This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of Characters:
James Thomas Arthur (Jamey)
Harold Brian Arthur -- Jamey's Brother (Habby)
Harold Garfield Arthur -- Jamey's dad
William Pitts -- Roommate (Will)
Ronny -- Will's best friend.
George Wiggins
Darrel -- George's roommate
Dr. Steve Jordan -- Doctor
Grant (Buddy) Windward -- Waiter at Holdren's
John -- Neighbor across the hall.
Jerry -- John's roomie
Robert Rexburg -- High school friend
Yolanda -- Robert's wife.
From Chapter 22
"I -- I -- don't want to hurt you any more!" Said Steve.
"That's bull crap! The only thing true in your letter was about you trying to control everything. And when you felt you lost control -- you cut and ran!"
"Jamey -- you don't understand."
"I think I do. I'm exhausted now. I can hardly hold my head up. So I have to go to sleep. I don't even have enough energy to cry!" I said, and then started to cry. "When I wake up -- I hope you are there, holding my hand. Is that too much to ask?"
"I -- dunno, Jamey -- I just -- don't know."
Chapter 23
I was so exhausted from the energy that it took to tell Steve what I was feeling, I felt like crying -- but I didn't -- yet. Not for reals. "If you care about me, you'll come back." I said.
"Jamey -- I promised the hospital I'd be there in the morning. I'm about to board the plane."
"I -- guess -- you didn't really promise me anything -- did you? Well, I need to sleep now." I said, and I hung up. But - - I couldn't sleep. But one thing I never had any trouble doing was crying. A nurse came in.
"Mr. Arthur, do you need some pain medication?" Offered the nurse.
"Some pain can't be stopped with medicine -- at least not that kind!" I said bitterly. "Maybe something that would help me sleep." I said wistfully, as I closed my eyes. I felt the bed sag where the nurse sat. He placed his hand on mine.
"The doctor didn't give any order for sleeping pills, sorry bud. I wish I could help. But I'll be here in the ward for the next 6 or so hours. If I can do anything, you let me know." His droning voice and Portuguese accent was like a sleeping pill in itself. He squeezed me hand gently. I looked up into the very sympathetic eyes of a dark haired -- slightly graying, middle aged nurse. He smiled. "You'll be out of here in no time, I'm sure." He said and he patted my hand. I smiled and closed my eyes again. Just the feel of another human being was comforting.
I felt him get up and move toward the door. I turned over and sleep caught up with me.
When I awoke, it was very quiet and dark. I was facing the wall. I opened my eyes and focused on some valves coming out of the wall. Blinking myself further awake, I turned over and strained to see the sleeping figure in the chair next to me. Tears started to soak my pillow as I recognized my sweet doctor. Steve was slouched down in the chair, his 350 dollar tropical shirt all crumpled up and twisted. I felt my groin. It felt almost normal -- except for a very strong urge to pee.
I quietly swung my legs over the side, waiting for the pain, but there was none. I stood and started for the toilet, which was on the other side of where Steve was sleeping. I carefully avoided his feet and cast off shoes in the dark. I sat to pee, to stifle the noise, but then, not thinking, I flushed the toilet. It was a commercial type that swooshed away the water in seconds, and with a crashing noise. Steve woke up.
"Hi." I said.
"Hi."
"Sorry I was such a baby on the phone." I said.
"Not at all. Jamey -- I have never dealt with anything like this before. I'm as new to it as you are. Please forgive me for being such an ass."
"I think there's enough need for forgiveness to go around." I said. "All I want now is to feel your touch, smell your skin, your breath, and collapse in your embrace."
"You should write country songs!" he chuckled, as he got up and pulled me to him. His long days odor was like a draught of ambrosia to my hungry body. Hungry for warmth -- the warmth that can only be felt from a lover in love. Hungry for his strength and support, I did collapse and he carried me to the bed. I pulled him down on top of me.
"Careful, baby, I don't want to squash you."
"I'm fine." I said, as I crushed him in my arms.
Light came from the room door. "I see you are feeling better, James." The sweet nurse said. Can I get either of you anything?"
"Got any decaf?" said Steve.
"Coming up! And you, James?"
"Naw, I have water here. Still no sleeping pills?"
"Sorry, no. But this hydrocodone might help if you tell me you have some pain." He smiled.
"No -- thanks."
"I'll be right back with that decaf."
Steve stayed with me -- on the bed -- for a couple hours. The nurse woke us when it was his shift change to tell us Steve should get off the bed. "It's not really allowed, but - "
"Thanks." We said in unison. Steve sat back in the chair. "Wish I'd accepted that bed when the doctor offered it."
