Christmas Visitor

The Christmas Visitor

By

Christos Kastellanos

Chapter Two

Previously in chapter one:

Sean was sound asleep when he was startled by the ringing of his doorbell. He jumped from the bed and gazed at his clock, twelve-fifteen it read.

"Shit, I was suppose to go with Jason and Carl today to Christmas shop," he said and threw on a pair of boxers and ran down the stairs to explain.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he paused a moment to fuss with his bed head hair. Sighing that it was as good as it was going to be without a shower, he flung open the front door.

"I just got up and..." he froze mid-sentence, when he saw a Marine standing there in his dress blues, and his eyes were taking in Sean's half naked body.

"I sorry that I am a day early, but Mr. Reynolds assured me that it would be alright," the handsome Marine said, turning his back so that he didn't embarrass Sean any more than he already was.

"Huh...Reynolds...oh my God, you're the soldier that is coming for the holidays," Sean gasped, standing back and glowing a rich red from embarrassment. "Come in...shit... sorry but come in the air is freezing," he said and stepped aside to let the young man in.

"Is it an old New England custom to greet all visitors this way," he mused.

"No and you weren't expected until tomorrow Michael, so you get what you get, sorry," Sean said a bit angrily and closing the door a bit too hard. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go throw something on and make myself more presentable," he said, taking his time as the climbed the stairs.

He could feel Michael's eyes on him as he went, "you do know it's not polite to stare," he snapped and continued up without turning to look back.

"Yes sir...sorry sir," Michael said and chuckled at Sean's embarrassment.

Now chapter two:

Sean took the quickest shower in his personal history and scurried into a pair of jeans, sweater and then hurried down the stairs. He found the Marine standing just where he had left him with his suitcase on the floor beside him.

"First off Michael, I'm sorry for the rude way that I greeted you," Sean said apologetically offering his hand to the soldier. "I'm Sean," he added and flinched when he shook hands with the man.

"Michael Fitzgerald sir," he said standing tall and looking directly into Sean's eyes. "Are you Mary Bennett's son?" he asked.

"No, and about this contest and Mary Bennett, come on into the living room and let me explain," Sean sighed as he lead the Marine into the room.

"Wow, I must say that you really do love Christmas. I loved the tree in the foyer and this one is just as beautiful," Michael remarked.

"Thank you, and as much as I would like to take credit for them, it's my friends next door that do my decorating. I live in New York so I don't have the time to do it myself before coming up here."

Sean took a seat by the fire and offered the opposite chair to Michael. Even in his uniform, Michael presented himself quite commanding, what with his height and broad shoulders. Sean figured him to be around six-four or five and damn was he put together.

"Now about the contest...I am Mary Bennett," Sean said, deciding that truthfulness was the better part of valor.

"Excuse me, but you write all those wonderful articles and recipes?" a stunned Michael asked.

"Yes," Sean said and went on to tell all about his schooling and finally finding a job with Culinary Magazine.

He also explained how this was supposed to be his vacation and that Michael had been sprung on him at the last minute by Mr. Reynolds.

"I'm sorry sir for the inconvenience and I'm sure that I can find me a hotel room," Michael said, standing and turning to leave.

"No...my God Michael, Reynolds would fire me if he even suspected that you know everything that I just told you. Besides, you won't find a room around here for fifty miles, what with it being Christmas time."

"But I have terribly ruined your vacation by being sprung on you."

"Michael, listen to me please. You have not ruined my vacation; it was either entertain you or lose my job."

"So I'm the lesser of two evils, is that what you're saying?" a very perturbed Michael asked.

"This is going anything like I wanted it to go," he said and then his doorbell rang. "Now who is here," he asked, completely forgetting about Jason and Carl.

But before he could get up and answer the door, Jason and Carl came barging in like a summer storm.

"Yoo-hoo sweetie... and I do hope that you are indecent," Carl shouted as he came flamboyantly into the room. "Oh! Oh my...a soldier," he said with surprise as his eyes drank in Michael's handsomeness. "Introduce us to the yummy man," he added and Jason slapped his forehead, already knowing just who the soldier was.

"I'll take him out and get back to you later, Sean," Jason said as he struggled to pull Carl from the room.

"What are you doing sweetheart...how rude of you," Carl scolded as he tried to pull his arm from Jason's grasp.

"I'll explain it to you outside," he said through clinched teeth.

"Never mind Jason, its probably better if you stay and save my life," Sean said, giving a sorrowful glance at Michael.

