Loving Conor

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Loving Conor - Chapter 20

"Hold up, babe... Ouch!"

The bag of new clothes was my quickest route to getting dressed as Conor hurried to let Jim in. I barely had time to zip my fly, narrowly missing skin but catching a few pubic hairs in the process. At least I managed to get my shirt on right side out... unlike my fiancé who didn't seem to notice that he hadn't.

The door wasn't opened more than a couple of inches when Jim burst through and closed it behind him. With his scrunched eyebrows and frown, Jim wasn't the joyful bear that I had been expecting. I nearly blurted out a defence of our relationship when he announced the real issue behind his manic entry... albeit a confusing one to me.

"That devil woman has been after me since the first time she came here!"

Conor quickly filled in the blanks. "I'm sorry. I would have warned you Kat was here, but..."

Jim gave Conor one of his signature bear hugs and explained the schedule confusion. "No need to be sorry, lad. I didn't realize I gave you the wrong time until I landed, so I took a taxi."

I found Jim's predicament with Kat amusing. "Come on, Jim. Kat is cute, maybe you should give her a chance."

Jim scrunched one eye and pointed his thick finger at me. "Yes, and tigers are cute, too, until they're ripping your man parts off and gnawing at your bones!"

I laughed and accepted my bear hug and a few thumps on my back. It didn't escape me that the room was full of signs I had been bunking with Conor, including my mostly empty suitcase, my dirty clothes still sitting on Conor's bed, not to mention the photos proudly displayed on the wall. As Jim plopped down into a chair, I knew I had to come up with an approach to the topic quickly.

Conor granted me a few moments to think when he asked Jim about his flight. Ignoring his answer, my brain went into overdrive formulating how to best lead into my relationship with his godson... enough so that I didn't realize Jim had turned to me until Conor kicked my shin.

"Huh? Sorry."

Jim chuckled "Still get lost in that head of yours, eh?" then planted a finger on the studio plans. "I said you were supposed to be having a good time, not work...." Jim stopped mid sentence and a broad smile crossed his face. Why you rascal! You got lucky, didn't you?"

My tongue tied and brain twisted as Jim pushed for an answer.

"Oh come on, cousin, it's as plain as that raspberry on your neck! Unless we've developed a rash of vampires while I was gone, some lass has had her teeth in you!"

My hand went to the spot Conor had just bitten. I saw his sly grin from the corner of my eye and gave his shin a kick as I fumbled my words.

"Well... actually I... I've met someone. It's... it just kind of happened, but... it's um..."

Bear paws thumped my back again in a hug so tight I couldn't inhale.

"That's great news! Let's go to the bar and you can tell me all about her over a shot of tequila!"

I followed Jim to his feet and to the door, noticing Conor still sitting in his chair... and looking a bit too relieved that he wasn't invited to the party. There was no way I was letting him off the hook, so I put a hand on Jim's shoulder.

"Conor should join us, he met someone too."

Jim turned to Conor, but seemed more concerned than excited "Oh? Come on then, there's an empty glass waiting to be filled for you, too."

As Jim led the way to the bar, Conor reached over and slugged me in the shoulder. I grinned then stuck my tongue out. Preparations for the event seemed to be complete, with the Common room looking like the stage for a strange sci-fi movie. Besides a few cardboard props of superheroes, the room was empty of people. My stomach rumbled as I realized they were all likely in the kitchen enjoying whatever delicious food had been delivered.

I stood next to my Love at the front of the bar, while Jim walked behind and clanked through the myriad of bottles below, yelling out that he was looking for his "top shelf" tequila, which ironically seemed to be hiding somewhere on the bottom shelf. I asked about my uncle, Ned, receiving the colorful reply I had come to expect from my cousin.

"Oh, not much to tell, really. I was busy with dad the whole time I was there. The old man's got a heart of gold and he's tough as nails but extremely hard-headed when anyone tries to help him. We went through three nurses before I got smart and picked one who didn't speak English! I think he'd have written me out of his will for leaving if it wasn't for the double-d's on that maiden. It wouldn't surprise me if he's already copped a feel or two. Now where's that damned bottle?!"

I felt a hand on my butt and glanced over at my Love, then heard the pop as he tore the sales tag off my shorts and slid it into my pocket. The thoughtful act and his tender smile melted my heart and took me back to that day on the beach... It was right... I knew it was right... right and perfect and what I wanted more than anything in the world!

