Sleepy Days, Come No More
Chapter 8
The two weeks passed quickly. Our blood work came back and everything was in order. I worked and spent the majority of my free time with Blake. We practiced our oral skills a lot, though I was the one who required the most practice. It was great. I loved making Blake cum; it was one of my regular goals.
It was the night before our road trip and Blake and I had settled into bed early. He was holding me in his arms and we were discussing the impending trip.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked.
"Just hoping everything goes well." I said.
"Everything is going to be fine. My family is going to love you, and so are my friends." He kissed my neck. "I already told them all about you." He said.
"What exactly did you tell them?" I asked.
"I told them that you're the first guy I really loved, that you are smart, funny, and caring." He paused. "Oh, and that you are a super hot stud with an insatiable sexual appetite." He said with a laugh.
"Thank you for highlighting all of my best assets." I said.
"I didn't mention that plumb little ass of yours; I figured some things have to be seen in order to be fully appreciated." He said.
"You are a real asshole Mr. Mitchell." I said.
"Yes but you love the taste." He retorted.
We both laughed. We talked for a while longer and then went to sleep. Blake woke me up early the next morning. We completed our hygiene and got dressed. I packed food and entertainment for the trip, while Blake took our bags down. We ate a quick breakfast and then headed out.
We drove for hours, stopping along the way for gas, restroom breaks, and refreshments. It was nice; we talked and listened to music. Blake drove the majority of the way, but I convinced him to take a break. Apparently, Blake's family lived outside of Chicago in a suburb called Glencoe.
We arrived at his home in the afternoon. It was very different than I had imagined, it was huge. It was a two story Tudor style, with ornate stone work and lead glass windows; it was if we had been transported to the 16th century England. I stood there in amazement.
Blake took my hand, and said, "Come on, baby."
"Why didn't you tell me that you were rich?" I asked.
"I'm not rich. My family has money." Blake exclaimed.
"That is such a rich kid comment; my family has money. That includes you." I said.
"We are upper class, but we aren't the Trumps." He laughed.
We gathered our luggage from the car and he led me into the house. It was large, but it felt warm. We walked into a huge two story foyer; there was a sitting room to the left and right of the entry. There was a wide wooden staircase that sat on the opposite end of the room.
Blake led me upstairs and into the room that we would be sharing it, like the rest of the house it was large and impressive. We unpacked our things and took a shower. After we got dressed Blake took me to the kitchen and fixed us a snack. While we were eating a woman entered the room.
She was a medium built woman; she appeared to be in her late fifties. When she saw Blake she smiled broadly and ran toward him. Blake stood up and they embraced. He looked at me with one arm over the woman's shoulder and said, "This is him." He declared with a smile.
She looked at me and continued to smile, "This is Steven." She said.
I stood up and walked over to them. Blake looked to me and said, "This is our housekeeper, Liz."
I extended my hand to Liz, but she took my arm and pulled me in to an embrace. After, the embrace was over Liz said, "You're right Blake, he is so cute."
I blushed, "Thank you. Blake has told me a lot about you." I said.
"Yes, Blake is a very good boy." Liz said.
"Yes, he is a very good boy." I said with a smile.
Blake blushed, "When are mom and dad coming home?" He asked.
"Well, your father said he would be working late, and your mother is at the hair salon." Liz explained.
"Oh, well, I guess I'll give Steven a tour and then I'm going head over to the tailor." Blake announced.
"Okay, sweetie." Liz paused. "I'm going to make macaroni and cheese and homemade chicken fingers, your favorite." Liz said with a smile.
"Okay." Blake said cheerfully.
"What time should I serve?" Liz asked.
"We'll be back around 6 o'clock." Blake said.
"Okay, sweetie. Nice to meet you Steven." Liz said.
"Nice to meet you too Liz." I said.
Blake took my hand and led me around the house. He showed me each room. There were 17, including 7 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, various sitting rooms, a study, a home theatre, and a billiards room. It was really something. Then, we headed out to the tailor.
On the way to the tailor Blake pointed out numerous places, his high school, the park he used to play at, friends' houses, and so on. We stayed at the tailor's for about twenty minutes. Then we went to Joel's loft apartment. Joel was about 6'2, he had an athletic build, short black hair, and blue eyes. Blake and Joel hugged when we arrived. Blake introduced me and I shook Joel's hand.
"So, when did you guys get in?" Joel asked.
"A couple of hours ago." Blake said.
"Have you seen any of the guys yet?" Joel asked.
"No, we went right to my house and then to tailor's, now here." Blake said.
"Well, Jason and Adam were here earlier they are really excited about the bachelor party." Joel said.
