*** !!WARNING!! ***
Gay fiction about to begin!
If you're not old enough please come back when you are. If you're not allowed to see this wherever you're accessing it from-don't say I didn't warn you to leave. And last but not least-if you are offended by the thought of homosexuality then you're in the wrong place please go back the way you came in or you will be offended.
Finally! This chapter has more than just talk or cuddling. There will probably not be enough lovemaking in here for some, and others will want to know why I have any at all. That question should be answered by the time you reach the end-at least I hope it is.
I would also like to say I really appreciate the praise, suggestions, and encouragement from everyone who has read the previous chapters. You've made this first posting a worthwhile and rewarding experience for which I sincerely thank you. I hope this chapter lives up to that, but as a friend once told me, "This ain't great literature."
It has been suggested that this could go on for up to 20 more chapters. While I won't say I'll never go beyond chapter 4, I see this as a `natural' end to this particular story line, but I won't say that these two characters won't show up again. They've become more real to me as each chapter was written.
Now that you've been properly prepared-and warned . . . The story concludes . . .
He stared at Ian. He was shocked that he would say such a thing. He had never thought of him as liking rough sex. "What makes you think that's what I want?" He was confused. "Your clients were rough and it got you hot and bothered. Are you saying you don't want us to try it?" Ian raised his eyebrows. He shook his head, "No, not really. Besides, that's not your style, man." "My style doesn't matter this time." Ian shrugged. "It always matters to me." He protested. "Why would this time be any different?" Ian sighed and rolled off to lie on his side next to his red headed lover. Ian licked the tip of his own index finger then used the moistened finger to lightly trace around his young lover's nearest nipple. Ian's finger caused an electric sensation that made his red headed lover inhale sharply. He looked up to see Ian looking him in the eyes, "Because my handsome stud, while I watched you sleeping all I could think about was how beautiful you looked and how much I wanted to give you pleasure." He snorted, "I'm not so handsome, or beautiful." Ian lightly brushed his lover's cheek with the back of his fingers. Gazing deeply in to the younger man's eyes Ian said, "Maybe not to you, my sweet and humble Love, but you are all of that to me." He felt the warmth spread over his face and turned away. Damn it, Ian could embarrass him every time. He felt Ian shifting on the bed. He did not have to look to see what was going on. He could feel the silk of Ian's pajamas against his hips and sides. Ian had bought a matching pair for each of them and he usually wore them, but he had been too tired to even put on a pair of underwear when he climbed in to bed the night before. At the moment he was thankful for that. He felt Ian's hand gently take a hold of his chin and slowly turn his face back toward him. There was a look of passion in Ian's eyes that left him feeling overwhelmed because he knew it was all for him. He raised his face but a hand on his chest stopped him. He gave Ian a questioning look. The smile came back, but the evil was gone and the love shown on Ian's face. "I'm still hungry." Ian said. "And I've decided I'm going to linger over you for dessert." He started to protest, but Ian's hand came off his chest and dropped gently on his mouth. "Dessert doesn't talk and it doesn't participate. It's just lays there and gets enjoyed." Ian's voice was a low whisper. He nodded and relaxed sinking back on to the bed. This was Ian's style though he usually got to participate. Ian raised up and for a moment all he could see was a pajama top. Then he felt lips gently kiss his forehead. Then Ian's face reappeared in front of him. Ian's eyes immediately found his lover's eyes below him. Slowly, Ian lowered his face until his Roman nose barely touched the tip of his lover's nose. He tried to convey through his eyes how much he wanted Ian to kiss him. Ian either did not see it or it was not part of his plan because he slowly rotated his face so that their noses gently danced together. He inhaled taking a deep breath. His desire for Ian was not going to make this easy. Ian kissed him lightly on the lips then and before he could stop himself he raised his head to return the kiss. Ian pulled away from him. He looked longingly at Ian, but Ian just waited. God this was torture, but he loved it. Finally, he relaxed letting Ian know that he understood he was just to lay there and enjoy it. Ian leaned forward and the warm breath and moist lips were in his ear. He closed his eyes and fought the urge to wrap his arms around Ian. It felt unnatural, but he just managed to resist the urge. He felt the moist tip of Ian's tongue gently caress just the first ridge in his ear. He trembled involuntarily and clenched his fists. He swore to any deity listening that he was going to pay Ian back for this if it was the last thing he did. He could not believe that Ian's breath could grow even warmer in his ear. He gave a soft contented moan of approval. Apparently that was acceptable, because Ian did not stop. He felt Ian's tongue play gently with the hoop in his ear. He felt anxiety as Ian playfully pulled on the lobe, but the gentleness let him know Ian knew what he was doing. Usually, he took his earrings out before he crawled in to bed, but last night he had been too tired to care. As far as he could remember this was the first time he had worn them when Ian was nibbling on his ears. Then Ian's lips moved down his neck and he turned away to expose his throat. Ian's warm breath sent shivers up his spine as Ian's lips gently kissed along the thick cord of his lover's neck. Ian paused a moment when he reached the depression where the cord of his young lover's neck joined to the collarbone. He moaned as Ian's tongue gently explored him there. It was not the first time he felt Ian's tongue on his body yet he never grew tired of it. He wondered if it was because no one wanted to do this for him when they were paying for it. They were all interested in him making them feel good. A moment later, he felt Ian's tongue and lips begin a slow journey up the other side of his neck. He had to fight the urge to take Ian's face in his hands and kiss him. He prayed that Ian would kiss him again soon. Ian was tonguing his other earring now. He felt Ian's lips gently taking the earring and his earlobe into his mouth and felt Ian's tongue gently probing the metal loop. He did not feel nervous at all this time.