With a simple nod and synchronized thoughts, our fingers softly touched, then interlaced together. All apprehension flittered away, replaced with an indescribable feeling of peacefulness. Tethered hands rose up and relaxed on the mahogany bar top, with the ring Conor had previously hidden from Jim now prominently displayed.

"Ah, here it is!"

Jim stood with his prize bottle in hand and walked over to the mini fridge to grab a lime.

"What I want to know is, who these lucky souls are that found you two?!"

No verbal answer was given as we became lost in each other's eyes. I vaguely heard the gurgle of shots being poured, the scrape of glasses being slid in our direction, and Jim's prompting for an answer - cut short by the truth when he finally looked up.

"Come on, don't leave me in suspen..."

The tequila bottle slipped from Jim's grasp and landed on its bottom with a thump, sending droplets of the liquid onto our hands. Long moments ticked away as I watched the resolve manifest in my Love's eyes. Jim had become the only real father Conor had ever known, and the last thing I wanted was to come between the two. There was, however, no denying our love for each other. Conor finally squeezed my hand as he turned and spoke.

"I love him, Jim."

Jim slammed a shot down his throat, then extended his index finger at me.

"And you?"

The simple question sparked something inside me... a realization that nearly put me to my knees. I meant no disrespect to her memory. I had loved Julie with all my heart and soul... god I had loved her! I just hoped that Jim would understand the depth of my love for Conor with the only answer I could give...

"More than I've ever loved anyone."

Jim filled his glass again, then just held it and stared at us. Conor's tone was soft but sincere as he continued.

"I'm sorry if you're upset, but..."

Jim held his big hand up, but Conor wasn't deterred.

"You know I've been waiting for the right person and I've finally found him. I don't care about our age difference or anything else. We're getting married, Jim, and of all people, I thought you would understand."

Jim's eyes lifted as if peering over glasses that weren't there. "Are you done?"

Conor nodded, then Jim raised his shot. The smile that appeared on his face seemed authentic but didn't fully hide the sadness in his eyes.

"Then may you find the happiness and love together that we all deserve, but rarely know. You have my blessing, son. You both have my blessing."

A collective sigh of relief and the sound of clinking filled the air. I knew Jim meant what he said, but had a feeling there was more to the story.

Tequila was poured again as another question was asked of Conor.

"And what does your mother think about all this?"

Conor smiled. "She's here, Jim. You can ask her yourself."

Jim suddenly looked around the room with the same, frantic, look we had when he came home early.

"She's here? Some warning would've been nice, lad! I... I need a trim and... she's here?"

Conor laughed. "She's not here, here. She's staying at a friend's house, but she's anxious to see you."

Jim's hands went to his stomach. "Gad, an' I've put on a stone or two!"

Conor chuckled again. "Don't worry, Jim, you look fine."

"I'll drink to that."

I turned to a hand on my shoulder and a purring voice. If Jim registered Kat's sudden presence at the bar he didn't show it.

With the bartender unavailable in more ways than one, I slid my full glass to the beautiful but wild girl. Kat downed the shot and ran her long nails lightly across my neck, sending chills down my spine, then winked and leisurely walked away. _________

The guests had raided the kitchen then left to get ready for the event. Conor and I grabbed some plates, but Jim had hurried out to his barber and the dry-cleaners before they closed, hard set on looking his best for Nancy though he didn't say it. Before we could sit down to eat, Jim burst back inside with a smile on his face.

"You brought the ol' car here! Does that mean what I think it means?"

I could have kicked myself for not thinking of it before, but I was fairly sure I knew what the rest of the story was. I smiled and set my plate down, knowing what was coming when I gave my answer.

"If you think it means I'm staying in Florida, then yes. I'm not taking Conor to Arizona, Jim. In fact, we'll be living right across the street."

"Omph!"

A tear fell from my cousin's eye as he squeezed the air from my lungs. Jim let go of me then pulled Conor in.

"I want you to know I'm happy for you. It's just damn good to know you're staying here."

"I'm glad I'm staying here, too, Jim."

