Meeting Bryce

Meeting Bryce III

I had heard that you should spend a vacation with the person you hoped to live with before making that decision. I understand that 24 hours a day 7 days a week is definitely different than three or four days out of a week. It was easy for me to pretend to always be in a good mood when Bryce would join me for the weekend even if I had problems that affected my mood the rest of the week. Possibly it was the same for him, we were going to find out more about each other being together all day long for fourteen days than we would spending a weekend in my condo.

"Bryce, this I as far west as I have ever been. If we're going to spend two weeks traveling across the country do you think we can visit some National Parks or would you prefer to visit cities?" We had managed to arrange for two weeks that coincided, I would have preferred that we drive cross country in the summer but Bryce wanted to get started soon after he had asked me to go.

Houston had cooled, we had opted to spend our time inside rather than out on the balcony without our clothes, we were sitting by the Ben Franklin I had installed the first year I had the condo. The extra high ceilings in the condo made it hard to keep warm in the winter but sitting close to the Ben Franklin was usually enough unless it had started freezing outside. By that time we had been together for eight weeks. I had never had a relationship so I didn't know how long it might take to understand or cement the feelings I had.

"What do you think about going out to dinner tomorrow where 'Charlie' works? We could have him come here, again."

"Bryce, I don't know if he will be willing. I talked to him on Wednesday, he has started dating someone that he hopes will be a constant in his life. I had to tell him I was happy for him although I had called to invite him over that night."

"Did you call so you could fuck him without me being around?" Bryce teased my cock and grabbed my butt when he asked the question.

"The truth? I called 'Charlie' because I needed sex and I remembered how good his asshole had felt. I didn't think about you at all." I did want to give into having sex without Bryce being there but I didn't think it was right to tell him that. I had ended up masturbating while talking to him on the phone, I hadn't expected it but he talked me through a blow job while on the phone.

"Are we still going on a vacation?"

"Bryce, your father called me into his office Friday. I'm no longer working for Mrs. Forbes, I will be replacing your Father's executive assistant as of Monday morning. There is no way I can take time off for the next six months or more. Had he heard about our vacation? Is that why he made sure to tell me I won't be allowed to take one for six months?"

"He knew I was getting ready to take time off. I don't know if he knew I wanted you to come along. We had talked about you working for Mrs. Forbes and how well you had done while she was out of the country. Aunt Heidi had put in a good word for you, too."

"I didn't know Heidi is your Aunt. Why wasn't I ever told?"

"She doesn't like people treating her like she is one of the owner's family. You have told me that you communicate by ESP with people, why weren't you able to pick up on that info on your own?" It wasn't something he did often but he tried tickling me under the arms, when I didn't laugh he moved around so he was able to lick my armpit. Why we have, I don't know, but we both enjoy lickingthe other's armpits and having our licked.

"She never thinks about family while at work. I've been able to catch some of what she thinks, mostly what she thinks while making calls that don't leave our debtors any question but that they need to pay a bill on that day. Have you ever been around when she does that? Companies that have been more than 90 days in arrears have CASH delivered to the office within hours after she calls them. It is an amazing talent." She was able to get some of the largest companies in Houston to pay their bills that way, companies that are worth billions.

"I've heard stories about her doing that but I haven't been around to experience it." Bryce and I had spoken about ESP on different occasions but he really wasn't a believer. I had attempted giving him shows to no avail. He was one of the people that I knew that could transmit thoughts but not receive them. I was catching more of his thoughts the longer we were together, as long as he was close to me, not in West Texas.

Bryce wasn't able to 'hear' anything I tried sending him. I had tried to let him know about the promotion after the first time we had sex when he showed up that weekend but he hadn't 'heard' me. I was 'hearing' how much he liked his Aunt Heidi, she was his mother's sister. Heidi would be around his parent's house quite a lot as he was growing up, if his parent's took a vacation while he was supposed to be in school she would stay with him at their house.

"How much can Aunt Heidi read minds?"

"Quite a lot more than anyone else I know. You were trying to explain gaydar to me when we went to the Marriott, she can listen to someone's mind and in minutes tell you their sexual orientation. She was the first one to congratulate me on being with you. That was back before either of us said anything that would have been understood to be about emotions."

"When I was in my freshman and sophomore years at college she would insist on me taking my boyfriends to the house. The following day she would tell me about them and whether they were a good match for me.

"I miss having her around. I wish Dad would allow her to move out to West Texas with me. She has told me that she would go if he would say yes but I think he needs her to keep making those phone calls to debtors that you mentioned."

"Was she able to tell if someone was willing to go to bed with you?"

"Not all the time, but there were guys she was able to 'read' easily enough to tell me if I was going to end up in bed with them. It sort of reduced the pleasure, often having sex with a new guy is about the hunt and seduction so knowing ahead of time ruins that."

"Did you stop asking or did she stop telling you?"

"A little of both. Even though she still wanted me to bring dates around to the house I stopped inquiring as to what she learned and unless she really thought it wasn't going to work she stopped telling me what they wanted. It had begun to be awkward having an Aunt tell me that a date wanted me to eat his ass."

"Bryce, what do other guys want that you aren't willing to do?" I knew it was a really personal question but I didn't want to ask him for something that he definitely thought was repulsive.

