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 Seven "Claimings"
Clay gazed out the den window at the streets of Adams Morgan, bustling with weekend nightlife. `What a magic night!' he thought. People of every color and garb, groups and singles frolicking in the cold winter air, scurrying to dinner, to dates, to home, to life. And what did this life hold, now that he was invoked to make his difference, claimed by a wonderful, powerful, charismatic man, claimed to know and channel the power of love, of manlove, of possibility?
His skin radiated a glow, a rich aroma of power, of maleness. He felt strong, virile, safe. He felt Corey inside him, a murmur in his heart, a calm in his spirit, his abdomen awash with hot Daddycum. He sipped the remains of his celebratory Scotch, the toast Corey had poured them and brought to him, naked and spent on the couch after his claiming. That magic, gorgeous little muscle stud had come to him! One vague phone call, and he had come to Clay. Had dared him to speak the dream he had always known, his intention to make a difference in this life. Had fed him with passion and manlove and glorious power. Had claimed him into "The Circle" as his cub. What did this all mean? What had changed? How had he changed? He just knew he WAS changed. He knew he was accepted, just as he was. He knew he was whole. He was a player, a participant of full stature and authority. He was loved.
They had not said much after they finally uncoupled. It had seemed, though probably hadn't, really, like they had remained joined for an hour, tenderly caressing the other, before Corey's thick 7-inch cock had slowly softened enough to withdraw from Clay's hole with a sodden "PLOP!" Clay had moaned "NOOOO..." at the sudden emptiness he felt.
Corey had gently shushed him. "Remember, cub, I shall always live in you now. We must separate, but we shall forever be joined. Do you understand?" Clay had nodded weakly. "Do you believe me, Clay?"
"Yes, Corey, I believe you," he had said softly.
Corey had disappeared into the bathroom and returned with warm washcloths and fluffy towels to lovingly lick and kiss and clean his newly-claimed cub, wrapping him loosely in the chenille throw. He had strutted naked and magnificent into the kitchen and returned with refilled glasses, handed Clay one and clinked it. "To your future, love!" he had rumbled deep.
Clay had smiled broadly, feeling his new maestro's love throughout his being. "To my future!"
Corey had quickly dressed, lifted Clay's face into his beard and kissed him deeply, and left silently.
The phone rang, rang, rang, rang, rang. "Oh, all right!" Clay grumbled, reaching for the receiver. "Clay Grant here."
Soft sobs came from the other end. "It's Josh, Clay. That guy at the gymEheE he threw me away!" A wrenched sad moan erupted. "Can I come up?"
"Of course, man. You know I'm here for you. Get your ass up here!"
Clay heard the downstairs door slam and footsteps bound two at a time up the staircase. He pulled the chenille loosely around him as he walked to the door, opening it as Josh rounded the landing, still in his sweaty workout togs. His dark-haired neighbor was disheveled, red-eyed, a stricken look on his face. He dove into Clay's arms and buried his wet face in the furry blond chest, dissolving into sobs. Clay closed the door and just held on, gently rocking them as he stroked the soft raven locks. "C'mere, man. I've got you now. Shhhh." Slowly Josh quieted. Clay led him to the couch and pulled them into a warm snuggle, tugging the chenille to cocoon them together. "Just tell me what happened, Josh."