The two hugged and tears streamed from everyone's faces. Had I not been so wrapped up in wondering how Jim would react, I would have thought to tell him I wasn't taking Conor away. After stealing my napkin to blow his nose, the big man flew out the door to run his errands. _______

The catering service had served up some incredibly tasty barbecue ribs and corn, which now covered our fingers and lips. With the tension gone and the cold beer washing our food down nearly everything prompted a laugh, especially when Tom entered the room dressed in green tights, wrappings, and a cloak. It wasn't Tom's outfit that had me nearly shooting suds from my nose, but Conor's matter-of-fact observation...

"Eh, Tom. That's the worst leprechaun outfit ever."

Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Don't you watch any movies, Irish boy? I'm a wood elf." Then grabbed his plump dick through the stretchy green fabric. "Get it, wood elf? You should see Sam. She's the..."

`I'm the Elf Queen, bitches!"

Sam strutted into the room, somehow gliding silently on the tall heels of her crimson velvet boots, the color of which matched her entire outfit. A jeweled belt around her waist held up multiple sections of her dress, allowing her thighs to stick out around the center section which was covered in sparkling runes. Sam's flat stomach and midsection remained bare with the exception of a single, red, jewel in her belly button. Her ample breasts were covered by a studded leather corset, leaving plenty of cleavage to be seen. A jeweled choker around her neck anchored a two piece embroidered cape that hung to her knees. To finish off the elf montage, jewel covered wires took the place of pointed elf ears, and more jewels covered the crown on her head.

Conor belted out what I was thinking. "Woah, Sam. You look amazing!"

"I know, right? You two should dress up."

I raised the corner of my lip and shrugged. I had never been one for costumes, except for halloween, and then only dressed in camo gear with my friends so we could sneak into grownup parties and snag their booze.

"Oh, just go look at the damn costumes! If you don't find something you like, Sun and Moon are doing body painting." Not wanting to incite the Elf Queen's wrath, we agreed to go look.

After seeing Sam, Conor ran off to grab his camera and shoot some photos. We decided to go ahead and join the gang in dressing up, but separately to surprise each other. I made my way to Sam's room which had been converted to a dressing area.

Although they had been picked over, racks of outfits remained. I rifled through a section with no clue what most of the costumes were supposed to be, stopping at the back of the room to look at an elaborately dressed mannequin... an angelic warrior of some type, holding a broadsword with a smokey black blade, and covered in shining mail and silver armor with elegantly crafted wings. After deciding the outfit wasn't for me, I turned around and nearly jumped out of my sandals when the mannequin spoke.

"May I be of service?"

"Shit!"

I turned back around to a slightly diabolical laugh. The warrior removed his helm, releasing long, almost white, hair that fell around his stunning face, highlighting steel blue eyes that seemed to glow against the light backdrop.

"My apologies, friend. I get bored all too easily. May I help you find something?"

"You may need to help me find my wits, Dimitri. I don't think we officially met last time, I'm Brandon."

Dimitri shook my outstretched hand. "Well met, Brandon. My sister is quite fond of you."

I wasn't sure I wanted to engage in a conversation about Rachel with her sword wielding brother, so I decided to play it safe and sidestep the subject.

"I was talked into dressing up, but really don't know anything about Cosplay or role playing. Any suggestions?"

"Yes, well it's far less complicated than it seems. Cosplay means "costume play", which can be different things to different people. In most cases, a costume is chosen from a favorite character, and role playing is simply acting the part. It's all about perception, really. Look again at the costumes. How would you like to be perceived, Brandon?"

My eyes traveled to the many costumes, but none of them were calling to me.

"What if I'm happy with who I am?"

"Not one for masks, are you? Follow me, I think I have the perfect costume."

I left the room looking like myself, but from the 1920s. Dimitri had directed me to a Speakeasy Bartender outfit that didn't require a mask and fit surprisingly well. No fantasy could be better than my reality, and no costume would change that. Still... I did look rather snazzy.

I found the bar empty and took my place behind it, then took a look at the guests just starting to mill about the common room. If what Dimitri told me held true, then there was much to be gleaned by the outfits they had chosen. I had to smile when I saw "The Elf Queen" standing at the center of everything. There was no doubt that Sam liked to be in control, but I knew that losing her brother had shaped that part of her personality.

Tom's costume was revealing as far as his dick was concerned, but it was also meant to hide something. I wondered when he would lose the "jester" cover and allow himself to be seen as the brilliant young man I knew him to be.

Kat strutted around in nothing but orange, black, and white body paint, dressed of course as a tiger. Was her confidence and aggressiveness a front for insecurities and loneliness, or was she showing her true colors?

