The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in a location where it is not allowed, please depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.
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Chapter 34 Transcendence
Renegades Ballpark
After the Renegades' victory, Hal and Drew took their leave of Boyd and Yuki. Walking toward Hal's pickup in the dark parking lot, Drew slid his left hand into Hal's left back pocket, pulling his hard body into Drew's side. Drew felt heat begin to build in his dick as the flexing muscles in Hal's ass cheek seemed to caress Drew's palm. Hal's heart leapt. His man expected - wanted - some lovin'. He looked down at Drew, smiling, carefully deciding to allow Drew to take the lead, cupping his right hand over the cap of Drew's right shoulder. When they had traversed the parking lot, they reluctantly had to relinquish their holds as they reached the pickup. "Wanna drive?" Hal asked Drew mischievously.
"That behemoth?" Drew asked in reference to Hal's big pickup. "I may do some driving tonight, and it may be a behemoth, but it's not going to have 'Ford' emblazoned on it," Drew answered in a butchy manner.
Hal laughed as they climbed into the pickup. He was delighted that a sense of play had returned to their relationship, one stronger than it had been before Brett came along. He knew it had to be a good sign about their restoring their relationship. "Does it have ANY brand on it?"
"Ask me when the night's over."
"Ou-u-u-u, Baby. You sound hell bent for action tonight," Hal laughed, relieved that they both wouldn't have to dance nervously around the issue of making love on this special evening.
They settled into the pickup. After they left the ballpark and entered the Interstate, Drew scooted closer to Hal, placing his left hand on Hal's hard thigh. They rode in companionable silence for a while. Drew broke the silence: "Wanna bet me Boyd and Yuki end up roommates at Max and Kenji's before the month's out?"
"What makes you think so?" Hal asked, warily. When Drew came on so strong, one had best proceed with care.
"A combination of factors. Kenji was hurting without Yuki nearby. He won't send him in pursuit of a new boyfriend if it will take him away from Max and his company. Max and Kenji will see what an awesome, stabilizing influence Boyd will be in Yuki's life. Yuki is hungry for someone to love HIM the way Max loves Kenji. And all of them would be Boyd's lifeline. Boyd loved his family's farm to the depths of his being. But in a second his father took it from him. He'll never get that back. Then he had to quit his college classes, so he has no foundation on which to build a life to take the place of the one he lost. God forbid that he try to make a life out of a construction job! We know how that ruins guys." Drew exclaimed, orneriness dancing in his eyes. But instead of the effect Drew expected, Hal paled. Drew knew why: 'Damn, I thought Brett was at long last a ghost.'
"That's a joke," Drew said, offering reassurance. . . ."Look, Hal, if we're really going to put . . ." Drew decided that he didn't even want to utter Brett's name at that point, "the past behind us, we are going to have to quit pussyfooting around with each other. I don't know when the past will cease to be touchy for both of us, but I welcome the day. Let's hasten it by deciding from here on out that, when we're together, we're present with each other, not present with the past. I choose to be with you now. Okay?"
Hal smiled, liking the way Drew took charge of the moment to deflect what could have had a chilling effect and to turn it back to the positive. It made him recall an idea he'd had earlier in the evening when Drew had uncharacteristically pulled Hal into a kiss upon climbing into the pickup. Drew taking charge. He liked that. He spent so much of his day trying to corral time and circumstance, correct snafus, direct energies toward goals, and make it work out for his people that it was finally nice "to sit back and ride." He decided that instant where they were going. Hal listened as Drew nattered on about Boyd and Yuki. Hal loved the warm tones beneath Drew's voice as he talked about the young fellas, and glances every now and then allowed him to catch the excitement in Drew's eyes. Drew eventually shifted his commentary to Rich, Wes and Carl, when he looked out the window, suddenly fell silent, then asked, "Where are we going?"
"To a bower of love," Hal answered in a voice that even he realized had suddenly become deeper.
Drew stared at him. "And where might this bower of love be? Not one of your cat houses, I hope," Drew observed archly.