He began quietly, "He pulled me out the steam room door by my dick in his big hand, squeezing me really tight, and pushed me into the hall ahead of him. I almost tripped, he was so strong and excited. We wrapped up in towels to get back to the locker room and got dressed and our gear. God, Clay, he's so gorgeous and that cock of his was so huge bobbing between his legs, I never felt so ready to fuck. He had this look in his eyes that was so hot, like he wanted to devour me right there. He had me by the arm and practically dragged me back to his place. We barely got in the door when he slammed me against the wall and began eating my face and neck, humping into my crotch. I was SO hard and he felt so good, but then he got rougher and wilder and started making these weird noises. Then all of a sudden he stopped cold and stared at me. I was pressed between his big muscles and the wall when I felt it: that big dick I was pushing against was totally soft. He was flaccid! His hard-on had just disappeared!" The tears began anew. "I didn't turn him on, Clay. He looked at me with this blank expression, like I was transparent, like I disgusted him or somethingE"
Clay was lost in dejˆ vu. The scenario was unbelievably familiar, so raw. A sudden clinch of his asshole made him shudder slightly, yet the immediate sensation was one of calm, of clarity. Yes, his ass had taken a rough pounding from the big Irishman the other night, brutal and mean, so recent yet so foreign, because now it was healed, bathed in the balm of his Daddyman's claiming, full of Corey's still-hot cum, his master's loving essence, feeding him power, nurturing his heart. Clay was instantly clear: This was not just about Josh. This was also about Tony Ð a wounded, fragile Tony! And now he was to channel Corey's gift of claiming him, taking him into The Circle, and take THEM on, to help sort this out for them both, to claim THEM. He tossed aside the chenille and maneuvered Josh to face him, their legs entertwined around each other's ass, so that he enveloped the shaking body with his, pressed together from crotches to chests, his big arms holding tightly around Josh's broad back, stroking the strong muscles warmly. "That's just not so, Josh," he whispered in an ear, punctuated by a soft kiss.
"It is, too, he didn't want me, Clay. I think it was YOU he wanted, not me. You didn't come with us, and he just couldn't get it up with me," Josh sobbed. "I never felt so worthless! I was hot and hard and ready to fuck my brains out with this hunk, and he rejected me. I'm not what he wanted. I'm not good enough to turn him on. He just stood there looking at me with this pained expression on his face, and then heE then heE he just backed up, opened the door, said `GO AWAY!' and threw me out. I feel like shit, like such a NOTHING!"
Clay took Josh's streaked, sad face in both his hands and locked his eyes with the deep chocolate drops brimming with tears. He slowly thumbed away wetness, then laid a gentle kiss on the trembling lips. "Josh, I want you to listen to me now. I want you to do something that may be very difficult, but I want you to do it anyway. Can you do this for me, Josh?"
The dark eyes blinked. "I don't know if I can do anything right. I'm so fucked upE"
"Josh, don't talk for a minute, just listen to me. Will you do that?" he said kindly. Josh nodded his assent. "Good man." Clay kissed his fragile neighbor again, inhaling his wonderful musk deeply. "Now Josh, I want you to observe several things. First, you are in my arms. You are pressed against my entire body, and I am holding you tightly. And you know why you are in my arms, don't you?" Josh slowly shook his head `no,' his eyes lowering. Clay reached up and snapped Josh's chin up to claim eyes again. "Yes, you do, Josh. You do know. You know I love you." Two huge new tears spilled from Josh's lids down the bronzed cheeks. Clay leaned in to lick and kiss them away. "Mmmmm! I love the taste of you, Josh. I love the feel of your strong body against me, the scent of your skin. I love the heat of your beautiful heart pulsing next to me."
That pulse stirred in Josh's loins suddenly, hardening the dark hooded cock to tent the shorts and press against Clay's flesh. He realized that Clay had been totally naked against him this whole time, and he hadn't even noticed. His cock surged again, as he stared into the green gems that demanded his attention. He opened his mouth, but Clay put a finger against his lips. "No, Josh, this is my time to speak, and you said would just listen to me. So honor your word." The command was gentle yet unequivocal, ripe with a clear power and authority, so he remained silent.
"Observe yourself, Josh, in my arms, next to my heart. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are virile. You are sexy. You know this, and you love me holding you close." Josh shuddered, and sighed, and relaxed against Clay's furry front, his tented shorts swelling again, a wet spot growing between them. "Observe how you honor me with your body, how you acknowledge my loving you. Grow hard against me, Josh, return the love to me."