"Yeah, I reserved the presidential suite at the Hyatt downtown. I figured we could have the bachelor party there and then we could crash there, because it's close to the church and to the reception site." Blake explained.
"That sounds good. Will there be strippers?" Joel asked.
"There will be strippers and plenty of liquor." Blake said.
"Great. So, what are you guys up to tonight?" Joel asked.
"Liz is cooking us dinner, so we're probably just going to stay in tonight. Introduce Steve to my parents." Blake said.
"Oh, so Steve are you excited about meeting the in-laws?" Joel asked with a grin.
"Excitement is one of the things I am feeling." I said.
"Well, if you are half as great as Blake has described I'm sure they will love you." Joel said.
"I hope so." I exclaimed.
"Where is Michele?" Blake asked.
"She and her mother are meeting with the wedding planner, finalizing whatever." Joel said.
"Michele is your fianc e?" I asked.
"Yeah." Joel said.
"How long were you together before the engagement?" I asked.
"We started dating in college; we became engaged right after graduate school. So about six years, four of the years we were in a committed relationship." Joel explained.
"Are you planning to propose?" Blake asked with a smirk.
"I would but Joel is clearly set on marrying Michele, I think it would be inappropriate to try to convince him not to." I retorted.
"Oh, Blake you got a live one." Joel said with a laugh.
"Yeah, he can be a regular smart ass." Blake said.
We stayed over Joel's place for about forty minutes, and then started back towards Blake's. When we arrived Liz told us to wash up for dinner. We ate and then played a game of monopoly with Liz. It was actually fun. After the game we had cake and coffee in the living room, I had milk.
"Steven have you introduced Blake to your parents, yet?" Liz asked.
"No, my parents aren't exactly supportive of my life style." I said.
"That's too bad, they should be proud to have such a wonderful son as you." Liz gushed.
"Thank you." I said with a smile.
"Do you like the cake?" Liz asked.
"It is delicious." I said.
"It's Blake's favorite. When he was a little boy he used to beg me to make him this exact cake." Liz explained.
"And you would always make it for me." Blake said with a smile.
"Well, you were a very persistent child." Liz exclaimed.
"I can certainly believe that." I said with a laugh.
"I have always been clear about what I want." Blake said.
"Steven, Blake told me that you have recently received a promotion?" Liz inquired.
"Yes, it is really a good thing for me, it is a management position and could lead to better things and provide me with some diversified work experiences." I explained.
"That sounds great, what exactly do you do?" Liz asked.
"I am a registered nurse, I have a degree in the science of nursing and in business administration, before I was just utilizing my nursing degree, but now I am less involved in direct patient care and more or less manage patient care in a supervisory capacity." I paused. "I review documentation of how patient treatment is administered and ensure that it is being done correctly, and I help implement ways to improve patient care and record management." I smiled. "I know it sounds boring but I really like this new position, it allows me to utilize my complete skill set, so I am very pleased." I explained.
"I am glad that you like what you are doing. Now, I know how Blake feels about you, but how do you feel about my sweetie pie?" Liz asked.
"Wow. Well, I love Blake; he is actually my first boyfriend. He is one the kindest people I have ever known. He is smart and funny and extremely dedicated to doing what he believes is right and I truly admire and respect that." I paused. "Oh, and he is extremely handsome, but you already knew that." I said.
"I like you Steven. Blake you have done well." Liz said.
"Yes, I have." Blake said.
We talked for a while longer and then Liz cleared the dishes and left to attend some household chores.
"So, you are really close to Liz?" I asked.
"Yes, she practically raised me and my sister. Our parents were away a lot, they were in town, they just kept extremely late hours." Blake explained.
"So, why didn't you tell me you were from a family of privilege?" I asked.
"It isn't a big deal to me. To be honest all the sacrifices my parents and their parents have made for this type of lifestyle, just doesn't seem worth it." He said.
"What did your grandparents do?" I asked.
"My paternal grandfather, Henry Blake Mitchell, II, owned a lot of real estate. Henry Blake Mitchell, I, was involved in bootlegging and numbers running, probably prostitution too. And that is the foundation of my father's family's fortune." Blake explained.
"Wow, you're like the Kennedys." I laughed.
"Well, they were more successful." Blake said with a smile.
"What about your mother's family?" I asked.
"Completely different story, my mother's father was a federal judge, and his father was a physician, as was his father before him." Blake answered.
"You are a total rebel. You have completely gone against the family grain; I'm surprised they haven't taken your door key." I said with a laugh.
"Well, I should be a lawyer and you should be dating a sweet young girl." Blake said.
"Touch Mr. Mitchell." I said.
"Come here baby." Blake instructed while extending his hand.