"Michael, this is Jason, Carl, they are my neighbors," he said sitting down and wishing that he could disappear.

"Charmed to meet you, handsome," Carl said as he ran his hand gently up Michael's arm.

Michael arched a brow and glanced over at Sean after glancing at Carl and Jason. Sean could read exactly what he was thinking in his eyes.

"Yes Michael, they're gay and so am I," he said. "Now if you would rather stay somewhere else, I'll be happy to pay for your accommodations," Sean reluctantly said, knowing that his job was lost if word of this ever got back to Reynolds.

But Michael did not have a chance to answer, because the doorbell rang once again. Sean threw his hands up into the air and went over to look out of the window.

"Fuck...it's my boss Mr. Reynolds," Sean said in a panic. "Jason, Carl, would you please leave through the back door and I'll get back to you as soon as I can get rid of him," he begged with hand folded as if in prayer.

"No problem sweetie," Jason said, grabbing Carl by the arm and pulling him out of the room.

Without a word being spoken, Michael hurried to the front door and opened it.

"Good day sir, come on in," he said to Reynolds.

"Where is Sean?" he asked looking at Michael.

"He had to attend to something and asked if I'd get the door," he lied and Sean sighed.

"I'm Frank Reynolds, editor and chief of the Culinary Digest," he said offering his hand to Michael.

"Michael Fitzgerald sir, Lt. Michael Fitzgerald," he corrected and shook Reynolds' hand firmly.

"I wasn't expecting you, Mr. Reynolds," Sean said, when he stepped into the foyer.

"I was on my way to Montreal for the holiday and decided to stop by and meet this year's winner of the contest and to see your charming home," he said looking around the foyer and particularly at the tree.

Sean led them both through his house, showed Michael which room he would be using and when the tour was finished, Reynolds whispered, not so softy, to Michael... "is he making you feel at home," and Sean cringed, waiting for the hammer to fall if Michael told Reynolds about Jason and Carl, and more so about his own sexuality.

"He has been the most charming of hosts sir," Michael said and Sean exhaled softly.

"Well I do expect your letter telling me how you enjoyed your stay after the holidays, young man. Now gentlemen, I must be on my way before the wife sends out a search party for me."

Sean walked Reynolds out to his rental car and waited until he was gone before going back inside. He had some explaining to do to Michael. He also needed to thank him for his kindness for not giving away his secret.

"Michael, I can..." but the living room was empty when he walked into it.

He looked around the room and noticed that Michael's luggage was missing, so he assumed that he had gone up to his room. He climbed the stairs and walked down the hall rehearsing in his mind what he would say to Michael.

Michael knocked on the door and waited for Michael to answer it. "Come in," Michael called out and Sean entered the bedroom.

Michael was unpacking his suitcase and placing his clothes into the drawers of a dresser that Sean had told him to use.

"I need to thank you for saving my job, Michael," Sean said from the doorway, watching Michael as he placed the last of his things into the drawer. "If you had ever hinted at what had gone on here earlier, I would have been fired in a New York minute," he added.

Michael had removed his dress coat and was wearing just his dress shirt and trousers, and every muscle his body had showed. Michael had the body of a man that knew hard sessions of working out, for his arms, legs and chest showed the results of his efforts at maintaining what God had blessed him with. Sean looked at his short brown hair and luscious brown eyes and he wanted to melt into those eyes.

"Get over here," Michael said sternly.

"Why?" Sean nervously asked.

"Get your ass over here," Michael said once again, standing tall with his hands on his hips.

"I...I am here, Michael," Sean stammered.

"Come closer...right here," he ordered and pointed to the spot in front of him.

Sean moved to stand a closer to him. Michael stepped forward, placed his hands on Sean's shoulders, and pulled Sean to him. Sean felt the rugged hardness of Michael's body, but he also felt the vitality of his heat and his masculinity. He felt it through his own clothes, through Michael's clothes, and Michael's cock was pulsing against Sean's. Sean's eyes locked with those of Michael's, he stood wide eyed, speechless, his chest was pressed tightly to Michael's, where he felt Michael's heart pounding, matching the very rhythm of his own.

Michael smiled, it was a manly, rugged smile, and as if time moved with animation, Michael lowered his lips to Sean's.

Oddly, Sean expected the kiss to be heated, commanding, but it was light, as if his lips had been brushed with a feather's touch. Sean sighed, and the kiss deepened when Michael's tongue brushed demandingly against Sean's lips, demanding that they open. Sean parted his lips, his teeth and instantly, Michael's tongue penetrated his mouth and took dominion of Sean's.