Josh's cock surged again against Clay's crotch, which also came to stand at full glory, pulsing strongly, a drop of dew emerging. Clay reached down and pulled the nylon of Josh's shorts aside, freeing the bloated tube which thrust forward, the cowl retreating from the glistening purple head drooling, colliding with his own, a manly dance of desire, of brotherhood, of love. He peeled the damp singlet from Josh's beautiful downy torso, and gathered the hard mass of hot muscles to himself again. "Observe us, Josh, our bodies loving our maleness, our understanding, our bond. Observe how perfectly we know the pleasure of being together, of being exactly who we are in this moment. Do you see us, Josh?" A slight nod. "Do you see how beautiful we are here, together, Josh?" A bigger nod. "Do you see how beautiful we each are, Josh?" Another nod. "Do you see how beautiful I see you? How hard you make me? How joyous I am holding you, Josh?" Three nods. "Do you see how beautiful you are, Josh?" Josh paused, then slowly nodded again. "Then speak to me, Josh, tell me you see how beautiful you are."
Josh looked into the radiant strong face of his guide, emerald eyes full of power and kindness and truth. "I see me beautiful in your arms, Clay," he said quietly.
"Yes, Josh, you are beautiful. Here in my arms, holding you close and safe and loved. You are the most beautiful man in the universe to me in this moment. Tell me you believe me, Josh."
"I believe you think I am beautiful," he started, "butE."
"No buts, Josh. Either you believe me or you don't. Do you believe me?"
"Yes, Clay, I have no reason not to believe you."
"Then you are beautiful, Josh. Tell me you know you are beautiful."
"I am beautiful to you," he fudged, fidgeting in their embrace.
"So answer me a question, Josh. Who told you that you were not beautiful?"
Josh clinched slightly. "He never told me his name at the gymE"
"Oh, him? His name I know, Josh. It's Tony. But Tony never told you anything, did he?"
"He didn't have to. I sawE"
Clay cut him off, "AhahahahahE we're not talking about Tony. Who told you that you weren't beautiful? Tony didn't tell you that. Who told you that, Josh?"
"That goddamn voice in my head," Josh whimpered. "I said it E to myself."
"And do you believe that, or do you believe me, Josh? You said you believed me, that you saw yourself beautiful in my arms. Who is telling the truth here?"
"I believe you are telling me the truth, Clay."
"So you are beautiful. Tell me the truth, Josh."
Josh hesitated again. He didn't like this game. As wonderful and turned on as he felt in Clay's arms, there was that voice that wouldn't let the words past.
"Who are you listening to, Josh?"
"That voice. I can't say itE" he squeaked.
"It's a lie, Josh. The voice is a liar. You are beautiful. What other lies has he told you?" Clay was firm, steady, compelling.
Josh's throat caught. Hot tears flowed again against Clay's neck. "That it was my faultE my fault that Barry diedE." A faint wail began from an abyss of sadness.
"Is it true, Josh? Was Barry's death your fault?"
"No, butE"
"Then it's a liar who is in your head, Josh. He's a liar, and a trickster, and he is not your truth. The truth is that you are beautiful, and whole, and good, a real man, and I love you." Clay felt a pulse, then a throb from deep within the trembling body he held. "Be a man, Josh. Be your truth. Be your power!" A spasm lurched Josh's body forward, crushing their rampant dicks together between them.
A blast of hot spunk exploded from Josh's hard pole with a deep powerful bellow of release.
"I am beautiful!" A second spurt erupted, then another, wracking the two big men in their rocking cathartic embrace. "I AM! I am not a lie! I am love!" He ground himself against Clay again and again. "I am a man! And I am beautiful! I am a MAN!"
Clay pressed back against his companion fervently. "Yes, my beautiful man. You are love."
They held each other tightly, tenderly, steadily rocking, stroking for long minutes. When they stilled, Josh whispered, "What did you just do to me?"
"I did nothing, Josh. You did it all. You made your magic again. It has always been within you, and tonight you called it forth. I held you as you forgave yourself, Josh. I was present as you claimed your power, your beauty, your love. I am honored."
"Didn't you get off?" Josh asked breathlessly.
