The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, cease reading now and depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind always to practice safe sex.
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Patrick Young ClayCub51@Yahoo.com
CLAY -- Chapter Six "Epiphanies"
Three loud raps on the door shook Clay out of his daze. He jumped to his feet and snatched open the door. There HE was! The compact frame rippled with thick bulges under black crew neck sweater and 501 jeans, black boots planted squarely. A surge of heat and slickness shot through Clay's cock, making him shudder slightly, as the little muscle stud smiled warmly through the wild silvery beard, blue steel eyes twinkling.
"So, cubby, you gonna let Daddy in or am I gonna have to teach you some manners?" he said playfully.
"Please come in, sir!" Clay replied, a wide flourish of his hand to the living room. "And welcome. I appreciate your seeing me so soon." He closed the door and was pulled down into a tight bear hug that took his breath for a second. His arms returned the embrace, his hands marveling at the slabs of muscle undulating in them beneath the rich black cashmere. "Thank you so much!"
"Whatever you need, I'm here for you, cub," the sultry bass murmured into Clay's neck. He pulled away and gazed up into Clay's green eyes warmly. "So talk to me."
"Please make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink? I have about everything..." Clay burbled, ushering the man to the sofa, banging his shin on the coffee table. "OWWW! Dammit!"
"Relax, cub. No need to get all flustered," he chuckled as he eased into the cushions. "Pour me a good shot of Scotch, neat, and pour yourself one, too. Let's make this time real pleasurable together, enjoy ourselves, okay?"
"Yessir! I'll be right back!" Clay stepped in the galley kitchen, got out the Dewar's and two short heavy glasses, poured them each half full, and brought them in. He handed one to his guest, who clinked it to Clay's.
"Here's to your future, cubby," he said, "which starts now."
"To the future, sir!" Clay repeated as he sat down. They both took a stout pull. Warmth radiated from within and from each other.
"I guess I should explain myself a bit for the other night first, Mr. Clayton Stephen Grant," he began, staring squarely into Clay's eyes, which widened at the sound of his name. "Don't be surprised I know your name. I already know a good bit about you, your wife, your calibre. I make it my business to check out fresh talent, especially when I flub the introductions like I did with you. My close circle calls me Corey, as you figured from the card I left. Only special ones have that number, Clay, so consider yourself included. Just don't disrespect it, or me, or your peers in that company, and we'll be great!" The smooth bass was hypnotic and welcoming. Clay relaxed into the cushions as another sip of the Scotch hit bottom. "I've been on an extended trip, so I didn't know Warren had sold his condo until yesterday when I got back to my office. He got a kick out the my tale of my botched welcome home; in fact he was quite jealous of you that I was so spent I didn't come find him that night anyway!" Corey threw back his buzzed head and roared in hearty laughter.
Clay was beet red, squirming a bit. "He knows what happened? Oh my God, I hope he doesn't ..., I mean..."
"Sure, he knows, Clay. I share myself totally with my circle, and especially with my cubs. We operate in complete honesty. There's never a reason for secrets anyway, which is what should be, right? I'll expect that from you, as you shall from me. Do you understand me, cub?"
Clay's brain was processing as fast as he could, but words just wouldn't come out. "Uh, I think so, sir. You want me in your ...`circle'?"
Corey clapped Clay on the shoulder with a roar. "God, you're as quick as you are adorable, cubby!"
Electricity shot from the man's hand to Clay's crotch. Clay's mouth gaped incredulously, taking in a sharp inhale. "But why me?"
"Why NOT you?" was the response. The man sat back, patiently sipping his drink.
Clay swallowed hard, his cock hardening, bulging in his shorts. "I'm a little overwhelmed, I guess, and so many things have happened recently that I haven't sorted them all out yet. Like the feeling I get being with you," his cock was leaking now, making an obvious spot, "now, and like the other night. I'd never done that before, been in bed with a man, you see, much less got off on it. And I DID get off on it!" He giggled nervously.
"Of course you did, son," Corey replied. "Everybody loves for Daddy to love `em up good. You did just right, enjoying yourself like that. So what's the problem? Surely not that thing growing in your shorts, is it?"