Besides some lace wings and sparkles in their hair, Sun and Moon looked like themselves... then again, they just never took their costumes off. The two seemed to go to great lengths to be different, but I hadn't spent enough time with them to know why.

I saw the flash of his camera and spotted my Love across the room. His smile reflected his passion for capturing life's moments, and made the corners of my mouth curl up in response. A smile had been his mask before... a veil to cover the profound pain and loss that had haunted him. Not many people could tell the difference, but I could. He was brilliantly charming either way, but when he smiled that smile, it set his eyes off like dancing fireworks in the dark of night.

Another light flashed... a signal that it was time to get into my "role" of bartender. I turned to see a woman walking towards me. Thousands of black and silver beads and sequins swirled in designs over her sheer, black, dress while tendrils of long fringe hung from the bottom, swaying from side to side with each step. With her dress and the sequined headband holding a single black feather, the beautiful woman could be my 1920's counterpart. Unsure if the costume choice had been coincidental or not, I smiled at Rachel's familiar words and decided it didn't matter.

"Buy a girl a drink?"

"You name it, I got it."

"Surprise me."

"I have a feeling you're not easily surprised."

"Yet you continue to surprise me. Congratulations on your engagement, Brandon."

I mixed Rachel's cocktail, an Old Fashioned to match our theme.

"Thank you, Rachel. I honestly didn't expect to see you again, but I'm glad I was wrong."

"Are you... glad, Brandon?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh, maybe because I practically threw myself at you?"

"Honestly, I was flattered, not offended. Besides, that was before you knew about Conor."

Rachel's bottom lip stuck out as she ran a finger over the rim of her glass. I determined that a pouting goddess was even sexier than a regular goddess.

"What's with the sad face?"

"I... need to ask for your forgiveness, Brandon. I came here believing that there was still a chance for me... for us. Then, I met Conor. I saw in him what I see in you, and realized what a tragedy it would be if you weren't together. I am happy for you both and would never in a million years wish another outcome, but I fear I shall never get to know a man the way I could have known you."

"You still can, maybe not as lovers, but I don't think that's what you were looking for. I'd like to be your friend, Rachel."

My Love walked up beside me as Rachel reached over and grabbed the white handkerchief from my pocket, then wiped a tear from her face.

"You don't know how many times I've given the `we can still be friends' speech, Brandon. It was always a nice way to say I never want to see you again."

I took Rachel's hand in mine.

"I mean what I say. I don't want to be acquaintances, but real friends... friends who know everything about each other and like each other anyway. Friends who can laugh together in the good times and cry together in the hard times. Friends willing to drag each other out of the muck and mire, and not be afraid to get mud on their shoes. A friend who will tell you to stop trying so damn hard, and true love will find you."

A slight smile crept up with the last statement. "I've never had a friend like that. It sounds too good to be true."

"Then let me be your first, and I'll prove it is true."

Rachel's eyes went to Conor "And what do you say, angel? Would you trust me in this?"

Conor put his arm over my shoulder. "I trust him, and that's enough, but yes, I will."

Rachel looked back at me and smiled. "You really don't know what you're getting yourself into, but I'll accept before you change your mind."

I smiled back and raised my glass. "To true friends."

Rachel tapped her glass against mine. "To true friends."

There's something about a deep friendship that nearly rivals the bond between lovers. Of course Conor would always be my best friend, but marriage is a balancing act and sometimes you lose your foothold. In those times, you need someone who can push you back up, or knock your ass down as needed. Jim had been my best friend when we were younger, but life took us on separate paths. I hadn't really understood what I was missing until Julie and I lost our babies, and even more through her illnesses and passing. I was her tower and she was my lighthouse, but even stone becomes weak as it's battered by crashing waves and the relentless sands of time. When you both give until there's nothing left to give, mortar starts to crumble and break away. It takes a skilled hand to shore up the foundation again, much like the friend I hoped I found in Rachel.

My attention to Rachel was pulled away by whispers in my ear... "You look sexy in your costume, B."