The hospital fed both of us breakfast, and Dr. Wilkins came in. "The lab tests don't show anything major. A little blood in the urine, but that's to be expected with the trauma you sustained to your groin. That should go away in a day or so. You're good to travel as far as I am concerned. But -- the police still want to ask you some more questions."
We called the inspector and then took a cab to the police station.
"What was your relationship with Mr. Rexburg before the altercation."
He said, as he interrogated me in a soundproof, glass room.
"I went to high school with him."
"Were you friends there?"
"I'd hardly call us friends. We knew who each other were."
"Had he been drinking the morning he attacked you?"
"I don't know. Don't you?"
"I'll be asking the questions here, Mr. Arthur! You couldn't smell it on his breath?"
"He didn't rape me with his mouth!"
Ignoring this, he asked me about the night before: "Your boyfriend said he assaulted you the night before."
"Yes. He pushed me into a bathroom and closed and locked the door. I tried to act like everything was okay, but he was noticeably drunk that night. I started to pee in the toilet and he came over and hauled out his gargantuan penis and started to spray it everywhere but in the toilet."
"On purpose?"
"I dunno. He was laughing at a joke he made."
"Joke? About what?"
I turned red, then answered. "The size of my dick! His is so big -- and - - well, mine's no whopper anyway, but in comparison to his, it was - - pretty small. Anyway," I said eager to move on from that subject, "While he finished his pee, I left the bathroom."
"His wife said he told her that you put him to bed. Did you do anything to encourage him -- at that time?"
"I'm surprised he even remembered it. He was drunk -- so drunk he passed out as I helped him in to door. He had fallen into the pool and I pulled him out. We were both soaking wet. I helped him out of his wet clothing and put him to bed."
The inspector got a sneer on his face. "And -- did you like doing that?" I gave him a dirty look.
"I just covered him up and then went back to our room."
"You mean -- yours and you gay boyfriend's room?" Again, the sneer.
"Mine and Dr. Jordan's room -- yes."
"Can you think of any reason he would attack you as he did?"
"I dunno, but he seemed to have some deep hate for gays -- and also maybe some latent homosexual tendencies himself."
"Why do you say that?"
"Some thing he said to me tipped me off than I wasn't his first experience."
"What was it he said to you that gave you that impression?"
"He said that he learned a long time ago that gay guys give good head."
"Head?"
"That we -- er -- they know how to suck a dick!" I said in disgust.
"Is that true -- in your opinion?"
"Off the record, inspector?"
He leaned up close to me. "Yes -- off the record."
"Off the record - - Fuck You!"
He sprang back, looked around at the others outside the glass who could not hear -- then he roared with laughter. "Good Answer!" He said. "Okay, for your info, he did have a high alcohol content in his blood, as well as tested positive for meth. I apologize for anything that I said that was embarrassing or insulting. I wanted to get a full feel for what was going on when he attacked you. You seem to have conducted yourself in the only way you could have, under the circumstances. Even though you finally called my bluff, you seem to be as level headed as they come -- for a kid." He saw my dismal look at that last comment. "Oh! No! I mean -- for anyone -- but especially for a k -- er -- young man! I'm impressed."
"Thanks." I said, not very gratefully. "Are we free to go home now?"
"Yes, but I hope that you may be able to come back if we need you at the trial."
We got up and joined Steve. We took a cab to a different hotel. A much fancier one. We both were quiet during the ride. When we got into the lobby of the hotel, Steve asked if I was hungry.
"O gosh yes -- and -- do you think I dare go in the water again? This heat suddenly is really oppressive."
"How about the pool?"
"I hate chlorine. You can go with me again -- in the ocean. Do you think it would be okay? I feel fine -- well almost normal." Steve smiled. "Okay" I said, -- " I know I'll never be `normal'- "
"I HOPE not!" Steve laughed. "Well, if you really want to go back in the ocean, I'll stay close to you. Just take it a little easy in there. But first some nourishment."
We walked to the dining room. They were just starting to serve lunch. "Steve, I think I should change into something a little nicer to eat in here." I said, self conscious at seeing the other patrons.
"Naw! You're okay! See? There's another couple dressed casually."
"Everyone's dressed casually. I just feel like a peon in these clothes I brought from home. I'm not THAT hungry. I'd like to change into some of the clothes you bought me."
Steve smiled. "Well, I am pleased you like my choice of clothes. Heh! You're like my own private dress-up doll!" He giggled.
