the room, I could almost hear the waves crashing on the beach.
I picked up the roses, and began pulling the tender petals from the stems; sprinkling them carelessly across the bed and floor.
Then, just as carelessly, I lined the dozen or so candles along the perimeter of the room.
I kicked off my dress shoes and tossed my socks away. I wanted the feel the velvet texture of the rose petals against my feet.
I knew that Kenny would be coming home in an hour, so I quickly undressed and stepped into the steamy shower.
As I slid the lufa-sponge across my skin, the aroma of lavender and jasmine filled the room.
I rinsed the bubbly lather from my skin, and lingered under the hot stream, letting the heat of it warm my body.
As I turned off the water, the music from the bedroom wafted in, and I smiled; lost in my romantic mood.
I toweled off and wrapped the thick, warm white robe around my naked skin.
My dick began to tingle and I gave it a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, my faithful friend, you're going to get lots of attention tonight."
I moved back into the bedroom, pulling the blankets back and fluffing the pillows.
I heard the front door close, just as I lit the last of the candles around the room.
Despite how well built this old house is, the stairs still have a unique creek as you escalate them.
I knew Kenny would be entering soon, so I laid down on the bed, gingerly draping the robe across my legs.
The door handle turned, and as the door opened, my lover stood paused, speechless for a moment.
"Welcome home!" I whispered lovingly to him.
Kenny stepped forward, quietly closing the door behind him. His eyes traveled across the bed, and as I opened my robe, his gaze fell upon me. Kenny smiled widely, and without loosing his stare, began undressing, tossing his shirt aside.
I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come.
He kicked his shoes aside, then his socks, his toes massaged by the rose petals.
In what seemed like a single fluid motion, his pants and boxers were removed, dropped to the floor where he stood.
I motioned for him to come to me, and Kenny smiled again as our eyes locked.
He moved his face closer, and I could feel his warmth breath upon my lips.
He drew a single breath and quietly uttered, "I love you, Russell." And then, he firmly planted his lips to mine, as we locked in an embrace that I never wanted to end.
Our arms pulled us closer to each other, until we felt as one, and our tongues danced as though it were the first time.
My tingling dick now rose to full attention and as I pushed upward, I felt the familiar heat of my lover.
Kenny pushed closer to me, and I felt his now throbbing cock brush my inner thigh.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to me, locking him in place.
He broke our kiss, and began planting tender kisses along my cheek, neck and ear. His warm breath on my neck made me tingle. "I want you, Russell."
I released him from my grip and moved further up the bed, the rose petals beginning to stick to my moist skin.
As I raised my legs upward, exposing my love hole, Kenny squirted a generous amount of lube into his hand, rubbing it across and in to my hungry tunnel.
"Mmmmm," I moaned as he slipped his finger inside me.
I flexed and then relaxed as Kenny continued to lube my hole.
Then, lovingly, Kenny leaned down, kissed my lips, and whispered, "Ready?"
I smiled and nodded.
He kneeled in, holding his firm cock and teasingly brushing the very tip of it against my sensitive rosebud.
And then, just as teasingly, he gently poked his dickhead inside.
As soon as I felt him enter, I clamped down, locking the head of his cock inside me. "Mmmmm," I moaned again.
Kenny paused for only a moment before thrusting the rest of his manhood deep inside me.
His pubes tickled the cheeks of my ass, confirming his bone was buried completely.
He paused again, and then braced himself to give me the fucking that movies are made of.
It seems as though time were fluid somehow, and in mere moments, the erotic slap of skin musically entered my ears.
Kenny moved his hands around me, grasping my ribs, and holding me tightly.
With each push inward, my dick jumped, and soon a thin clear line of precum tied the head of my prick to my belly.
I looked down in time to see a larger droplet slid down the line, as though surfing across my precum, and then pool on my belly.
As I looked up at my lover, Kenny had closed his eyes; his focus on the electricity now flowing through his body, which only caused him to increase his speed, plunging deeper into me.
I soon found myself lost in my own erotic electricity, as each push and pull of his cock sent me further and further into ecstasy.
"Ummmh...Gawd, yeah," Kenny moaned as he plunged again and then locked himself inside me.
His breathing stopped, and I knew he was emptying the full contents of his heavy balls into my gullet.
I locked my legs around his ass, and held him there as his peak of orgasm passed.
Soon, he sucked in a deep breath. "Damn, I love making love to you!"
I smiled again and blew him a teasing kiss.
Kenny kneeled upward, his softening dick still inside me, and wrapped his fist around my cock, pulling upward on my shaft.
"Umphf," his touch elicited a moan from me.
Kenny pumped my erection, begging my precious juices to erupt from my balls.
As he stroked, I flexed my ass, which only caused to awaken Kenny's love tool inside me.
