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Man in the Mirror Chapter 4
We stepped out of the elevator directly into the large expanse of living room of my apartment on the 15th floor of Timpson Enterprises. Royce gasped.
With the exception of a fireplace that broke up the view, three walls of the huge room were glass. The view always astounded me. On one side was the Hollywood Hills with the legendary Hollywood sign way off in a distance. I pointed this out to Royce who was once again speechless.
"On a clear day", I said knowing that doesn't happen very often in LA, "you can see the ocean on this side of the room," I said pointing to the window wall facing southwest. The third view was the city view; places like West Los Angeles and Century City, with its soaring skyscrapers towering over the landscape. It always looked odd to me, these tall buildings in the middle of an otherwise suburban area.
"Off in that direction", I said pointing east, "you can see downtown LA, on a clear day that is", I chuckled.
"I've had this place for about 10 years now, it's in dire need to be updated", I said, giving me a great idea.
"We will have to talk about that later Royce", I said, winking to him.
"Sure Eric, but this is amazing", Royce finally said, "I have never seen anything like this in my life".
"Wait until you see the rest of the place", I said, "the apartment takes up the entire 15th floor".
I showed him the three guest bedrooms, each of which had one wall of glass. The next room was the fully equipped gym, with everything from a treadmill to a universal weight machine. It also had a steam room, a sauna, and a Jacuzzi. Again, one wall was glass, but another wall was all mirrors.
"How do you get a bloody workout done in this room?" he said jokingly, "the view is too breathtaking to do anything but stare out the window."
"Well see that building over there", I said pointing to a tall building just a few blocks away, "that's an apartment building and someday, I will have to tell you about the guy on the top floor corner apartment", I said smiling.
"I can't wait to hear that one", Royce said laughing, "This place is truly amazing."
"Wait you haven't seen anything yet", I said, "grabbing him by the hand and taking him toward the corner of the apartment to my bedroom.
We walked hand in hand into the immense master suite. Two walls of windows meeting at the corner, dominated the room. The large king size bed overshadowed the one blank wall.
"Marvelous", is all Royce could say.
I took him into my arms and kissed him gently on the lips. "Do you like the apartment?" I asked knowing what the answer would be.
"Yes the flat is fantastic, I love it," he replied.
I looked longingly into his blue eyes and passion overtook me. "I want to make love to you now", I said.
We kissed again tenderly, our tongues fighting for dominance inside our mouths. Our lips were still touching, when Royce unbuckled my jeans. I let them fall to the floor. My cock already fully engorged sprang up and poked Royce in the stomach. He unbuttoned my shirt, slowing and deliberately, one button, then the next, then next, our eyes never straying from each other.
"You have the most remarkable green eyes", he said to me still unbuttoning my shirt, "if you look at them just right you can see specks of gold".
Having finished unbuttoning my shirt, he put his hand on my bare chest and moved them up to my shoulders letting the shirt fall to the floor. He turned my back toward the bed and laid me down. He stood before me fully clothed, my aching cock pointing straight to the ceiling and dripping precum. Slowly he started to do a dance in front of me, humming what I think was the song The Stripper. He unbuttoned the two top buttons of his polo shirt, and then in one swoop he pulled the shirt off, exposing his magnificent torso, his nipples already hard from anticipation. He twirled his shirt over his head and let it fly toward me, hitting me in the face. I held the shirt to my nose and took a deep breath, drinking in all the odors from his body.
While gyrating his pelvis I could see through his khaki's that he had a hard on and by the stain it was leaving I knew he wasn't wearing underwear.
He started to rub his hard, hairy pecs, pinch his nipples with his left hand, and rub his eight-pack stomach with his right. His left hand stopped the pinching and moved to his mouth. He took his middle finger and started to suck it as he would suck my dick, as if he was showing me things to come. His right hand moved down his eight-pack, past his belt and right to his hard cock that was straining at the pants that was holding it prisoner. He grabbed his cock through his pants; I could see it was at full mast. My dick was still pointing up and dripping precum and I had not yet touched it. I was fully enjoying the strip show he was putting on for me.
Royce, while still gyrating his pelvis, undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, his nine-inch dick, sprang from its prison. What a site this was. Possibly the most gorgeous man on this earth was standing over me naked with a raging hard cock. Over his shoulders was the city of Los Angeles starting to light up as the sun was giving way to the night. I almost lost control, but I held on. I figured this was only the start of things. The anticipation was almost too much.
