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This is my first posting ever, and I welcome any feedback - feel free to email me. Yes, I am a female writing about gay men - I fell asleep reading "Little Birds" (Anais Nin) last night and this is what I dreamt. Whether you like it or not, there will be more.
Silence=Death -------Part 1
Jonathan walked out of the ornate little elevator, exhausted, and glad to finally be nearing the end of this long, and tiresome trip. As he walked down the long narrow hallway, listening to the soft sound of his feet on the deep red carpet (plush, but worn) he was lost in thought, and was jolted into reality by the sound of the bell boy's cough. "miseur, this is your room". The bellboy opened the door and immediately Jonathan was caught by the heavy pungent odor wafting from the room. On another day, he would not have cared, at another time, he would not have minded. The scent was so overpowering, so strong, he felt almost faint, so intense was the fragrance, the musky odor of sex, it seemed to completely fill the room, to be clinging to everything. Jonathan cleared his throat, "This will not do I'm afraid". The bellboy coughed again, and bowed his head, closing the door, "Sir, I'm terribly sorry, the air conditioner must be broken in that room, and the heat of summer, well it is very hot sometimes". The bellboy took Jonathan to the lobby, placed his bags behind the front desk, and asked him if he would like a drink, that he would talk to the manager. Weakly Jonathan agreed.
Jonathan was actually feeling better. The cool lobby of the delicate, ornate little hotel, and the scotch had helped. This hotel did have very good scotch. So when about half an hour latter, when the manager came and told him that there were no vacant rooms but that a young man had generously offered to share his suite with Jonathan, he was reasonably receptive. "hmmm well Please, have him come here, I'd like to at least meet this generous young man".
Peter was shaking a little, the prospect of being thrown out in Paris, onto the streets, was not a pleasant one, but this, well, he would just have to live with it. The manager came to Peter, not with thinly veiled threats, but with an offer: "There is an older gentleman, an Englishman, he is unhappy with his rooms, he says they smell of sex" the man had sneered. "I want you to share this suite with him, maybe, if you are lucky, you may even make some money." he had said, with a mocking, and contemptible glance.
By the time the elevator had reached the lobby, Peter was resigned to do whatever was necessary, and whatever this Englishman wanted, but what he saw caught him completely off guard. In the lobby, at a table near the bar was a tall man, definitely older, but Peter could not, for the life of him guess how old. The man was wearing a pale linen suit, double breasted, and impeccably tailored. He was now standing and as Peter introduced himself, the smile the man flashed was unearthly. This man, with his white hair perfect, soft skin, not exactly wrinkled, but definitly aged, his full pink lips, almost feminine in shape and color, and his square jaw and high cheek bones, but his eyes that were unmistakably his most amazing feature. His eyes were black, and fiery, languid pools of knowing.
"Hello, please sit down." his voice, half breaking the trance, half pulling him in deeper, but finally Peter made himself concentrate, made himself focus on the man's words, he would not be paralyzed by this man's beauty, would not lose this opportunity, for want of being near him, as much as fear of the streets.
The two men sat, chatting. Jonathan offered Peter a drink, and a little later some dinner.
"How many rooms are in your suite?"
"Two, a bedroom and a living area, I will be happy to sleep on the divan."
"Are you sure you don't mind?"
"No, not at all" Jonathan of course knew that this young man was short of funds, but he also knew good stock when he saw it, and he could tell a swindler at 100 yards. So he agreed - besides, a young friend might help him forget his troubles.
Therefore, late that evening they went up to the rooms, they did share the bed, but after a few drunken kisses they both fell asleep. Jonathan could tell that Peter wanted him, he could also tell he had never had a man, and if age had taught him anything it was patience.
Greetings and salutations, Thank you for your comments, they really mean a lot to me, so here is part two, i'm not sure if i will do any more. but i hope you enjoy this, and just for the record, does it seem silly to you that ppl are flaming male homosexuality in this group, but because the "men" who write those flames are turned on by homosexual women then that is ok? just a thought. Enjoy!
-------Part 2
When Jonathan awoke he found Peter still sleeping, he was groggy, but not hung over. He had total recollection of the night before, and sighed wistfully at the pretty young man at his side, what a smooth body. "yes" he whispered, "this could be good." Slowly, softly Jonathan began to move his hands over Peters body, admiring the smoothness, feeling his chest, his firm stomach, his smallish waist, his powerful thighs, moving his hand over his entire body, then slowly he saw Peters erection build, his cock hardening, Jonathan smiled, licking his lips and bent his head down taking Peters hard young cock into his mouth, licking it and stroking it with the ease and perfection of age.
Peter awoke lazily, aware of the immense pleasure, half thinking it a dream, a wonderful dream. Suddenly Peter realized the pleasure in his cock, in his whole body was not coming from the beautiful young girl in his dream, but from a man, an older man, beautifull yes, but, a MAN! The pleasure was so great though. Peter collapsed, closing his eyes and sucking in his breath. He moaned, and as Jonathan swallowed him entirely, flicking his tongue and sucking, tightening his lips and biting softly. Peter came, exploding in his mouth, Jonatham licked at his lips as he swallowed the hot, thick passion greedily enjoying the salty flavor of this fresh new boy.
Peter collapsed, and Jonathan got up and went to make ready for the day, he ordered breakfast, and returned to the bedroom half an hour later looking meticulous, in a finely talored linnen suit.
"Good morning" he said, smiling at Peter, who looked like a guilty child, saying nothing and turning his head down. Jonathan smiled wryly, "Now look here, if you don't like it, you may leave, or i will, if you prefer" he said eyeing him.
"I'm not gay you know, I like woman, I just, it.." Peter's voice trailed off. Jonathan sat thinking than slowly he rose, grabbed Peter and brought his mouth just to Peters lips. Peter kissed him hungrily, biting softly at his lip, and drinking from his mouth. They kissed for a very long time, but finally they broke, embracing, and half falling to the soft couch.
"Now what shall we do today?" asked Jonathan watching Peters face, his eyes widening, than slowly Peter smiled sheepishly
"For starters," he replied, "I owe you a favor, this mornings wake up call was absolutely amazing!"