ONE HUMAN FAMILY
By
John Van Laningham
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FOUR
Wednesday, Christmas Eve.
Today will be warm, a high of 81 and a low of maybe 73.
My family will be doing Christmas tonight as usual but I won't be there. I am sort of reluctantly welcome there usually. It's a very evangelical family and my being same sex attracted has caused some drama. Being celibate, I met their minimum demand. Me and a partner wouldn't fly. It is what it is.
I get up and put on a fresh pair of jogging shorts and my new Nike running shoes. It's cool enough that I decide not to jog shirtless. I have an IPod and I select playlist 1. REM's Begin the Beguine is 1 mile. The Grateful Dead's Box of Rain is 2 miles and Carlene Carter's version of Dixie Darlin is 3 miles. Down White Street but I have to fudge it a little at Truman Ave because of traffic but I head down to South Street. Turning, I head toward Duval and pass by the famous Southernmost Point Buoy and I resolve to bring my phone next time for a selfie. Down Whitehead and turn just past the Mile 0 marker and head up Fleming.
Back at Island House, they buzz me in and I head up to my room and retrieve the plastic water bottle. I should have filled it with ice water before I left but I didn't. So I go back down stairs and do that. I was on about my fourth good chug of ice water when Anders comes up to the cafe area where I am standing. He's in jogging shorts and shirtless. Damn he has a fine body - and all sweaty. I smile at him.
"You want some water?" I ask him, holding out my water bottle.
He takes it and drains it down, breathing hard. He goes over and refills it and hands it back. I chug it down and he goes back and refills it again for himself.
"You were ahead of me but I couldn't catch up" he said, panting. "You'd slow down and I'd begin to make up the distance but then you'd speed up. But I good look at your sexy ass"
I chuckled. "You could have said something and I would have waited for you"
"I did but you must have had your music on. I don't mind looking at your ass though"
"Well, thnaks. But didn't a chance to see yours"
"Can now" hesays, turning around and patting it. He has a fine ass.
A bit more hydrated, I went and got a cup of coffee. I take mine with cream but Anders is black. We sit at the fartherest table and sip the coffee. Eli, the bartender, comes over and asks if we want a menu. I just ask for a fruit cup and yougurt and Anders gets the same thing. Eli is cute, pretty effeminate but good looking in his mid 20's and a pretty good bartender, I think. He has his hair up in a man bun, which is unfortunate.
"So, what are your plans for the day?" Anders asks.
"I'm going to the Butterfly Conservancy. In fact, I got to do it. They close at 2 since it's Christmas Eve. And there is a used bookstore up the street. It's kind of nerdy but I am sucker for bookstores. Bookstores and art galleries"
"It is kind of nerdy but I like men that like bookstores and art galleries. And no trip to Key West is complete without the Butterflies. Mind if I tag along?"
I smiled. "No, I'd enjoy the company"
We have breakfast and I comment that everybody that does a fruit cup always overdoes with canteloupe and honeydew, neither of which I can stand. He likes melons so we pick aoart each other's to find the thing we like. I also tell him about how my grandmother had blueberry bushes znd how much I like fresh berries. When I was young, I would pick gallons of blackberries on plants growing along the railroad tracks.
We agree to shower and meet in the lobby in 20 minutes. I shower and shave. I think carefully about my clothees. I want to look my best for Anders. So I decide on a pair of coral shorts and a shirt that goes with it. I have a cute pair of deck shoes that I wear with anklet socks and a baseball cap I got from the Human Rights Campaign. Wben I meet Anders in the lobby, he is wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a plain blue shirt but it matches his bright blue eyes. I think the shirt is just tight enough to accentuate his fantastic frame.
When we walk, Anders stretches out his hand. I grab it. It feels so completely cool to be walking with a man hand in hand. I wish this is my life.
The butterfly place is great. I take a bunch of pictures on my phone to capture the beauty of these fragile beings. We go through the meandering path and look at the flamingo's. We head back and stop at the used bookstore. I find a book by a guy from Key West that was a gay travel agent, Hans Ebenstein. On the way to the bookstore and then back to Island House, we talk about books and favorite authors I do't recognize a lot of his but I admit that I used to like Hemingway when I was younger but less so now. Now, the only authors that I routinely buy books from is Bill Bryson.
"Yeah, he's funny. The one about the Appalachian Trail inspired me to try it but just one segment in New England"
"Really?" I respond, interested. "How was it?"