"You know better than that," Hal answered playfully.
"Not one of your dog houses then?" Drew pitched back.
"Hal smiled. "I gave those up when I met you. . . . If you must know, we are going to check up on my child."
"Oh, Jimmy. Of course."
"Nope."
Drew looked puzzled. Hal was enjoying this. Drew was still in his usual "I- hafta-be-on-top-of-things" mode, so Hal knew he was really wanting to know where they were headed. "Okay, D-A-D-D-Y," Drew intoned "how many little mistakes and missteps have you seeded around Warford County? How long a line-up is this going to be? Will we be finished before 1 a.m.?"
Hal laughed. "Driving you crazy a little bit, isn't it, hot thang? There may be lots you don't know about me."
Drew's eyebrows arose with the smile on his lips. He liked the play. "Are there enough of these little slips and blunders to fill a home for Hal Winston clones?"
Hal had to laugh at the image Drew had projected. "I was thinking of partnering with you to add a few more," he said, a monster grin on his face as he looked lovingly at Drew. 'Gotcha!' he exulted inwardly. He'd caught Drew off guard, indicated by a waver in his smile as he was seized by Hal's words.
Regaining his smart-ass demeanor, Drew asked, "What makes you think you can afford me? I don't put out for just anyone, you know."
Hal was glad they'd had that little moment about Brett earlier. If they hadn't, Brett would have been right there in the middle of them, for Hal could have taken Drew's words to imply that Hal DID put out for just anyone, Brett being the evidence Drew would have meant. Drew looked out the window. "Hey! We're going to my place!" he said as his head whipped around to check out Hal's face. Hal just grinned back. "What child do you have at my place?"
"The autumn cool-down has started. I want to check out my child that I planted in your back yard."
Drew grinned. He liked it that Hal claimed his sugar maple peace offering to Drew as his child. "Are we going to dance naked around it under the light of a full moon and engage in unspeakable, carnal acts? You could plant more seeds in the backyard that way, you know?" Drew asked, rather excitedly, Hal thought.
Hal's answer: "Think you can crank it up enough to offer some of that spice and fire you spoke of earlier this evening?" struggling not to grin as he delivered his challenge.
It worked. Drew's head cocked forward and down, his mouth set, his eyes steeled blue, and he looked at Hal from under his lids - the classic Drew challenge posture. It always reminded Hal of a lineman staring at him when he'd quarterbacked in high school, trying to shake him with the unspoken message that his opponent was going to sack his ass if not steal the football. Hal felt heat in his heart and crotch when Drew moved into this mode, though he'd not seen it often. Certainly not in bed, but that was his fault, not Drew's. When Drew took this tack, it announced that, despite his smaller size, there was a formidable man inside who would leave his opponent "bloodied if not bowed," figuratively speaking.
Hal was surprised at the little shudder that ran down his spine at the thought of Drew vanquishing him. He wanted it. He knew it was the answer they had been seeking. It was the shift that would put them on dramatically different but equal ground, the seedbed for the beginning of a new relationship, one better than the old, he decided as his pickup glided into Drew's driveway. As Hal turned off the key and lights, Drew shot back, "Son, this man can crank up so much spice and fire that he'll leave you a smokin' husk!"
Hal threw his head back and roared. When he finally looked at his passenger, he could see the delight in Drew's eyes in having met Hal's challenge. "I dare you," Hal said softly. Drew's grin diminished as his head cocked to the side.
Drew's Home
"Dare me to do what?"
"To do me." Drew stared back at Hal. "Make love to me, claim me, subjugate me, possess me, own me tonight. Make me yours. Breed me. Fill me with your cum, leave me a 'smokin husk.'"
Drew was clearly caught off guard. Hal reached over, delivering a caress to Drew's cheek. "Climb on top of me . . . I want you in me. . . Make love to me."
Perplexed, Drew exclaimed, "You never bottom!" Hal said nothing. He just smiled. "What's that enigmatic smile supposed to mean?" Drew asked impatiently. . . . "You're not the Mona Lisa. I can't tell where your mind and heart are if you smile at me like that."
