The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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DeCeMBer LuLLaBy 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Well?" Jean-Claude hints Denny, stripping his shirt off over his head.
"Um, J-C, do you think we should um.. be sleeping together with `you know who' in the same house?"
"Why should things be any different?" Jean-Claude's voice trails off as he walks into the attached jon to deposit his gritty tee shirt into the hamper.
"I... guess," Denny replies, doing the same. Meeting Jean-Claude in the process of depantsing himself, dropping them lower than needed to take a leak, he asks, "What if Kevin finds out?"
Running through it like a monologue, Jean-Claude replies, "What? That I'm gay, you're gay? That we sleep together?" And not allowing Denny to get a word in, "What am I going to do? Change myself from who I am in my own house?"
"I suppose not," Denny accepts Jean-Claude's reasoning.
"Now," he addresses Denny after finishing up, "are you," he manhandles Denny's belt buckle, "going to get out of these clothes or do I have to..."
"You're going to have to," Denny gives a wry grin. Staring into Jean-Claude's eyes, Denny lets the skin to skin contact, fingers purposefully brushing against the swarm of hair below his navel, tell him where Jean-Claude's hands were busy at work.
Going further, Jean-Claude plays up to Denny, moving his lips across the coarse hairs of his way-after-5 o'clock shadow.
In response, Denny sighs, "Ohhhhhhh," dropping his head back.
As it's gone for almost every weekend for the past couple of years, Jean-Claude acted forwardly, initiating the oral foreplay, whereas Denny would wind up the oral-dominant, Jean-Claude's head in the pillow and his heels to the ceiling.
"Whatsamatter?" Jean-Claude asks, stopping with the sweet little kissing of Denny's chest as he worms his way downwards.
"Nothing. Why?"
"You're nervous."
Smiling, Denny confesses, "I could never put anything past you could I?"
"Still can't. C'mon lets get between the sheets so we can relax."
"Um, aren't you forgetting one little detail?" Denny asks, picking up his pants off the floor, grabbing ahold of the belt buckle and pulling his belt from his pants.
"Whatever," Jean-Claude says, rolling his eyes.
At first, about five Saturdays into their bedded relationship, Jean-Claude was skeptical of continuing their weekend evenings together. After the first time, he didn't see any harm in massaging Denny's bod with the rough side of the leather belt. He even found it kind of erotic putting Denny's hard 9c in a leashed position, the belt around the base of his cock and drawn tightly up in bondage. It was Denny's belt. If Denny didn't mind cleaning all the cum off of it when he blasted his load, Jean-Claude didn't mind using it, instead of his hand, to bring about the seed-shooter unloading it's fertilizer.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Denny once again hinted about Kevin being in the house while they had sex, whereas they would be alone to frolic in the sheets.
"Will you forget it and get to work on me, Denny? Geesh!"
The usual commenced. Either Jean-Claude would lie down or Denny lie down and bend knees. This evening, Jean-Claude gave Denny the message to get busy with his tongue or forget it and start licking his chest or start between his thighs, under his balls. Denny pushed his legs out from under himself and flopped his chest down in the bed. Lifting Jean-Claude's balls he would lick the underside of the hairy orbs, then proceed closing in on Jean-Claude's hairy ass crevice.
"Ohhhhhh... oh yeah," Jean-Claude moaned.
The whole time, Denny tried keeping his eyes on his twenty-eight year old boss, except when he really began working Jean-Claude over, pushing his bod up so he get his tongue deeper into the crevass.
