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Note: This is the third part in a series; part one is titled "Out of Control" and can be found in the bisexual section. Part two, which describes a heterosexual incident between Jack and Jena, was not submitted. If you'd like to read it email me and I will send you a copy.
SUNSET MOON
Jack's efforts at getting himself back on an even keel were turning out less than successful. He ordered an earlier dinner for Dillon and himself to be served in his chambers after which he planned to loose himself in his favorite companion.
Dillon was his usual charming self, attentive throughout the meal and intelligent in his conversation yet Jack found his thoughts returning again and again to a small clearing beside the lake. He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he realized that the room had grown silent. Even then it wasn't until Dillon finally asked him a second time that he realized he'd been asked a question.
"I'm sorry, Dillon. What did you ask me?"
Dillon's angelic face showed a slight frown. "I asked if something is bothering you? You've been distant and quiet all night. If you're not up to company I can return to my suite."
Jack gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry to have neglected you this evening. I've got a lot on my mind." He wasn't ready to share his thoughts and feelings regarding Jena with any one, least of all Dillon. Dillon was insightful and it wouldn't take long for him to figure out the direction of Jack's thoughts.
"Why don't I pour you another glass of wine and take myself off."
"The wine would be nice but I would prefer you stay."
"Of course." Dillon reached across the table and filled Jake's glass but before he could take a drink Dillon was standing beside him holding out his hand.
Jack stood, taking Dillon's hand and let himself be drawn into the living room. Jack's private quarter occupied the entire west wing of the house. The rest was divided into three floors; the first floor consisted of a formal dining room, sitting room, library, and study. The second floor provided several suites of various sizes for guests and the third floor housed the household support staff. There was also an extensive wine cellar and an indoor swimming pool. Dillon, who was the only Servant living in the main house, had his own set of rooms down the hall.
Dillon was aware of the fact that Jack was otherwise occupied. It was unusual, but not unheard of, for Jack to be distracted by business matters. When that happened he was better left alone but for whatever reason he'd made it abundantly clear that he wished for company.
The sun was starting to set and the wide bay windows on the west side of Jack's private sitting room provided a spectacular view of the mountains. The southern California desert turned into a sea of fire and the sun settled. Dillon was content to sit beside Jack and watch the last of the day sink into the horizon.
The couch was deep and sat low to the ground. Dillon sat sideways, one leg tucked under the other with one arm resting on the back of the couch. Absently, he tangled his fingers through Jack's black hair before letting the silky strands flow through his fingers.
Jack felt the last of his tension drain away with the soothing touch of Dillon's hands. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. For a moment Dillon cradled his head in the palm of his hand, tightening his hold on Jack's hair. It was a brief show of strength, dominance that was gone in a flash and before Jack could reassert his position of power Dillon had moved to kneel on the floor in front of him.
Jack opened his eyes and gazed down at the one person that meant the most to him. In his own way Jack cared deeply for his personal companion and no matter what the future brought Dillon would always have a place with him. With a touch of tenderness in his eyes, Jack reached out his hand and placed his palm gently against Dillon's cheek.
Dillon smiled up at him as Jack brushed his thumb across his skin. His light coloring prevented any real beard so his skin was relatively smooth. Leaning forward, Dillon slipped his hands under Jack's shirt until he encountered warm, smooth skin. Jack's stomach was flat and firm and the muscles clenched beneath his touch. Without taking his eyes off Jack, Dillon trailed his fingertips up along his ribs and towards the center of his chest. From there he swept his hands out towards the side until he encountered two, small male nipples.
Jack moaned deep in his throat as Dillon brushed his already sensitive buds. The sensation of his nipples being pinched and pulled was intensified by the love and devotion he saw in Dillon's eyes. Jack saw everything Dillon was feeling in those blue depths.
After pulling Jack's shirt up over his head, Dillon placed his hands on Jack's knees and slowly slid them up to the top of his thighs. Bracing himself, he bent his head and placed small, delicate kisses on Jack's stomach, following the line of the waistband of his jeans.