It was then that their hunger and need rose and Michael's tongue pressed deeper into Sean's mouth, filling it with a fiery passion. Sean was consumed with the fire as Michael's mouth moved over his, his lips searing Sean's. Suddenly Michael's tongue became an instrument which ignited raging fires everywhere it touched as it moved from is mouth, over to his ear, and then caressingly down the length of his neck, stopping at the collar of his shirt.

Michael stepped back and his fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt. One by one they moved casually, seductively down the length of Sean's shirt, and when totally freed, Michael's splayed his hands across Sean's chest and eased the shirt over Sean's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Never once did Sean move his eyes from Michael's as Michael undid Sean's jeans and shoved them down, letting them puddle around his ankles. Sean stepped from them, kicking them aside.

"You're so damn handsome," Michael whispered, with his hands resting gently on Sean's shoulders, and his eyes taking in the beauty of the man that stood before him.

Sean blushed and his nipples grew taut and tall.

Michael lowered his lips down to the sensitive nubs, caressed one with his tongue, and then nibbled it before sucking it into his mouth, causing Sean to moan in delight.

"You don't have to do this Michael," Sean heard himself whispering, but inside his mind he was saying `yes you do'.

"Yes I do handsome," Michael whispered, his voice husky with lust. "No strings...no commitment necessary," he added before he took control of the other nipple.

No strings, is this what I am coming to?' he asked himself mentally as Michael tortured his nipple. Just a future of one night stands,' he added and sighed, hating his ex all the more for having left him.

Michael's tongue was now moving again, moving further downward and leaving a trail of burning flesh behind it. Something inside Sean erupted deliciously. Fire was coursing through him...filling and consuming him. Sean felt ashamed, no it was more, and he felt like a slut.

Here he was about to give his body to a man that he'd met but a few hours before. Never in his life had he ever gone to bed with a man that he'd just met, he had always insisted that they get to know one another first, not even Robert did he sleep with before knowing him a month.

Robert, he had allowed Robert to move in with him, thinking, no believing that they would spend the rest of their lives together. But alas, it was not to be, because Robert was needy, he needed variety of men in his life to make him happy and feel desired. Sean had always strived to make Robert feel like he was the only man on earth that he would ever desire.

`My God what am I doing here with Michael,' he asked himself and then inhaled sharply, when he felt the heat of Michael's mouth as it engulfed his cock.

He looked down at the young man that knelt before him and watched as his cock moved heatedly in and out of Michael's mouth. Sean moved his fingers over the softness of what hair Michael still had and moaned, feeling his edge moving closer as the handsome Marine worked his magic on his throbbing cock.

"I'm close Michael...so fucking close," he warned.

Michael dropped his cock, stood and lifted Sean up and into his muscular arms, walking over to the bed and gently setting him down upon it. Sean lay there watching as Michael hurriedly disrobed. He stood momentarily naked, Sean gasped at the length and girth of Michael's manhood. Sean had always thought that Jason's cock was the biggest he'd seen, but Michael's beat it by a good two inches.

"I'll be gentle Sean," Michael whispered as he moved atop Sean, having seen the fear in his eyes.

Seen could only nod, but more so, he wanted it in him.

Sean relished the fire that was threatening to consume him, as Michael resumed his caressing down his body with his tongue. His very insides shook, trembled, and something deep inside him burned uncontrollably with need, a need for this man's cock to be buried deep inside him.

Suddenly he felt his legs moving up and onto Michael's shoulders and then Michael's tongue caressed and delve into Sean's velvet sheath. Sean's head was tossing to and fro as Michael made love to his ass with his tongue. In his mind, Sean knew that he was not this man's first, nor would he be his last. Had Michael not said, `no strings attached' he reminded himself as his body, mind and soul became lost forever to Michael.

Sean came back from his thoughts to find Michael's mouth taking his prisoner as he kissed Sean heatedly. "I promise not to give more than you can take," Sean heard Michael whisper as he felt his engorged manhood moving into his heat.

Sean arched his back, his head tossed backward as Michael held himself up on his hands and his cock moved inch by painful inch into Sean's stretching sheath. Sean's fingers dug into Michael's shoulders and he cried out when he felt Michael's balls resting against his own.