He smiled. "As much as walking in the woods can be. If I had a partner, I'd probably do it more but the solitude was too much. I like solitude. I'm kind of an introvert but that was more solitude than I wanted. I woudn't mind being alone with someone else"
"Yeah. I'm the same way"
When we get back, I tell Anders I'll meet him in the pool, since today is going to be the last warm day for a while. SInce it is still before noon, I get a bloody Mary and throw off my towel and flip flops at a spare chair on the shady end right beside where the maseur does his thing. The warm water is inviting but I am anxious waiting for Anders. I think something might just be happening beteween us. When he comes I tell him where my chair is and he tosses his stuff on the empty chair beside it. The pool area is beginning to fill up.
I watch as he descends into the water, naked. His pubic hair is trimmed and barely visible as it is a light shade of golden and he has the perfect lean, defined body. God, he is so sexy. I tell myself that I would let him do anything he wanted to me. I am standng in the water right at the steps of the pool and I move over when he somes in.
"You said 'New England' before. Is that where you live?"
He nods. "Yeah, Boston. Well, Cambridge"
"Oh, wow. I am doing an assignment in Boston after New Year's. At Mass General. I'm a traveling nurse."
He turns on gets right in front of me, our bodies touching, his crotch pressed agianst mine, He rubs his hand through my chest hair.
"I'm thinking I might need some private duty nursing this winter" he says
I am suddenly nervous. I'm like the dog that caught the car, unsure of what I am supposed to be doing. He has one hand on my chest and another cupping my balls. My dick is rapidly stiffening. He puts his, also rapidly hardening, over mine and rubs them. He leans in and we kiss. Sloppy and wet and glorious.
"I can help you out with that" I blurt out suddenly
"Do you want to come back to my room?" he asks, Suyddenly, I find myself fighting panic. I despearately, desperately want to. I want to run there as fast as I can but then I am overwhelmed by internalized homophobia and body image issues and shame at being basically a 40 year old virgin. He must be sensing it. "What's wrong?"
"We kind of have a condition going on down there" I say
"So?" I says with a devilish smile and a flick of his head. I guess I don't respond correctly. "What's worng, John? You don't want to?"
"No, I definitely want to" I say quickly. THen I hang my head down. "I don't have a lot of experience with guys. In fact, before Monday, I didn't have any experience with men"
He lifts my head with a finger bnder my chin,
"You have beautiful blue eyes" he says.
"You have beautiful blue eyes"
He smiles and exhales. The look on his face is tender. Kind. Loving. "You are so clueless. I've been cruising for two days. I noticed you right away in the jacuzzi with those two other guys. I was wondering how you could be so oblivous when you are clearly so intelligent. I was afraid you were out of my league"
"Out of your league? Dude, get real. You are the sexiest guy here. And what about Jacob? I was jealous of him"
"He's a local. He's a friend. He's an amzing artist. And he likes getting fucked, as you know. He made sure to let me know he had sex wiht you before I did." he says. "Come back to my room. Don't worry about having a boner. Every bottom here is going to be jealous. But, um, I'm a top. Is that a problem?"
"No" I hear myself say. "I've never been fucked in the ass before but I want you to"
I get out of the water and towel myself dry with Anders following suit. We both have full on erections. We we walk past men in chairs and they are looking at us, not in disapproval, I think, but checking us out. I follow Anders down the breezeway but there is a man coming the other way. We step into the alcove to let him pass.
"Have fun, boys" hs says.
"That's the plan" I say.
I follow him behind the outdoor jacuzzi and down a hidden hallway to his room, directly across from the bathroom. We go inside and I can see that his room is a few squate feet bigger than and with a queen bed insead of a double bed. Like mine, it is tasteful, even with erotic art on the wall. He fishes out somethig from his bag and hands it to me. It's an anal douche kit. It's in the original container, so I am good about that.
"If you still want to do bottom. If not, that's totally okay. I'm not pressing you to do anything you would be uncomfortable with" he says, looking as anxious as I feel. "In fact, John, just give it back, okay?"
"No" i say, pulling it up to my chest. "I want to. I want you to be the one that does it. I'm just going to need some lube, though"
He gives me some KY and I do know what I am supposed to do. I am a nurse after all. When I go into the bathroom, and there is no bathroom door per se, there is a guy pissing into a urinal.
"Damn, that's a dick when it's happy. You getting it with that Sanders guy?"
I almost say it's none of his business but I simply say that I am.
"He's heen hot and heavy for you since he got here." he ways. "If you need some more loving, my room is at the end of the hall."
Fortunately the toilet has a sliding door for privacy while you shit but it's not cut out for privacy otherwise. Tasteful, it is the very model of a modern bathrooom. Just not private. It took 4 times before I was sure I am clear. I' ve lost my erection but I have no doubt I will find it soon. The door is open and i go in. He is on the bed slowly playing with himself.HE's watching porn, the one wbere this young Czech body builder needs cash so he agrees to ...