The feeling of his growing dick inside me only added to my pleasure, and as he reached full erection, I exploded. Stream after luscious stream jettisoned from my cock onto my chest, chin, and lips.
Kenny continued to pump my cock, milking the last drops from it before leaning down to kiss away the cum from my lips. "Mm, you always taste so sweet," he moaned, licking his lips.
Kenny began moving gently forward, and I could feel his hard cock beginning its movement inside me.
"Ready for more?" he asked.
"Yes, please." I answered.
Kenny leaned up and began pumping his cock into me once again.
I lifted my legs and wrapped my ankles around his neck, giving him greater access inside me.
The combination of lube and his last load made my love tunnel as slick as ice, but Kenny slipped out only twice. Each time, he quickly pointed his stick back into me, causing me to moan.
I was amazed at how quickly Kenny reached his peak once again, his haggard breath matched only by his passionate rhythm.
"Ugh, uh, mmm, uhgh..." Kenny moaned, as he punched deep inside me, once again delivering his hot cream to my bowels.
Kenny gasped for air, and then pushed again, draining his dick of its prize.
And then, almost as though ending a race, he collapsed onto me, our lips locking in a loving embrace of thanks.
We stayed locked together until his softness slipped from me; a trail of his passion dripping from me.
"What do you say we shower and then hop into the hot tub before bed?" Kenny suggested.
"It sounds wonderful." I answered, stroking his hair.
"No, Russell. YOU are wonderful."
We quickly showered off, and then walked, hand-in-hand, down to the hot tub; playfully splashing each other as we settled in.
The deal was struck and soon the boy's clothes were flailing through the air.
Timothy was standing naked and erect, and Peter looked up from where he had just tossed his briefs. "Damn, you're fast!" Peter exclaimed, knowing he had lost the bet. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" Peter was unsure exactly what Timothy had in mind, but after all, a bet is a bet.
Timothy lay down on the soft, warm grass. Peter watched as Timothy positioned himself on his back, leaning backwards against his arms. "Feed me that beautiful pink dick!" Timothy said, opening his mouth.
Peter smiled. "Whatever you say." He moved forward, his dick bouncing upward.
Peter held the base of his boy cock, pointing the pink tip at Timothy's open mouth.
As Timothy felt the tip brush his tongue, he reached up, pulling Peter forward, burying the full length of his five and a half inches into his hungry mouth. Timothy could smell Peter's boyhood on the bright red pubes that rested directly under his nose.
Timothy licked and stroked the bottom of Peter's shaft, feeling Peter's heartbeat on his tongue.
"Fuck, Tim, you really like sucking dick, don't you?"
"Mm, hmm!" Timothy moaned, licking faster.
Timothy's hands caressed Peter's milky ass cheeks, occasionally slipping a finger into Peter's crack.
Peter began moving back and forth, fucking Timothy's open mouth.
"You want me to cum, Tim?" Peter asked softly.
Timothy nodded, still holding Peter's dick inside.
"In your mouth?"
Timothy nodded again.
This only fired Peter's excitement, and he pumped faster, scraping Timothy's tongue with his boy monster.
"Fuck, Tim, this feels so good...damn, keep sucking...you're gonna make me shoot." Peter looked down as their eyes locked. "Yeah, suck that cock, Tim. Mmmm, yeah, I'm gonna feed you my hot cum!"
Timothy's dick bounced to his heartbeat, and he felt a drop of precum slip from his slit.
"Mmmm, yeah, that's it, Tim...suck it...mmmm...uhhh...oh, God, I'm so close...yeah..." Peter moaned loudly between stolen breaths.
Timothy knew Peter was close, and could feel Peter's red-haired nuts rising. He tightened his lips around Peter's prick, and massaged the boy's balls, encouraging them to deliver their sweet nectar onto his tongue.
His request did not go unanswered, and soon Peter was moaning even louder, "I'm gonna shoot...oh, God, Tim...I'm cumming...I'm cummmmm..." Just then, the first blast of Peter's passion escaped his cock and coated Timothy's tongue.
Timothy swallowed quickly out of reflex; then backed off a bit. The second blast filled his mouth with a sweet-salty cream that Timothy had grown to acquire quite a taste for.
Timothy continued to massage Peter's ball sac as he milked every last drop from Peter's dick.
Before Timothy could finish milking Peter, it became too sensitive, and Peter quickly pulled from Timothy's mouth, a thin line dribbling down Timothy's chin.
Timothy reached up, scooped the line from his chin, and licked it from his finger. "Mmmm, tasty," Timothy moaned.
Peter fell backward on the grass and smiled. "That was the best blow job I've ever had!"
"The fun isn't over yet," Timothy smiled.
Peter looked at him; unsure what was next, but willing, just the same.
Timothy leaned in, pushing Peter's legs upward. Before Peter could protest, Timothy had buried his face into Peter's ass crack, licking his hold wildly.