"That's it baby...I haven't anymore to give you," Michael said as if in shock, unable to believe that Sean had taken every inch of him, for it was something that no other man had ever been able to do. "Are you alright, my beautiful baby boy," Michael sincerely asked and Sean nodded, his eyes clouding with tears, as he willed away the pain and let it be replaced with ecstasy.

He had done it; he had taken all of Michael. He smiled up at the handsome, young soldier and nodded.

"I'm fine sweetheart...now make love to me," Sean whispered, and then pulled Michael's lips to his in a passionate kiss.

Michael slowly withdrew and then thrusts slow and easy into Sean, letting him get use to his size. Sean wrapped his legs about Michael, began moving to meet Michael's thrusts, and needing all of Michael's cock inside him. He was here because he wanted to be and if all that Michael could or would give him was a few weeks of unbridled sex with no promises of love, then so be it. Robert had cheated on him and left him, so Sean wanted to be desired.

Michael was moving faster and harder into Sean and his thrusts were hungry and every inch a man. Michael had caused a fire in Sean, and it was something that Robert and the few other men in his life, including Jason, had never done before. Sean felt that he would soon erupt in a burning mass of flesh as Michael's cock thrust unmercifully into his tortured sheath.

It felt like just moments that they had been fucking, but in reality, it had been over thirty minutes that Michael had been ravaging Sean's insides. Sean could feel each stab, each violent caress of his inner nub and he was about to explode with such violence that he screamed.

"Aaaaagggghhhhh cumming," he screamed out, dug his nails into Michael's shoulders, and while he kissed him, Sean erupted with volcanic force.

He had never experienced such a climax, such volume of cum as he was now experiencing with Michael. Then he knew why, Michael was one hundred percent male, and there wasn't a single feminine thread of flesh or sinew in the man.

"Fuuuuuuuuck cumming baby love," Michael howled with dominance and thrust one more time, stayed and blasted violently into Sean's love canal, before he began to thrust hard, fast and deep again.

Sean felt each blast, each violent thrust as Michael spewed his seed deep into Sean's bowels. Sean's hips thrust as fast to meet each thrust that Michael gave him, both moaning in ecstasy until exhaustion claimed them.

Michael fell hard and heavy onto Sean, knocking the very breath from and claiming it as his mouth stole Sean's. Sean's arms held a strangling grip around Michael's sinewed neck while Michael's hands cupped Sean's ass and pulled him ever closer, Michael's cock still embedded deeply in Sean.

"Damn baby boy, that was one hot fuck," Michael huskily said as he pulled his spent cock from Sean.

Somehow Michael's statement made Sean feel cheap and used, as if he had been a whore, paid to satisfy this man.

"Let me up... I need a shower," Sean said coldly, struggling to free himself from Michael and get as far away as he could.

Sean was on his feet and picking up his clothes as he moved toward the door, when Michael knew that something was wrong. Sean pulled the door open and paused but a breath of time when Michael called out to him.

"Stay baby boy...please, we have only just begun to explore our possibilities," Michael said, Sean, without turning to face Michael, shook his head and then left, closing the door behind him.

Sean let the warm water of the shower move over him, as his tears joined the falling water that cascaded down his face. What had he expected, a down on one knee proposal? He had just met the soldier, and then all hell had broken loose in the house.

"Just enjoy the sex and say goodbye when he leaves," he whispered as he washed away the scent of Michael and the last of the remnants of their sex.

When he was dressed, he hurried downstairs to prepare dinner. He had forgotten that he had invited Jason and Carl for dinner, and now he had another guest to add to the dinner. Would Carl or Jason know that he and Michael had had sex? he wondered as he moved silently to the kitchen.

He was busy at the stove cooking when Michael's strong arms encircled his waist and his pelvis pushed seductively against Sean's ass.

"What happened, Sean, why did you run away so quickly after we fucked," Michael whispered into his ear, his chin resting on Sean's shoulder.

"I suddenly remembered that I had invited Jason and Carl for dinner and it was getting late. I had planned a standing rib roast and now its to late so I needed to figure out a different menu," he lied, turning in Michael's arms and looking up into his eyes.

"Are you sure baby boy?"

"Hey soldier boy, no strings attached, right?" Sean said, repeating Michael's words back to him.

"Yeah right... no strings," Michael said, and inside he regretted every word of what he said.

Michael had never met a man like Sean, and now he found himself falling for the man. Yes he had demanded that there be no strings, because he too knew the sting of betrayal, for it had been just over a year that his own man had cheated on him with another soldier, his best friend.