"You're goofy!" I said, laughing. We went to our room. When he opened the door, I gasped. It was at the top of the hotel. Well, to call it a room would not be correct. It was a suite. I looked at him in amazement.
"Hey! It's all they had at the last minute!" His smile belied his statement. "I wanted it to be special, Baby Boy."
It had 12 foot ceilings and a full wall of windows. The curtains cleared the windows completely, so that the view was rooftop, then the ocean forever looking one direction and a distant view of the beach the other. There was no reason to close them, because there was really nothing close -- unless a helicopter would fly by. "As long was I'm changing clothes, I want a shower!" I said. I stripped my clothes off and headed in the direction of where I supposed the bathroom was. Wrong! It was a fully stocked kitchen and dining room. "Where's the damn bathroom?" I hollered.
"Guess it must be over here." Steve said. "I haven't been up here yet either. This is amazing! I've never been in a hotel suite like this! Oh, wow!" He said. "I found the bathroom!" He hollered.
I joined him in a room the size of most hotel rooms. It had a large walk-in shower -- big enough for most ball teams -- and it had a hot tub big enough for both of us, with a flat screened TV mounted on the wall.
After a long whistle, Steve said, "Or - - we could just stay in here for the rest of the week!"
"The rest of the week?" I exclaimed. "I can't - "
"Just kidding! This is only for tonight. We fly back first thing in the morning."
Everything was so beautiful! Why did I feel something was not quite right? I stepped into the shower. As I was studying the controls, Steve's arms came around me. "You look so good!" He said, caressing my nipples. That immediately shot an electric charge to my soldier. I reached back and found his and it was swelling fast too. I turned in his arms to face him.
"You look pretty hot yourself!" I said, looking into his eyes. I looked down between us. Our soldiers were already caressing each other. The generous hair on his legs was standing on end. I noticed for the first time that it was a little cold in our room. I shivered.
Steve stepped out and turned on the heat lamps. And I found the hot water mixer. It was instantly warm, so I adjusted it to moderately hot. "Perfect!" Said Steve, as he joined me. There were shower heads at several locations vertically, so Steve found how to turn them all on. There was another valve. He turned it and water poured down from several shower heads in the ceiling. There was water coming at us from every direction.
"I gotta pee, Steve!"
"Perfect timing! Me too!" We both let it go as we kissed passionately, the sheets of water washing the pee off as soon as it came out. "Gosh that felt good!" Steve added. He grabbed my wet butt and pulled me closer. His hands massaging my wet butt felt like heaven, as we continued to kiss. I returned the favor and he moaned. My soldier felt like it wouldn't take much to make it release its serum.
His finger ventured near my anal sphincter. I relaxed it as much as possible. He pushed gently, and my first reaction was to clench it, but I breathed fast and relaxed it, and it went in. He began a slow plunging in and out with his finger. As he did this, our bodies were undulating together enough to give a lot of sensation to our soldiers. He picked me up and I held on to his neck with my arms and wrapped my legs around him. That opened me up more and the more he finger fucked me, the more relaxed I became.
He paused for a moment and coated his soldier with hair conditioner. Then he gently lowered me onto it, it easily pushing past my relaxed sphincter. It went in to the hilt, but he couldn't do any thrusting in this position. As if by common consent, he lowered me to my feet, kissed me deeply and I turned around.
I pushed my butt out to him and he again entered me -- this time from behind. "This is your first time -- right?" I said.
"You know it is, sweetheart." I believed him. He stared to thrust up and in and taking it out. His hands were around my waist, one on my tummy and the other stroking my own soldier. He went slowly for a long time, the water continuing to pour down on us. I was in heaven, and building my steam. He was too, as I felt him breathing harder and heard him start to moan louder and louder.
I erupted first, and I let go with wild abandonment, screaming out my ecstasy. This put Steve over the edge and he started to groan, then take huge gasping breaths. He stifled his screams to loud moans as I felt his hot nectar shoot deep inside me. I felt faint and almost collapsed. In his condition, he could not support both our weight, so he slowly lowered us to the floor of the shower. We lay there, panting and our hearts beating hard, as the warm water poured down on us.
As we started to gain some measure of out strength back, he said, "God, I love you, Jamey!" I felt the same way, but didn't say it. In the back of my mind I knew how this kind of experience skews reality. I didn't want to spoil his first experience.
"I -- I know. It was incredible, wasn't it?" I hoped that would suffice. He smiled.
As we continued to lay in the shower, water coming from every direction, he said, "Still hungry, sweetheart?"
"More than ever, but -- can we just call for room service?"