Conor could whisper the alphabet and turn me on, but the word "sexy" instantly got my juices flowing. I smiled and reached around to rest my hand on his hip... and only felt skin. Without looking, I moved my hand further down his ass, confirming that it was completely bare. The light was dim, but I could swear my Love had been dressed when I was watching him earlier. The look on my face must have been a dead giveaway when both Conor and Rachel started laughing. I tried to recover by casually looking over my shoulder, but my confusion only grew with the clothes I saw, but couldn't feel... then it registered. The white leggings and cobalt blue tank top with black trim had been painted on. Curiosity got the better of me and I had to know. I looked into my Love's eyes as I reached around and...

Laughter rolled at my surprise once again when my hand met the flesh of Conor's cock. My brain struggled a bit with reconciling how horny it made me and how I actually felt about him running around completely nude. Of course the paint had concealed things from a distance, but a sharp pang of... something I couldn't identify overrode the fact. My face obviously gave me away again as I watched my Love's smile melt.

"Should I put some shorts on, B?"

Unsure exactly what I wanted or didn't want, I did my best to adjust my attitude and force my own smile.

"Um, no, but I'll probably be mixing drinks wrong all night."

My Love responded with a kiss to my neck, then an armored angel of mercy saved me from the moment. Conor's gaze shifted from me to Dimitri, then back and forth between brother and sister. It was my turn to laugh.

"Conor, meet Dimitri, Rachel's brother."

I saw my Love mouth the word, "twins", as he shook Dimitri's hand.

Dimitri grinned. "Yes, but I am the eldest."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "By an entire hour... and apparently that makes him the wisest."

Dimitri winked, then focused on Conor. "Another costume that is no costume? Your physique tells me you are an actual gymnast, am I correct?"

Conor smiled. "Not competitive, but yes."

Rachel looked up at me and raised her eyebrows. "Here we go..."

White teeth flashed and blue eyes glimmered. "Acrobatics has been in my family for generations. In fact, Rachel and I were trained by our grandparents who traveled the world performing. I've yet to meet anyone else versed in such things. Would you consider comparing notes?"

Conor nodded, and it was easy to tell he was intrigued by the idea.

Dimitri looked to me."May I borrow your fiancé kind sir?"

"Sure, just make sure he comes back in one piece."

After a quick kiss on the lips, Gymnast and Acrobat left for the back rooms.

Rachel slid her empty glass to me. "I hope you don't want him back anytime soon. Demi is a walking encyclopedia of Russian acrobatics, and once he gets started..."

I mixed two more cocktails and watched the men walk off together, once again feeling something I didn't quite recognize, and wishing I had a moment with Rose.

Rachel accepted her drink, then tapped her fingernail on the bar at my silence. "Have you set a date for the wedding yet?"

I continued to watch until the two men disappeared from view. "Um, not yet. It's amazing how many logistics go into something like a date."

Nail clicking stopped and Rachel leaned in. "This friendship you spoke of, it works best with honesty, yes?"

I noticed Tom and Sam heading my way and started mixing their go-to cocktails. Rachel had asked me a loaded question, so I answered with the only appropriate answer... though I had a feeling I was being set up.

"Yes, brutal honesty is key."

Sam squealed in excitement as I handed her drink over. "Oh my god, you dressed up... and you're matching! We need pictures, where did Conor go?"

"He's off with Dimitri, but I'm sure he's already taken some photos."

"Oh, well just in case..." Sam pulled her phone out. "Lean in and pretend you're talking, and I'll get a few shots."

With no need to pretend since we were actually having a conversation, I leaned on my elbow, holding my glass with the other hand. Rachel seized the opportunity.

"You should address your insecurities before you tie the knot."

Rachel's comment concerned me, but Sam's comment took center stage.

"Okay, good, now kiss."

I turned to Sam at the odd request.

"Oh, come on, we're all role playing here for crying out loud!"

I was about to emphatically refuse, when Rachel pulled my face to hers and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss lasted for a brief moment... long enough for the photo, and more than long enough to piss me off. Thankfully a few more people came for drinks, giving me time to calm down and think instead of making a scene.

Was Rachel hitting on me again? It didn't seem plausible after her previous confession and request for forgiveness. Was the kiss seen as fulfilling her "role" and part of her job, or was she simply trying to get Sam off our back? With the drinks poured and the crowd dispersing, my time for guessing was up. Whatever her reason for the kiss, I now had to explain things to Conor before he saw the picture... and I wasn't happy about that.

I handed the last two, costumed, guests their drinks, then leaned back on the bar.

"What the hell was that, Rachel?"

"It was what it was, Brandon... a kiss."