The sensation of Ian's warm breath in his ear sent more shivers racing along his spine and he worked his hands clenching and unclenching the sheets. Soon, Ian's tongue was gently probing the inner ridge of his other ear. His body tensed even more and he clenched the sheets in his fists. Just laying here while Ian made love to him was going to drive him insane. After what seemed like an eternity, Ian rose over him and he found Ian's deep brown eyes looking in to his emerald green ones. He hoped Ian would understand the pleading in his eyes for a kiss. Ian leaned forward and kissed his forehead softly, then calmly and slowly, Ian kissed each of his eyelids. Then Ian kissed the tip of his nose, and then his cheeks, and finally his chin. Desperate, he was about to lose it when Ian finally kissed his lips. Ian kissed him with slowly burning passion. The kiss lasted for several long moments until they both needed air. Ian found his eyes as he broke the kiss. Their breathing was ragged as they stared at each other. It took only a moment before Ian moved down. Ian never took his eyes from his lover's green eyes as he began kissing down the valley of the red head's smooth defined chest. When Ian reached the bottom of his lover's chest he moved to his lover's right. He watched Ian softly kiss as he moved around toward his nipple. He watched as Ian reached his right nipple. He gasped when Ian's tongue flicked out and teased his nipple. He noted the sudden sparkle in Ian's brown eyes. He realized Ian was getting as much enjoyment from giving pleasure as he was receiving it. For a few moments, Ian played and suckled his nipple. He laid his head back and closed his eyes enjoying the sensations. It was incredible how such a tiny bump of flesh could send so much pleasure through his entire body. Eventually, Ian moved from the nipple. He opened his eyes and looked to find Ian had never stopped watching his eyes. Ian moved to the left kissing along the outline of his lover's chest. Then Ian's lips and tongue settled on the left nipple. "Oh God," he gasped softly while he thought, here we go again. Ian chuckled softly against his chest, but never stopped toying with his lover's nipple. This time he watched and listened to the soft sounds of lips against his flesh. Ian first tickled the tip of his nipple with the end of his tongue. Ian slowly circled the nipple and then encircled the entire thing with his lips. Ian gently suckled it for a few moments and would then gently close his teeth around the bump of flesh and pull gently. He inhaled when Ian did that. Ian's teeth were hard and sharp, he found it almost impossible to believe they could be so tender-or erotic. He loved it. Finally, much to his disappointment, Ian stopped what he was doing to his lover's nipple and moved back to the center of his chest. He watched as Ian started kissing down the center of his stomach. Ian moved unhurried much to his lover's chagrin. He wanted nothing more than to feel Ian's lips pleasuring-what was to him-the center of his manhood. But damned if Ian was not taking his sweet time reaching that center. The twinkle in Ian's eyes told him that Ian knew exactly what he wanted. He realized that Ian would eventually get around to it, but he wished Ian would get on with it. He watched as Ian kissed gently downward along the center of his stomach. His abdominal muscles did not please him because they were not as ripped as those body builders in the muscle mags. He had good definition and Ian thought his stomach was perfect, but he wanted more for both of them. As Ian reached his navel, the red head knew he would pause there. His navel was an outtie' that seemed to hold great fascination for Ian that he never lost interest in exploring even after three years. Ian once said he had never had a lover with a raised belly button before. Ian had been delighted to discover that a raised navel was as sensitive to a playful tongue as his young lover's nipples. Ian did not immediately attack the belly button. Instead, kissed around it. Ian's warm breath against that part of his lover's body sent shivers shooting through his stomach and up his spine. He involuntarily trembled but he was far from cold. After a complete circle around it, Ian treated his lover's navel to the same stimulation as he had given the nipples. He gripped the bed as Ian's tongue made those lazy circles around his raised flesh. He shook, dimly aware of the goose bumps on his arms. Ian was suckling his belly button now. He was not sure what was going to happen next. He knew what he hoped for, but nothing had gone exactly as he had hoped so far. He had to admit to himself that it was better. Finally, Ian moved down but did not touch his lover's loins' with either his mouth or his hands. Instead, Ian reached up and brushed his fingers through his own hair. Ian pulled his hair forward to hang in front of his face. Ian's hair was just long enough to hang down and obscure his