"You were reading my mind! We'll go to that restaurant tonight for dinner."
We turned off all the water and dried off with thick Egyptian towels. We put on the virgin-white, thick terry robes hanging on the wall, and ordered lunch to be delivered. As we waited for it to be delivered, there was an uncomfortable silence. I finally turned on the plasma TV on the wall. Steve turned it back off.
"Jamey, I think -- I think we need to talk.""
"Oh?" I said, as if I didn't know exactly what he was talking about.
He took my hand and led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me to sit. I did. He sat on the other side of the table.
"Jamey -- that -- in the shower -- was the most incredible and wonderful thing that's ever happened to me -- in my life. I've never felt such intense love or feeling of any kind for anyone else -- ever."
"Uh-huh." I said.
Tears came to his eyes. "Sorry, but that's how tender my feelings are right now. Jamey, I said I loved you -- and I never meant it more in my life -- as I did in the shower a few minutes ago. I guess -- I guess -- I was a little -- no a LOT -- disappointed when you couldn't say it back to me. Did I -- um -- did I do it -- or -- something -- wrong?" Tears were pouring down his face by this time. I felt me eyes were wet but no tears were falling.
"I -- I - " I started. That's when the tears started to roll down my cheeks. "Steve, how many guys have you had sex with?"
"You know you're the first, Jamey!"
"I don't mean anal sex. How many have you ever done anything sexual with?"
"One -- you." He said, looking crushed that I even had to ask. "Well, besides myself!" he said, smiling through his tears momentarily.
"Well -- I wish I could say the same. I've had sex with Will, John, Jordy -- whom you don't know -- and of course -- Grant -- and if you count it -- Buddy. It was different sex with each one ranging from mutual masturbation to full on anal sex. That only occurred with Grant -- at least I THINK it was Grant!" I said, searching Steve's eyes for some sign of understanding. "Anyway -- every time I did it with any of them, I felt this intense love for the guy that was getting me off. I have learned not to trust my feelings of love during those events."
"The event is over, Jamey, and I still feel the same."
"You know what, Steve? So do I. But what I really go by is the feelings I had before the act happened."
"Oh." He said, looking somewhat crestfallen. "And how did you feel then?"
"Truth?" I asked.
"Of course!" He said, a little annoyed -- maybe more distressed, worried and -- hurt.
"Steve, even though you came back -- your letter to me -- and your reaction to my phone call -- really hurt me -- a lot. I felt so much love earlier -- intense love -- what I thought could possibly be forever type love. But - - I felt crushed -- empty -- more than when Will died -- when I thought you left me. Steve, I know that nothing would drive me to do anything stupid to myself, but -- I still wanted to die for a few hours."
Steve came over and knelt in front of my chair. He hugged my ankles. "Oh Jamey -- my dear sweet baby boy! I - " I could feel my feet getting soaked. He turned my chair to face him and hugged my legs even tighter, and lay his head aside my thigh. "Jamey, I didn't mean anything -- I mean -- I was thinking only about myself I guess. I felt more out of control than ever in my life. All I could think to do was run! The rest of my life has been so perfectly ordered. That's the way I like it. That's the way I want it. I - - I - - oh God, Jamey!"
He started to blubber like a baby, kissed my thigh, and continued kissing down my leg to my feet. He bathed my feet in his tears and then curled up in a ball on the floor, still hugging my feet. He whispered between gasps, "ple- please -please -- for -- for -- for-give me!"
I stood, then reached down and pulled him up and led him to the bed. I pulled back the white comforter-type bedspread, and then the sheets, and lay him down. He rolled up into a fetal position again. I took off both our robes and spooned him, kissing his back and neck. "It'll be okay, Baby. It'll be okay." I said. It struck me how our positions had changed. Now he was the baby boy -- and I was the -- well -- more experienced one, at least.
There was a knock at the door. I at first ignored it. "Room service!" came the announcement from outside. I ran to the outer room and opened the door, forgetting that I was completely nude until my hand pressed on the door handle. I opened the door a crack. "Your lunch sir." Announced the young bell boy. He pushed open the door and pushed the cart in. He looked at me once, then looked away, smirking.
He stood there looking out the expansive window for a moment. "OH! Just a minute!" I said. I ran into the other room, threw on one of the robes and said, "Steve! Where -- I mean -- the boy's waiting for a tip."
He said, "In my pants -- there's a money clip. Give him a ten." I did as he asked and rolled the cart into the room.
"I'm not very hungry." Said Steve.