"Squeaky clean" I say
He motions me to the bed and I happily get in it. I want this more than anything. He is so sexy and beautiful and that hard uncut cock is calling me. His body is firm and hard as he swallows me up in his arms. The scruff on his face tickles as we kiss, as we kiss urgently and passionately as if we were starving for the kiss. I want him. I want him so bad. It is almost uncontrollable. I feel the hardness of his body, the feel of his soft lips, his tongue, invading my mouth, and the feel of his hand on my ass, pulling me tighter to him
I can touch him,
I can touch him anywhere.
Right now, he is mine.
I kiss him on his neck. I kiss him on his lean, tight, defined. smooth torso, hurriedly getting down to his dick. His beautful, perfect, uncut dick, hard and straining up. He is as horny as I am. As despertately passionate. I swallow him whole and all the way down, dumbfounded at my luck. All the way down, all the way to his trimmed golden pubes. I play with his thick full balls as I siide off his thick piece. I gather up his foreskin and nibble it with my lips. I lightly twist it. I love his foreskin. So sexy. So great
"Yeah, yeah" he moans
MY heart sings that my mouth can pleasure him. I love it. My own dick is hard, throbbig, begging to explode. I am so horny. I work my tongue under his foreskin, in and around and along his sensitive head. He gasps, loudly. All the way down, all the way. I take him= My hand jacks his shaft as I pul up.
"I want to suck you" he says.
"No. If you touch me, I'll cum" I say. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Anders"
I roll over, hands and knees, face down and ass up. He asks if he should use a condom. I know what the right answer is but I say the wrong answer. I want him in me. I want his skin against my skin, I want his load in me. He promises to be gentle and I am scared too. As much as I want him, I fear the pain. He knows I am a virgin. I trust him.
His tongue. Oh my God. His tongue! Poking at my ass hole. Licking my hole. It is insane!
"Oh, God" I moan
Some more more lube. A finger. In and out. He rubs my prostate and I shiver at the pure pleasure of it A second finger, a third finger, plying my hole. Amazing. Incredible.
And then.
And then.
And then.
"Am I hurting you?" he asks
"No" I say in confusion
He is fully in me. All the way. His crotch against my ass, his dick fully sheathed in my ass. it is not pain. It is not. It is weird. It is strange. It is uncomfortable. My brain doesn't knwo what to do with this feeling. What needs to happen? Weirdly, I feel like I need to go to the bathroom, to shit or to piss. It is so weird. No, not that. Not that at all.
"Fuck me" I whisper
He moves. Slowly, very slowly in me. Oh! Another sensation from sex. Incredible. Better than the others, better than all of them. Amazing. More. I wnat more. I need more. This is great. My brain is screaming for more. My body is desperate for more.
"Fuck me" I moan "Harder"
I am not a thinking creature. Logic is nothing. I have no thoughts or dreams. I am living in the moment. The feel of him in me. The feel of his movement. One thought. One thought only. More. More. More. Harder. Harder. Harder.
"Fuck me" I say
"Oh fuck. You are so tight" He says
"Harder"
Oh yeah, That's it. That's what I want. More of that. Never stop. Keep it up.
"Oh fuck!" he says, slapping my ass.
OH yeah. Oh yeah Do it agian. And reading my mind, he does. The sharp stinng of the slap drives me insane, right to the ...
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" I cry out.
Thank God Anders doesn't stop. He is railing on my ass, taking it, possessing it, owning it. As the orgasm builds, pleasure beyond compare, pleasure beyond endurance, the supreme pleasure, the perfect happiness, I just need him to keep going. And then, just before death by fucking, my dick exploses in a welcome, glorious release, no hands, spraying cum on the bed. I coallapse down on it abd he keeps fucking me. Still railing, grunts, moaning as his pleasure is building. He fucks me into the unprecedented platueau of orgasm that lingers and lingers so long as he fucks me, hovering right at the brink,
"Uhhhhh" he grunts gutturally with a final savage stab into my asshole
He falls onto the bed beside ne and laughs a little. I am happy, I am joyful. It was perfect. It was everything sex should be.
"I came on the bed" I say quietly.
Anders laughs. "You get to sleep on that side then. You are staying here tonight, right?"
"It's not even lunch yet" I say, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "I might not be ready for a long term commitnent"
I turn and wrap him in my arms. I love the feel of him,
"I want you to do that to me a million times. I want to touch you all over every second that i can"
"Good, That's what I want too"