I took his hand and he pulled me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my chest and kissed my neck. "Baby, not here." I said.
"No one is here but us, and no one cares, they know we're gay." Blake said with a laugh.
"Why don't you take me upstairs and put me to bed, I'm awfully tired." I said flirtatiously.
"Do you want to practice your sex education?" He asked.
"Well, I am an obedient student, and if you feel it is best then I must comply." I said.
"Do you feel that, see what you do to me?" Blake asked.
"I guess you should hurry up and get me to the classroom." I said.
We stood and ran toward our room. We entered the room and immediately began to undress. Once we were completely nude, we climbed into bed.
"So, professor, what are you going to do to me, or have me do to you?" I asked flirtatiously.
"Why don't you come over here and take care of daddy." Blake said.
"Oh, now you're my daddy?" I asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, I'm your daddy." He said.
"Wow, this is turning very inappropriate, but I am a good boy and will follow instructions, because you are my instructor." I said as climbed on to Blake.
I sat on his crotch, while his rigid cock pressed into one of my cheeks. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his and pushed my hungry tongue into his mouth. I kissed him hard and passionately until I had to release him in order to catch my breath. I looked into his emerald eyes and smiled.
Next, I moved to his neck, kissing and licking my way from his neck to his crotch. I stopped during my voyage to take each nipple into my mouth and to give his navel an oral examination. Once I reached his crotch, I gave his cock a squeeze with my hand, and Blake moaned loudly.
"Is this what I am supposed to attend to professor?" I asked flirtatiously.
"Yes Mr. Greene that requires your immediate attention." He replied.
I licked his cock from the base to the head in very slow, long strokes until his shaft was slick. Then, I sucked on the head. He exhaled heavily in response. I removed my mouth from him and began to gently stroke his stiff cock with my hand. Then, I lowered my mouth on to him nearly to the base. I almost gagged from the size. I pulled up from him and allowing him to slip from my mouth.
I took a deep breath, and slowly sucked his cock little by little. I worked my head up and down his shaft, in long slow strokes, taking as much of him as I could. I could feel him pulse in my mouth. I started to fondle his balls with my hand, as I continued to suck his cock. He began to thrust into me.
I removed my mouth and stroked him with my hand. I took each of his balls into my mouth and sucked them, as I continued to stroke him with my hand. I could hear Blake moaning softly. I released his balls and returned to his cock. I bobbed up and down on his cock, increasing my speed with every motion.
Blake began to pump into my mouth and I began to suck harder and faster to push him toward his destination. Blake's breath was ragged and I could feel his body tense beneath me. I knew he was close. I removed my mouth from his throbbing cock, and began to furiously stroke him.
He released a loud guttural moan as he unleashed rope after rope of hot creamy cum, covering my hand and arm, as well as his stomach. I continued to stroke his wilting cock, draining it of every drop. I reached over the side of the bed and grabbed Blake's underwear. I cleaned my hand and arm, with the underwear and then cleaned Blake. After I had him all clean, I polished his cock with my tongue. I could taste the residue of his cum in my mouth, it was salty and tangy.
I lay my head on his stomach, full of contentment.
"Come here baby." Blake said through ragged breath.
I moved next to him and he took my head in his hands and kissed me on the forehead.
"How did I do professor?" I asked.
"You are my most gifted pupil." He said.
"I better be your only pupil." I said.
"I was referencing past pupils." He explained.
"Well, it is hard to go wrong when you're given such a fine specimen to work with." I said flirtatiously.
"You are so sexy, baby. I want you to turn over on your stomach so I can taste that pretty ass." He said.
I turned on to my stomach and waited for Blake to proceed. He instructed me to rise up on my knees and arch my back. I complied. He spread my cheeks and began to lick around my entry, sending surges through my body. He slowly pushed his tongue into me. I gasped.
He moved his tongue inside me from side to side, and then in circular motions. I closed my eyes and tried to keep steady breath. He began to thrust his wet tongue in and out of my warm hole. I began to push back toward him in desperation. It felt so good, and it was causing my now hard cock to drip.
I was becoming light headed as I rode wave after wave of pleasure. It was so intense that I was constantly losing my breath. My body was burning and I was beginning to sweat. Blake began to pump his tongue into me at a faster rate. I could no longer control myself; I started to rock back and forth, wanting more and more.
Blake withdrew from me, and I groaned from the loss. He instructed me turn on to my back, and I complied. He began to stroke my cock, using my precum as lube. I started to thrust into his hand; I was so aroused I just wanted release.
"Calm down baby, not yet." Blake said softly.