Hal pulled Drew toward him as he brushed his lips across Drew's, who leaned back only a little. "Baby, heal us with your strength and your love," Hal whispered. "You've got the power. You've always had it. I healed you, but then I lost you through my own foolishness. You have to heal me now for us to transcend the breach." It seemed to Hal that his former lover withdrew somewhere within himself to ponder the circumstances and Hal's words. Still super cautious Drew. Still not ready to plant that foot until it landed on some definable ground. "Come on, Baby," Hal crooned softly to Drew; "let go of your suspicion, your need for an absolute guarantee. Give your heart by trusting me first. Learn how noble you can be by making yourself vulnerable to me. . . I hurt you once. Now that I have you back, I promise I'll never hurt you again. . . . You see - that's why it has to begin with you."
After a few beats, Drew moved toward the pickup door. "Come on in. We need a drink. We need to talk."
It wasn't what Hal had expected. What was Drew's hangup?
Drew clambered down from the pickup, fishing in his pocket for his keys. As he walked to the door, he looked back only once as Hal still sat in the pickup. He waved him out as he walked to the front door, his head cast down. 'Oh yeah! He's thinking hard,' Hal decided. He climbed out of the pickup, locking it as he followed Drew to the front door, which Drew had entered by now, leaving it standing ajar for Hal.
After closing and locking the front door, Hal found Drew in the kitchen mixing drinks. He was quiet but thoughtful. "What's got you spooked about my request?" Hal asked.
"I'm not spooked by it." Drew looked up, moving into Hal's gaze. "I admit that I find it unsettling."
"Why?"
"If I don't satisfy you, then I've lost you again. But this time, I won't have a 'Brett' to blame."
"But you have satisfied me." Drew's gaze hardened, and Hal knew why. "Don't let my horrible mistake with Brett negate what you gave me. I thought I was reaching for something that had been missing for a long time in my life. I stupidly didn't see that I had it all along in you."
"Hal . . .," Drew started as Hal walked up to him, pulling him tightly against his body, running his nose slowly through Drew's hair, reveling in the soft shampoo smell mixed with Drew's scent.
Hal spoke softly: "Give me the gift of a lifetime - the chance to prove to you that I know I've found the man who delights me. . . excites me . . . challenges me . . . fulfills me. I made a mistake once. I'll never make it again. I have to observe though that that mistake has led me to realize fully and completely how important you are to my future happiness - as I am to yours. That's why I can assure you that you won't lose by giving me another chance, by claiming me."
While speaking, at the same time Hal was nuzzling Drew's hair and ears and neck. Drew relaxed a bit. "Please give me that chance," Hal continued to plead his case, "give us that chance. What we can give each other can be deeper than just sexual pleasure. We can fill the empty places and gaps in each other's life."
They stood in an embrace for a beat or two. Then Drew pulled back, turning to their drinks. "I want you so desperately . . . -" Drew paused, looking aside. He always did that when his heart had carried him further than his head had granted permission, when he'd left himself open, vulnerable. Hal knew Drew was regretting what he'd just said, but having gone that far, he decided to continue " - that I don't want anything to mess up our chances." He handed Hal his drink. They clinked their cocktail glasses in a silent toast and took a long draw. It was so long that both stopped and started giggling like boys. They'd half emptied their glasses.
"I needed that," Drew commented. "But more, Hal, my love, my Lover, I need you back in my life. I need to love you as hard as I can. And I need that from you. The time I was with you was almost a taste of heaven. I want it back. But I want it strong and lasting this time."
"Me too," Hal echoed.
They stood apart, looking deeply into each other's eyes. This was it: the penultimate moment. The point at which the eternal die was cast for them. Drew had meant what he'd just told Hal - he wanted Hal, the man of his dreams, the man from whom he had fled upon their first speaking, the man who'd impressed the crew into helping bag him, the man who fulfilled him to the deepest recesses of his being as no one ever had. The man who had once loved him for what he was, not despising him for his shortcomings, the man who seemed to have returned to that demeanor. But he was also the man who'd betrayed him, he suddenly remembered, casting his glance aside.