He stood before my naked body as I lay flat on my back and my cock was still hard as ever. Royce continued to gyrate his nine-incher waving it back and forth. He came closer, leaned over, and put his hands on my thighs dragging them up to my muscled stomach, his piercing blue eyes never taking its gaze from my face.
As he slid closer to me barely hovering over my body, my precum soaked shaft left a trail starting in the valley between his solid pecs and down over his stomach. Our lips and our dicks met at the same time. I put my arms around him, which caused him to loose his balance, then feeling his full weight on top of me. We kissed with more passion that I knew I was capable of, our tongues feverishly twirled around inside our mouths. He unlocked our lips and moved his attention to my neck. He sucked on it as I did to him earlier, trying to leave his mark. We belonged to each other now, I was his, and he was mine. He let go of my neck with a pop and moved slowly down to my nipples. He didn't waste much time on them. He just took his tongue and circled each hard nub. He continued his trek down past my abs directly to his target.
In one gulp, he consumed my steel hard pole. The feeling sent electric waves through my entire body. Up and down he assaulted my shaft with his mouth, all the while doing that thing he does with his tongue, licking the shaft in the opposite direction that he is sucking, I don't know how he does it.
"Oh Shit Royce, Oh God, you are... that feels so... oh God!" was the passion induced gibberish that came from my mouth. He released my cock from his mouth and turned his attention to my ample ball sack. He ran his tongue around the outside of my hairy scrotum, wetting it with his sweet saliva. He took my left nut in his mouth and pulled on it with his lips as hard as he could.
"Ahhhh" I yelled but not entirely in pain, but along that line where pain and pleasure are indistinguishable. All I knew was, I wanted more. He let my left ball fall from his mouth and consumed the right one. He did the same pulling effect with his lips. In a flash, both nuts were in his mouth and he was pulling on them harder than when he had just one. I yelled out again, my balls sliding from his jaws.
"Sorry love didn't mean to hurt you".
"Oh God don't stop, you're not hurting me", I said trying to breath. My cock was throbbing, precum pouring thru my cum slit almost in a steady stream. He licked the Jizz from my shaft and devoured my cock again. He looked up, my aching hard on still in his mouth. The site of my dick in his mouth and his crystal blue eyes starring at me sent my heart flying. He pumped my dick in and out of his mouth without taking his eyes from my gaze.
"I love how you hold my dick in your mouth while looking at me, it's so beautiful," I said longingly and breathlessly.
He released my dick, came directly to my lips, and kissed me once again.
"I love you Eric, with all my being. I want you inside me, fuck me, Eric, fuck me," he pleaded.
We kissed again. I put my arms around him and twisted him around so I would be on top of him. I rose up on my hands, the rest of my body firmly planted on his. While staring into his eyes I said, "I want you Royce, I want to be inside you, I love you so much". I lowered my mouth onto his and held it there tasting his tongue.
I got up on my knees between his legs. I leaned over to the table at the side of the bed and pulled out a tube of KY. I looked down at him; his brilliant blue eyes seemed to stare deep into my soul. I couldn't resist and leaned over and kissed him firmly on his lips again. I got back up on my knees, and lifted his legs to my shoulders exposing this waiting hole. I rubbed my dripping cock around this rosebud depositing my precum around the outside of his pucker. This sent a shiver thru Royce's body.
"I want you", he moaned again, gripping his hand tightly on the bed sheets, knowing he was in for a hell of a ride.
I flipped open the KY and squeezed a glob onto my finger. I slowly inserted it into his rectum. As I did Royce's hard cock squirted more precum that dripped onto his hard abdomen.
My finger went in and out several times. I waited for his sphincter to relax around it. It wasn't long; I removed it and put on more lube but this time on two fingers. I put both fingers in his asshole turning it back and forth, as I entered, to relax his tense muscle. I waited again for the sphincter to release my fingers, before I removed them. I did the same thing with three fingers. When I knew he was relaxed enough to take my full eight and a half inches, I removed my three fingers, put a large blob of KY on the head of my throbbing manhood. I positioned my cock at the front of his hole and slowly entered. He stirred, bit his lip, I waited a second or two then pushed in some more until my mushroom head we fully inside him and his sphincter firmly planted around it, I wanted to cum then and there, but was able to control it. This time there was a smile of sheer pleasure on his face. I moved my cock slightly out then pushed in until I was about half way in. I stopped.
