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 25
August came buy the next day as planned. He made haste to disrobe, and pose for me. He flirted subtly but strangely, he did not make me very uncomfortable. I agreed with Ryan that August was trouble, but there was also something about him that put me at ease. When he would look in my eyes, I would see a familiar sparkle. A glimpse into a soul that was from my past.
"August, where are you from," I asked finally.
"Everywhere, and nowhere," was his answer. I looked up and found his eyes fixed on mine. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, you seem familiar to me. I feel as if I know you from somewhere. You being so young, I figured, perhaps I know your parents, and met you as a child."
"I don't think so," he said resuming his pose. "Perhaps we met in another life, long ago in another place. Maybe we loved each other, or even hated each other... or both." I got a slight chill in response to his words. He continued to pose without speaking.
I put Ryan's portrait away when August comes in and vice versa. I decide that it would be best to not have them dwell on each others paintings. I worked on both paintings exclusively for the next week. I worked faster than I have ever worked on a piece of art. Ryan's painting flowed from my brushes with a grace I did not know I possessed. August's portrait, seemed to paint itself, as though I were on autopilot. I was doing as I said, and trying to finish it quickly.
I had Ryan come in to pose when he got home from work on several occasions. I decided that if I had him, I might as well use him. It was also an excuse to look upon my beautiful man. I sometimes found myself staring without painting. I would snap back into reality, and go back to my work.
"So Ryan, I think I am almost done. I don't know how I did it, but I think I will have it done before Yule. That reminds me, I have to go get our tuxes."
"I can't wait. Is it going to be fun, the ball that is," he asked trying not to break pose. "I have never been, but I expect it will be."
"The ball can be fun. Quite a few fun people have responded that they will be there."
"I still don't know why you didn't just burn the invites," he said with a smirk.
"Well there are a lot of posers out there." I put down my brushes and walked over to Ryan. I reached out and put my hand on his leg. He put his hand on mine and we just stood looking into each other's eyes.
"Will Marina be there," Ryan asked.
"Will she be there," I laughed. "She will be the belle of the ball. She is going to have the most amazing outfit you have ever seen." I smiled thinking of the first time I went to the ball. I went on Marina's arm, but we both left with someone else. She left with a woman that evening. Something she did on occasion. I left with Ward. We had been apart for a while, but we still considered ourselves a couple. I didn't know he was going to be there, and once I saw him, I didn't leave his side.
"So, what do you want to do right now," Ryan asked sliding to the edge of the riser. I snapped back to the present and looked into his eyes.
"Oh, gee, I don't know. I suppose we could watch some TV or maybe we could play a board game." I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Oh, well, I guess we could do that," he said and hopped off the table and started to leave the room.
"Oh no you don't," I said, and went after him. He took off running and I followed close behind. I caught him in the hall, but he wiggled away. I ran after him as he jogged easily up the stairs. I made it to the second floor and didn't see him.
I slowly moved close to his bedroom door. I put my ear to a panel and listened. I couldn't hear anything. I opened the door and looked inside. The lights were off, but I could see somewhat. I flipped on the light, but found nothing. I closed the door and went to my bedroom. I opened that door and found the light on. I walked inside and looked around.
"Hello," I called. "Are you in here my love," I sang out into the room. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Ryan's naked form run past me and down the stairs. I ran to the rail and sat on it. I slid down the banister and caught him at the bottom. We tumbled to the floor and wrestled on the large soft rug. I pinned my laughing friend to the floor and looked down into his eyes. I leaned in and kissed him softly.
We both calmed down and melted into each other. I sat up and pulled off my shirt. I moved back down onto Ryan and held him close to my naked chest. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my trouser covered hip. I pulled at my pants and underwear and slipped them down my legs. I kicked them down and ground my own cock into his crotch. We writhed together pressing our bodies together and rubbing our dicks together as we kissed.
I rose up and flipped him over and dove my mouth towards his ass. I pulled his cheeks apart and licked at his crack. I found his pucker and lapped at it with long wide strokes. I savored the aroma of his unique scent. Ryan moaned as I ran my tongue up his crack. He giggled if I got my tongue too close to the top of his crack I pointed my tongue at his hole and pressed it into him. I stabbed at it a few times as he moaned and lifted his hips to meet my mouth.
I stopped and moved up his back kissing him as I went. I settled on top of him and nuzzled the back of his neck. I worked my way to his ear and nibbled on his lobe. He giggled at this also, and turned his head away out of reflex.
"You want it," I asked, purring in his ear.
"Yes, please. I want it. I need it," he growled turning his head to try to see me.
"You want it bad," I asked again, and licked his neck.
"I want it bad. I want it now," he said and reached behind him. I lifted my hips to position myself, and he grabbed my cock. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on his ass to add to what I left when I rimmed him. He pulled my cock to his hole and positioned the head. I pressed down and the head slipped in easily. I pushed harder and slid in all the way.
I lifted my upper body and he lifted his hips and bent his knees. I pulled us into a dog position, never slipping out. I pulled out slowly and started to push back in when he gasped. I stopped and tried to think of where I could find some lube quickly.
"Caison," Ryan whispered. I looked down as he pulled away. "I just saw someone outside the window." I looked up at the window as a shadow moved past. I jumped to my feet and ran to the window. I opened it and looked out into the night. I couldn't see anyone, but I felt someone near. I closed and locked the window, and turned back to Ryan. He sat on the floor, absentmindedly covering his soft cock.
"I saw them too. I am going to call the police and report a peeping tom." I walked over to the phone and Ryan joined me.
"Don't worry about it," Ryan said. "They are long gone. The police will have to come over and make a report. That would probably be more embarrassing. We didn't even see him clearly." I looked at the phone as he spoke. I looked up into his face that was still a bit red from the episode.
"You're right. If he shows up again, I will call. It might have been some kid. I bet he didn't see what he was expecting," I said and we laughed. Ryan moved in and kissed me. He reached down and grabbed my soft cock. He massaged it gently as we kissed.
"Let's go upstairs. I want to make sure we go to bed satisfied." He pulled me towards the stairs and we went to my room.
"I will be happy if you are in my arms," I said, and followed.
"I will be happy if you are in my mouth," he said and grabbed my ass. He took off running up the stairs and I followed. We closed the door and the curtains, and made love in private.
(To be continued)
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