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Meanwhile, down the long hallway, third bedroom on the left, Kevin is standing under the hot-cold mix, letting the water stream down his bod. Every once in a while he will drop his head back, moan a sigh of relief and then reposition his head so his hair takes the form of a wet mop. Finally he decides it's time to use some scrubbing material. Turning the jet to the side so it hits the wall he scours the inside of the large showering unit for signs of soap. Only thing in sight is a bottle reading, Wake Up' and a few words hinting of an invigorating shower experience. He smiles, remembering something from his past, something he invented' on his own when he was seventeen. Kevin considered it a bit `kinky'. He usually did this when dried off, before turning on the shower. With his cock pulsing, he knew he had to do it correctly. So, he stepped out of the shower, dried mainly his front off and stepped back in, closing the clear door. Doubting
himself for a moment, Kevin reached down, his hand telling himself, "Yep!" He was all ready and primed. Pressing the lid, a little hatch opens on top of the bottle. Inverting it, he moves his left hand from right to left ever so slowly. He smiles when he sees the rivlets of gel slowly sag, each it's own entity, running down his chest in slow motion. He recalls then and now. At seventeen his chest and stomach was quite smooth, a little fuzz below his navel. Now, two years later, his chest sported a light covering of dirty blond hair. The body gel serves to illuminate his bod, the hair turning almost dark brown when coated. He enhances the experience, taking his right thumb and massaging his nickel-sized right nip. "Ohhhhh," he gasps, having so, so sensitive nips. Suddenly he's drawn back to reality when he feels the weight of the bottle. "Oops!" he says, then smiles realizing the sensation is too good to care about the bottle running on
empty. Kevin knows this stint by heart. He knows if he bends over to place the plastic bottle on the floor the folds of his pecs and abs will make the gel runnier. He wants it thick. So he drops it, hoping nobody hears.
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How would anybody hear, especially with the thick, well-insulated walls of Jean-Claudes high end condo? Also, Jean-Claude and Denny are way too enthralled in their own pleasuring, Denny having migrated from under the balls, licking and sucking on each delicious morsel and now pleasured cock like it was a juicy summer treat.
If Jean-Claude paid the least bit of attention, he would have seen the whites of Denny's eyes looking at him, watching him enjoying the sweet tongue massage.
But it wasn't only Jean-Claude reaping the benefits, Denny's occasional gaze, usually ocurring when Jean-Claude let out the least bit rendering of receiving sexual pleasuring. He tried smiling, but he knew it wasn't coming across as such, what with his lips wrapped around the almost nine inch tube. Denny felt his own surge of electricity charging through his bod, his hand generating the shock, massaging his own shaft. Only thing is, Denny feels ahead of the ritual', so says, "I'm ready. How bout you J-C?"
"Not yet," Jean-Claude replies in a weak manner. "You go first."
"With pleasure!" Denny snaps back in a sly manner. Backing off, he lifts Jean-Claude's legs up, placing them on his shoulder. Knowing this part by heart he lubes his own shaft up with his cock juice. He eats his words as Jean-Claude's chute eats up his cock, first inserted so carefully, then pounding ass.
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With the effect of the body gel wearing off, Kevin has thoroughly massaged his chest, stomach, back to his chest with both hands to tease his sensitive nips which only serve to keep him as hard as a rock, then using the gel to build up to a blast-masturbation. Moaning out loudly, Kevin's hand encompasses his nine inch teen tube. With his right hand leaning on the wall of the shower stall, his left is driving him sex-crazed. Then, when his balls are ready for the climax he slows down, utilizing his hand as some guy's ass, an `O' acting as a guy's sphincter to force his cock in, moving his hips, his torso in a constant action, in and out, til the shower wall is coated with cum.
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"There," Denny says, "I've lubed you up. Ready?"
"Oh, more than ready," Jean-Claude says. While they change positions, Jean-Claude uses the ropes of cum Denny spent on his stomach and pubes to lube up his cock.
"How do you want me?"
"Whatever!" Jean-Claude remarks, too far gone to care whether Denny is lying down or perched on his shoulders and knees.
"Cool!" Denny replies, choosing the preferred doggie position. It starts out that way until Jean-Claude utters the usual, "Down, boy," Denny's shoulders caving into the bed. As usual, with Jean-Claude's battering ram pounding ass, Denny's balls replenished, he works his own cock again.
But this time it's a little different scenario. With two knocks on the door, it swings open. "Oh!" Kevin says, his hand still in the knocking position as the door opens. "I didn't know..." he gulps, "you were like busy..."
With the action on hold, Jean-Claude's torso remains motionless as does Denny's hand. "You didn't lock the door, J-C?"