Clay flushed crimson again, hot wetness radiating from his brow, his armpits, his loins. "I'm not sure what it is, sir. I've been very happily married for over 10 years, but lately I'm having all these sexual encounters, and they're with men. First, I run into a neighbor in the building who comes on to me. I get completely turned on and we jerk each other off right there in the hallway, of all places. The other night with you, well, I've never felt desired like that before, or so desirous for more. You blew me away totally. The very next morning the guy from downstairs wants me to fuck him, my first time to do that, and it was amazing! But then I help a guy home from the bar last night, and got thrown down and... well, raped..., yet it was strangely thrilling. This manloving is so new to me, I don't know..., I don't know how to put it..."
"Tell me what you DO know, Clay, what's your TRUTH," the man said, leaning in closely again, the strong hand cupping the back of Clay's head, stroking warmly. "I want to hear you tell Daddy what you know."
Clay leaned back into the hand stroking his head, his dick throbbing in his lap, and sighed, melting into a sense of safety. "I know I like feeling this way, being touched by you, sir," he began, smiling softly. "I know I'm not wrong or bad for wanting to be close to you again."
"That's right, cub, you're perfect. Go on."
"I know I want to know you. I know you can teach me things. I know I want you to show me how to do this right, how to please you, to pleasure you, sir..." Clay's voice turned husky as he reached up to caress the strong forearm at his shoulder, marveling at the mass of hairy muscle escaping the sweater sleeve.
"First things first, my boy," Corey responded, himself husky and hot. "Tonight is about what YOU want, or you couldn't have asked me to come to you. Tell me who and what you are, Clay, and you'll get whatever you want from me. Just be clear what that is, and why you want me to give it to you."
Clay locked eyes with the powerful little man whose muscular torso swelled masterfully before him, mesmerizing him into complete honesty, the words tumbling forth in a sudden torrent. "I want to make a difference in this life, Corey. I want to ease some of the misery I see. I want people to love each other, respect each other, help each other. I want to my life to matter, to tell people they are important to me, not just my family, my wife and my friends, but their partners, their friends and families, too. Hell, the neighborhood, the city, the whole goddamn planet for that matter! I want to help make that possibility be SO, not just a theory! I want barriers to come down. I want people to stop lying to each other, to understand each other. I want people to stop hating each other for their skin color or eye shape, who they sleep with, who they pray to. I want prejudice to end. I want the world to be greater by my being in it. But I don't know what I'm supposed to do to make that happen." Hot tears streamed down Clay's face as he expressed his passionate dream. "Then I meet these men, strong, virile, hot men who show me a sexual side of myself I never knew before, and I like the sex, I like the maleness of it all, and I want more! I want that sexy power to fuel the momentum. I want there to be no limit to how the dignity of every human being, male or female, can help me make a difference, even if it's in one small moment, for just one life. Does that make any sense, Corey, or am I just a completely fucked up madman? Can you help me figure this out?"
Corey launched on top of Clay, pinning him to the sofa cushions, thrust his formidable, and very hard, crotch against Clay's raging shorts, smashed his beard against Clay's lips, the kiss a mad duel of tongues. "GodDAMN, cubby, you get me fired up with your passion! You make more sense than I've heard in this city of politicians in years! You're the one, all right! The bearer of the vision I've been asking for. And you showed up gorgeous, to boot!" He clutched Clay in a full body embrace, kissing him again deeply. "Yes, Clay, I'll help you. Daddy's here. You want to know your power? Whatever it takes, I'm yours. All that love in your heart is going to come out, and make that difference!"
"But how?" Clay whispered.
Corey smiled warmly at the big strong blond man he held. "First, I'm going to claim you for my cub, and you're going to claim me for your Daddy. And then we're going to unleash some loving on this world!"
Clay surrendered into the arms of his maestro, trembling with joy. "Claim me, Daddy," he breathed. "I'm ready."
