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Opposites Attract -- Chapter 5
Back at work on Monday morning, Michael was still so exhilarated by the weekend, still so amazed at the incredible experience of pure, natural sex and the unbelievable rush of emotion in realising that he loved Jeff and that Jeff loved him, that he failed to notice the lack of usual bullying from his co-workers. It was only after lunch, when his supervisor asked him to get some materials from the storage area, that it occurred to him that the man had actually asked, rather than ordered. For the rest of the afternoon he took more interest in his surroundings, and it quickly became obvious that the focus of ill will from his boss and the other cruel hard men had shifted away from Michael, and was now directed at Tim, a younger guy who had started work three or four weeks earlier. Michael felt sorry for the young man, but he'd had his turn at being the butt of the jokes and the target of the others, so it was a relief to have them leave him alone at last.
For the next few days, he kept his head down and got on with his job. He pitied Tim, but figured there wasn't a lot he could do about it. Once these guys decided to pick on you, that was it until they tired of it or someone else came along. Still, he had difficulty understanding why Tim was now the target instead of himself. Michael was short, and quiet, and seemed to have been an easy mark. Tim on the other hand was tall and well built, quite good looking in fact. And as far as Michael knew, up until Monday morning he had fit in well, joining in the conversations and the jokes with the others, the complete opposite of Michael when he had started work.
Now, however, when he saw Tim around the site, the young man looked positively miserable. Nobody spoke to him, except to bark orders at him, or to deride him and laugh at his discomfiture. Michael stayed away, not wanting to hear the harsh comments of the others, knowing all too well what it was like to be on the receiving end of their cruel humour. It was late on Thursday afternoon when he finally found out what was going on.
He had delivered a load of bricks to the area where a number of men were working, and as he went to move away, Tim was standing right beside him, looking haggard. Michael's heart went out to the young man.
"Don't worry, they'll get over it soon, and pick on someone else," he said quietly. Tim smiled weakly at him, and it was obvious he was grateful for the kind words.
Suddenly a voice boomed out from behind them, "Hey there you little poof! Quit slacking off and do some bloody work for a change!" Michael spun around automatically, ready for a string of abuse.
"What do you think I'm doing?" he said quickly.
"Not you, Mikey," his supervisor dragged out the name, which Michael hated -- he detested anyone using any shortened version of his name, and this got him even more worked up. "I was talking to the pretty little gay boy there!"
Michael spun around to look at Tim, and realisation dawned as Tim's head hung low again. But Michael was ready for a fight by now. "For fuck's sake, can't you give him a break!" he said.
"What do you care? If the queer can't take a little name calling, then maybe he shouldn't be here in the first place."
"I can't see why not," Michael bristled. "It seems to me that he works a hell of a lot harder than most of the lazy arseholes around here. Not that it matters, but how do you know he's gay anyway?"
"Bob saw the little fucker goin' into one of them gay bars!" his boss responded, a little taken aback by Michael's stance.
"So what was Bob doing in a gay bar to see him there, have you asked yourself that?" Michael retorted, and behind him he heard Tim stifle a laugh. That made the supervisor even more angry.
"Listen, here you little shit! Stay out of it, before I start to think you're one of them fairies too."
"What if I was? It makes no difference. You can't make someone's life hell just because they're gay," Michael spat back at him, getting more and more worked up by the second.
His boss exploded. "You ARE queer, aren't you? I shoulda known, you always were outta place here."
"Yeah, I'm gay," Michael shouted back. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"Get out! Get out now! You and your boyfriend get off my site, and don't come back, if you know what's good for you." The man's voice had descended into a threatening evil hiss.
"Get fucked!" said Michael with venom, turning and walking away. Tim followed him a step behind, catching Michael's arm as they reached the street.
"Hey, man, thanks for standing up for me," he said.
Michael looked at the younger guy, and reality began to hit home. "Tim, I'm sorry!" he said.
"What for?"
"If I'd kept my mouth shut, you'd still have your job. I shouldn't have gotten involved and shot my mouth off like that."
Tim laughed. "It's okay. I was just about ready to quit anyway. I couldn't take much more of the shit I was copping."
Michael managed an apologetic smile. "I'm still sorry for getting you sacked. Do you need a ride home?"
"Yeah, that'd be great if you don't mind."
Michael dropped Tim off at a small house not far from his own flat, apologising again. He was wracked with guilt, and at the same time seething at the foreman. And then it began to dawn on him that he was unemployed too. With no education and no real experience, finding a job wasn't going to be an easy task.