"Kiff, I'm not into spit, shit or getting beaten."

"No shit, but piss is okay?"

"Piss can be fun and tasty. You seemed to enjoy it last weekend in the shower From everything I've learned over the last couple years it seems that piss is as safe as cum if not more so. Sure you could get Hepatitis but you can get that from sex, too."

"Are you telling me that you would like to drink my piss? Should I drink a few extra bottles of beer, get my bladder really full for you?"

"Maybe the first time you are going to try feeding me piss or giving me a shower that would be a good idea. A lot of guys have trouble that first time, especially pissing directly into their partner's mouth. Are you at all piss shy?" He was looking intensely into my eyes while waiting for an answer to THE question.

"I am piss shy around strangers. I haven't had trouble pissing in the commode while you are in the bathroom with me but I don't know how easily I'll be able to piss on you or into your mouth. Maybe you would like me to give you a glassful, instead?"

"Kiff, I'm willing to drink your piss from a glass but I would prefer that you piss directly into my mouth and down my throat. I enjoy taking piss from a cock, it isn't just that I enjoy drinking piss, drinking it from your lover's cock is incredibly intimate. After a while I hope that we get to where you will piss on and in my ass. The heat on your asshole is a treat that can't be matched."

"Isn't that like getting an enema?"

"Somewhat. It is extremely hot coming out. I've been known to shoot a load of cum while expelling piss from my ass." Bryce had gotten hard enough talking about piss that his cock was popping through the waistband of his underwear. I hadn't gotten a full erection but I was getting thirsty and wondered how we would get started giving each other our piss.

"Bryce, enough sex talk. You said we were going to go shopping tomorrow. I really don't have any decisions made about the style I would like for anything we could hang on the walls. I have ruled out any Oriental art work, I really don't like most of it. I also don't think I would like to live with any old west paintings, either."

"That leaves a lot of art to choose from, Kiff. We could go to an antique art shoppe or browse the art district for more modern work." I had heard about the art district a couple times in the four years I lived here but had never visited it. The chance to go there with Bryce sounded good, we could walk to it from my Condo.

We spent the remainder of the evening in each other's arms. There were moments when I wanted to have sex with him but I was happy enough having him hold me. It was one of the first evenings that I was willing to sit between his legs and watch movies on the television without trying to sit on his cock. The second movie of the evening was done and credits were rolling when Bryce picked me up and carried me to my bed, I had carried him but hadn't thought he would be strong enough to carry me. As soon as I stopped bouncing he crawled between my legs and picked them up enough that he was able to get his tongue onto my asshole.

"Don't stop." It was the first time he was licking my ass in a couple weeks and I didn't want him to ever stop.

Bryce ignored my demand. He found the lube on the bed table and greased up his cock. My asshole was wet enough from his tongue that it didn't need him to add any grease before he pushed the tip of his cock in and pulled me down on his throbbing shaft. He was most of the way in when he bent over me and pushed the tongue that had been in my asshole into my mouth. I was glad he was fucking me and met his kiss with my own tongue. We slowly moved from fucking to actually making love, we had both learned the difference and gave into the other when possible.

"Get your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist." He helped me with my legs and arms, as soon as he was confident I was holding him tight he stood up and carried me to the bathroom. I didn't know what to expect from him, I thought we might be headed to the shower. It really didn't matter to me, I was squeezing at his cock the best I could in that position. I love having Bryce's cock in my asshole and no matter how he wants to please himself I try to reciprocate.

"Now, stop moving, Kiff." Normally Bryce enjoys me using my ass muscles on his cock so it was surprising for him to ask me to stop. I sank down until his cock disappeared and my butt touched his legs.

At first I thought he was splattering my ass with a larger than normal load of cum but he kept going and I realize that he was not cumming in me, he was filling my ass with piss. Although we had talked about it I had never given him permission to fill me. As his piss filled me he rubbed at my stomach to give him more room to fill. I wanted to pull off his cock but the position we were in didn't allow me to move away from him.

"Kiff, I wish you had said that you wanted to drink my piss, pissing in your ass is not as good as that or as good as showering you would be. Are you ready to get on your knees so I can finish pissing on your head and chest?" He hadn't asked permission the first time he pissed on me and I had reacted by cumming, as he filled me I was getting closer to cumming, the thought of him doing what he was saying took me over that edge and my cum covered my chest.

Bryce pulled away, licked at my chest a couple times and then helped me to my knees. As soon as he was standing straight up again he continued pissing, this time where he had asked permission but not received it. I loved everything about it, the heat, the smell and the taste I got as the piss ran down my face and into my mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn't hold what was in my ass long enough to enjoy all of his piss in the shower, I rushed to the commode where I learned exactly what he had meant when he had said it comes out hot. Bryce finished pissing while I was sitting on the commode, I hadn't expected him to wash my face like that or then but I knew that I would never back away from allowing him to do it again.

When I finished showering and drying off Bryce had fallen asleep. I had been using an extra blanket for the past week, unlike most of the times we slept together he was burrowed under the blankets not laying on top with his ass exposed to me. I crawled in next to him, walking from the bathroom to the bed I had gotten cold, he shivered as my body lay up against his. When I threw an arm over him he pushed back with his butt, I had already unloaded three times so getting stiff enough for him to be able to get my cock in his ass didn't happen right then. I saw some light outside the next time I realized what Bryce was trying to do, I pushed forward to help and popped through his ass lips, sinking in at least half way. Bryce rolled over so that he was sitting on me before he started to ride my cock, he didn't need anything from me, I would have preferred him to face me while riding my cock but I was able to feel up and down his body to find and play with his nipples without my eyes.

Cheesy eggs, chili and English muffins with Cajun coffee started our day.

I am not a shopper. When Bryce pulled the car into the underground parking at the Galleria I didn't have any idea which way to go. He lead me to a set of stairs that exited by Lord and Taylors. He didn't spend any time in there, he told me he wanted to go to Nieman Marcus, first. Fool that I am I said I didn't think they carried items that we could put on the walls of my condo.

"It is only three weeks until Thanksgiving. My Mother has a special dinner every year for Thanksgiving and expects her sons to show up in new suits and ties. You have been invited to join us this year, we're headed to the men's department to look for two suits." I wasn't prepared to spend the kind of money you need to in Nieman Marcus for another suit although working directly with Bryce's Father I needed to wear a suit to work everyday. Bryce had left two of his suits at my Condo, that added variety to my wardrobe. I had been saving enough up to buy another suit, but not there: I figured it would cost me all I had been saving for Christmas presents and what I had been saving for the next suit I would buy.

We didn't find anything that impressed Bryce enough to even try on. As much as I knew he enjoyed playing around in changing rooms that shocked me. He had seen one that he thought would fit me for the dinner and work but said to wait, there might be something more appropriate in another store in the Galleria. We had walked through the mall the day we had shopped at Nordstrom. I remembered that there were some high priced designer stores and a couple other places that Bryce had pointed out as possible shops to find slacks to match the sweaters we bought.

He is definitely more of a clothes horse than I am, surprising since he is also more of a nudist than I am. I might have ten pairs of shoes total, including house shoes. Bryce had not worn the same shoes to my place more than twice, he had started to leave some of his shoes along with his suits and other clothes. With all the shoes in my place I wondered how he still had shoes at his parent's place and in West Texas to wear, I often wished his shoes weren't two sizes larger than mine, I would have liked to wear some of them.

I left him to go on his way to find a suit, I went downstairs to watch the few people that were ice skating. Bryce had admitted that he didn't know how to ice skate the day we watched the ice skating rink being constructed in Discovery Green. I had skated since I was in the first grade, my parents had given me a double bladed pair of skates when I about four, I graduated to a single hockey blade the first year I was in school. I had never moved over to figure skates but I was fairly good on one blade and had promised to teach Bryce how to skate.

The ice rink at the Galleria is a good place to watch young skaters that are learning how to figure skate, both male and female. They can do a lot of maneuvers that I am not able to do, I have never tried to do any of the jumps, single, double, triple. I prefer to stay on my feet, one blade between me and the ice is scary enough. I had never done any racing but if I was to do anything on the ice that is what I would try, I am fairly fast; if running can translate to the ice I should be good. I had played hockey over the years in college and knew I was as fast as most players.

I was sitting at the end of the rink drinking a medium size cup of coffee when Bryce surprised me from behind. He went to get us both more coffee. I'm not happy about it but I am starting to drink coffee all day long on the weekends. I had been a heavy coffee drinker while in college and had almost stopped while working for Mrs. Forbes. Bryce had been a bad influence, we drank a couple pots of coffee both Saturday and Sunday when he was with me.

"After we're done with these let's go upstairs. I found a couple suits that I think I may want to buy." That was the first indication he gave that he was buying me a suit. I tried to talk him out of it but he insisted that he should since it was only because of his Mother that I needed another suit. I didn't argue too much, other than to try to get him to understand I needed the suit for work, too. It is evident in the way he dresses that he had much more money than I do. He had told me that his parents still gave him a clothing allowance even though he had been way from home for eight years. He tried explaining that his Mother didn't want to see him at an event in less than perfect attire so his Father agreed to covering a credit card he used to buy clothing. Having grown up in a fairly poor family that idea was totally strange to me, the last time my parents had bought me any clothing was before I found my first job in High School.

At the top of the stairs Bryce greeted a stout Hispanic man, probably two years older than us. . We walked with him across an empty space to an opening that lead to the men's room. Once we were away from the main aisle of that area Bryce took my hand. I didn't know what was happening but it didn't take long for us to enter the men's room which was empty. Once we were past the blocked off sinks the man turned towards us and unzipped his pants. Bryce pulled me to the floor with him, the man dropped his pants and showed us the longest cock I have ever seen.

He was completely shaved, that made his cock look even longer than it would have appeared otherwise. Bryce took it in one hand and raised the hands we were still holding so that we could both feel the cock swelling and stretching. He told me that it was time for me to suck a cock other than his, he bent over and licked the growing shaft from the hairless balls to the tip. I didn't really want to suck the man's cock but I followed Bryce's lead and we bathed the twelve inches with our saliva, after the entire shaft was wet Bryce took the head in his mouth and then moved it my direction rubbing the head on my lips until I opened up and followed his lead. He must have forgotten that I had sucked 'Charlie's' cock the night he went to my condo.

After a few minutes of sucking him, the man told Bryce that he wanted to fuck me. I was scared to allow him to do that but Bryce wanted me to give it a try. He pulled my pants down and loosened up my asshole with his fingers. Before Bryce had the third finger in my ass my fear had disappeared and I was hoping Bryce had some lube with him. He didn't, but he took a handful of liquid soap from the sink and pushed it into my ass before telling me to lean over the divider. The stranger was anxious to get in me and didn't take any time doing it, I felt the first four or five inches ramming into me the first push. After that he worked my ass hard, giving me more and more of the twelve inches until I could feel his legs bouncing on my butt.

The man fucked harder and harder the longer I was bent over the sink. Bryce wedged himself under me and sucked my cock driving me to orgasm. I hadn't wanted the strange cum to splash in me for fear of diseases but seconds after I shot a load in Bryce's mouth the man shot a huge load in my ass, it felt like it was as much as Bryce had pissed in me that morning. He washed off his cock and pulled up his pants as I walked to a commode, Bryce followed me. While I tried to void the load Bryce face fucked me and gave me another load.

I didn't speak to Bryce until we had been leaning over the railing watching the ice skaters from above for ten minutes or more. Bryce had tried to hold my hand a couple times, seemingly unconcerned about the hundreds of shoppers walking past us. I suppose it would have been fine, I did not see anyone I recognized. No one addressed Bryce so I assumed he was in the same shape as I was.

"Bryce, what was that supposed to be?"

"I've known Geraldo since I was in third grade. About the time he started ninth grade we started playing with each other. When we graduated from High School he said he wouldn't be having sex with guys anymore, six months later he was engaged to Isabella, another of his classmates. We run into each other once or twice a year, always right here. He may not be playing with any other guy but he is certainly always ready to fuck with me and to get fucked.

"I had met him before I joined you downstairs and invited him to join the two of us in the rest-room. When he heard I had a lover that was safe he agreed to spreading his sperm further, as long as I don't tell Isabella."

"What if someone you or I know walked in while we were having sex?"

"You say you don't know that many people in town although you have been here four years."

"There are the other people at work and then ten or fifteen guys that I see when I practice Wushu, it is not that I am friends with any of them but I know them at least enough to say hello. What would they have thought if they had waked in when Geraldo was ramming his huge dick in my butt? Or when you were face fucking me in the stall?"

"The guys you practice Kung Fu with would think you were the one to defeat. Your fellow employees? They all know about me so I doubt they would think too much about it. Why don't you practice your martial arts on the weekends?" Bryce had turned so he was looking directly at me not at the ice skating rink.

"The dojo is downtown so there is not much activity on the weekend. Before you and I started fucking I went to it every Saturday. Master Chen has been trying to talk me into joining a group he started that meets on Discovery Green Sunday afternoon. I haven't told him but I would rather spend the day with you than practicing with swords."

"Those swords on the wall by your front door are for use, not decoration?"

"I use the one that hangs lower, the other one cost too much to bang it up in practice. It is Damascus steel and should hold up to being hit by another blade, still I'd rather keep it in pristine condition, it cost me almost two thousand dollars."

"How often do you practice with the swords?"

"Usually we have one night a week that we use the swords. Adding Sunday makes a lot of sense for most of us."

"Would it make sense for you?" H had pushed against me so that his 'sword' was evident.

"If I thought I would ever be in a situation that would require me to be proficient with the sword it would but I don't expect to ever run into anyone invading my house with a sword. Houston is much more populated with guns. Taking a sword to a gun fight would be stupid, it is not like you see in Chinese martial arts movies, deflecting a bullet is almost impossible."

"But you learned the rest of the Kung Fu to defend yourself against someone invading your home or attacking your person? Do you think you would have time to defend against a gun?" I had heard this criticism from friends since the day I started learning Kung Fu. Surprising me from behind still causes me to go into Kung Fu moves, I have trouble remembering not to use the moves against anyone. I have hurt people over the years, all the teachers I had stressed that Kung Fu was for defense against other martial artists not civilians. Before I came to Texas I had to register my hands as weapons, I haven't checked out the laws here although I should, I wouldn't want to hurt someone and be accused of using deadly weapons.

"Bryce, you don't know how quick I am. Two weeks from tomorrow there is an exhibition of Wushu at the George R. Brown. There is still time for me to register. If you want to spend an afternoon watching me 'fake' fighting I will."

"Do you want to?" He sounded eager to have me show off for him.

"I would really like to take the good sword out and see how good I am against guys that aren't in the same dojo as I am. It has been five years since I have been up against a complete stranger." I had watched the guys fight where I practice before joining the sword play.

"It would be something different for us to do. How good are you?" He reached in front of me and stroked my cock.

"That's not the sword I'll be using. I'm not Olympics' demonstration good, but I am good enough that I could go to some of the national tournaments if I wanted." I had only ever gone to one, it was before I moved to Texas. I had placed fairly high among contestants but not high enough to get national recognition, training with Master Chen should have made a difference. Talking to Bryce about fighting I wasn't paying attention to people around us, I was shocked when a man stepped in behind me and rubbed his huge dick against my butt.

"It was nice that you were able to take me the first time I tried fucking you." Geraldo held his body against mine from the rear, that dick rubbing up and down against my butt was making me ready to drop my pants and give it entrance again.

"Stop it, Geraldo. He is mine. I shared him with you once but that is it."

"Don't be that way, Bryce. I haven't had a regular butt to fuck since we left High School. You do live around here don't you, Kiff?" I didn't remember telling him my name but I supposed that Bryce could have before he went downstairs to find me. Bryce pulled me towards him by my belt. Geraldo didn't let him pull me away, he pressed against my butt until I was sandwiched between them. I was ready to pull away when a group of three Hispanic guys walked by and called us maricons.

"Pendejos!" Geraldo turned towards the guys leaving Bryce and I behind.

I was going to follow him but Bryce held me tight. "Stay out of it. If Geraldo wants to fight let him, you don't need to get involved, I think they are his friends."

Calling each other names was as much as they did. Geraldo followed them down the aisle. Alone Bryce let me know that Geraldo knew the other guys from their days in High School and would take care of the situation without a big fight. He pulled me towards a store that I would never have gone into on my own. Once in the store he sought out a salesman he knew and we were immediately involved in searching for two suits. Bryce had picked out a suit that he thought would look good on me and one for himself. I was in the changing room trying on the slacks when he walked in on me, I wasn't sure I would like the suit before that.

"They will tailor those to make them fit you better." He was brave enough to feel me up with the new slacks still around myknees, I would have been afraid there were cameras on us. I had thought they were too loose but he promised me they could be made tight enough to look good. I wanted to take them off but he called the salesman in from where he was waiting. I hadn't had many slacks tailored to fit growing up so it felt odd to have the salesman having his hands all over my legs and butt with the back of his hand up against my balls. The jacket fit almost perfectly, there was only one place he felt there needed to be a few stitches.

"Stay in here with uswhile Harvey marks my slacks." I would have left Bryce with the tailor without any jealousy.

"Bryce, I could have marked your slacks by having Kiff try them on for you." The tailor had a hand between Bryce's cheeks pulling the slacks up tight.

I was glad Harvey was in the room with us. If he hadn't been, I thought Bryce would have tried to fuck me, his dick was hard from seconds after he walked into the room and saw me in nothing but my underwear. I was mostly hard, too, since Geraldo had been rubbing on my butt.

"I can wear most of his clothes. His slacks are usually a little tight on me." Bryce groped me while the tailor was behind him marking the rear of his slacks for fitting. I wasn't able to pull on my jeans while he did that but it didn't bother me that he was showing the tailor how big my dick is, I was just glad he didn't pull it out of my underwear.

"How soon will the suits be ready to pick up?"

"If you aren't in too much of a rush you can get them after Thursday. Will that be soon enough?" Bryce pushed up against me while the tailor was hanging the suits on their hangers. I would have loved to fuck him right then, but I held back.

"Put them under Kiff's name. He can pick them up Thursday evening." He convinced Bryce that we should both be there when we picked them up so we set the next Saturday as a pickup date. We went back downstairs, Bryce had asked me to give him a quick lesson in skating. I had objected saying that I didn't have my skates with me, he had seen that they rented skates and said that it might be the only time we ever had to try it.

We found a seat where we could change out of our street shoes and into the skates.

I sat down first. Bryce shocked me by kneeling in front of me and taking off my shoes. He had my left shoe off and began a hard massage, loosening up my toes and a knot that I had in the arch. If we had been somewhere else I know he would have gone from massaging my foot to sucking my toes and licking my foot, he kidded me that he was going to suck my other foot if a couple that had sat down a few feet from us was skating by the time he had that shoe off.

I have started enjoying the way he treats my feet and the idea of him doing that where people could possibly see him was amazingly good. My cock hadn't faded since he groped me in the changing room, if he had sucked on my toes in front of the world I would have shot a load in my jeans. I was beginning to fall into his pattern of having sex in public, I was happy when he reached up my leg and squeezed my cock again.

"Kiff, do you want me to suck your cock again before we skate?" I looked around and saw that too many people would be able to see what we were doing.

"I would love that, but too many people are watching you." I stepped onto the ice and tried to get my balance before he got his skates on and was ready for his first lesson. I had never taught anyone to skate so I wasn't too sure of what I would need to do after I told him that he needed to be sure the skates were laced and tied tight.

We both fell a few times. Bryce pulled me down with him the first two times and then fell on his own. I was able to get him around the rink a few times before he gave up. I would have liked the chance to see if I could get any speed but I went with him when he skated off to remove his skates, I was hoping he would give my feet another massage so I sat across from him as I unlaced my skates. Bryce has such an attraction to feet that he dropped between the benches and removed my skates, with them off he went to massage my feet again then stopped to remove my socks.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking them off because they are wet and your feet are cold. I'm going to warm up your feet as soon as I can get my hands warm." I don't know if anyone saw what he was doing, but he raised a foot between his hands and blew warm air on both. The chill from skating had my cock hiding between my balls, the warm air on my feet so close to his mouth acted like he was blowing up a balloon and I was hard before he started to massage the foot.

"You would like to be sucking them, wouldn't you?"

"Damn right. Your feet smell so good and feel wonderful in my hands. If I was sure there isn't anyone that knows me or my family I would take all of your toes in my mouth and suck them until you unload in your jeans." My toes were getting warm by that time but he didn't stop blowing warm air on them until a young girl that had been practicing jumps and twirls sat down about ten feet away.

"I thought you like sex in public?" I was just joking.

"I do but she was so young I was afraid that I might get called a pedophile if anyone else saw what we were doing."

"We?"

"Sure. You were involved, it was your foot after all." Bryce had moved so that he was sitting beside me and was talking in almost a whisper. He turned so his back was to the girl and took hold of my cock.

"We need to find a place where I can get this in me."

"If you are done shopping we could fuck in the garage after we put the bags in the trunk." I really didn't care if other shoppers would walk by and see, I wanted in him as much as he wanted it."

"That sounds good, I have lube in the glove box." We almost ran to the car. After two months we still liked fucking so much that nothing would stand in our way. I have changed so much, from a man that seldom thought about sex to one that couldn't keep sex off his mind when his lover was around. Am I trying to make up for all those years I should have been experimenting?

Bryce put his head down on the passenger seat and dropped his jeans to his ankles while I put the bags in the trunk. I was pulling down my zipper and walking up to Bryce when a couple teenage boys walked past us. One of them turned so he was able to see two half naked men, he yelled out some slur but kept walking. The other boy came back just in time to see my cock enter Bryce's asshole, he ran to catch up with the first boy laughing and joking about the 'faggots'. I had been in a hurry to fuck Bryce but the nasty comments made it less than satisfying for me, for Bryce it was a different story since he loved sex in public he was quick to unload while I drove my cock into him as hard as I could.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm in the mood for a coffee. I thought we could get a large coffee to go at Amile's and then walk around the Water Wall. How does that sound to you?" We were sitting at the exit waiting for traffic to let us out of the garage onto Alabama St.

"I'm in. I've never had their coffee but am willing to give it a go. I've had enough coffee that I will probably need to piss before I finish another." I was hoping that Bryce would say he was in the mood for a drink.

"If there aren't too many people out today we might find a secluded place where I can drink it straight from your cock. And if there isn't a place, I'll block the view while you fill my coffee cup." that would be another first for us, he had drank my piss but not from a cup, always straight from my cock. I wondered what it would be like to walk around with him carrying a cup of piss, drinking it slowly in front of strangers. Damn he knows how to make my cock get hard and when he had it standing up, he reached over and stuck his hand into my pants.

"Kiff, I have never been so entranced with a man's cock as I have been since we met. I think I have become addicted to not only your cum but your piss, too. Have you become addicted to giving it to me, too?" I could have given him all the piss in my bladder right then if there had been a way for him to get his mouth over the head of my cock at the moment.

"I don't know if I'm addicted to giving you piss but I have really begun to enjoy pissing in your mouth. I have become excited to give you a shower, too. Do you want to walk around the Water Wall soaked in my piss?" The thought of that had my cock leaking pre-cum, which he was rubbing into my cock and down to my balls.

I wasn't crazy about the coffee. But, what I had told him about my need to piss was true. I hadn't drank more than half of my cup when I was started to get desperate to release a load. I was glad there weren't many other people walking around the Wall. We hadn't been there fifteen minutes when Bryce dipped his cup in the pool at the base of the wall to rinse out the taste of coffee. Two minutes later we walked to some bushes by a pond on the land.

"I hope you are full." Bryce had dropped into the bushes making himself invisible to everyone other than me. He held the cup below his chin and begged me to piss for him. I was so full it was easy for me to whip out my cock and start pissing. He drank the first part of the stream and then closed his mouth so I was washing his face and filling the cup. It was only after I had the cup half-full that he moved it so I was soaking his shirt. Partially wet he put the cup back under his open mouth for a few seconds and then took my cock between his lips to take the remainder of what I was able to give him. He had me hard so I was having trouble pissing but I was enjoying myself. I thought he was going to suck me off but he didn't.

When Bryce stood up I saw that not only was his shirt wet but so were his jeans. He had pissed them and was dripping as we started walking back to the Water Wall. I had to ask about it, he told me that he enjoyed pissing his pants whenever he was in a public place where he didn't think there would be anyone he knew. I let him know that I wished he had finished sucking my cock even though I had just fucked him an hour earlier. He promised me he would finish sucking my cock when we got back to the car.

"I can't believe how much you make me want to cum. I would never have believed I would cum three times in a little over an hour when I met you." I was laying back in the front seat of the car with my balls in his mouth. That there were other cars close by whose drivers might see what Bryce was doing didn't bother me in the least. If there had been room I would have flipped over so he could lick my ass, I was slightly leaking the cum Geraldo had filled me with. After I said something about leaking Bryce dipped his fingers into my asshole and sucked the cum off them.

We didn't have much sex the rest of the weekend although Bryce did get me to fuck him on the balcony Sunday morning after breakfast. We spent most of the day at his parents riding horses. It was the first time I had been on a horse in five years, by the time I got home my butt was sore. Bryce tried to massage the soreness out of it for me but I was still sore when we went to bed, too sore to allow him to fuck me. Monday morning in the shower we sucked each other's cock, I needed that to help me make it through the week without Bryce. He would call me everyday he was gone but too often it was at work when I wasn't able to masturbate to his voice.

I wasn't sure I enjoyed working close to his Father but I was learning a lot about the business and the extra money made life easier. We worked twelve to fourteen hour days most of the time so I was not able to practice at the dojo more than twice a week. I finally agreed to join the class the Master was holding at Discovery Green on Sunday. That took a few hours away from Bryce but I needed the exercise to keep in shape. Bryce would spend the time watching us, every time he would meet me after practice so horned up that we would fuck before we made it back to the condo.

Thanksgiving weekend we were supposed to spend three evenings at his parents. I wasn't sure that was what I wanted to do but I needed to be with Bryce, I had been missing him more every week he was gone. I rode to his parents' on Friday evening with his Father, he sternly told me that we were not to talk work anytime during the weekend. That was fine with me, Bryce and I seldom spoke of work when we were together anyway. For a hillbilly boy to ride for a half hour in a chauffeured limousine was still uncomfortable although I had ridden with Bryce some weekends. It was raining hard by the time we arrived at the house, it had delayed the airplane bringing Bryce home so I spent the first two hours alone with his parents. I had been at their house at least every other weekend but being there without Bryce made me uncomfortable, I don't know how anyone gets used to having a butler around all the time.

When Bryce rushed into the house dripping wet I was so relieved. He stripped off his wet coat and rushed over to me, I think it was the first time in front of his parents that he gave me one of his most intense kisses. He didn't say much more than hello to his parents before dragging me to the suite that was reserved for him. I didn't expect it but he had us both stripped and on his bed in moments.

"Don't worry, the house is fairly sound proof. Even if it wasn't you don't need to worry, my parents are fully aware of what we do." I had tried to sit up to get away from him but he had pushed me down again licking at my balls and lifting my legs. His parents knew what we do? What son would ever tell his parents that he licked his boyfriends ass? The thought was driven out of my head as soon as he pushed his tongue into me, then all I could think of was the pleasure he was giving me and that he would soon be fucking me.

It hadn't taken me long to get used to having his cock penetrating my asshole, we still needed to use lube but not nearly as much as we had needed the first few weekends. That first fuck after missing him for a week was all I needed to make me cum, not just a little but enough to cover my chest, enough that it would take Bryce five minutes to lick me clean.

"Come join me in the shower." Bryce had me by the hand and was pulling me off the bed.

"Kiff, I have been missing you so much. I am going to ask my Father about finding me a position in the home office. If he agrees, are you ready for me to move in with you?" He was on his knees in the shower coaxing the piss out of my bladder, how could I ever refuse the offer?

"Bryce, do you really think you can live in my small Condo after being used to living in this house and suite, you must have at least twice as much space just here in the suite."

"I love being in your Condo. It may be small but that allows us to be in touch with each other all the time. In this huge house you can go for a day without seeing anyone, it is too lonely to live here, plus I was tired of having the butler fuck me by the time I was in High School. I think he lost interest in me, too, he's not gay he's just a pedophile." He had never told me about that part of his childhood, I was even more surprised when he told me that the horse trainer was the first man he had ever fucked, ten years younger the trainer may have been a good looking man.

"There isn't much room for you to put your clothes. You know everything about my Condo, do you think you can be comfortable there?" Having a conversation while his head was under a stream of piss had been impossible a month earlier, over the last few weeks things had changed. Talking to him while he was drinking piss or getting showered was no longer odd, I thought we could make decisions when I was covering him and he definitely agreed since he wanted piss most of the time.

"If you move in with me, do you think we will do this all the time?"

"I don't know how to answer that. I hope we are as active living together as we have been with me visiting on weekends but most relationships slow down when you live together. Still I haven't had my sex drive slow down since I was in my teens." I was glad to hear that he had thought about the question and was prepared. I wasn't certain how I would think about him if he drank my piss everyday, or if he expected me to drink his that often. Would we go from intimacy to degradation? I really hoped not, I was just learning to enjoy sex.

"My mother didn't say anything about having guests for dinner this evening did she?"

"Not to me."

"Good. We can go back down in jeans and a sweater."

"I didn't bring any clothes with me, your Father only let me know after lunch that I should ride out here with him. I hadn't taken a bag of clothes to work, thinking you and I would have time to pick it up before heading here."

"We can pick it up tomorrow. For tonight you can wear something of mine, that will leave me room to stick my hand down the back of the pants and play with your hole."

"You would really do that with your parents close by?"

"Wait and see." He was controlling my movements with two fingers inside my asshole. I knew he came back to town hungry for my asshole and if we had been at the Condo he wouldn't be ready to stop fucking or fingering me until a few hours had passed, then he would be ready for me to fuck him two or more times. I hadn't known what to expect spending the evening with his parents. Neither of them seemed the type to sit in front of a television other than to watch the news.

Bryce was pouring everyone an after dinner drink while the butler cleared out the dining room. We had moved into what his Father called his study. There was a desk, two wall covered with books, a game table with four chairs and across from the floor to ceiling window a stone fireplace. There aren't many evenings in Houston that are cool enough for a fireplace but their fireplace did look like it was used regularly.