"That doesn't matter, Josh. I've cum with you, I just didn't shoot this time. That doesn't diminish what you did, what we experienced together. Nothing can ever change it, what you felt with me and I with you." Clay kissed Josh softly. "You are, and shall ever be for me, the bearer of magic! You silenced the liar with your magic. He can't hurt you any more."
Josh's twinkling smile gradually returned. "No, he can't." He kissed Clay back sweetly. "I believe you, Clay. I believe ME!"
"Now THAT's the man I know! Josh the Magic!" Clay chuckled. "Now go home, Josh. Go get a shower and some sleep, you beautiful hunk. You've earned it." He tousled the dark hair playfully as they disentwined.
Josh wrestled his shorts back over his barely-deflated cock, picked up his shirt and strode to the door. He turned back to his wonderful neighbor, his priest tonight, his friend. "Thank you, Clay. I'll never forget this."
Clay beamed back at the gorgeous vision of man, proud, beautiful and powerful, standing there. "No, Josh, you won't. Ain't that great?"
"Yes, you dear man, my friend, it is great!"
"Then be your greatness! Now get outta here, and get some rest. We can talk more tomorrow."
Clay bounded up the steps to Tony's townhouse and rang the bell. He shifted from one foot to the other to dance off the cold wind still howling down Woodley Place. He thought, `I don't know how this is going to go down, but I know I've got to do it. I can only hope Tony is receptive.'
The door was yanked open. Tony stood disheveled, ashen. "Oh, it's you,' he snorted. "Come on in out of the cold."
"Thanks, Tony," Clay replied as he stepped into the foyer, the scene of the crime. He had thought he might feel uneasy, but he felt only the power of his intention to close a wound, be it his, or Josh's, or Tony's.
Tony closed the door, and looked at Clay, bewildered. "What are you doing here?" he asked quietly, warily. "You want another piece of me, or did your little boyfriend send you?"
"Josh is my neighbor and my friend, Tony. There's no agenda between us, although he did come up to tell me what happened after the gym last night."
Tony growled, suddenly defensive, "I thought maybe you just didn't want to share your boy last night, so I took him. What wild story did he tell you? That I fucked him up or something? Listen, he came along quite willingly, but nothing happened, man."
"That's what he said, that nothing happened," Clay replied. "And to answer your other question, no, I'm not looking for a `piece' of you, Tony. I've HAD a piece of you. And the truth is I rather liked it, once I sobered up enough to realize I wasn't injured. But it took a while to get to that. Do you remember what happened?"
"So you're not here to kick my ass?" Tony sighed and hung his head. "Well, as for the other night, I can't say that I really remember much, man. I know I tried picked you up at Jack's, but then after the game came on, well, that's pretty blurry. I know I woke up in the morning in my bed, covered in cum. I figured it must have been yours, or ours. But that's all."
"Well, you were pretty smashed. Do you mind if we talk about it?"
"Okay, but I don't know what I can tell you. Come in and have a seat," Tony offered. Clay followed him to the living room, took off his parka and draped it on the arm the deep leather couch, and sank into the rich cushions. Tony sat, not too closely but near, and held his head in his hands. "Did I hurt you or something? That why you didn't want to come along last night?"
"Well, it WAS somethingE, and that was a part of my reasons," Clay began. "Do you remember what happened in the ballgame at all?"
Tony brightened. "Well, yeah, I was telling you about my ex, Scott, who was playing! He was great! God, he looked good! He made this unbelievable catch, andE" his voice caught in his throat as he locked eyes with Clay. "Ohmigod, he didn't get up. Oh shit, now I remember, he got hurt. They hurt my boyE" he trailed off, staring at his visitor, and grabbed Clay's thigh suddenly.
Clay covered the big hand with his own, tenderly. "Yes, you called him your boy. You also called him your love." Tony froze like a deer in headlights. "You still love him, too, don't you, Tony?"
"You don't know nothing!" Tony snarled. "Who do you think you are coming in here and making up lies about what I said at the bar? I was drunk. You didn't hear that! You don't know me! Who are you anyway?"