He was feeling completely dejected, and not a little scared, by the time he got home, as he looked around the tiny, drab flat. He knew exactly how much he had in the bank, and that meagre amount of savings was not going to tide him over for long. So much for trying to get out and find a better life. Still, he had Jeff, and Jeff didn't seem to care where he was from or what he did. The weekends with Jeff more than made up for the rest of the time here alone. Lost in thought, Michael jumped when the jarring ring of the phone jolted him from his reverie.
"Hi there, stud," came Jeff's voice, confident and chirpy as always.
"Hi," Michael responded flatly.
Instantly there was concern on the other end. "Michael, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess." But he wasn't, and suddenly it was all too much for him. Michael began to sniffle, stammering out his words. "I, ... I got sacked. I, um, don't have a job anymore," he mumbled into the phone. Jeff knew his man well enough by now to know there had to be more to it than that, but he held his tongue.
"Michael, are you okay to ride?"
"Yeah."
"Then get your arse over here as fast as you can, okay? I'll make sure dinner's waiting for you, and we can have a good long face to face talk."
Michael quietly agreed, and Jeff rang off. Michael dressed quickly, and jumped on his bike, heading across town. It occurred to him that the trip from one side of the city to the other, from his flat to Jeff's mansion, was like a trip from one world to another, like fleeing from all that was awful to the safety and warmth of his man's arms. And that was exactly what happened. As soon as he arrived, Jeff was there waiting for him, holding him tight and assuring him everything would be okay. As they sat together on the balcony, Michael repeated the whole sorry story to Jeff's growing indignation. As he finished, Jeff seethed.
"They can't do that to you!"
"They already have," said Michael in a resigned voice.
"No, Michael, I mean they CAN'T do it. It's against the law. There are rules about discrimination which make it illegal for someone to be fired just because they're gay. Both you and the other guy -- Tim? -- have rights, and this company you were working for can be in big trouble for what's happened."
Michael looked unhappy and confused, and Jeff realised that this wasn't what he wanted hear right then. He held Michael's head again, ran his fingers through the smaller man's hair, and whispered that everything would be alright. But as he did, his mind raced, angry at the injustice done to his lover, and determined to do something about it.
That night Michael slept soundly in Jeff's arms, comforted by the presence of his lover, but Jeff tossed and turned, his thoughts continually on the wrong done to his man, and to the young Tim.
Next morning, Jeff was up and about already when Michael surfaced. Michael wandered out to the living room to be greeted by Phillip.
"Good morning, Mr Michael," came the genuine smile. "Mr Jeffrey is on the terrace. Will you join him?"
Jeff had a pad and pencils spread out before him, making notes furiously. He looked up when Michael came through the doors, and smiled widely.
"Hi there, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Better!" said Michael, and he meant it. Jeff's concern and comfort had let him sleep well.
"Michael, I have a suggestion for you," said Jeff, becoming serious. "But if you tell me to back off I will, no arguments."
Michael was curious. He had never seen Jeff so animated, well, outside the bedroom anyway, and so serious, before. To his questioning look, Jeff went on.
"What happened to you is wrong, illegal," he said.
"So you said last night!"
"But I want to do something about it. You know my vacation is over next week, and we go back into production again?" Michael nodded. "I would like to make this our first investigation. An exposé on discrimination against gay people in the building industry."
Michael nodded again, Jeff's enthusiasm was infectious. "That could work," he said cautiously.
Jeff looked him fully in the face. "But to do it, I'd need someone who was prepared to stand up in front of the cameras and tell their story."
"Me?" Michael said in sudden realisation.
"Only if you felt comfortable. It wouldn't be easy. You'd be `outing' yourself to millions of people. If you have the slightest doubt, the smallest concern, I won't do it to you. I love you more than to just use you for a story." Jeff's face told Michael he meant every word.
Michael thought for a second. "It seems to me that I've already `outed' myself to everyone I work with. By now it will be all over the company. And they aren't people I care about. In fact the only one I really care about is you, and I guess by now you already know I'm gay." He smiled at last, and Jeff broke into a huge grin, throwing his arms around Michael's neck, and kissing him hard. "I'll do it!" said Michael, certainty in his voice. "And what about Tim? He might back us up."
"Do you know how to reach him? If he would agree, that'd be even better," Jeff said.