Eye contact no longer an option, Jack closed his eyes and threaded his right hand in Dillon's hair while his left clutched the couch. His stomach muscles were locked tight and each kiss sent little shocks of pleasure coursing through his body. His cock was already swollen and straining against the front of his jeans. All thoughts of Jena had fled, his mind completely centered on Dillon and following the progression of his mouth.
As Dillon moved up along Jack's torso his kissed came harder, his lips slightly parted and his tongue darting out to sample the slightly salty taste of Jack's skin. Reaching Jack's navel, Dillon circled it with his tongue before thrusting it into the small, delicate hole.
Moaning, Jack's grip on Dillon's hair tightened fractionally as he shifted slightly on the couch.
Dillon thrust his tongue inside Jack's naval a couple more times before starting back on his journey north. His kisses turned to light nips as he moved along the sensitive skin covering Jack's ribs.
Jack arched his hips up off the couch, trying to press his hard cock against Dillon's stomach as he leaned forward. His hand still in Dillon's hair, Jack tugged gently trying to move Dillon up toward his nipple.
Dillon resisted Jack's silent command, instead he drew his tongue along the underside of Jack's pec and up between his breastbone.
Jack growled, "Tease."
Dillon chuckled against Jack's neck. "Patience."
Jack let out a low moan of pleasure as Dillon bit into his neck before licking the sting away. His nipples were hard, begging for attention. Jack's only compensation was the fact that Dillon, still kneeling on the floor between Jack's thighs, was stretched up and pressed against him. The pressure from Dillon's body gave Jack's cock some much-needed relief. Unfortunately, it didn't last long. Every time Dillon shifted his position her brushed up against him, stroking him through his jeans. Jack could already feel the wetness from his pre-cum as it seeped through his boxer shorts.
Dillon had moved to tug on Jack's earlobe before flowing the hard line of his jaw to his mouth. It was something akin to relief when he finally captured Jack's lips for a soul-searing kiss.
Jack parted his lips and Dillon's tongue swept inside. He was aggressive yet sensual; he didn't thrust his tongue in to explore the back of Jack's throat. Instead his tongue caressed the inside of his mouth, lingering over Jack's bottom lip before stroking the side of his tongue.
Jack could spend hours kissing Dillon; it was one of the first things he noticed three years ago. Not everyone knew how to kiss. Jack reached out to touch Dillon's tongue with his own and was rewarded when Dillon teased it into his mouth and began to suck on it.
Meanwhile, Dillon's fingers did what his mouth had neglected to do. Ever so lightly he brushed his fingertips across Jack's nipples feeling them instantly grow harder.
Jack shuddered and ran his hands down Dillon's back to his buttocks with which he pulled him closer.
Spreading his knees further apart for balance, Dillon slid his stomach up and down the length of Jack's erect cock. He couldn't wait to get that cock in his mouth, to taste the slightly salty pre-cum while he buried his nose in Jack's pubic hairs.
Dillon gave Jack's nipples one last fierce pinch before sliding his hands down to the button-fly of his jeans. Within moments he had Jack's cock free from his jeans and the rest of his clothes thrown across the floor.
At any time the two men together were an attractive combination but never more so than now. While both men were tall with broad shoulders and long, muscular legs, Jack's dark complexion accented Dillon's fair features. Naked they were simply stunning.
Dillon appreciated Jack's good looks and took a moment to feast his eyes. While Dillon's gazed caressed Jack slowly from head to toe his hands slid along the inside the inside of his thighs. His thumbs stroked the sensitive skin where the thigh meets pelvis before tangling in Jack's black pubic hair.
Jack reached out and began playing with Dillon's nipples. He was content to let Dillon take the lead in their lovemaking. He didn't allow it often but when he did he was always well rewarded. Dillon grasped his cock at the base of the shaft and slowly lowered his head. Jack closed his eyes as the anticipation built. For a moment he stopped breathing as he felt Dillon's warm breath blow across the swollen head of his dick.
Dillon lapped at the tip of Jack's dick with his tongue, cleaning off the beads of pre-cum only to have them replaced with more. Still licking slowly, Dillon grabbed Jack by the wrist and lowered his hand to the couch. Careful not to touch him anywhere else, Dillon made sure that Jack's attention was centered on the assault taking place between his thighs. He swirled his tongue around the head, once, twice, three times before moving to the base of the shaft. From there he slowly licked the length of it, pressing with his tongue until he neared the head. As he reached the grove just beneath the head his mouth clamped firmly around Jack's dick and slid back down.