"You ok kiddo?" I asked, the sweat dripping from my face and mixed with the sweat on his chest.
"Oh bloody hell yes, love" was his reply, his face was beaming with delight.
I pulled my dick out a little and then thrust my rod full inside him until my balls slapped up against his ass.
"I'm all the way in my sweet," I said lovingly.
"I know, now fuck me Eric, fuck me. I want to feel you," he said franticly.
I did as I was told. First I slowly removed my cock until just the head was inside then I pushed all the way in all at once. He gasped. "Too rough", I said to myself. I pulled out then thrust back in, this time the gasp was from the pleasure.
"Fuck me Eric", Royce screamed at the top of his lungs.
I pulled my cock out then rammed it in as hard as I could. I did it again; over and over, I fucked his ass harder and harder.
"Yeah Eric, fuck me", he screamed out again, my sweat pouring from my face like a faucet onto his mouth and chest. His cock swayed back and forth spilling his precum from one side to the other. I let his legs drop from my shoulders and they lay wide open to me. I leaned into him, my hips trusting feverishly into his sore ass. I kissed him hard and fast licking the salty sweat from his lips.
The rubbing of his cock between our bodies was too much for him to control. I could tell he was about to shoot his load. I got back up on my hands thrusting harder and harder, I knew I was close too.
"I can't control it love, I'm going to cum", Royce cried. The first shot of jizz blasted from his cum ached balls and hit him in the forehead, then another wave shot out over his chest then another and another. This sent me over the top and I could feel my balls tighten as my prick juice shot into my lover's ass, more and more jizz plowed into him, there was no way his ass could hold that much cum, but I couldn't stop the flow, I wouldn't want to.
"AHHHHHHHHH" I yelled out.
He laid there looking up at me. His cock was now just dripping the last of his cum down his shaft and into his pubes. I still gave it one more thrust and collapsed onto Royce's cum drenched body. I didn't care. I gave the fuck of my life to the man I love and I reveled in his man juice on my body.
I lay on top of Royce, neither one of us able to say anything until we could catch our breath. My dick still half hard, lay inside my lover's hole. I looked over at the large mirrored closet doors and there he stood.
The Man in the Mirror said, "You and he do love each other Eric, I know now that he is the one".
"Yes, he is the one", I said to the Man in the Mirror, but silently.
My cock now soft slipped from Royce's battered rosebud. Our bodies, a mixture of cum and sweat, stayed entwined.
"I love you Eric", Royce managed to say, still trying to breathe normal.
"Marry me Royce", I said, "be my life partner, I want us to commit to each other. Move to LA and be with me forever, please say you will, please!"
I surprised myself for saying that, but I knew it was right, I knew he was the one.
"I will, oh yes I will Eric. I do love you", he cried.
We kissed; I rolled off of him exhausted. I pulled him close to me. This felt as it is supposed to be, this felt good, having him in my arms like this. "This is what love really is like," I said to myself.
After a few minutes of holding each other, I realized the time and what we had to do tonite yet, I said trying to keep my eyes open, "We should take a shower then go to the market for tomorrow's dinner party".
"Yes we should", he replied in a barely audible voice. We drifted off to sleep holding each other in our arms.
A couple hours or so went by, when I first opened my eyes. I was still holding Royce in my arms. The room was in total darkness except for the lights from the city casting its shadow on the walls. I felt Royce stir.
"What time is it love", Royce said half asleep, "are the stores going to be closed".
"Don't worry the stores are open 24 hours", I said yawning. I stirred a bit trying to remember where the clock was.
"Bollocks", Royce laughed, "we're stuck together".
Indeed we were. The cum had acted as paste and dried our bodies together. I snapped us apart quickly.
"Bloody hell that hurts", Royce yelled, "I think we took off some hair".
We both laughed. I reached over to the light on the side of the bed and turned it on. The clock next to the bed said 8:30 PM.
"We better get that shower and head out of here," I said as I kissed Royce's neck.
"I notice that the mark I put on you is getting darker". I laughed as I saw the hicky at least 2 inches around, starting to form on his neck.
"Wait until the one I put on you starts to form, love", he chuckled as if to say, "Revenge is sweet".
We got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. The dried cum on our bodies looked like crystals glowing in the light of the room.
We stepped into the bathroom.