"I know where he lives -- I dropped him there yesterday afternoon."
"Then, we'll go and see him, ask him if he'll help," declared Jeff.
"We?"
"Michael, this is my way of backing you up, but it's also what I do, remember? This is one time when being well known gives me the upper hand." Jeff went quiet for a moment, another look of deep thought on his face. In a quieter, less certain tone, he continued. "There's something else I want to ask you," he said.
Michael felt uncertainty again, at the unusual tone of his man. "Go ahead," he replied.
"This is completely apart from any story, completely separate from what happened."
Michael's concern grew. What was Jeff getting at?
"I've been trying to find a way to ask for a while now, but yesterday's events have given me the best reason ..." Jeff faltered again. "Michael, I, um, " his eyes were down, and for once he was lost for words.
Michael reached for him, lifted Jeff's chin with his hand so they looked directly into each other's eyes. "Jeff, whatever it is, I love you. So just ask, okay? It can't be all that bad."
"Move in here with me? Permanently? If you don't have a job, then there's no point staying so far away, and I want us to be together always." Jeff blurted out in one breath.
Michael was stunned, taken completely by surprise, and for a moment he couldn't speak. Slowly, he found his voice again. "Are you sure? I'm about to become `a known homosexual'. Do you want someone with that reputation living in your home?"
"More than anything!" Jeff replied quickly. "After all, your address is not going to be advertised or publicised. A few people will have to know, but maybe it's about time I started to open the closet door just a fraction too."
Michael's eyes were moist, his heart beating fast. "Okay," he whispered, and Jeff's face lit up. "Thank you."
It was Jeff's turn now to wipe away a tear. "Thank you! Michael, I love you."
After they'd eaten, they dressed in casual clothes and Phillip readied the car. On the way back to Michael's flat they talked about the story, Jeff explaining in detail the way that he wanted to approach it, discussing with Michael the need for Michael to tell his story on camera and what that would mean -- that everyone would know Michael was gay, and what had happened to him. Michael now seemed unconcerned.
"So everyone knows!" he said. "I guess it's about time. In a way, it actually feels good. No longer pretending to be something I'm not, no longer hiding my real self from people. Not that there's anyone much who matters anyway."
"I'm proud of you!" Jeff suddenly declared, "For doing this, and for being prepared to be yourself in the most public way imaginable. Maybe even a little jealous of you; sometimes I wish I could be my true self as well."
Michael grinned at him. "I suppose it'll make it hard to get another job though." This last comment was almost a spoken thought.
"Yes," agreed Jeff, "it probably will, at least in the short term and in that field. But you don't have to work in that area if you don't want."
"I can't do anything else," was Michael's response. "No experience, no skills, no education. I'm not really an attractive prospective employee, am I?"
"Then do something about it." Jeff took on an authoritative tone. "You've got the brains, you just need teaching. Why don't you go back to school, get your certificate? And then if you want you can go on to university, or whatever."
"And how am I going to do that without a lot more money than I have?"
Jeff smiled uncomfortably. "Michael, you and I are a couple. I love you, and I intend us to be together forever. And that means that my money is yours. For anything you need, including the best education you can get."
Michael didn't answer, just slid down and rested his head on Jeff's shoulder, snuggling into his man again. He was happier than he had ever thought possible.
"And ..." Jeff's tone had changed, he was quieter, and there was a gleam in his eye. " ... if you're around OUR place all day, then you can get started on fitting out our basement, can't you?"
"Mmm," was the response.
"I mean it!" Jeff murmured into Michael's ear. "I really want to turn the basement into a leather paradise. I was thinking black leather everywhere, with a mattress covered in it, maybe even a sling ... ?"
"Yeah?" Michael could hardly keep the excitement, or the lust, from his voice. "Were you serious about getting your nipple pierced too?" he asked, letting his hand rest lightly on the developing bulge between Jeff's legs.
"Uh huh," Jeff nodded.
"Then we'll both do it. Get a piercing each, to match each other. And maybe we can buy ourselves some `toys'," Michael hissed with a huge grin. The bulge under his hand twitched as Jeff's heart beat faster.
"Now you're talking, stud!" he said.
When they arrived at the house where Michael had left Tim the previous afternoon, Jeff followed Michael up to the front door. It opened to Michael's knock, and Tim stood there, a curious expression on his face.
"Hi," said Michael. "Tim, I'd like you to meet ..."