"Honestly, I'm not up for games right now. I know it was a kiss, but why did you kiss me?"

"I kissed you because the occasion called for it. There's nothing wrong with a kiss amongst friends, just as there is nothing wrong with wearing only body paint in this place. You're upset because you think Conor will be angry, but you're wrong. You need to lighten up or your insecurities will turn to jealousy and then to possessiveness. If you hold onto Conor too tight, you'll crush him."

"I'm not like the people who stay here, Rachel. I won't judge them, but I don't subscribe to open relationships and free-for-all sex."

"Nor do I, and I offered neither, Brandon. Monogamy is to be respected, but I hardly think friendly gestures or bare skin count as cheating. In Russian culture, men and women often kiss as a greeting. Even here, public nudity is embraced. Just walk down the beach and you will see that I'm right."

I took a few moments to think again before responding.

"I um... I've actually been to a nude beach with Conor before, and we did a lot more than just get naked. I admit that I'm a million times more modest than the guests here, but not usually so..."

"Uptight?"

I nodded. "I don't know what's gotten into me."

Rachel's nail clicked the bartop again before responding. "Was this before or after he forced you out?"

"The nude beach was before he... oh shit!"

Rachel smiled. "It's understandable, Brandon, but don't let your mind play tricks on you. You're relationship is quite safe; I can testify to that."

Once again my mind had started regressing toward the fear Rose had seen in me. Rachel saw the same thing, and my decision to befriend the girl had already been affirmed.

"Thanks for helping me see that, Rachel. Any suggestions on how I can get over these feelings?"

Rachel grinned. "Are the cute pixies still painting bodies?" _______

The brush strokes on my skin felt incredibly good... too good. If it was just one brush, I could have handled it better, but with Rachel joining in to cover some of the larger areas, three brushes wielded by three extremely attractive people couldn't be ignored. I thought about drink recipes, architecture, and even my father and managed to stay in control... until Sun spread my ass cheeks, brushing back and forth over my hole... and Moon made her request...

"Can you get hard for me, hun? It's easier to paint that way."

I must have turned fifty shades of red, but my cock stood proudly and saluted. With the "hard" part over, my thoughts turned to how much fun I could have with Conor and some paint... then I realized my mistake when Moon used two fingers to pull my foreskin back as she took her sweet time painting my sensitive cockhead. I literally bit my tongue, on the verge of covering the young girl's face with cum when Rachel caught on and intervened.

"I think one coat is sufficient, dear."

After spraying me with some kind of drying agent, Sun and Moon went to join the rest of the guests, while Rachel went to find her brother. I set off to take my place behind the bar where I would feel a bit more comfortable with my dick hanging out... or standing up as it happened to be. My new costume looked like a skin tight version of my old costume, with only a bow tie around my neck for real clothing. The duo were excellent artists, but I could tell they enjoyed the teasing as much as the painting. I swallowed some guilt over enjoying the treatment then repressed my nervousness before leaving the hallway.

The atmosphere of the common room had changed drastically during the time it took for me to get painted. Multicolored lights flashed and filled different areas, while exotic music and fog filled the air. With no way around the crowd, I stepped into the throng of people dancing, kissing and groping each other. Just as it was at the nude beach, no one seemed to pay much attention to the fact that I had no clothes on. I, on the other hand, was now acutely aware of all nudity and sex around me... especially Kevin and Josh who were dressed in nothing but horse heads.

The two "studs" were in the center of the room on all fours, sniffing each other's asses with their horse noses. I could tell which was which from their bodies, and knew it was Josh who pawed... or hoofed at Kevin before mounting him. Josh pressed his big cockhead against Kevin's smooth asshole, then snorted as he slid in deep. Keeping to his role, Kevin whinnied and tossed his head up and down. Carl, dressed in a steampunk-ish cowboy outfit, climbed under and wrapped his lips around Kevin's dick.

This was no nude beach. Yes, I had sex with Conor in the cabana, but our passion had been confined to the two of us, despite the few curious onlookers. It was that same day, however, that we allowed John to blow us, and I was beginning to understand what happened. The House was a temptress... a living, breathing, embodiment of sexual desire that permeated flesh until its victims became a helpless, heaping, cum dripping, mass of...

A slap on my backside made me jump, causing Tom to laugh.

"Nice paint job, bro. You gonna join us?"