Jack felt his sac tighten up against his body as Dillon deep throated his dick. If he wasn't careful he was liable to shoot his load right now leaving them both disappointed.
Dillon slowly dragged his way back up before picking up the pace. He alternated between slow, deep strokes and fast, short swallows to keep Jack from coming.
Jack was grasping the edge of the couch, his entire body straining towards Dillon's mouth. His hips rose in time with Dillon's rhythm and his buttocks clenched tight.
Dillon sought to add a new sensation to the mix. He waited until the next time Jack lifted his hip to meet the downward thrust of his mouth and then slid his hands underneath his ass.
With his left hand he held on to Jack's hips, anchoring him to the couch while his other hand slipped between his cheeks. Immediately, Jack released the tension from his body and prepared himself to be entered. Running his hand down the crack of his ass, Dillon felt the tight opening and slowly slid in his finger. Use to such penetration, Jack easily accepted a second finger.
Dillon increased the rhythm of his sucking and started finger fucking Jack in the ass.
"Oh, yeah! God, that feels so good." Jack gave himself up to the pleasure coursing through his body. Another minute and he was sure to loose his load. He held on, determined to enjoy it a little longer. Finally, when he was sure he'd come if he did stop he shoved Dillon off him and pinned him to the floor.
Without any warning Dillon found himself flat on his back with his knees pressed up against his chest. Jack knelt between his legs and was busy thrusting his tongue up Dillon's ass.
Dillon shuddered at the unexpected assault and pressed his ass more firmly against Jack's face.
Knowing his tongue wouldn't be enough Jack was busy lubing up his dick. Dillon kept trying to lower his self further onto Jack's tongue until finally he pulled it out and moved to press the head of his dick against the tight opening.
"Tell me you want it."
"Yes, I want it." Dillon's eyes were bright, watching as Jack positioned himself.
"Beg."
"Please."
Jack's smile was almost painful. Despite his own discomfort, the need to thrust his self deep inside Dillon's ass he continued to wait. "Come, on. You can do better than that."
"Oh, God! Please fuck me! NOW!"
"With pleasure." Jack pressed forward, apply steady pressure until he felt the head of his dick slip past the tight opening.
"Oh, yessss." Dillon moaned and closed his eyes as Jack slowly filled him. Jack was large but after three years of taking his dick in his as the two men were perfectly suited to each other.
From this position Jack was able bend down and suck on the head of Dillon's dick all the while thrusting in and out of his ass.
Dillon almost lost it the minute Jack's mouth close around his dick. Only Jack's experience kept him from coming.
Jack was well aware of Dillon's dilemma. He kept pressure on the base of his shaft and picked up the pace of his thrusts. He was already close to coming and he knew that he'd loose it the minute he tasted Dillon's cum in his mouth. No one had ever tasted as sweet as Dillon. He loved sucking on Dillon's cock and he was working it as hard as he could. He sucked in time to his thrusts in his ass while with his other hand he played with Dillon's balls.
Dillon felt his entire body start to coil around the sensation in his dick. His ass was stretched and filled and his dick was being thoroughly sucked. He felt his orgasm start to collected and new that he was about to loose control. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me, I'm gonna come."
Jack started pounding Dillon's ass harder, taking his thrusts deeper and making sure to connect with his prostate.
"Yes! Ohhh...God! I'm coming!"
Jack felt Dillon's entire body tighten around his dick and a moment later his mouth was filled with warm, sweet cum. As soon as the first shot hit his mouth Jack let go of a stream of cum, filling Dillon's ass. Jack waited until Dillon's dick stopped seeping before lowering his legs to the ground. Still firmly planted in his as, Jack moved up Dillon's body and kissed him.
Dillon swept his tongue inside and tasted himself in Jack's mouth. Carefully, he searched every corner for the last remnants of his orgasm before licking Jack's lips.
Jack felt his dick slip out of Dillon's ass as he moved to lie beside him. He kept one arm wrapped firmly around Dillon's waist and fell into the kind of deep sleep that only comes from satisfying sex.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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