Tim's eyes had widened and his jaw dropped as he recognised the man behind his visitor.
"Jeff Shaw!" he gasped. "Holy shit! I mean, uhh, sorry about that. Come in, please."
Jeff shook Tim's hand, and the three men sat on a small sofa in Tim's living room. Jeff took the lead in the conversation right away.
"Tim, Michael has told me what happened to the two of you yesterday. I don't know if you realise, but what they have done -- dismissing you because you're gay, is against the law. I want to do a story on it, show them up as the bigoted, prejudiced people they are. If you'll help, I am sure we can really make them squirm."
Tim nodded, listening carefully after getting over his initial shock at a famous TV star showing up on his doorstep. "Why?" he asked.
"Well," Jeff spoke truthfully, "To begin with, it's what I do. I get a lot of satisfaction out of helping people who are being brow-beaten unjustly by others for whatever reason. Of course, it's stories like this that have made my show popular, and I'll be honest with you -- it means I'm using you guys in a way, because it boosts my ratings and that means I make more money. But it also means I can help you too. You probably won't get your jobs back, but I believe you are entitled to be paid compensation for unfair dismissal, and you'll get a chance to take some revenge on the ones who did it at the same time."
Tim grinned. "I like your honesty. And I like the idea of getting back at them. Are you prepared to do this?" he said to Michael.
"Yep," Michael answered in a resolute voice.
"Then so will I," declared Tim. "My family and friends all know I'm gay, so that's not a problem. I've never tried to hide it, but those arseholes just wouldn't let me be," he said vehemently.
Jeff explained again how he intended to do the story, including confronting their supervisor on the site, in front of all the other men, with the cameras rolling. He gave Tim his office phone number, and got a number where he could contact Tim to finalise arrangements. Finally, Jeff and Michael stood to go. Tim thanked them both, then a look of curiosity came over him.
"How did you do this?" he said to Michael. "I would have no idea how to contact Mr Shaw or how to get him interested in a story like ours."
Michael blushed bright red, unprepared for the question. An awkward silence followed as Michael grimaced, trying to find an acceptable answer, but Jeff came to his rescue.
"Tim," he said, conspiratorially, "this is just between us, okay?"
Tim nodded eagerly.
"Michael and I are lovers!"
Tim's gaping look of astonishment was matched only by that of Michael.
"Jeff! You didn't have to ..." Michael began, as Jeff took his hand.
"Yes I did. Tim deserved to know, and you deserved my honest support. And you know, it feels good to have said it!" Jeff beamed, somehow proud and thrilled at his confession to an almost stranger. He spun around, and kissed Michael full on the lips, his arms going around Michael's shoulders before they broke apart again to make their good-byes. This time, Jeff handed Tim another piece of paper with a number written on it. "Tim, this is our home number, if you ever want to call either of us, for advice or help, or even just a chat."
Tim wore a grin which stretched from ear to ear. "Thanks, guys, for everything," he said with feeling. "And your secret's safe with me for as long as you want."
On the way home, Michael held Jeff's hand in his, squeezing tightly. "Thanks for that," he said.
"I meant it, and I'm glad I did it," said Jeff.
That night Michael insisted on dressing Jeff himself, after he had already garbed himself in the close fitting, supple black leather of his harness and chaps. He wore a leather cushioned pouch which cradled his balls, and a snap on cod-piece which only served to make his impressive cock look even bigger within its black hide envelope. Standing in his beautiful leathers, he carefully, tenderly, fitted each piece of Jeff's gear onto the body of his muscular slaveboy. When he was done, Michael stood back, and had Jeff turn full circle before him.
"What are you doing?" Jeff asked.
"Taking in the best view in the world!" Michael declared.
He feasted his eyes on the hunk before him, let his gaze roam over the powerful legs encased in gleaming leather, every muscle and sinew highlighted in black. He watched Jeff's buns dimple as he turned, delighting in the white skin framed by the jet black chaps. Jeff's wide shoulders were criss-crossed by belts of shining leather and his perfect chest underlined by the same dark hide straps, the silver metal rings bringing the hard brown nubs of his nipples into sharp relief, and Michael pictured a silver circle piercing that sensitive flesh. The mysterious allure of Jeff's hooded and anonymous face was so erotic, and Michael sighed as his cock surged within its casing. He ogled the dark triangle of polished leather at Jeff's groin unashamedly. Two full rounded orbs of black were distinctly visible beneath a long, inviting tube of masculinity within that delicious pouch of hide, the shape of Jeff's cock accentuated by the gripping leather.