"Um... thanks, but no. I was just passing through."

"Okay, man, but watch your ass in here."

I had to be honest with myself. The sights and sounds around me were seriously turning me on. It wasn't like I hadn't fantasized about orgies before because I had. The House was trying it's best to lure me in, but my love for Conor had turned the tables. My desire was for one man alone. I jumped again when I felt the tip of a finger flick my dick-slit. I looked up to see Sarah, dressed in some kind of post-apocalyptic wasteland costume... her flaming red hair, now standing in a tall mohawk. Sarah grinned at me from behind a strip of black warpaint as she spun the precum string around her finger, then stuck it in her mouth. I backed away from the horny girl before she could catch the next string of precum already dripping halfway to my knee. Sarah turned to the sound of horse noises, giving me an opportunity to exit stage left.

I decided bartending would have to wait. I needed to find my Love quickly or risk jizzing on the next person who touched my dick without my permission. Suspecting that Conor and Dimitri had gone to the kitchen to talk, I started to turn back in that direction, then froze...

An emergency light near the front entryway sprang to life in the now lightless room. The puny light offered very little illumination, leaving us all in deep darkness. I reached for my phone in a pocket that wasn't there, then remembered I had left it with the rest of my costume. The word "blackout" was mumbled a few times by different people, but the guests had no intention of letting their party be spoiled, instead seeing the dark room as a cue for the grand orgy to start... and I was in deep shit!

I tried to get my bearings, but someone grabbed my arm before I could go anywhere. I broke free and managed to take one step before a hand on my shoulder pulled me into hungry lips. Two steps took me away from the greedy mouth and put my dick right smack into what felt like someone's ass cheeks. I moved to the side and took one more step toward a too-dim emergency light that was my point of reference for the back hallway, then tripped and fell to my hands and knees. Crawling the rest of the way seemed like a good idea... until someone's hand found my ass and I was nearly penetrated by a finger. I pushed the disembodied hand away and stood up, banging my head on something hard in the process... probably an elbow or knee. Before I could recover from the blow, two hands from someone in front of me found my hips. I felt a cock meet mine and backed away, right into a pair of tits behind me, then managed to step to the side, leaving the two for each other. My eyes had finally adjusted enough to see vague shapes, and the gap that was my salvation. I took two steps toward freedom, then was grabbed from behind.

The meaty bicep and forearm around my neck kept me from going any further or from saying anything. Unable to talk, I reacted instinctively, pushing my arm forward then sending my elbow behind me, landing a solid blow on very solid abs. My assailant grunted... then I heard the only voice I wanted to hear whisper in my ear.

"It's me, B. Rachel said you were out he..."

He relaxed his grip and I turned my head to silence his whispering lips with mine. His strong arm wrapped around my chest, then slid down my stomach until fingers grasped the base of my cock behind my balls. I reached around for his cock, but he pressed into me, nearly lifting me off my feet and denying me access...

My heart thumped harder when I understood his intention. I had found myself in a place I didn't belong, and my Love had come to rescue me... not only from the clawing hands that surrounded us, but from the burning fire in my loins. I felt the wetness of my precum as he started jerking me off. Heightened senses took over in the stark darkness... sounds of moans, groans, and slurping mouths enhancing the slow, rhythmic, strokes of my lover's hand. As our tongues continued their dance together, Conor pressed his hips into me. I felt his fingers on my nipple and his thick cock grind between my ass cheeks. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined being in a pitch black room surrounded by people fucking next to me, fucking behind me, fucking to the left and to the right... and fucking directly in front of me. Conor's rhythm increased, then slowed and stopped. My balls ached for release, and I moaned desperately for him to continue. Once again my lover massaged my cock, slowly at first, then faster, and faster. He knew me too well... knew the signs that I was about to cum... my quivering lip, the way my abs shook, the little puffs of air from my nose, or the grunting moans I couldn't stop... and again I was brought to the brink and let back down.

The sounds coming from the couple in front of me weren't helping. I could hear female whimpering, male grunting, and the sloshing sound of a pussy or ass being fucked. I knew the couple was close, and somehow seemed to be getting closer. I didn't realize how close until the female wailed out a high pitched moan. My thoughts of moving out of the way disappeared when someone behind us cried out "I - I'm gonna cum!"