Corey took Clay's hands in his and brought them together over his head. "Okay, cubby, just do as I tell you, no more and no less. You will leave your hands where I place them. You will not move anywhere or do anything until I tell you to. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir. Perfectly clear."
"Good. Now we're going to take our time and do this proper. You know how good it feels to be in a man's ass, you said, and you know what hurts, too, right, son?"
"Yes, sir. It hurt bad."
"You never need to know hurt again, cub. Loving never has to hurt. You may feel discomfort, or pressure, even domination, but pain? No, cubby, no pain unless you want to feel pain. Whatever you want, whatever you desire, you will surrender to it and know only pleasure. Surrender to me, Clay. Surrender to me loving you, son, to your desire to be taken by me, without fear. I will never hurt you. But I will have you, love you, claim you totally. You will be my love, and I yours. What we do and who we become is ours forever, cannot be undone, cannot be negated, cannot be denied. We will brand the other with our seed, our essence of creation. We can never be apart from one another again, for we assimilate that essence into our bodies, our beings. We will forever live in each other." The steel blue eyes bored into Clay's soul. "Do you understand?"
Clay's heart was bursting with desire, compelled by the litany of Corey's words, his breathing a staccato of lust, his cock an iron pillar throbbing, leaking. "I understand, Daddy."
"So we begin." Corey released his grip on Clay's hands. They stayed above his head. Corey raised up over his trembling cub and stripped off his sweater. The sight of the silvery mat of sworls covering the perfectly muscled torso made Clay gasp. Corey pulled the tail of Clay's sweatshirt up and over his head, off his outstretched arms, which returned exactly where they had been. "Good boy!" Corey observed as he trailed his fingertips down the sides of Clay's face gently, down his strong neck and through the blond down on the heaving pecs until they found Clay's hardening nipples, one in each palm. He kneaded the strong mounds, then rhythmically tweaked the swelling nubs, twisting the left one right, then left, pinching the right one tightly. Clay groaned as he felt twin jolts shoot through his balls and up his cock shaft with a surge of precum.
"Feel the connection, cub, feel the love flow through you," the master crooned. He sat back, and yanked Clay's shorts and boxers to his ankles in one movement. Clay's cock bounced off his furry abs with a loud thwack, threads of viscous dicklube flying. Corey stood, pulled the shorts and socks off Clay's feet and pushed the strong legs apart on the cushions. He slipped off his boots, then released his belt and ripped the buttons of the fly apart. His turgid purple weapon peeked out of its hood and danced lewdly as he stepped out of the jeans, then knelt between his cub's thighs, spreading them wide.
Strong hands crept up Clay's legs to meet, encircling his manhood, thumbs together beneath the big balls, massaging gently at the perineum before pushing back to Clay's quivering pucker. "Ohhhhh..." escaped Clay's gaping mouth as the hands parted, one to engulf his thick shaft, the other enclosing his scrotum as a thumb stroked his dampening sphincter. He lurched himself forward into the hot hands with another "Ohhhh!"
"Now, now, cub, Daddy wants you to lay still, remember? This is MY part, not yours." The younger man stilled again, but tensed, quivering. "Daddy knows where you want him, love, where you need him to go. Don't worry, son, I know how to love you up! Let Daddy love you..." and he devoured Clay's cock to the pubes, swallowing the flared head into his expert throat as he carefully plugged his thumb through Clay's clenching hole.
Clay roared in lust as fireworks exploded behind his eyelids. His sphincter welcomed the thick digit smoothly, lusciously, urging it further into his hot bowels, as he released a river of lube into the intense nursing suction of the hot mouth devouring his pole. Still his hands remained in place, despite the urge to clasp his master's head to him tighter, but no. He surrendered utterly to his command to be taken, his desire to be claimed. Long moments of expertise caused his balls to rise tightly, his trigger cocking to fire.