"Sean listen..."

"I'd love to handsome, but the guys will be arriving in less than an hour and I have tons of cooking to do. So make yourself at home while I get this dinner going," Sean said, turning back to the stove and hopefully forgetting the sting of Michael's words.

Michael sat at the kitchen table and watched how effortlessly Sean moved about the room as he prepared the feast. Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang and Michael stood.

"I'll get it for you," he said and hurried from the kitchen.

"Good afternoon... Jason and Carl, right?" Michael asked and both men nodded as they entered the foyer.

"How are you Michael," Jason asked and Carl blushed.

"I'm fine sir, Sean is in the kitchen cooking," Michael told them and followed them back to the kitchen.

"Can you use any help," Carl asked when he entered the kitchen, giving a quick kiss to Sean's cheek and grabbing an apron from the hook.

"I've got it pretty much under control, so why don't you get us all a drink," Sean suggested, still refusing to turn to face Michael.

Carl poured a delightful wine for him and Sean, while Jason grabbed two beers for him and Michael. Dinner was well on its way, so Sean sat beside Michael at the table and the four of them talked. Their conversation was generic, all of them avoiding what happened earlier.

Carl watched how Michael and Sean interacted, or rather didn't, and he came to the conclusion that they had done the deed already and that it did not go over well.

"They had sex and I don't think that it went well with Sean," Carl whispered to Jason when he had the chance alone with his husband.

"Now what gives you that opinion," Jason whispered back asking.

"Watch how they both seem to avoid the other's eyes. Even though they are sitting next to each other, they are light years apart," Carl reasoned and Jason nodded, for he too had noticed it, so he decided to get Michael from room long enough for Carl to talk with Sean.

"Hey Michael, how about you and I take a walk out to the sugar house and have a look around," Jason suggested. "Sean's family has been producing maple syrup for generations in that old sugar house," he added, leading Michael back to the foyer and their coats.

"Ok mister, out with it," Carl demanded once the two were gone.

"Whatever are you talking about, Carl?" Sean asked, unable to meet his eyes.

"You know perfectly well what I am talking about, you and Michael had sex and I have a sneaking feeling that it did not go well," Carl said, his hands resting on his hips.

"Oh Carl," Sean said and flung himself into Carl's arms, crying.

He cried hard and when he had finished, he told Carl all that had transpired between them, and ending with Michael's demand of no strings.

"Oh sweetie, what did you expect from a complete stranger, hearts and flowers? You two just met and you go and hop into the bed with the boy? That is so not you," Carl said with a hint of scolding to his voice.

"I know Carl, but it just happened so fast. I went into his room to see if he needed anything and the next thing I know, his cock is balls deep in my ass and he's fucking me. By the way, he makes Jason look small," he said and couldn't help but blush.

"Really, and were you able to take him?" a stunned Carl asked with excited eyes looking at Sean.

"Every fat sensuous inch," Sean said and again he blushed. "But that was the thing Hun, he made it very clear that he was fucking me and not making love," Sean said and again the tears threatened his eyes.

"You are just getting over the shock of losing that cheating louse Robert and now you find yourself having sex with a Marine. At least you have good taste, for that boy is one hell of a man. My God does he look as good naked as he did dressed?"

"Better, and what a body of muscles," Sean said as if seeing Michael naked right there before him. "He's the first man with an eight pack that I have ever seen," he shared. "And what a fur carpet that boy has, he could certainly keep a man warm on a cold winter night," he added.

"Who could keep who warm on a cold winter night?" Jason asked as he and Michael re-entered the kitchen.

"This cute chocolate lab that I saw at the Mall earlier," Carl lied, Sean blushed, and neither Jason nor Michael believed him, but neither made a comment, only laughed as if in agreement.

Michael knew that Carl and Sean had been talking about him and what they had shared, and inwardly, he smiled. He knew it to be so, for why else would Sean be blushing? he reasoned.

"If you tell me where the dishes are, Jason and I will set the table," Michael asked, but Carl was quicker.

"Done already Mickey," Carl said and Michael grimaced.

"It's Michael, not Mickey," he corrected, causing Carl to blush. "My step father always called me that and I grew to hate it," he added without further explanation.

"Sorry Michael, I won't make that mistake again," Carl said curtly.

"I'm not offended sir, it's that I really hate that nickname," he said smiling at Carl.