"Holy Bloody Hell", exclaimed Royce "I've seen locker rooms smaller that this".
This was the first time Royce had seen the master bathroom. We got side tracked before I could finish my tour. I smiled to myself.
One wall of the bathroom was glass, which included one wall in the shower stall. I figured who would see me up there and if they did, well who cares. I am a bit of an exhibitionist anyway.
The shower stall was twice the size of the one at the townhouse. Besides the one glass window wall that over looked the city, there were two full glass walls with tiled seats, each with the Kohler Showerhaven system. Each Showerhaven has seven adjustable showerheads, including one that is hand held. The fourth wall was just a partial glass wall with an opening and no door.
We walked into the stall and turned on all 14-shower heads. We let the warm water completely consume out bodies. We embraced, standing in the middle of a storm coming from the showerheads. In the background was the vision of the cityscape, but we only had eye for each other.
I took Royce's face into my hands and kissed him gently on the lips. I reached for the shower gel, poured some on the sponge, and began to wash my lover's chest, stomach and shoulders, cleaning the dried cum as best I can. I reached down and gently washed his hooded penis. I pulled back the foreskin, and washed his cock head. I drew him closer to me and scrubbed his back down to his ass. I turned him around and gently opened the crack in his butt and cleaned my cum from his very red and sensitive hole. He jumped at first then groaned with pleasure. I turned and faced him again. His rigid cock was staring directly at mine. I got on my knees, put it in my mouth, and pumped him until I could feel his balls tighten and his jizz come pouring down my throat. I held his dick in my mouth until it went soft. I got on my feet and kissed him, depositing some of his cum into his mouth.
We turned off the water, dried our bodies, walked back to the bedroom and got dressed.
The Man in the Mirror was standing there above the reflection over the dresser.
"I feel content and happy for the first time in a long time", I said to him in my mind, "Royce brought that into my life again. I didn't think that would ever happen to me, but here I am and here he is."
"Yes, Eric, I can see the transformation in you. It is good, for the first time in a long time you are doing something good for yourself", he said in my thoughts.
I had drifted off thinking about the past few days, when Royce said, "You ok Eric, you got silent all of a sudden".
"No I am fine, perfect in fact", I took Royce into my arms and kissed him, "but we have to get to that market and get groceries, now don't we".
"Have you decided what you are going to cook for Chandler and Tony tomorrow night?" he asked as he sat down to put on his shoes.
"I was thinking of doing my Herb Crusted Rack of Lamb with a Port Demi-Glace", I said, "maybe some roasted spring potatoes and grilled asparagus. Something simple and easy, Oh and a salad with a balsamic vinaigrette".
"Easy?", Royce said with a questioning tone.
"Oh it's really simple to prepare, it sounds more complicated than it really is. I want to be able to spend time and get to know your friends."
"Well if you say so dear, but it sure sounds delicious, I can't wait to taste it all".
"I think I may buy a dessert. I won't have time to bake anything".
"Well if that's how you are going to be then maybe we should call this off", Royce said jokingly, trying not to laugh. "Whatever you do dear, I am sure it will be something special and we will all love it". We put our arms around each other and kissed. Royce gently bit my bottom lip.
"Hey lets not start that again or we will never get out of here", I said breaking our embrace. I turned Royce around and pushed him by the shoulders, in front of me out the bedroom door toward the private elevator that would take us to the parking garage.
I pressed the button and the doors opened immediately. I turned off the apartment lights and we stepped in. The doors closed behind us. I took my key and inserted it next to the number 15 on the key pad and the door locked.
"Shall I press the button to the car park?" Royce said.
"Yes press the 'G' for the car park," I said mocking his British, term for the parking garage. He snickered at me and pressed the button. The elevator car began moving down. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
The elevator got to its destination and the doors opened. We stepped out of the elevator and into the poorly lit and dank parking garage. Except for one or two cars, it was deserted. For some reason a chill ran up the back of my neck. Royce seemed to feel it too.
"I'm feeling a bit nervy down here", he said, "Quick lets find the car and get the hell out of here".
"There it is", I said, it was not far from the elevator.
Without warning, out of the shadows a man stepped in front of us. We jumped back with a start. Then another man came from behind, then another and another and another. We were surrounded.
"Well, look what we have here, what a surprise", the first man said. "Give me your wallet, you fucking faggots".
My stomach started to turn, "My God please help us", I pleaded to myself.
To Be Continued