This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for most of the pagan practices mentioned. This is written for adults and if you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.
Part 14
I woke the next morning to find Ryan sucking my dick. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his head down on my hard cock. He took me in as far as he could. I could already feel my orgasm building and I gently pushed him away. I sat up and kissed him good morning. He kissed me hungrily and explored my mouth with is tongue. I pushed him back on the bed and laid on top of him. I rubbed my body against his. His soft chest hair tickled my nipples.
"Ready for another go," I asked, whispering into his ear.
"Oh, yeah. Please, put it in me, I have missed the feeling all night." I rolled him onto his side and snuggled up behind him. My cock rested against his crack. I reached for the lube on the side table. I grabbed his thigh and pulled his knee to his chest. I put some lube on my hand and rubbed it into his hole. He flinched a little.
"Are you okay," I asked.
"Just a little sore, but don't let it stop you. I am ready." I kissed the back of his neck as I pressed a finger into him. I pushed a second finger in and massaged his prostate. He moaned and pressed back against me. I pulled out my fingers and pressed my cock against his hole and it slipped in. I put my arm across his abs and pulled him close to me. I slowly thrust into him and fell into a rhythm.
He reached behind his back and grabbed my ass cheek. I licked and nibbled his neck as we made love. I reached around him and started stroking his cock. It was not long until his breathing became ragged and his moans grew louder. I felt my orgasm rise and I started thrusting faster. I moaned out loud as I filled him with my cream. He moaned and shot cum all over my hand and the bed sheets.
We laid together as my cock shrank inside of him. I could hear his breathing slow down and I felt sleep pulling my eyes closed. I shifted a little to separated us. Ryan moaned softly and rolled on his belly. I sat up on one elbow and looked down at his beautiful body. His ass was so smooth and tan. I wondered if he had sunbathed in the nude this past summer, or if he went to a tanning bed. I looked down at my less impressive body, and couldn't help but feel self-conscious. I thought, perhaps it was time to step up the workout routine, and for goodness sake, get a tan.
I looked at the clock and decided it was time to get up. I wanted to show my new lover the sights. I slipped out of the bed and into the bathroom. I started the shower and looked into the mirror. I once again criticized my body. I felt a hand on my back. I moved around my body and rested on my belly as Ryan came into view in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his lips against my shoulder. He looked up and smiled into the mirror sleepily.
"You are beautiful," he said softly into my ear. "Do you know that," he asked.
"No, I don't think so," I returned looking down at the sink.
"Well, you are." I looked into his eyes and he kissed me. The mirror was starting to fog from the steam. I took Ryan by the hand and led him into the shower. We washed one another and then dried each other. We dressed together, stealing a kiss now and then. I start to turn on my cell phone and take it with us, but decide to leave it in the room. We left the room and headed out to the lobby.
"Did you sleep well, Messrs. Blackwatch and Summerbreaze," the desk clerk asked as we walked past. Did this guy ever go home, I wondered.
"Very well, what sleep we got," Ryan answered and waggled his eyebrows. I blushed, but the clerk smiled. "Where can we get some grub," Ryan asked stopping, and walking back to the desk. I stopped in my tracks and sighed. I turned back to the desk and walked back with my head down. "Honey, you have to get over this crap," Ryan said and squeezed my ass.
"There is a diner down the street on the corner. It is owned by a friend of mine. He is a good cook, well, among other things," the clerk added, smiling sheepishly. "Just walk out the door and turn right."
"Sounds great," Ryan said and took me by the arm and led me out of the hotel.
"You know this is all your fault. If you had told me you were gay, I wouldn't be so embarrassed right now," I said a bit indignantly.
"Who said I was gay," Ryan answered and kissed me on the cheek.
"You did! You told the clerk you were gay."
"Well, I was then. Before that, not so much," he said and kissed me on the cheek again.
"We have to talk about all of this," I said, exasperated.
"We will, Hon. We will." Ryan patted me on the arm and we continued down the street.
The diner was more than I expected. It wasn't remotely a greasy spoon. It was a posh beach-side restaurant. We were seated by a young man, that I was sure was gay. He told us his name was Roger and that he was our server. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Ryan, and I hate to admit I was jealous. Once he had talked to Ryan for a moment, asking where he was from, he turned to me and focused the same attention on me. I realized it was just his way.
I was looking at the menu, unable to decide when Roger stepped next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He rested his hip against my arm and looked down at the folder. He suggested the florida breakfast, consisting of two eggs sunny-side up, grapefruit, orange juice, toast with orange marmalade and alligator sausage. It sounded great, and I ordered it along with some coffee. I looked up at Ryan to find him staring at me. I felt uneasy under his gaze but decided to not mention it. He ordered the same and Roger left.
"What is wrong," I asked.
"He was all over you," Ryan said and sipped his water.
"He was not. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you," I retaliated.
"Eyes are better than hands," he said in a clipped tone. "...or hips."
"How cute. You are jealous." I slipped my foot out of my loafer and slid it down his thigh and rubbed his crotch. He lifted a bit in his chair and looked around. I smiled and rubbed my toes across the bulge forming in his pants. "You are the only man for me." He smiled and spread his legs a bit. Just then Roger brought our coffee and juice. He put a basket of biscuits in the middle of the table and asked if we needed anything else.
"Well, you might want to keep your distance from me. He is a bit jealous and may do you bodily harm," I said motioning across the table. Ryan's jaw dropped and Roger looked surprised.
"I am very sorry, Hon, I have a boyfriend and I wouldn't want someone hangin' on him. He is just so cute. You are a lucky man," Roger said and moved on to the kitchen.
"I can't believe you said that," Ryan said still staring at me. I ran my foot up his leg and he relaxed.
"That was payback for the clerk," I said, and sipped my coffee. I tried to not smile, but it was impossible. I broke out in a big grin and we both laughed.
We ate breakfast and started back to the hotel to get some brochures and our cameras. I decided to take my cell phone, so I turned it on. The message alert toned and I listened to the message. Ryan gathered our things as I held the phone. I pressed the end button and dropped the phone on the bed. I looked at Ryan as my eyes began to fill with tears. He dropped our things on the bed and rushed to my side.
"What's wrong," he asked. I stood silent, afraid that if I opened my mouth I would sob. He helped me sit on the bed and looked at the phone. The last call was from my mom's cell phone. He grabbed my shoulders and asked me again, what was wrong.
"My dad was in a car accident last night," I said as the first tears ran down my cheeks. "She said he is going to be ok, but he is badly hurt." I started to cry harder and Ryan pulled me closer to him. "He wants to see me...," I said through my sobs.
"Come on, love," he said standing up in front of me. "Let's go."
(To be continued)
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