"Carl, would you go pour the wine for the dinner while I get these dishes of food out to the table," Sean asked and handed both Jason and Michael a dish to carry also.

Dinner was over and Jason and Carl had gone home. Sean turned to Michael and he saw a spark in his eyes.

"It's been a long day and I'm tired, so would you mind if I went to bed," Sean asked in the foyer, and not daring to be alone with the man.

"I'm ready for bed also," Michael said with a warm smile.

He accompanied Sean as he went about shutting off lights and then stopped at the bottom of the stairs to turn off the tree's lights. He took Sean's hand in his as they walked up the stairs. Sean could feel the fire rekindling and it alarmed him. When they got to Michael's bedroom door, Michael turned to Sean, pulled him into his arms and smiled down at Sean.

"Sleep with me, please?" he asked as he brushed an errant lock of hair from Sean's forehead.

"Michael, I..." but Michael's kiss interrupted him.

Michael did not give him a chance to answer, but merely took his hand and led him into the bedroom. Sean paused for a long moment as he looked at the handsomeness of Michael in the moonlight that streamed in through the window. Not a light was on, only the moonlight illuminated Michael's strong features and Sean could feel his strength waning.

"No questions. No emotional involvement," he whispered and yet there was something in Michael's eyes that said that he wanted more than just sex from Sean.

Sean mentally shrugged off that look, remembering Michael's words for earlier.

"No questions and no involvement," Michael.

Sean stood on his toes and touched his lips to Michael's. Inside he was pondering if he should be angry with the man for assuming that he would just fall into his arms and bed again. Did Michael think that he was easy or perhaps a slut, he wondered as Michael kissed him and his hands took liberties over his body?

Somehow it didn't matter, after all, Michael would be leaving just after the first of the year and Sean would never see him again. Sean stopped thinking when Michael's tongue began caressing each place that was being exposed as Michael undressed him. The fire...that inferno fire was raging again in Sean, and his own body was betraying him with moans and sighs as Michael's tongue paid homage to Sean's body.

"I can't take this Michael...I need you in me," Sean heard himself pleading.

Michael stood and undressed, carried Sean to the bed and covered Sean with his own body as they fell to the bed. Within seconds, Sean felt Michael's cock invading him and he stiffened momentarily as he waited for the pain to subside and the pleasure...and oh what pleasure it was, to replace it.

Sean kept his legs high on Michael's shoulders as the hung Marine pillaged his ass with his monster cock. Sean wove his fingers through the thick carpet of fur and pinched Michael's nipples unmercifully. Michael moaned loudly and his rhythm quickened to a violent pace as he pounded Sean's ass with everything in him.

Sean felt his climax rising and he thought of Robert to stay it off. He was going to take every pleasure he could from Michael before he could no longer hold off.

Michael's cock, as if not large enough, was swelling profusely as his own climax approached. He held off also, wanting to ensure that he came right along with Sean, but the longer he fucked the man, the needier he became for release.

"Come with me... shoot along with me baby boy," Michael said, no he demanded and Sean was not going to bow to another demand.

He felt he had already compromised his promise to not give in to Michael's needs so he was not going to cum, not because Michael demanded it. He felt the heat rising as Michael's cock swelled and then spewed violently into his heat.

Michael's grunts and moans excited Sean, but he kept his mind on Robert and his cheating so that he did not cum. Spent and exhausted, Michael fell upon Sean with a heated kiss.

"You didn't cum baby boy," Michael whispered, pulled out and sat back on his haunches, looking down at Sean.

"I guess I wasn't yet ready," he lied, but Michael was not going to let him off that easy.

Sean's cock was still hard and it was oozing profusely, precum. Michael lowered his mouth and took Sean's swollen cock into his mouth. Sean grabbed the sheets in his fists and surrendered to Michael's talent, minutes after Michael began sucking.

"Oh fuck... harder...faster...I'm cumming," Sean screamed and shot his seed into Michael's eager mouth.

"Mmmmm," Michael moaned as Sean shot his seed and Michael swallowed every drop.

Both of them were spent when Michael turned Sean away and then pulled his back against him, throwing his leg and arm across Sean. Michael purred softly and drifted off to sleep, while Sean lay there, thinking.

"I love you Michael," he whispered at a breath's softness and then he too allowed sleep to overtake him.

Michael's eyes flew open.

To be continued...

There you go, chapter two. I do hope that ya'll are enjoying it and I would love to hear your thoughts at: christoskastellanos@yahoo.com

Thanks guys, Christos.