"I'm the guy you tried to drink under the table that night, the guy you hugged when you saw your man score, who watched you damn near panic when you saw him in trouble, who brought you home, and the thanks I got was to get thrown on the floor and your big dick stuffed up my dry ass, that's who I am! You called me Scott, and then you raped me, slapped me, telling me `You're MINE! MINE!' You rode me until you came, until I came, and then you passed out. I'm the man who hauled you upstairs and put you in your bed with your cum dripping out of my ass down my legs. I think that qualifies as knowing you some, Tony, at least enough for a little explanation."
Tony swallowed hard, his hazel eyes brimming. "I'm over him, man! He's gone! They sold him, traded him away and he let them. No, goddammit, it's over!" he barked.
"Is it, Tony?" Clay stroked the lush dark hair on Tony's hand still clinched to his thigh. "Your actions are saying you still care very deeply for him. What's going on in that big Irish heart of yours, Tony? You can tell me about it."
"No! I can't!" A tear escaped. Tony grimaced. "I can't go through that againE" The other tear fell. "It still hurts too much!"
Clay reached out and brushed away the tears. "You've been alone with this hurt long enough. I see you wanting to be rid of it. I can help you do that, Tony." His voice was compelling, full of power, loving. "Will you let me in?"
"You don't want to be in here, with all this shit," Tony moaned, clutching his heart. "I'm toxic. I ruin things. I hurt people."
"You don't intend to hurt people, Tony. Even when you were dominating me, fucking me so rough, yeah, it hurt, but I knew you didn't really intend to harm me." Clay bored into the wet hazel eyes, straight to Tony's truth, and spoke clearly. "You wanted to rape that pain, Tony, not me, and certainly not Scott. I'm right, aren't I?"
Tony sat silent for a moment. "I'm not a rapist," he finally said in a low, fierce tone. "All you bottoms want it rough!"
Clay shot back, "You're wrong, Tony. You're a handsome, virile, sexy man, but desiring you does not mean every man wants you only to be rough, or dominate, or even to be top. You think sex is about pain, or control, or what position you have to assume to get off? You're much more than a conduit of pain. No matter what hurt you might feel inside, I don't believe you really want to hurt another, someone who desires you, certainly not your special one, the one you call your boy, because I see you loving him."
Tony's face contorted with grief. "I never hurt my boy. I know how he wanted me; he wanted to belong to me, loved my big dick in his hot ass. He liked me to fuck him rough, but I never hurt him. I just want him back so bad! But he's gone. Now I can't control it. I wanted to fuck you and your boyfriend, like it was with Scott, hot and hard. But when you didn't want to go, I lost it. I couldn't even get it up! Now nobody wants to fuck with me. This sucks!"
"There's more to you than your dick and what you do with it, Tony, and you know it," Clay cut in strongly. "How was I to know if it was even safe to be with you again? That's why I balked. Was I, AM I in danger of anything from you, Tony? You owe me an honest answer to that!"
"I don't have any diseases, man! I'm in perfect health and get tested regularly, and I ALWAYS use protection!" Tony snapped back, then he stopped short. "But I didn't that night, did I? Oh shit, I was so drunk! Scott and I were exclusive, so we went bareback. But that wasn't him Ð it was YOU! Oh God, I never meantE" He looked mortified. "I'm really sorry."
"Well, I'm glad you cleared that up, Tony, And I forgive you." Clay replied, gazing into the hazel eyes.
"You do?" Tony asked in surprise. "For all of it?"
Clay reached out again and covered Tony's hand still clutching his chest. "Yes, all of it. Your biggest part is your heart, where you keep both your love for Scott and his absence, and the pain of his absence is corrupting your love. You confine yourself to this prison in your head, but you understand the distinction between your hurt and your love. Claim the understanding, Tony. Claim your heart. Let somebody in there with you, man." He stroked Tony's hand, his heart. "Let me in."
Tony squinted in distrust, and sighed. "Why would you do that, after what I've done?"