"Well, I'm starved!" I said. "At least come and sit with me. Put on your robe."
I led him into the dining room. I set the table with the china and cut glass crystal ware that was on the cart. There was wine, cold cuts, sliced apples and several kinds of cheese under one lid. There was what turned out to be lobster stew in a fine china tureen. And there was the most delicious macaroni and cheese I've ever eaten in another casserole dish. I Sat him down and started to eat from the cheese plate first. He took a piece of apple then some cheese, and his appetite seemed to return in some measure.
He ate moderately while I stuffed my face. He couldn't look me in the eye.
"Steve -- may I say something?" I asked as if I had not said enough already.
"Yes" he almost whispered.
"It's okay," I said. "Its okay, Steve. It's okay not to be perfect. It's okay if sometimes things get screwed up -- and - - it's okay if you are the reason they get screwed up -- sometimes. Think how I'd feel if it was always my fault -- or -- if one of us felt he always had to MAKE it the other's fault."
Steve looked at me in the eyes for the first time since we sat at the room table. "That's how it was with my parents. No matter what happened -- it was always my mother's fault. I mean my dad always turned it around as if it was. And she accepted that. Both my sister and I saw what was happening and were determined we would never do that to -- DAMN, Jamey! I have become my dad!"
He hit his head with his hand. "Jamey -- I was just a few minutes ago trying to justify a way that this whole mess was not my fault! That's my dad to a tee!" He looked at me with bewilderment. "I don't honestly know why you are still here with me!"
"Well -- I'm kind of trapped here!" I THOUGHT. But I had sense enough not to say it.
"So -- why ARE you still here?" he asked.
"Because when all is said and done -- I'm still here because I love you. I wouldn't have let you make love to me -- unless I loved you." I said simply.
"You make it sound so simple!"
"Well, I've given it a lot of thought. It bothered me a lot that you seemed to be trying to buy me -- with all the expensive -- well, everything. But the thing is -- I have decided that's just your lifestyle, and most of all -- in the end it doesn't mean anything, because I love you -- and loved you -- before you ever gave me anything."
"Omigosh Jamey! You have to be one in a million! What other 22 year old ever thought of the things you come up with?"
"I'm only 20, Sweetie, but if it makes you feel better, I'm almost 21." I grinned.
"I'm trying to forget that!" He said. "But I guess if I'm gonna start dealing with reality -- I guess maybe that's one of the first things I have to accept. If you can accept that I'm old enough to be your father -- then I should be able to accept that you're -- as young as you are!"
"But - " I said with a grin, "Is it still okay if I get to be the dad sometimes?"
"Well, as long as we're dealing with reality -- it seems that's the way it's gonna go anyway -- Daddy!"
"We can dispense with that!"
"What? I kind of liked it when you called me Daddy."
"Okay, but it freaks me out if you call me it!" I said.
He looked deeply into my eyes and extended his hand across the table. I gave him mine. "I love you so much!" He said, with so much feeling!
"I believe you this time -- and accept that as reality." He looked hard at me. I continued. "and I love you too." He smiled and his eyes glistened.
He looked out at the ocean. "Did you really mean it about staying in here, or do you still want to go swimming?"
"Um -- it was YOU that wanted to stay in here -- all week if I remember correctly! But yes, I still want to go swimming?"
"In the ocean?"
"Yes -- in the ocean. Actually I just want to sit in the surf a little -- not really swim. Get lots of salt and sand on me so we can have a good reason to wash it all off again!" I giggled.
We ate some of the food that was there and put the rest away, then got our swim shorts on and went out to the beach. It was still hot, but there was a cool breeze, so it felt wonderful to dip in the almost lukewarm water -- it was still cooler than the air. We played in the surf for about 40 minutes.
"Okay, son -- time to get out!" He said. "No -- don't look at me with those pouting eyes. You don't get to get sick again before we go.
This time we hit our private, in-room hot tub. We ran the water at 100 degrees, so it was very comfortable for us, with the room air at 75. The Jacuzzi was very quiet, but it still out-blared the TV. So we just had to entertain ourselves. Well, actually he entertained me and vice versa. I found out how fun it was to suck my sweetie under water. Him too. I didn't even attempt what he did though. He got me off and swallowed it all -- under water -- with out choking. Not that I have anything that would choke anyone!
When he was close, I pulled up his butt and sucked his soldier dry above the water. When finished we ran to the shower and rinsed and washed off.
After a mid-afternoon nap, we dressed in our best island clothes, both of us in long linen pants and coordinating but not identical silk shirts. The hotel left samples of an expensive looking cologne, "séxûal" which we tried -- and liked! All through dinner we had eyes for no one but each other.