The soft aroma of Peter's passion wafted into Timothy's nostrils, which only encouraged him further.
Soon, Peter's hole was sloppily wet and Timothy wasted no time. In a fluid movement, Timothy was kneeling before Peter, pressing his throbbing cock against his hole.
Without warning, Timothy pushed forward, and Peter yelped out. "Fuck, Dude, easy! You can fuck me, but don't kill me!"
Timothy laughed. "Yeah, you know you want it!" Then pushed forward again, submerging his bone into Peter.
Peter bit down on his lip as the jolt of pain ran up his spine. He refused to yell out again, and soon the pain gave way to fulfilling pleasure.
Timothy worked his cock in and out of the boy's pucker, and just as he thought Peter was used to it, he'd pull completely out.
Peter moaned, "No..."
And then Timothy would push back in.
"Mmmmm, yeah," Peter would answer.
In and out of his tingling hole, Timothy's cock entered Peter.
"Oh fuck, Petey," Timothy groaned, burying his boy dick deeper still. "I'm gonna unload in you!"
Peter wrapped his hands around Timothy's back, pulling him closer. "Do it, Tim...cum inside me!"
Timothy shot off, his dick bouncing wildly inside Peter's tensing hole. Two; three shots escaped his young dick before his sensitivity caused him to pull out completely!
"No...not yet..." Peter exclaimed, pulling on Timothy to stuff his dick back inside.
Just as Timothy pushed his softening dick inside Peter's now loose hole, Peter shot off again, spraying Timothy's belly and Peter's chest with his second load.
Timothy leaned back on his heels, his soft dick slipping from his lover's ass.
"That was awesome, Tim," Peter cooed, his breath still recovering.
Timothy leaned in toward Peter. "Now, kiss me."
Peter complied and their lips locked together, as Tim lay down on top of Peter, their bellies slipping across the pool of Peter's passion.
Timothy parted his lips, and darted his tongue between Peter's lips.
Peter kept his mouth shut, but then remembered the bet. If Timothy wanted to French kiss, he had to comply. Peter opened his mouth, and Timothy dove his tongue inward, exploring Peter's mouth.
Peter could faintly taste his spunk on Timothy's tongue. It was weird to be kissing Timothy like this, but so good too.
Timothy broke their kiss and leaned up a bit on his hands.
Their eyes locked again, and Timothy felt his heart pound in his ears. He wanted to say it; he KNEW he wanted to say it. But then, he lifted himself from Peter, sitting back onto the grass.
"I guess," Timothy paused. "I guess we should head back."
Peter looked up at the sky. The late mid-day sun was beginning to set. "Yeah, I guess so."
The boys suddenly felt awkward and uncomfortable. The quickly scrambled for their clothes, and then mounted the horses; heading back to the stables.
They spoke not a single word the entire ride back. Nor did they speak on the drive back to Peter's house.
As Timothy pulled the Jaguar up to the curb, he turned to Peter. Their eyes locked.
Timothy wanted to say it. He reached out his hand. "Peter..." he paused.
"Yeah?" Peter whispered.
Timothy paused again. SAY IT, he told himself.
Peter's eyes glistened...so blue...so clear.
"Good night," Timothy said, shaking Peter's hand.
Peter's smile faded. "Good night, Tim." Peter opened the car door and got out.
Timothy's heart sank into his stomach.
As Peter closed the door, Timothy drove off, leaving Peter in his rear-view mirror.
The entire drive home, soft tears filled Timothy's eyes. "You're an idiot!" He finally screamed out loud, knowing no one would hear him. "You're a fucking idiot! God, Faggot, why didn't you tell him you loved him? Jesus Christ, Faggot, you're so stupid! He'll never talk to you again, you know that? Never! And who could blame him? Fucking idiot!"
Timothy parked the car in the garage, slammed the door shut, and made his way up the stairs to his room. All the while, mumbling obscenities to himself.
He entered his room, closed the door behind him, and began undressing for bed. As he tossed his pants across the room, and slipped his fingers into the waistband of his underwear, he paused. Then, looking down, he began hysterically laughing. He looked up, then looked down again. More laughter.
They weren't HIS underwear...they were Peter's. In the awkward rush to dress, he must have grabbed Peter's instead of his own.
He slipped them from his legs, lifted them to his face, and felt the soft fabric across his cheek.
Images of the briefs, that had been wrapped around his lover's crotch only hours earlier raced through his mind.
Then, slowly, nervously, he raised them to his nose and breathed deep. Peter's aroma still lingered on them, and Timothy smiled.
"Now, you stupid fuck, you have a reason to see him again!" Timothy whispered to himself, as he stuffed the briefs under his pillow.
Maybe he didn't need a reason, but he had one nonetheless. The next day he'd call Peter and arrange to meet him. This time, he wouldn't be stupid.
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