Clay moved close to the slumped hunk, and took him into his arms. His voice was kind and compelling. "Because I can, and because I choose to. Let me show you". He stood and pulled Tony up with him into a strong claiming hug. Tony bristled for a moment, then melted into the safely of Clay's powerful body holding him, asking for him. The big snake was back! "Come with me into your bed. I know the wayE" he demanded as he took Tony's hand and led him up the stairs.
When they reached the bedroom, Clay kicked off his shoes and socks and peeled out of his sweats in one fluid motion, then turned to unbutton Tony's flannel shirt and pull it off the broad shoulders. He caressed the full smooth chest, playing with the ring in Tony's right nipple, which triggered a gasp as he suddenly gripped Clay's wrists. "Hey, man, I'm the one who does thatE"
"No, not this time, Tony. You shall surrender to me now." Clay's words were clear, precise, riveting. His eyes brooked no disobedience. He broke out of the grasp and placed Tony's hands at his sides. "You will not speak again until I ask you to, and wherever I place you, you are to remain. Are we clear?" Tony swelled his chest, opened his mouth to protest, then closed it and nodded, a faint smile at the corners of his mouth as he accepted a familiar drill. Clay opened Tony's jeans and helped him out of them, the big cut cock hard and leaking. "You will do as I ask of you, for what you desire is that I guide you out of your prison and back into your heart, the place where you know love, your bliss, and you will surrender all resistance to me. You have nothing to fear, and you will only experience pleasure, Tony. Is that understood?" Again he nodded. Clay turned Tony around to the bed and laid him face down, his shoulders propped on a pillow so his face rested comfortably to the side. Clay lay beside him, one hand stroking a cheek, his other hand making broad circles across the strong wide back. He snuggled close, dropping his hardened cock in the palm of Tony's hand and he placed one leg between Tony's knees.
Clay tenderly kissed Tony's cheek, then licked his way to nuzzle his ear. "Hold my cock, Tony." The big hand folded gently around the fat tube pulsing there, stroked it, caressed it, felt it grow and harden and leak a blob of slickness onto his fingers. "My cock feels good in your hand. Big and potent and pleasured. Just like yours," Clay crooned as he stroked down Tony's back and over the tight buns between the splayed legs to fondle the big balls, kneading them slightly before proceeding to grasp the big tool exactly as he was being held. "We are the so much the same, Tony, aren't we? Big men. Formidable cocks that love their pleasuring. Good lovers, we, who love our loving, enjoy giving our lovers their pleasure through our big, hard dicks."
Clay's ministrations were bringing soft moans from Tony, as he stroked and slicked the hard flared head, then slid his sticky hand back to Tony's winking pucker, where he teased and tickled the wetness there. "Our sexy bodies know how to make our partners in loving know we mean only for them to experience our love, to share our pleasure, don't they, Tony? We are both masters of pleasure and love." Clay was slowly thrusting his hardness into Tony's hot palm clasping him intensely, as he splayed Tony's pucker and slid his finger gently inside. Tony moaned, but did not resist as another finger joined the first, gliding to Clay's second knuckles, inviting more. "We know when we are ready to claim our pleasure, both to give it and to receive it. We claim the bliss of giving our partner pleasure, don't we, Tony?"
Tony was bucking against Clay's hand, begging him in further, as he stroked Clay's cock in his hand intensely. "Claim the pleasure, Tony. Claim me pleasuring you. Guide me, Tony." Clay took Tony's hand with his cock pulsing in it and brought it into position. "Bring me into you now, Tony. Let me in. Claim my body pleasuring you, claiming you for your pleasure." Tony pressed Clay's wet dickhead to his undulating pucker, moaning, rearing back to consume it. "Love me, Tony. Receive my love into your heart. Claim your understanding of receiving love with my cock. You may speak to me now, Tony, and tell me your truth."