Not that we didn't notice the cute waiter with the tight fitting black pants. But we both looked and smirked to each other. It just made us hornier for our "dessert after the dessert". I never had cherries jubilee before, but we both decided again, that was the extent of the alcohol we wanted. We didn't want to dull our senses in any way!
I said it seemed unreal that I could be back in school tomorrow. Steve reminded me that we would not be home in time for anything but dinner. I relaxed again.
Monday night was about the least exciting night on the island. Well, at least the good type of excitement. We had more than our share of bad excitement. After dinner we took off our shoes and walked down to the water's edge. We rolled up our pants and walked for a long time. He told me a little more about his parents and the strictly controlled environment he grew up in.
Steve tried to be the perfect son. His sister rebelled. She stayed out as long as she dared, and slept with every guy -- desirable or not -- just to "show" Dad she could and show mom it could be done. Steve tried to compensate for his sister's delinquency. He did everything he was supposed to -- except one thing: he never dated girls. His father teased him about it, but Steve was always too busy getting excellent grades.
The closest he ever got to doing anything with a girl was when he was 10, he and a neighbor girl played -- wouldn't you know -- doctor. They both took turns "examining" each other. This was met with swift and severe punishment from Steve's mom. I told Steve that did that once, and my dad made me take a nap, and I woke up to the smell of waffles! Dad had felt bad that he punished me for something as natural as looking with curiosity at a girl, so he made me my favorite "breakfast" even though it was dinner time.
Steve said he wanted so much to touch other guys while he was in medical school. It would have been so easy at times. Once in the one semester of CPR they made him take, they were supposed to practice mouth to mouth with another doctor. He chose a girl on purpose, even though he was aching to do it with a particular male student. But the "perfect" boy would not do that!
Funny thing is -- the girl gave him some tongue. He said it almost made him chuck his lunch! I laughed at that, but told him I understood.
It was totally dark by the time we were ready to go back to our room. There was a nearly full moon and the stars were spectacular. We stopped many times along the beach to kiss and hug. When we got back to our suite, the 12 foot floor to ceiling wall of windows was the perfect backdrop for our super romantic last night in Bermuda.
We didn't do the bath or shower thing again, but we just washed each other's feet. He buried his nose in my pubic hair as he massaged each muscle and tendon of my feet. When my soldier reacted, he nuzzled it gently with his heavy shadowed face -- just enough to get it extra sensitized.
We put on some romantic music and lay on the bed and cuddled for over an hour, both of us straining with all we had to hold our ardor for a very special climactic end. His nose in my neck or on my nipple was almost too much to take, but on the other hand, it felt so good to bury my face in his neck or run my tongue around and in to his navel.
When we both determined -- at the same time -- that it was time, he laid me out on my back. "But, Steve -- it's my turn to - "
"Shhh -- I have an idea." He said and kissed my waiting mouth. He sucked on my soldier for a long time, not enough to get it off, but just enough to keep me at an almost insane point of excitement. Then he lubed it up and got on top of me and slowly lowered himself down on top of it -- and me. He was facing me, so his larger soldier was bouncing as he picked up speed taking me into him from the top.
I finally grabbed hold and started to jack him off as he slid on and off mine. I jacked faster and he started to look almost panicky. "sweetheart, it's not -- I mean -- it's your turn to - "
"I need to get into it more, though" I said. So I started to thrust from below, meeting his strokes with my own. Finally I pushed him up and held him while I did all the thrusting from below. All the while my other hand kept jacking him in time with my own thrusting. He started to breath faster and then to moan, which got me started on my own orgasm. I slowed down both and they reacted accordingly.
Steve leaned over to kiss me and I almost slipped out - but I didn't. I then started thrusting and jacking with all I had. As soon as he started to go, I told him to let it out:" "Scream it Steve! Let it go!"
He moaned a little louder, but that was enough to bring me to full tilt. I didn't hold back, I screamed out with a loud guttural yell that shook the room. When I was finished my little soldier easily slid out and he lay down on top of me, and we turned to our sides and kissed deep and long. Both of us were tired from a long day and exhausted from a wild ride, so we fell asleep in the same position we were kissing in.
We got a wake up call at six. "Oh crap!" he said, "We didn't need to wake up this early."
"No, but since we are awake, lets make good use of our extra time!" I said.
"What did you want, sweetheart -- your choice this morning."
"Two things. I want you on top -- again, but I want you to fuck me. I mean really hard -- like we started to do our first night. Then when you cum, I want you to scream out like I've been doing!"