I fought my urges and stopped thrusting. I tried to relax and enjoy the attention. Then, he began to lick my cock from the base to the tip. Next, he stuck the tip of his tongue into my slit. This sent a sharp sensation through my prostate and into my stomach. He, then, began to suck the head.
I was trying desperately to control myself, but he was driving me toward the edge. He began to take more and more of me into his mouth until I was completely engulfed. He held me there in his mouth for a moment and then slowly raised his head up to the tip. He started to bob up and down on my shaft at a moderate pace.
I reached out and placed my hands on the back of his head and began to thrust into his mouth. He began to suck harder and faster. My toes started to curl and my body tensed. I was trembling beneath him. My cock began to throb, I couldn't hold on any longer.
"I'm going to cum." I exclaimed as I tried to pull Blake from me. He wouldn't break his hold and I began to fill his mouth with my load. I completely lost focus. I just lay there with my eyes closed trying to regain my breath.
Once I had settled and was able to focus, I realized that Blake had not released me. I reached and pulled him from me. He looked up at me with a smile and bit his lip. He worked his way between my legs and hovered above my head. I looked into his emerald eyes and there was a tinkle of self-satisfaction.
"You look pleased with yourself." I said with a smile.
"I am very pleased with myself." He replied.
"You have a little cream on the corner of your mouth." I said.
He licked the drop of cum from his mouth, "You are delicious." He said with a smirk.
I blushed, "Do you usually ingest semen?" I asked with a grin.
"No, I have only tasted mine, but you are special." He said and then leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, pushing his cum laced tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on his breath. It was a mixture of tang, salt, and bitterness.
He broke the kiss, "Did you taste it?" He asked with a grin.
"Yes." I said.
"It was great, right?" He asked.
"It was different." I said.
"No, baby, it was great. Love you so much." He said.
"I love you too." I said as I ran my fingers across his brow. "Come here, I want to hold you." I said.
He laid his chest against mine and I wrapped my arms around his back. I could feel his hair brush against my ear as he nestled against my shoulder. It felt so good to have Blake lying on top of me, I felt completely relaxed.
The next morning I woke in Blake's arms, there was a knock on the door. "Breakfast in twenty minutes." Liz announced.
"Good morning baby." Blake said and licked my neck.
I gasped, "Good morning, that feels nice." I said.
"It tastes good too." He said.
"You ready to get up?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said.
We climbed out of bed and freshened up for breakfast. The meal was served in a beautiful room off the kitchen, it wasn't the formal dining room, I guess it was the breakfast room. The room was encased by windows, and it overlooked a barren garden and a large covered pool. The house backed up to a wooded area, and boasted intricate landscaping, though, due to winter, there were no flowers.
We ate our breakfast and then returned to our room to shower and dress. Once we had completed these tasks we headed back downstairs.
"Are your parents home?" I asked.
"Probably not, they are rarely here. They come in late and leave out early." Blake explained.
"Oh, well I want to thank them for their hospitality." I said.
"We might see them tonight. They will surely be at the wedding; they are friends with Joel's parents." He said.
"Well, what is on our agenda?" I asked.
"I need to pick up my tuxedo, and go by the liquor store." He said.
"Isn't the wedding rehearsal tonight?" I asked.
"Yes, but we have plenty of time before that." He said.
"You want to play pool or throw darts or something?" He asked.
"Pool sounds good." I said.
We played a few games of pool, and then headed out to the tailor's. After we left the tailor's we went to a store that sold alcohol whole sale. He bought several cases of liquor. We loaded them in to the car and then he took me over to his friend Adam's place.
Adam was around 6 foot tall, he was slightly built, and had reddish brown hair. He and Blake hugged, and Blake introduced me. We went inside and Adam began to talk.
"So, Steven, what made you settle for this guy?" Adam asked with a laugh.
"I am a firm believer in charity, and there could be no greater cause." I said with a grin.
"Charity must be code for sex." Blake retorted.
I blushed, "Adam are you in the wedding also?" I asked.
"Yes, I am a groomsman." Adam said.
"Joel, Adam, Jason, and I were very close in high school." Blake said. "And Joel asked us all to be in the wedding, you'll meet Jason at the rehearsal." Blake said.
"Did you get the booze?" Adam asked.
"Yeah." Blake said.
"Good, I have a couple of kegs we can use at the party." Adam suggested.
"That would be cool, keg stands will be mandatory." Blake said with a laugh.
We hung out with Adam for a couple of hours. Blake and Adam mostly caught each other up with their respective lives. I interjected a thought or answered a question from time to time, but mostly I just listened.
When we arrived back at Blake's house there was a beautiful Mercedes parked in the driveway. Blake said that his mother was probably home. I felt a slight tightness in the pit of my stomach.
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