"Yes!" Tony bellowed as Clay held perfectly still and Tony pressed backward to envelope the hard column into him in one lunge. There was no resistance, no pain, no sensation but being filled, being claimed, being whole. "OhmiGOD, man! You're in me and it doesn't hurt." His eyes were wide with the revelation that there was no force, no restriction. He had surrendered, and it was good!
Clay lay carefully upon Tony's broad back, bringing his right hand to Tony's nipple ring, barely twisting it left and right, his left around to hold Tony's throbbing monster sliming his smooth tight belly. "Now, my wild Irishman, show me how you give us both pleasure from THAT side. Claim me into you, as I claim you in love, into your greatness! Bring the pleasure forth from me into you. Make us cum, Tony! Bring us to bliss! DO IT NOW!"
Tony had never felt anything like this before. He was stuffed with a hard mancock up his virgin chute, stroking his prostate. His asshole was alive, trying to siphon the claiming cock into him deeper. He pounded his dick into the firm fist that held him so lovingly, so expertly, riding his manslimed corona with gentle squeezes and twists, torturous in its subtleties. Sweat and lust were pouring from him, writhing under the strong furry body of this wonderful, forgiving, giving, hard man whose big dick was inside him, claiming him, loving him. He gyrated and thrust forward and back, incoherent wails of passion gurgling from his throat, desiring only to be filled, needing to prove he could surrender and still know the power of his body to bring Clay to orgasm. Yes! That was what could cure him! He had to do it. He had to make Clay CUM FIRST! He had to milk the big dick inside him dry! Oh how he thrust back and rode Clay so deep within him! "Cum for me, man, PLEASE! Cum in me NOW! CUM IN ME!!" He felt the first blast against his heart. "YES!! Love me! Fill me! Claim me!" He rocked and clinched his ass and milked the big blond's pole spurting within him. He exploded his own load into the big man's magic hand, a rhythm of total surrender to the pleasure, with a roar of release.
Clay awoke to his gift to Tony. He was slick with their combined sweat and wallowed over every inch of the smooth porcelain skin he could touch with his blond fur, luxuriating in the sensations. He thrust once more to empty himself, a penultimate spasm against Tony's hot core. He sensed Corey in his ass again, whole, potent. He channeled the daddybliss against Tony's bloated prostate, triggering a last spasm into his numb hand. He slathered the discharge around the hefty meat in his mitt, eliciting a shudder from the heaving Irishman. "Good man! You pleasured me ahead of yourself. You brought my love into you, and then you gave me yours. Good, Tony. I accept your surrender. I honor your understanding. You are forever my love, as I am yours. You will never again either inflict or accept pain in your lovemaking from this moment forward. Will you, Tony?"
"Oh God, no pain, ever! This is too sweet for pain. I swear to you, Clay!" the quivering Irishman gasped.
"It's not to me you swear that, Tony," Clay whispered into his ear with a lick.
Tony lay still, exhausted, panting. "No, I swear to myself. And I swear to Scott. I have to find him, to ask him to forgive me."
`The power of the Claiming Circle seeks itself already,' Clay mused. He chuckled. "And when you find Scott, Tony, he most certainly shall."
"I believe you, man. I never meant for it to hurt. I will never force my cock anywhere again. I only wanted to be inside him. He has to forgive me, and accept me again."
"Yes, my brother, when you find him again, he shall, as you have accepted me: totally, freely, completely, free of pain, full of love. Accept the love, my brother, my big strong man." He withdrew his softening cock from Tony, who cried out in the ecstasy of emptying, and nestled beside the smooth stallion. Tony gathered him into a desperate clutch, kissing him deeply, warmly. Clay took the strong jaw in his hand and brought their eyes to meet. "As Corey claimed me, I now claim you as beloved."
"That is the most wonderful thing any one has ever said to me. So who's Corey?" Tony asked.
"A very special man who came to me when I needed him to. He gave me a gift, Tony, the gift of the power to be myself. I give it to you. So remember to convey the passion freely, every time."
TO BE CONTINUED
Thanks again to Tony for the inspiration and story line. And always to the one who inspires me still to tell this story, my Maestro, the Lion.
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