forehead and eyes. Ian leaned forward and let his hair gently brush his lover's groin. Ian's hair caress felt like a cross between feathers and a light breeze as the hair brushed over his lover's flesh. He gasped as the hair caressed back and forth where the head of his erection joined to the shaft. This was a new trick in Ian's repertoire and one he hoped he would use again. Ian began slowly moving up his body caressing side to side with his hair. The hair sent new sensations through his abdomen that were different from anything he had ever felt before. He was hard pressed not to laugh when the hair reached his ribs. He was tickled and caressed at the same time. He immediately changed his mind about Ian using this technique again. Eventually, Ian reached his throat and after a few ticklish swipes stopped. He watched Ian raise his head and they once again looked in each other's eyes. Ian leaned forward and kissed him again. He could feel more urgency in Ian's kiss this time, and knew there was more in his own. Several breathless moments later Ian pulled back and stared at him- panting. The stayed like that for several seconds before either of them spoke. Ian was the first. "Did you like that?" He nodded not quite trusting his voice to work. Ian smiled, "I remembered reading about that in the book you gave me." He swallowed, "I'm afraid to ask what else was in it." Ian chuckled, "You won't have to ask. I'll show you later." He groaned, "I thought you'd say that." "The monkey is ready for a big banana." Ian whispered. He smiled. Ian had given his erection the nickname big banana' the first time he saw it. It was because his hard flesh was not straight like Ian's or any of his clients. His erection curved off to the left. The first time Ian had called it that had been very embarrassing, but that ended when Ian swallowed' the whole thing a few moments later. Afterward, Ian burst out laughing when his young lover said that the monkey had been hungry. Now it was their private joke. He would ask Ian if he had given the monkey his daily banana. Sometimes, Ian would ask if he had remembered to buy a banana for the monkey. They each knew what the other wanted even in public. When Ian said it just then he knew the wait was almost over. Casually, Ian moved back down toward the foot of the bed. Ian was in no hurry as he spread his lover's legs. He did not resist but let Ian go at the unhurried pace he wanted. Ian settled between his lover's legs and looked up at his lover searching his face. He smiled. He knew Ian was not asking his permission because he already had that. Ian just wanted to see the pleasure that was about to play over his lover's face. Ian started by running his moist tongue along the crevice where the head of his lover's erection joined the shaft up toward the opening at the tip. His breath caught and he tensed as Ian began to seriously enjoy `dessert'. He closed his eyes. He felt Ian lift his erection holding it at the base with his hand. Then he felt the moist tip of a tongue slowly probe under and around the head of his erection. He sighed as Ian pleasured him. He remembered the first time Ian had done this for him. Ian's skill that first time had was great, but the more he learned of his young red headed lover the better that skill had become. Ian had moved and was suckling his sack. Ian gently sucked in one nut and treated it like a piece of hard candy gently sucking and rolling his tongue around it. Then he would trade it for the other and repeat the process. The pressure of each nut as it was sucked in to Ian's mouth was the only part that had any discomfort, but nothing he would not willingly endure. He opened his eyes and looked down as Ian changed tactics. He watched Ian kiss up the curved shaft of his hard on. Ian's attention had been focused on the erection he was kissing. But as Ian reached the top of the head he looked up in to his lover's eyes. He knew what was coming as Ian opened his mouth and slowly lowered his head. Ian never took his eyes away. He felt the warmth of Ian's mouth. The back of Ian's mouth on the head of his erection and then a slight pressure as Ian swallowed him. Slowly, he saw Ian take him all the way until his lover's nose touched his shaved pelvis. He shaved because that was the preference of all his clients. Ian often did the shaving for him. He had always wondered why. Ian said it was his way of showing his acceptance, but he suspected Ian was worried he would cut himself because Ian was always very careful. Ian was studying his face as he slowly raised and lowered himself on his younger lover's erection. The pressure on his flesh as it slid down Ian's throat was incredible. He pulled on the sheets fighting the urge to wrap his legs around Ian's head and thrust his hips forward. He knew Ian would not mind, but Ian had wanted him to just lie there and enjoy this so he would. Ian kept it up this technique taking breaths each time he reached to top of