Jeff rotated in front of his man happily. The thought of Michael just standing and examining him was a turn-on, and he had the added benefit of looking back, and seeing the muscular, leathered figure of his lover staring at him. He concentrated on the enjoyment of seeing Michael, his master, standing there, legs apart, arms crossed, head high and eyes covered by the glasses and lowered cap. Michael's lower body was a wall of shimmering black leather as he stood on pillars of dark hide which led to the bulging package of supple shining material holding his manhood. The polished blackness of his gauntlets and arm bands held his strong limbs in check, and the X of his harness stood out against his skin. Jeff was in paradise.
Bringing the exhibition to an end, Jeff leaned forward to his man, and placed his mouth gently against Michael's lips. They kissed, soft and tender but protracted, savouring the taste of each other, and then Jeff lowered his face and slowly let his tongue trace the line of Michael's harness toward the nipples. Finding his target, he licked and nibbled, bit and blew at the hard brown skin, making Michael groan with delight. Jeff could easily imagine those nubs ringed with silver, and his cock twitched again.
Further he went, lower and lower, licking at the sculpted ridges of Michael's abdomen, feeling the lines of defined muscle beneath his tongue. Inch by inch he dropped his head, and felt Michael's hands on the soft leather hood he wore, holding him firmly and massaging his skull through the hide. Finally Jeff reached his objective, his eyes lining up with the long bulging tube of black leather at Michael's pelvis. He stopped and stared for a long moment, watching the living flesh surge against the covering of polished hide, seeing the roiling balls below move within their envelope of leather. Tentatively, Jeff licked out, his tongue making contact with the bulging log. And then he attacked it, biting at the leather encased meat, chewing on Michael's cock right through the pouch, gnawing at the cod-piece which protected Michael's fleshy manhood. He felt Michael grip even more firmly at his hood, and as Jeff attacked the hidden prick, he revelled at the pressure of Michael's grinding against his face.
Then Michael's hands were lifting him away, pulling him to his feet. Jeff followed the command, and ached with anticipation as Michael lowered him gently onto the bed, towering over him in leather glory. He watched as Michael slowly removed the cod-piece, liberating the rod of throbbing male flesh beneath. Jeff wanted that long thick pole, needed to feel it pierce his hole and fill his body. He pleaded with Michael with his eyes, and his man leaned forward to satisfy the urge they both felt. As Jeff watched, Michael stood over him, Michael's cock jutting proud and rigid, pointing out and up from his body, throbbing. A droplet of precum appeared at the slit and Jeff ached to lick that sweet juice from the spongy flesh. Michael took a generous helping of lube, and coated his weapon, so that it glistened in the candlelight, shining and strong, as Jeff lifted his knees and spread his legs to invite the monster to invade him, to spear itself into his welcoming gut.
Jeff breathed deeply as he lay back, subservient again. He got a brief whiff of tangy sweetness from the lubricating gel, and then the aroma of leather mixed with the musk of his lover flowed over him. He looked up, seeing again the low visor and capped head of his man, the blank mirrors of the glasses he wore hiding his eyes and adding en erotic mystery to him, a masterful sense of domination that Jeff needed, wished for. As Michael's body bent forward and over him, to cover him and possess him, Jeff tingled with excited anticipation. He felt the throbbing solidity of Jeff's cockhead press against his puckering hole, and willed himself to relax and enjoy the fulfillment of his man's love.
Slowly, Michael inched forward, and Jeff pushed back in response. His anus resisted for a moment, and then gave up its fight, and Michael's mushroom cap slid through his sphincter, holding him open and sending shockwaves of joy through his body. He clenched himself around the thick shaft, thrilling to the feeling of being filled, and then relaxed again as his lover drove that meaty prong deeper into his body. Jeff moaned quietly as the throbbing, hot poker made contact with his prostate, and his own cock twitched within its leather case as Michael's rod sank into him, the shaft massaging his erogenous knot of nerves as it did. He let out a soft "hmff" as Michael plunged himself in for the last few centimetres, and Jeff felt the smooth textured hide of the leather envelope holding his man's nuts slam against his bare butt cheeks.