"I just am not comfortable doing that." He said.
"Duh!" I said. "Steve, we're here on our last morning in a hotel we'll probably never visit again -- and if anyone can hear you -- which I doubt -- you'll never have to think about facing them -- ever. Just do it."
He said, "We'll see."
"That's not good enough. I know how much I'll love it if you can get off that hard."
"I feel plenty good when I cum. I don't see - "
"No -- but you will see!"
He wanted to brush his teeth first. "Your breath is fine. How's mine?" He smelled it then kissed me.
"You're good. But I gotta pee first."
"No you don't, you didn't even wake up with wood!" I said. "Stop making excuses. I'm NOT gonna forget!" I laughed.
He grinned and lubed me up good, then lubed himself up. He kissed me again, then I lifted my legs over his shoulders. I willed myself to relax and the head popped in with no trouble. He pushed the rest slowly in, again checking my eyes for my reaction. I smiled, even though it hurt a little. He buried it and I grimaced a little. He pulled it back out and then looked at me and I nodded again. He pushed it in -- it was a little easier this time. It hurt when he bottomed out again.
"You want me to take shorter strokes, sweetheart? It looks like it hurts."
"It does, but I like the pain. Just keep going faster." I said
He increased in speed and that made him quickly come to an increased intensity. But he still was watching my eyes for pain. I said, "STEVE! Go faster - HARDER, Harder still! POUND my ass, baby - POUND it!" He crossed his threshold and he started to groan.
"Harder! FASTER! DEEPER, STEVE! LET ME HAVE ALL YOU GOT!"
"I'M - " he started, then started to cry out. He stopped himself -- his voice freaked him out.
"SCREAM IT, STEVE! DAMMIT! SCREAM -- HARDER, DEEEPER, FASTER!"
He finally lost it -- or maybe found it , and started to scream. His thrusts were savage, and his voice took on an animalistic sound. I kept telling him to pound my ass harder, but I probably didn't need to. But it helped me come to my own conclusion. Before I knew it I too was screaming and using my legs to pull him in deeper if that were possible. The pain was intense and electrifying ^Å and erotically charged with an excitement that I never felt before.
When we were finished, he collapsed on top of me and both of us were gasping for air and our hearts were pounding out of our chests. He bit my neck but not hard enough to break the skin. When he did that, I jammed my thigh into his crotch, and he clasped it with his legs, and clasped me with his arms. And then kissed me with all he had.
"Oh my god, Jamey! I had no idea! I had no -- way of -- knowing how - how -- Oh my god! That was more than I ever knew was -- was -- was even possible!" he said between gasps, as we both tried to catch our breath.
"I - - know - - I -- know, Steve! I -- KNOW!" He slid off me but our bodies remained in full contact beside each other.
"Jamey - - I -- know this isn't the time, but -- omigod, I love you right now!"
"Me too, Steve, me too. And I say that knowing I mean it because -- I knew it before we -- started -- this."
"Damn, Jamey! I know we have to get up and to the airport, but -- I just want to stay here with you all damn day."
I grinned, half hoping, but knowing that the longer I was gone, the harder it would be to catch up. I jumped on top of him and wrapped as much of my body as possible around his naked, sticky body. We kissed deeply and passionately. My soldier was responding again. Steve laughed and went down and quickly got me off one more time before we hit the shower. When we got out of the shower and dried off, I ran to the front room before I got my clothes on. "Steve! Come here!"
"Okay, just let me get my underwear on."
"NO! Come here just the way you are!" I commanded.
"Jamey, we can't -- we don't have time to clean up again!"
"Just get out here, Cutie Pie!"
He came out looking too good to be true, with his thinning wet hair and fluffed up leg hair. He hadn't shaved yet, so his shadow was deep, and as the morning light coming in the window hit his form, with the deep darkness as a backdrop, he looked like something out of a 1940's black and white movie. Well, okay, maybe a porn movie, but --
"Come over here." I said He look suspiciously at me but haltingly walked to me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the full height window. With both of us stark naked, right in front of the window, 10 stories above the beach, I wrapped myself around him and kissed him for all of nature to see.
"You're a goon!" he said. "But such a loveable goon!" He grabbed my butt and pulled me up closer and our tongues frolicked between our mouths. We looked down and an ant sized guy on the beach was looking up at us, his fists lifted high in the air, and his thumbs up! I broke apart and following my lead, we both bowed deep from the waist, then broke up laughing.