the stroke. He realized this must be one of the other things Ian had learned. Judging by the pressure he felt building low in his groin it would not take long. It was only a few moments later that he had to warn Ian, "I'm getting close." Ian had been half way up and finished pulling off his excited lover. Ian wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked. Ian's grip was strong just the way his lover liked it as he stroked him quickly. He was sorry Ian had to do that, but it was the only way. Ian would not let him wear a rubber when they made love. It was not that Ian would not use protection, but he had some funny belief that people committed to each other should not need to. As a compromise, Ian had agreed not to get his lover's cum on or inside himself. They were both tested regularly for diseases and so far they were safe. It had been a strange argument. He was closer than he thought because it only took a few strokes and he felt the pressure in him burst. As he went over the top he could not help himself he cried out. Starting in his groin, wave after wave of euphoria washed over him as his sexual tension was released. He could not help squirming as his body released tension that had built up from the clients from the night before and Ian's efforts. Somehow, Ian managed to hang on. He closed his eyes, but Ian watched his lover's cum erupt in long streams from the end of an angry red erection. Ian felt it pulse in his grip as the milky fluid exploded. The fluid landed spattering on his young lover's stomach. Ian smiled feeling the satisfaction that comes with pleasing the needs of someone you love. Eventually his orgasm subsided and he stopped squirming. He could not talk because he did not have the breath to spare. He could see the satisfied smile on Ian's face and was pleased that Ian got something from this too. Ian rose from him and went up to the stand beside the bed. Ian opened the drawer, reached in, and withdrew a box of moist wipes. This was another of Ian's rituals after his young lover came. He watched as Ian took out a wipe and then began to clean off his lover. The wipes were cool and moist against his skin as Ian wiped away cum. He let Ian do this because Ian enjoyed it, and he begrudgingly admitted to himself that he liked it too. "You really did get worked up last night." Ian observed calmly as he finished up and dropped the used wipe in the trash. "The last time you made that big of a mess was the first time I gave you a blow job." He could only grin at the pleasant memories that brought up. He had been excited and nervous at the same time. None of his clients had ever offered to give him head. When Ian offered he realized that their relationship was not to be that of a client and an escort.
As finally regained his breath, Ian slipped up beside him and wrapped his arm around his chest. Ian nuzzled his ear and just cuddled with him while his body came down from its euphoria. He wrapped his own arms around the arm cuddling him. He looked in to Ian's eyes and for the first time realized everything that Ian had said was true. He was special to Ian. At that moment he believed he could have been an ax murderer and it would not matter at all to Ian. After all, did not ax murderers have mothers that loved them? Finally his body relaxed enough that he could talk. "Thank you." He said squeezing Ian's strong arm. "For what?" Ian sounded genuinely surprised. "I'm not stupid." He said quietly. "I know what you were doing." "What do you think I was doing?" Ian could really sound sincere. "Playing therapist. You were treating me like I was your client to make me feel special-like I deserved you." "Is that what I was doing?" Ian's voice was gentle and warm. "You know damn well that's what you were doing." He said speaking just as softly. "Hmm," Ian pondered. Then he asked, "Did it work?" "More than usual." He smiled softly. Ian grinned obviously pleased with himself. "I'm quitting." He said suddenly. It was just as big a surprise to him as it was to Ian judging by the look on his face. He wondered, when did I decide that? Then Ian's eyes filled with concern, "Quitting?" "I'm not going to hook anymore." He said. "Are you sure?" Ian asked cautiously. He nodded enjoying the feeling of certainty that warmed him inside. Though sudden, the decision felt right. This was something he-they both-wanted. "Any idea what you want to do?" Ian asked. He shook his head. "I guess I could work at the restaurant." "You don't have to." Ian said. "Unless you want to." He shrugged, "I gotta' do something. As much as you'd enjoy it, I can't spend all my time like this." Ian laughed, "No, I guess not." Then Ian grew serious, "Give it some thought for a couple of days. You don't have to decide right away." "Okay." He said. Ian hugged him tighter and kissed his forehead. "I love you, Jeremy." Ian whispered softly. Jeremy smiled and snuggled closer in to Ian's loving embrace.
*** . . . The End. . . ***