"I..." Kevin gulps again, "guess I'll... come back?" more a question than a statement.
"No," Jean-Claude replies, turning more than his head around. The low-lighting even reflects the wetness of Jean-Claude's cock which he steals the sheet from the bed to hide. "I mean..."
Denny fills in the blank, his hand inert, but still in place, "C'mon in."
"Um, Denny?" Jean-Claude stifles his remark.
"I should go," Kevin replies, but doesn't move to do so, his gaze affixed on Jean-Claude's bod, except for the sheet shading his pubes.
Little did either Kevin or Denny realize it, but Jean-Claude also wanted him to stay.
"That's no way to treat a guest. Invite him on in, J-C!"
Turning to the bed, Jean-Claude voices his opinion, "Denny, would you just shut it?"
"Pardone," Denny says.
More inquisitive than disturbed by catching two late twenty-something guys going at it, Kevin comments, "I've never seen two guys... um, do it."
Jean-Claude was ready to pop Denny one when he exclaims, "Nineteen years old and you've never seen any porn? Where you been boy?"
When he turns around from busting Denny's chops, Jean-Claude exclaims, "Where'd you go?" But a turn to the opposite side finds Kevin on a one-to-one course of conversation with Denny.
"You..." again nervous, Kevin swallows spit, "you look big. Mind if I ask how big you are?"
"Got a ruler J-C?"
"If I did, I'd smack you where it hurts!"
It's then Kevin sees he's really upset things. "I better go. For real."
After Kevin, Jean-Claude follows him out into the hallway. "Was there something you wanted, Kevin?"
"Right now this is the only clothing I `own'," he speaks of the towel wrapped around his waist.
"Oh right," Jean-Claude acknowledges. "I had Denny take your clothes downstairs, but instead of giving them to the desk clerk to wash... sorry, but Denny was kind of... well he..." he tries forming words, but his nervous manner betrays him.
"Let me guess. They stunk to high hell so he was too embarrassed to give them to him?"
"Smart!" Jean-Claude remarks. "Worse. He tossed them."
"Tossed them?" Kevin fretted. "Like those were the only clothes I owned." Then he thinks-quick, "My wallet? My penknife?"
"Denny's a little stoopid, but he's not dumb. He took them out. They're in on my dresser. Let me give them to you." When they walk in the room, Jean-Claude exclaims in a loud tone, "Oh my God, Denny!"
For sure Kevin's loins were reacting to this, no doubt Jean-Claude getting `something' out of Denny's climax, his cock shooting ropes of semen all over himself. Either stunned or getting some sexually-related pleasure out of this, the two stood there watching Denny going into convultions.
"Wow!" Kevin says, amazed.
It wakes Jean-Claude out of his reverie, moving towards the dresser.
"Ahhhhhh, that felt good! So, so good!" Denny sighs with relief, his head buried in the pillow.
But Kevin wasn't paying any mind to his personal items, rather walking over to the bed and drawing up some more conversation with Denny, "That's a `lot' of cum. You always have that much?"
Butting in, one hand with wallet, the other laden with penknife, Jean-Claude says, "You would think, his second time, the testosterone reservoir would be depleted!"
"Wow! Your second time?" Kevin gasped.
"Sure," Denny acts frankly as he greases up his hairy chest and trail with his spent load, "I bet you can even deliver three huge loads!"
Giving up, Jean-Claude allows the two have their chat, sitting down in the easy chair. As they talk about masturbation, the two caring less about the subject or words slung around, Jean-Claude doesn't realize his hand has fallen to his lap. Staring at the two, he watches as Kevin sits on the foot of the kingsized bed. Not long into the conversation, Jean-Claude's imaginative sensors kick in. While firming himself up he pictures himself in the bed, instead of Denny, himself licking straight up the middle of Kevin's bod. Unlike Denny, it becomes more intimate, Jean-Claude's tongue running up the underside of Kevin's chin, his lips firming against Kevin's lips, following by wild kissing as they mash their bods together. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"J-C?"
"Jean-Claude?"