Immediately, Michael began a slow, steady pumping motion and Jeff matched the rhythm, wrapping his legs around Michael's body and drawing him in with each thrust, holding him tightly as he withdrew. Jeff delighted to the gentle loving as Michael took possession of his body. He thrilled to the warm erotic friction of Michael skewering his arse hole, and marvelled at the joyous wonder of Michael's naked cock within himself. Michael's manhood was a hot, twitching log of veiny muscle, filling his rectum. There was no pain, no discomfort, nothing but pure pleasure. Jeff had always enjoyed being fucked, but never in his most vivid imaginings had he thought that the lack of a thin latex sheath could make such an indescribable difference to the sensations he experienced as the living tower of naked, trembling flesh spiked its way into his bowels. He felt so alive, and tingled with passionate sensuality as the velvety steel of Michael's sword probed deep into his welcoming gut.
For over an hour, Jeff lay there in ecstatic delight as Michael probed and plunged at him, burying that long thick weapon deep into Jeff's bowel, or pulling back until only the swollen head remained clenched within Jeff's arse, and then driving forward again. Jeff gasped and groaned with pleasure as Michael sped up or slowed down the tempo of his thrusting assault, bringing both of them to the edge many times before easing back to prolong the total pleasure they shared. For all that time, Jeff's body ached and trembled as he held Michael's log of manflesh within him, taking ownership of that part of Michael's anatomy that gave him so much pleasure. He was consumed by the incredibly erotic feelings as Michael's cock ploughed his hole, and Michael's leather encased body covered him and leaned over him. He felt the gripping tension of the harness straps taut around his chest, and the firm textured leather of the hood encasing his head. His own legs provided added stimulation, lifted up and locked around Michael's waist, shining and black within his chaps of polished leather.
Jeff could have wished for this long deep humping to continue all night. He was in ecstasy as Michael fucked him, but the natural urges of male lust grew in both men. Michael's tempo steadily increased. The speed and force with which he thrust at Jeff built up and up, and Jeff reacted with more and more clenching, humping might. Their coupling changed from a slow union to a thumping, heaving rut as they gasped and groaned, hissed and humped in animalistic passion. Jeff gripped at Michael with his arms, his legs and his arse, as Michael pistoned in and out of Jeff's hole, pounding deeper and deeper, harder and harder at the soft wet heat of Jeff's cavern. Jeff felt his body jerked and pounded, shoved and impaled as Michael fucked him hard, and Jeff fucked back. Knowing that he was close, Jeff reached sideways for a bottle of amyl, and quickly took a long breath. He handed the stuff to Michael, who also sniffed deeply without breaking his motion.
As the effect of the drug began to hit Jeff's body, every nerve tingling, every sensation magnified, he reached up to Michael's chest, and pinched then twisted at the hard brown nubs of his man's nipples. The combination of Jeff's pulling at his tits with the rush of the amyl and the already peaking sensations at his groin sent Michael over the edge. He gave a strangled cry of pure lust, and rammed his cock deeper than ever into Jeff, impaling his lover as his rod swelled and buried itself to the hilt inside Jeff's body. Jeff saw Michael tremble above him, heard the yell, and shook from the final pounding of Michael against him. He felt the twitching of that amazing sword inside his rectum, and as Michael began to shudder, rocked with the spasms of climax, he swore he could sense the thick hot cream of his man's ejaculate filling his bowel. Still holding onto Michael's nips, he felt the wave of passion build up inside himself and surrendered to it as his orgasm crashed through his body, rocking him as his balls exploded and his cock emptied itself, drowning his groin in cum, filling the leather pouch and leaking out onto his stomach.
As the peak of abandon passed and the power of their explosion ebbed, Jeff sighed for joy. Michael slowly began to withdraw, gently pulling his still solid masculinity from Jeff's reluctantly clenching sphincter. They separated, then Michael rolled back to his lover again, throwing his arm over Jeff's chest, holding him tight and kissing him long. In the hazy glow of recovery, sharing the descent from the ultimate coupling, they smiled and held each other. Michael let his fingers wander down Jeff's torso, and Jeff grinned when Michael reached into the leather pouch over Jeff's groin, to find the sticky lake of cum deposited there. Scooping Jeff's ejaculate onto his fingers, Michael licked at his hand, tasting the very essence of Jeff. Jeff rolled to him, and they kissed again, passing that oozing manjuice between them and sharing the cocktail of their fucking.
"Thank you!" whispered Jeff into his lover's ear.
"Thank YOU!" was Michael's response, and they lay together, holding each other close.
To be continued ...
This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!