"Oh, no you don't, cubbo," Corey spat as he pulled off Clay's engorged tool and clamped a vise grip around the head, stemming the urge. "We ain't hardly begun to make you feel good. Patience, love, patience..." He laved the big balls, chewing gently one, then the other. Lower and lower his mouth went, until his thick tongue danced with his thumb in Clay's clutching hole, thrusting, widening, drenching. He released Clay's cock, which slammed back against the heaving stomach, spat into his hand loudly, peeled back his foreskin and slicked his cudgel to the hilt. "Now, son, receive my love." He moved his swollen cock into position at Clay's winking hole and waited.
The whimpering cub was awash in sweat and spit, panting as his maestro towered over him. He wanted to move, but he could only throb. Then it started: he felt his sphincter kiss, then caress, then surrender open receive the purple head of his master's magnificence. Sweetly, effortlessly it entered him, centimeter by inch, spreading, filling, owning his welcoming cavern. On and on the hugeness traveled, miles of it, tons of it, one long steady stroke along his prostate, until it ceased moving, swelled, pulsed against his solar plexus. He had taken it ALL!
Clay beheld his fucker, his Daddy, through tears of bliss streaming down his face: the powerful body of his master, the slabs of muscle perfectly proportioned in symmetry, fluidly dancing with a gymnast's grace beneath the shimmering pelt of brown and silver, was joined to him, mancock within manass. His own phallus stood proud between them, rampant, ready. "Thank you, Daddy," Clay barely could whisper.
"Thank you, son," the resonant bass replied sweetly. He leaned over Clay and entertwined his fingers with the hands that had not moved, trapping Clay's member between their hard bellies, and pressed his bearded face into Clay's mouth. He began a slow, rocking thrust rhythm, and asked, "Do you love me, Clay?"
"Yes, sir, I do. All of you." He nestled back against his impaler, barely able to breathe.
"I love you, Clay. All of you. Do you know that?" He banged his boy again and again, every sweaty muscle straining.
"Yes, sir, I know you love me, Daddy." Shockwaves of pleasure emanated from his core to every cell of his body.
"Do you know why I love you, cub?" he said as long, intense licks laved the side of Clay's face, his neck, chewed on an earlobe noisily.
His body riding the bold pounding, their skins getting hotter and slicker with lust, Clay replied, "I deserve it, Daddy, you loving me."
"Good, cubby, you believe your power," the musclebear's husky bass rumbled back, withdrawing his shaft until his corona caught against the inner sphincter and plummeted back to the hilt, "your power, Clay," again, "calling me to you," again, "desiring love," again, "worthy of love," again, "loving me," again, "loving yourself," again.
Clay's spasming asspucker became a throbbing volcanic receptacle for the cannon of hooded flesh bludgeoning him. "Love... daddy... power... love... worthy... love me..." he whispered back.
"You belong to me now, Clay, ...AHH!!" as his geyser erupted, aimed at his cub's heart from inside.
"OHH!" Clay wailed as his body clenched, and spewed his own flood between them. "OHHDaddy!"
"...and I belong to you...nAHH!" "OHHyessir!"
"Drink me now. ...ngAHH!" "OHHyesfillme!"
"...nngAHH!" "OHHGodyes!"
"I live in you now, son, ...nnngAHH!" "OHHHI'm yours!"
"Now and always, Clay nnNNGGAAAHHH I CLAIM YOU!!" and he collapsed into his cub's hot mouth to seal their bond with a deep kiss, capturing Clay's final wailed "OHHHHHH!!"
The dance of blessed rut lasted for minutes, slowing to a gentle rocking back and forth in each other's embrace. All motion ended save the immense spent bludgeon throbbing deeply within cream-drowned chasm, its new mate slowly deflating in sticky pools coagulating between hirsute torsos, in synch with attuned heartbeats. Clay opened his eyes, and saw the soft shining orbs of his Master, whose fingers stroked his cheek. He inhaled deeply, their combined pheromones swirling, heavy, pungent, potent. He felt a surge of rightness, of bliss, of power, billowing around them, radiating from them, flowing through them. "Oh, Daddy!" he whimpered, tears flowing anew.
"Shhh, cubbylove, shhh," Corey cooed as he gently kissed and licked Clay's face. "You're safe. Feel it. Own it. Know it. Know the love!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Dedicated to you, my Lion. YK.
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