The two react in awe at Jean-Claude shooting his load out, a couple of feet in front of him.
"Wow!" Kevin says, his mouth remaining open. "If my dad caught me masturbating on the floor, I'd get more than a talkin' to!"
As Jean-Claude sits there, too out of breath after the intensity of his propelling cock-fluid, Denny stands between him and Kevin. "You `pig' J-C!"
"Who gives a damn. It felt good!"
Then a wicked idea comes over Denny. Turning to Kevin and smiling, he asks, "Want to help clean it up?"
Kevin wore a face depicting question.
Before Jean-Claude could intervene, Denny had dropped to his knees, his hands out in front him, bracing his bod and his lips to the floor.
"Eweeeeeeeeeeeee!" Kevin said in disgust as he watched Denny lap up Jean-Claude's puddles of cum.
"Denny, you dirty pig. Not in front our guest?"
Looking up, still humor in his disposition, Denny asks Kevin, "Want a taste?"
Kevin still shows his upturned nose as the cum drips off of Denny's finger. "I think I'm gonna be sick!"
But that's not the only goo dripping. As Jean-Claude sympathetically replies upon rising out of the chair, "Don't mind him. He's an idiot," a strand of post-cum leaks out in a single drip.
"Wow! This is really weird," Kevin says.
"For God's sake Denny would you stop being the cumdump you are and show some respect for yourself?"
Looking up, Denny giggles, saying, "I ain't got none!"
Exasperated, Jean-Claude is ready to grab Denny by the ear and cast him out of the house!
He's stopped by Kevin breaking the disgust routine, the comment, "You guys are like a comedy act, you know it?" He follows it with laughter.
"See that? He thinks we're funny, J-C?"
"Yeah. We're like a regular Lauel and Hardy. Just clean it up and not with your tongue?"
"Yes, sir!" Denny replies.
Jean-Claude doesn't go into detail when Kevin asks, "Who's Lorrel and Hardy?"
So, grabbing a pair of A&F lowrisers, Jean-Claude more than gives Kevin his belongings, but digs into his dresser to provide at least three days' wardrobe, consisting of lowrisers, socks and a couple of white tee shirts. "And over here," he leads Kevin, stepping past Denny, still trying to soak up the cum, "why don't you pick out what you think you may like?"
"Um, is this like all yours?" Kevin asks of the walk-in closet, taking a self-guided tour, stepping around the square-bottomed `U', ending with the fullsized mirror. It reminds him, "Oh. I hope it's not an imposition, but I like... um, got the towel wet?"
"I guess this proves Denny's theory."
"Theory?" Kevin asks.
"We're not the only two gay men around here?" Jean-Claude makes assumption, smiling.
Kevin froze, his red face and upper arms in the mirror, telling Jean-Claude he was embarrassed.
He then forsees, "But you don't have to worry about Denny and me. We can keep a secret."
Then saddened, Kevin says, "I always wanted to not have to worry about that, but in the small town I come from it's a dangerous thing to be out in the open about thinks like... you know. That is unless a guy finds a guy who is just like him. Then it's even not too safe."
"Want to talk about it?"
"Mmmmm," Denny said when Jean-Claude and Kevin came back in the room, sitting casually on the bed.
"One track mind," Jean-Claude, pointing his thumb over his shoulder, signifying Denny.
So for now, Denny took up the chair in the room while Jean-Claude and Kevin chatted, but not before Jean-Claude tells Denny, "Want to cover that thing up?"
"Oh sure," Denny replies. He really wanted to shower, getting the sweat and scum off his bod, but he didn't want to miss Kevin's story, plus the `view'!
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
Other stories by T. Chase McPhee: OLUFSEN & SONS - nifty/gay/adult-youth NATURE WALK - nifty/gay/adult-youth FOR SALE BY OWNER - nifty/gay/highschool FOR THE LOVE OF MICHAEL - gay/highschool STRIPEs - gay/adult-youth OLD-FASHIONED GOOD WILL - gay/beginnings TIDELIGHT ZONE - nifty/gay/adult-friends 5b & 6c - nifty/gay/beginnings
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....