The five hour trip home was not bad. We were the only two in first class, and so our flight attendant had it easy. Joey was our servant for ½ day, and was cheerful and supportive. He only excused himself once to go back to help with the meal service and once to step into the cockpit. What Joey and the pilot didn't realize was the sun coming through the cockpit windows cast a perfect shadow of them kissing on the panel just outside the door.
That sparked a kiss from Steve, and as we were getting into it, Joey returned. "Romantic weekend?" He said.
"It had its moments!" Said Steve, smiling.
"Where did you stay?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Fairmont Hamilton last night -- the penthouse."
"No SHIT!??" He said, then, "Oh! Sorry! I mean wow! I bet that was nice. The airline puts us up in group rooms at the economy choice of the week."
"Do you ever get to stay with him?" I said pointing to the cockpit. Joey blushed.
"Nobody's supposed to know about us." He said.
"Well, obviously the co-pilot knows!" I said smiling. "After seeing you two just a moment ago -- and by the way that's what inspired us to the scene you witnessed as you came in here."
"Bill IS the co-pilot -- or first officer. The pilot was reclined with his eyes closed. No, we don't get to stay together very often. But once in awhile." Joey said excitedly. Then he darkened, and whispered, "Bill's married. Got a little girl. But I don't care. He's the first guy I ever -- um -- was close with."
"And -- you only see him when you fly together?" Steve said.
"Aren't you afraid that it might mess up his marriage?" I asked.
Joey got really serious. "I worry about it all the time. My problem is I am getting more and more attached to him, but I don't know if he's that serious about me. I don't think he is. I know he's bisexual, and I'm afraid he has others -- girls -- that he sees when I'm not here." He suddenly looked crestfallen. "I'm sorry! I don't even know why I told you all that!"
"There is a reason for everything." Steve said. "Where do you live?"
"Long beach -- in a condo on the Marine Stadium."
"And Bill?"
"Oh, he lives in Orlando." He said glumly. "But look, I'm not here to depress you. I'm sorry you saw -- whatever you saw. We could get fired for it."
"No worries about that, Joey, but -" Steve started.
"How old are you, Joey?" I asked.
"22."
"You need to get away from Bill." Said Steve.
"I don't know anyone else -- like me. I wouldn't even know where to go to meet someone. And besides -- I love him."
Steve and I looked at each other and shook our heads.
"What?" Said Joey.
"How long have you known Bill?" I asked.
"Six months." We looked at each other again, with arched eye brows.
"WHAT??" Joey said again.
"Well," Steve started, "After that long, I can imagine that you do feel some love for him - "
"- but you need to get out before you get hurt too badly." I said. "I know a guy who you might like to meet."
"Who's that?" Said Steve.
"You've never met him. His name is George -- Jordy."
"Oh yeaaaahhh. You mentioned him yesterday!"
"I did?"
"Yeah. You were enumerating - "
"Oh Yeah! Okay then! Anyway, he lives just around the block from my dad in Bellflower."
"Bellflower? That's pretty far from Long Beach." Said Joey, glumly.
"It's not Orlando!" I retorted. "And I'm not setting you up with him. He just knows a lot of people -- gay that is."
"Ew!" Said Joey.
"What?" I said.
"I dunno. I just have a hard time thinking of myself like that."
"I know what you mean. Get used to it!" I said, chuckling.
"Well, maybe I wouldn't mind meeting this Gordan - er -- Jordan?"
"Jordy."
"Oh -- yeah! You're Dr. Jordan. Well, here's my phone number and email."
"Joey!" came a voice from the cockpit. Joey jumped a foot. He smiled, and turned around and ran smack into a tall, handsome pilot. "Would you go back and give this note to Wilma?" The pilot smiled at us. He was gorgeous. Joey took the note. It was a sealed envelope. The pilot stepped back into the cockpit.
"That was Bill." Said Joey, as he stepped past the curtain to the aft of the plane.
"I can see why he is infatuated with that guy!" Steve whispered. "He'd be a hard one to just give up."
"Jordy is cute too, but I think he has a boyfriend. But their age is about the same." I said.
Bill made the fasten seat belt announcement and warned of a possible bumpy descent. Joey came back and sat on a jump seat in our section, fastening his seat belt.
When our wheels touched down at LA International, reality hit me. Back to the routine!
Well, almost. Steve spent Tuesday night with me. And a wonderful homecoming it was!
Notes: Well?? We gotta have a happy ending to a chapter sometimes! For once, subby has told me what's in store for some of our beloved kids. It's gonna get interesting, I think! Comments, as usual, are welcome -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve