P.S. Apologies for mistake of "Wuthering Heights" in chap. 7 and a couple of typos in chap. 8. I'm thinking one last chapter after this one? Love hearing from readers. I answer every email....Cheers.
From Older and Younger 8, "'Look, Jon', I said. `You could have any man or woman you wanted. And, damn, you're so fucking smart and clever. Why me?' I was amused to see our cocks were still super hard during this discussion.
`I've never been in love in my entire life. Don't look so shocked! I didn't believe in love. I've had plenty of sex and fun. Duh. But when you and Marc came into my office for financial planning and wills I was instantly jealous of how much you loved each other. I think I was jealous of both of you. When Marc died and you were free, I couldn't help but think maybe you might be interested in me some day. I know that sounds awful, but it is the truth.
And while you're incredibly attractive as a body, what I really want is your soul. I want you to love me as much as you loved Marc. I will never replace him. However, I want you to be able to give me the same love you had for him. I promise to give you the love I've never given anyone else.
And I hate to admit my vulnerability, but I've already given you all my love and I can't help it.'
And this big dude started to cry.
I was so stunned. Here was this huge dude who was so smart and hot crying over me?
Jon, my man', I said. I think I'm falling in love with you, too. Can we go to bed and love?'
He smiled and we did."
I don't want to make anyone jealous but if you've never been in bed with anyone who is so much bigger so that you can be completely enfolded in his arms... I felt like I was 12 and a boy. Jon's massive chest and body completely overwhelmed me. I'm not sure I can describe the complex feelings that overcame me. I felt so protected, so warm, and so loved, but I also felt like a man, too. I wanted to make this huge man mine, too. This doesn't make any sense I guess.
We started by deep kissing each other. I loved his big face, his big tongue. After a half hour of kissing and feeling each other's body, I left his mouth to explore his entire big body with my tongue. And, yes, I took my time. I knew our hard-ons weren't going soft tonight. I wanted us to edge each other until we had an ultimate climax.
I found his huge hairy body to be such a delight. His big chest was crowned by equally big nipples. Licking them and making his nips point out by biting them carefully was super fun. His moans as I worked him over were equally fun. I took my time and licked every inch of his big body. I took my time sucking his fingers and his toes into my hot mouth.
When I finally got to his cock, he jerked up so strongly I thought I might be thrown off the bed! Damn, he was big and strong! His cock was perfect. It fit perfectly in my mouth. I think I actually worshipped his cock then. I certainly made love to it. I could tell he was getting very, very, close.
He stopped me then. He pulled my head up to his. He kissed me so tenderly. I shook with emotion again.
He looked me deeply in the eyes and smiled softly. "Mark", he said, "Use your wonderful tongue on my ass and then make love to me."
I stiffened in shock. This huge guy wanted me to fuck himÑmake love to him?
"Yeah", he said. "I want you in me. I want you to make love to me now. I'll make love to you, too. I want us both to make love to each other forever." He smiled softly again.
Well, I wasn't going to say no to that request! I went down on his huge and muscular ass. I stabbed his hole with my tongue. I slobbered his hot crack and stabbed and finally realized he was handing me lube to lube us up. I used my fingers as well as my tongue. With three fingers spreading his hole I knew he was ready. He was panting. He was on fire! I was, too!
"Mark, we're both clean. I want you in me, now!" I slathered my cock in the lube and slathered his hole in the same. I was careful and took my time entering him. He was in pain, I could tell, but he wanted me to do this, too. He finally just grabbed me and pulled me into him completely.
"Now make me your man!" he commanded. I can't believe I held off as long as I did. I was on top of this amazingly huge and hot man, making love to him and giving him what he asked for! I was rubbing our bodies together, fondling his hard cock, kissing him, and frankly, fucking the hell out of him. I could tell I was hitting his "button", too. He would yell out loud and cuss every time I did. He yelled and cussed one more time and came violently! I thought I was going to be crushed as he grabbed my body in a bear hug and pulled me as deeply into him as possible! His ass clamped around my cock in his throes of passion and I came impossibly hugely in him then, too!
I'm not sure I've ever had a fuck like that! OMG. That was so physical!
I finally left his hole and rolled away on the bed.
After a half hour he finally got up on his elbows and looked at me. And damn, wasn't he gorgeous, looking at me with love! "Mark, that was the first time anyone has ever been in me."
I stared at him with shock, once again! I had taken his virginity, deflowered him, taken his cherry? What?
"I love you already that much. You're the first and only. And I can't tell you how much that means. But I was totally surprised to find that I loved it, with you. I already want to do it again. I can't believe it. I found out something new about myself now. But can I do you now?"
I was surprised to see we were both hard again. I nodded yes, of course.
I melted in his touch. He did everything to me I had done to him. I'm not effeminate in the slightest. But this huge man treated me pretty much as if I were the jewel in his harem. I suddenly understood how women might feel if a man truly cares about them and truly makes love to them. And I decided to be the best fuck he'd ever had then. I remembered how "Teddy" had milked me and how he had used me for his satisfaction. I remembered how Marc had fucked me occasionally and how I'd worked to make him cum. I remembered how I'd been for Chaz.
When Jon finally entered me and started to fuck me, I did every single thing I knew to turn him on. I writhed under his huge body. I moaned and yelled. I milked his cock with my ass. I kissed him deeply. I scratched his back. I slapped his ass and pushed him even deeper into me. I was a power bottom for him. I was his equal in this, too.
Yet, when a big, hairy, muscle bear takes you this way, it is so overwhelming. He had me. He took me. That was that. And he did fuck the cum out of me, just as I had him.
He started to come out of me. "No", I said. "Stay in me. Stay on top me. Hold me." He came out of me sometime during the night and eventually rolled off of me. But I moved over to him, spooned him and held him fast. This big guy was mine now!
We both eventually got up sometime the next morning and found a shower. We washed each other off completely, enjoying each inch of each other's body as we did.
I can't tell you how blessed I felt after so many years of pain. We managed to stagger downstairs to breakfast. Chuck and Jorge had made a beautiful breakfast of different meats, eggs, and fruits. Lovely. Chaz and Claudio entered the same time as Jon and me. No one was surprised to see Claudio walking a bit stiffly, favoring his butt, yet happy, as if he'd been fucked all night. However, when Jon was walking just as stiffly as Claudio, yet happy, all eyebrows were raised.
He noticed the attention, figured out why, and growled, "Mark's a stud. Get over it. And, yeah, he made me a happy man for the first time."
"And Jon made me just as happy, too", I added.
I reached up to him and pulled his face down for a kiss. The kiss became breathless. I finally realized I was hearing applause!
We broke it off and I looked at the four other guys. All of them were smiling their approval. Chuck and Jorge had tears in their eyes.
Jon frowned and growled again, grabbed me in his big arms and pointed at me, "This man is mine forever. I love him more than life itself. Maybe I'll share him at some point..." (I noticed Jorge and Chuck perk up at that) "But I'll be there, too, if I doÑif we do!" (They positively salivated, then, grin!)
The rest of the day was a whirlwind. We had a wonderful lunch at some point. We made plans. We set up all kinds of projects. We worked out all of the details to make this new venture a success. I finally got the ok to get the collection for the library, too. It became clear during the day that Claudio had decided not to use the return ticket for his flight and that he was moving in permanently. And I wasn't jealous at all I realized. I was just happy for him and Chaz. I also realized that he would be the galvanizing force to make the new gay dude ranch a success. I could tell he was the type of person to sweat out every detail and create something wonderful.
It was finally time for the trip to airport.
Jorge and Chuck both went with Jon and me. We all chatted freely, in a relaxed and happy way. At one point they switched to Spanish again. Jorge asked Chuck, "À Crees que Jon estaba en sŽrio cuando dec'a que pod'a compartir Mark con otros y con Žl? À Con nosotros tal vez? Á QuŽ guapos que son y que felices que son! No sŽ quien prefiero estar conmigo en nuestra cama. Á Ambos son tan calientes!" I didn't know what they were saying but I could tell Jon was suddenly very amused. Chuck answered Jorge saying, "Para m', Mark pues Jon, pues Mark pues Jon, pues Mark pues Jon..." And they both started to laugh.
Jon started to chuckle silently then, too. I looked at him. I had heard our names mentioned at least. He shook his head and mouthed, silently, "Later".
We finally got to the airport. Both Jorge and Chuck gave us super long hugs where they entwined every inch of their bodies with ours. Damn, that made me hard! They noticed and grinned. Mission accomplished, it seemed. Jon was suffering from the same fate, it appeared, as I looked down at his swollen crotch in his tight cowboy jeans. Grin.
We took a few minutes to compose ourselves and finally went through security. And did the agents take longer to pat us down than necessary? Seemed like it anyway.
Jon refused to talk business on the flight back. Instead we talked about our lives, our stories, our likes and dislikes, ourselves. I could tell he wanted to know me better as a person now. I wanted the same thing, I realized.
We had a lot in common, a lot more than I would have guessed. Very cool...
Too soon we were back at the airport in our hometown. I was suddenly depressed at the thought of going back to the cheap motel while I finished all the arrangements of getting the collection from Texas to the library. Oh well. I gave Jon the biggest hug I could in public and then started to look for a taxi to take me to the motel.
He looked at me in shock. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"I'll looking for a taxi to take me to the motel where I was staying before we left for Texas."
"Oh no you're not!" he yelled. "You're coming with me!" He grabbed my hand and started running! We were suddenly running, hand in hand, like teenagers. We ran to where his sports car was parked in the garage. He pushed me in, got in the driver's seat and took off! I barely had a chance to register anything as he drove safely, but very, very, quickly into town. Very soon we stopped at a large, but not, huge house on the edge of the historic district. He helped me out of his car and then, believe it or not, carried me over the threshold into his house! He led me through his very masculinely appointed house out into a central courtyard. There was a small fountain burbling in the courtyard. He sat me down on the edge of the fountain and dropped to one knee.
"I know this is sudden and maybe too soon, but Mark, will you marry me?"
My eyes widened in surprise. I mean I knew that it was now possible for gay guys to get married in some countries and some states, but I never had ever thought about getting married myself! Marc and I had never talked about it. And now there was this impossibly attractive man asking me to marry him?
I looked at him intensely. I already knew I loved Jon and certainly had fallen in love with him. But did I want marriage? What about Marc and his memory? The answer came in a blinding flash, which must have been heaven-sent. I thought about the ranch in Texas and what a difference seed money and a sound business plan could make. I thought about the money I had saved and Jon's business acumen. Why not create a foundation in Marc's name to help small gay businesses make it? Why not do what we had done for the ranch for other gay startups? I smiled and thanked heaven. The last piece of the puzzle was filled in.
I looked at Jon again and realized he was worried and even sweating out my answer. I smiled internally.
"No", I said.
"No", he yelled, incredulous!
I got up from the fountain lip and pushed him down where I had just been sitting. Since he was in shock I was able to manhandle him. I dropped to one knee then and took his hand in mine and asked, "Jon, will you marry me?"
He looked at me, still in shock. Finally, he realized what I had just done and what it meant and what I meant. He slowly started to smile, then he started to chuckle. Finally he burst out in gales of laughter. I laughed with him, holding his hand and stroking it like the lover I now was.
"So that's how it's going to be?"
"Yes, it is. I'm yours, but you're mine, too. We're equals in everything. I'll marry you only if you marry me."
He looked at me deeply. "I will", he said. "I will", I said.
He picked me up again and carried me to his bedroom. We undressed each other slowly. When finally naked we positioned ourselves on his bed in a 69 and made love to each other's cock. We edged for what seemed like hours, waiting for the other to climax. When we finally did, it was the most incredible rush I'd ever felt!
I managed to crawl up into his arms and be held against his huge and strong chest. I think I actually purred then, because he chuckled. His deep chuckle and hairy chest tickled me. I sighed contentedly and cuddled up against him.
Before we fell asleep, I had one question to ask him. "So do you know what Jorge and Chuck were saying? Do you speak Spanish by chance?" He smiled and answered me in a rapid torrent of Spanish. I was dumbfounded! "My mother was Spanish and my father was Argentine. Spanish is my native language!"
I shook my head with surprise. "So, what were they saying when they said our names?"
"They were trying to figure out if I was serious when I said I might share you with others as long as I was there, too. Then they were trying to decide which of us they wanted first and which they wanted second. I think Chuck wants you first and Jorge wants me first, so that'll work out."
"Wow, that sounds hot. Watching you fuck while I'm fucking and fucking two cousins at the same time???"
He grinned. "But first I'm going to have to teach you some Spanish, so you can enjoy the session even more, since I'm going to be very verbal when I get their hot asses in our bed."
"Por favor", I grinned back, using the only Spanish I knew.
"Con mucho gusto", he replied and took my mouth in his...