Bryce's Mother quizzed me on my knowledge of card games. She got her husband and son to agree to playing a few games of bridge. I hadn't played much bridge since I was in Houston, but while in college I had played some every week. Actually while an undergraduate I had played almost every day. Bryce and I were partnered, he warned me that his parents had quite a few Master's points and would probably beat us. I am rather competitive and that made my blood flow although I knew it would not be too nice to beat the hosts more than once or twice.

Bryce started a fire to warm the study. His Mother had complained about being cold, I had agreed with her to be nice although the sweater I was wearing had me comfortable. His father was dealing the first hand when I felt Bryce's foot pressing against my balls, he had removed his shoe and when I reached down I was surprised that he wasn't wearing a sock either. I'm sure that if he had been able he would have pulled down my zipper with his toes, I gave him a smile and he pressed harder. He had never played with my cock with his feet but I got the impression it wasn't the first time he had done what he was doing, I wished I was wearing a pair of loose legged shorts so he could have stuck his bare foot up the leg and rested it on my balls.

Bryce and I won a few hands, that is the way it is when playing cards, they fall against you some of the time. His parents tried not to be too professional while playing, they permitted talking and joined in conversations that were not about bridge. We had been playing for a couple hours when Bryce brought up the subject of him being moved from West Texas to Houston. His Father tried to tell him that we were not going to talk about work that night but Bryce persisted, he really wants to move in with me. Finally his Father put off the conversation until breakfast the next day. Shortly after that we went to his suite. I had been slightly shy about standing up after the games were over, Bryce had kept my cock hard for the whole time and I had dripped enough pre-cum that there was an obvious wet spot on the jeans.

"I have wanted this for the last three hours." Bryce barely gave me time to unfasten the belt before diving for my cock. He had my pants down and his hands groping my butt before he swallowed the whole thing. I had expected him to want to go for my asshole not my cock, I wasn't too far off, he only sucked at my cock for a minute or two before flipping me onto the edge of the bed and getting his tongue in my asshole. He was holding my cheeks apart and flicking his tongue back and forth when we heard his father in the hall telling him that he would be having breakfast at 7 AM on the Gazebo and not to be late.

Moments later Bryce stood up and punched his cock into me. I wanted to scream, he hadn't used any lube just what saliva he had left. His bed didn't squeak, fortunately. For the next twenty minutes he fucked me hard. I was glad to have his cock in me, I did my best to fuck back. He should never have allowed Geraldo to fuck me, while I had been satisfied with the eight inches Bryce had between his legs to fill me with before that, after Geraldo fucked me I wished that Bryce had a larger dick. Before he was ready to shoot his load he flipped me on my back and sucked the tip of my cock vigorously so that I shot at the same time.

I would have a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving Day.

We crawled under the blankets soon after that and Bryce held me tightly against his body. It was only moments later that I asked him if he felt a tingle through his body, I asked him to loosen his hold on me so that I would be able to decipher what I was feeling. I reminded him of the fact that I had told him that there were times that I was able to read what other people were thinking. He said he hadn't felt the tingle that I asked about. I let him know that I was reading a thought his father was projecting.

"Bryce, has your Father ever seen you having sex? I am hearing him think that he wants to watch us having sex."

"No. Not that I'm aware of though there were times I fucked in the stables that he might have seen me with the trainer or the jockey he hired."

"Would you allow him to watch you having sex with another man?"

"I don't think I would like that. Sure it would be sex in public like I enjoy, but my Father?" He shuddered at the thought.

"He is laying in bed with your Mother thinking about what we do in bed. He hopes that you are the dominate one in our relationship and would like to see you fucking me."

"That is likely. Shortly after I graduated from High School he had a conversation with me that left me with the feeling that he hoped I would be the one doing the fucking not the one being fucked. He made me promise to be safe when I was having sex. Back then he meant I would would use a condom and only have sex with men that wouldn't blackmail me or the family.

"Now that seemingly everyone knows that I am gay I expect that he means that I would be the one dominate in bed, that would make him believe that I am more of a man. I don't know what he would expect between us, you are his aide and he would probably want you to be more of a man, not taking a cock in your ass.

"Has he ever said anything to you about sex?"

"One day he took me to lunch and said something about not expecting me to be as strong in the way I dealt with problems and others because of my sexuality. I took that to mean he had expected me to be the only one in our relationship spreading my legs." I hoped it didn't mean he thought I would be a sissy just because I was with his son.

"That sounds like him. What would you think about him watching us having sex?" Bryce had rolled us to the side so he was able to have an arm over my chest and his fingers in my asshole. I wished that I was able to project thoughts as well as I was able t read them but I knew that his Father would not be able to hear what I was thinking. Working at his side I had gotten able to hear him more than I had anyone else but he was not able to catch what I was thinking.

"I think it would interfere in our relationship at work. Your Father and I have developed a close relationship, I can tell what he is going to want from me before he asks. I don't want him thinking less of me because I am letting his son fuck me or I am sucking his cock." The thoughts I was reading had moved from fucking to oral sex. I was glad his Father had no idea of us being involved in watersports, I know he would have thought less of us both.

We rolled over and I crawled down to where I was able to lick his ass, for the first time I was able to get the tip of my tongue inside him. I was still hearing his Father when I pressed my cock all the way into Bryce. As I started pounding away at him I wondered what Bryce's Father would think if he walked into the bedroom and saw his son with eight inches of cock in his ass.