The announcement was contagious. My cock twitched hard and I moaned in Conor's mouth as he massaged silky precum into my sensitive glans. My entire body jerked, my mind went blank, and the room became impossibly darker as he worked directly on my cock head. It started as a pinpoint deep inside by spine, then quickly expanded into my abdomen until forming a hot pool of energy in my balls.

Unintelligible grunts and skin slapping thrusts were followed by squeals from the couple in front of me. My own deep moans reverberated into my Love's mouth, echoed by his moan as he slid his cock up and down my ass crack. In a crescendo of sexual energy that seemed to fill the universe, a stream of cum ejected from my cock, then I felt a hot blast of cum between my ass cheeks. Male and female voices cried out together in increasing volume and my body stiffened for another shot... just as the lights came back on.

Moon looked right at at my firehose cock, taking a direct hit to her upper lip that dripped down into her open mouth. Sun groaned loudly then pulled out and shot a hot blast that flew over Moon's head, hitting my abs and Moon's hair. My body tensed and released another shot onto Moon's face, as a creamy wad from Sun arched up and landed directly on my dick. The sight seemed to drive the young man wild, and with a vitality reserved for the youth, he stood and powered out a shot that hit with an audible splash next to my ear... right in Conor's face. In the throes of his own orgasim, I felt my Love spray a load onto my asshole, and another rope left my cock. The girl who had tried to make me cum before was getting what she wanted whether I liked it or not... and I was too horny to give a fuck. Sun fired off another cum missile that landed on my chest, and I added one more round to the smiling, sticky girl in front of me.

I was still quaking from the orgasmic cum battle when Conor pulled me roughly into the hallway and to his room, quickly closing the door behind us.

"Where's the fire, babe?"

Without a word, Conor rushed into the bathroom and gagged before spitting a gooey wad into the sink.

"Sun's cum?"

Conor nodded and rinsed his mouth with water, pointing to the drawer next to me. I handed my Love his toothbrush, then grabbed the mouthwash and my own toothbrush.

"I'm fairly sure it's not poisonous... is it?" Looking down at my chest and abs, I half expected to see my skin start bubbling up, but all I saw was smudged paint. I brushed my teeth as Conor filled me in.

"I was okay in the dark, but things got weird after the lights came on. Then that little shite looked directly into my eyes and blew his load, and you were cumming all over Moon's face... I just got creeped out."

"You know I didn't have much of a choice where my cum landed, right?"

"I know, B, it's my fault for starting the whole thing. I was going to bring you to my room, but when you kissed me I couldn't stop myself."

I took Conor's hands in mine and smiled.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue, babe. How did you find me in the dark? I could barely see my own hands."

Conor smiled back. "I could see shapes, and you were the only one trying to get away from the sex pile."

"I'm sorry about my reaction when I realized you were only wearing paint."

"Is that why you got painted?"

"Well... sort of. It was Rachel's suggestion to help me get over feeling so insecure."

"Do I make you feel insecure?"

"No, it's... I think we need to define boundaries and talk about comfort zones. I got painted to expand my comfort zone instead of being uncomfortable with yours."

"Did it work?"

"I think so. If anything it helped me understand the effect The House can have on people. I nearly lost my load when Moon was painting my dick."

"Was Sun painting your ass at the same time? They did the same thing to me."

"I'm not sure how, but I don't think they ended up in front of us by accident."

"I don't know either, B, but we were in their territory. It's what they do. Jim should be back soon, and our paint jobs are wrecked. Should we take a shower or would you rather let Moon give you a touch up?"

"I'm going with shower. My comfort zone has been expanded enough for one night." __________

The mix of cum and paint ran off our bodies in the form of dark grey sludge. As Conor washed my back, I watched the ooze slide down the drain like a creature retreating into its lair. It had been another day of learning, of exploring who I really was... exploring who we were together. My mind had wrestled between feeling violated and turned on by the ordeal, but his assuring hands dispelled any remnants of insecurity I had left over. Our relationship was strong, like the fingers that slid up the sides of my spine to my neck, then back down and around to my chest. The events of the day shattered and disappeared altogether when his chin rested on my shoulder, and his soft, sweet, voice became my only world...

"Maybe we should stay in tonight. I'm kind of over all of the commotion out there."

"I'm with you. I can catch up with Jim tomorrow."

"I never want to wake up from this dream, B."

"I don't, either, babe. I don't either." --------------------------------

To be continued...