For Hal, this was the man who promised him a lifetime of solid, stable fulfillment. Hell! For all he knew, eternal fulfillment. Then he saw Drew's eyes shift to the floor. He intuited that Drew remembered that horrible night when he and the crew had stumbled upon him with his dick planted in Brett's ass. For Drew, it was the ultimate betrayal. Ironic that the penultimate moment also evoked the ultimate betrayal - but that would make sense if the two were evoked concurrently. Hal guessed he could never understand what that had felt like to Drew simply because he wasn't Drew. He wasn't certain that Brett's betrayal with Gwen was as bad for him. He wished desperately that he could delete his interlude with Brett from everyone's memory banks. The next best thing was to address the issue at this moment. "I lost my claim to you over Brett. If we're to reunite, it must start with your claiming me," Hal explained. They stood silently, sipping their drinks and studying each other.
Hal continued: "We won't end up where we would have if Brett hadn't come along and I hadn't lost myself, but that doesn't mean we can't end up some place just as good, just as satisfying - maybe better because now we won't take it for granted. Not just Brett but Richie Collins is out of the way. I am 'certain sure, deep in my heart' that this is the way it has to start for us. . . . Please, Drew . . . trust me. If you think about it, you'll see the truth and rightness of it."
Drew continued to look into Hal's eyes. "The ground is yours, Drew, my love - if you want to occupy it. It's really up to you. I'll be sad if you decide to pass, but I won't say that I can't understand your choice."
No longer hesitating, Drew set his tumbler down and walked over to Hal, throwing his arms around Hal's waist and pulling him in. He felt Hal's arms move around him. Drew pushed his nose into Hal's chest, sniffing deeply of his lover's scent, which brought his cock to wakefulness. They stood like that for five seconds when Drew pulled back, attacking the buckle to Hal's belt. "Yes!" Hal thought, rejoicing that Drew was going to save them, to initiate a new relationship for them.
Having opened Hal's belt and unfastened the button of his shorts and lowered the zipper, Drew slid his hand under the waistband and back onto Hal's warm ass cheeks. "Oh, Man!" Drew emoted. "I'd forgotten how hard and good this ass feels," Drew stated, letting his forehead rest on Hal's pecs as he pushed against the muscle under his palms as though it were possible that he could make a dent.
"That ass was formed by a construction job. But I seem to remember someone disparaging construction just this evening," Hal teased.
"The rotter!" Drew exclaimed, raising and turning his head, lowering his mouth onto one of Hal's nipples and biting it hard through the cloth of his shirt. "Ow!" Hal exclaimed.
"Don't be sassy. You're a bottom tonight, remember?"
"When did being a bottom ever keep you quiet?" Hal asked, again running his nose through Drew's hair.
"It didn't," Drew smiled up mischievously. "I'm above the usual rules. Haven't you realized that yet? And if you are going to talk, let me hear words of love. Maybe a little tribute to the man who's going to be topping you. And then you could toss in a little begging for my dick that's growing hard even as we speak." Hal ran his hand across the front of Drew's shorts, feeling a hard tube there. "And another thing - you have too many clothes on," Drew said petulantly, making Hal's grin widen. Drew was cute when he put on these little acts. Drew pushed Hal's shorts down.
"A thong? I hope you're wearing that because you thought I was going to get in your pants tonight?" Drew stated with some sass thrown in.
"Actually, I thought I'd drop you off at home and hit Jack's Sports Bar and Grill tonight. Find a little action there."
A warning gleam filled Drew's eyes. He leaned in and chewed on Hal's other nipple, evoking a yelp. Hal grabbed Drew's ass, massaging his cheeks hard. "Is this heading toward cannibalism?" Hal asked, smiling.
"I do have pagan rites in mind, and there will be eating and sucking, but not that kind," Drew answered. Drew knelt, pulling Hal's thong down and off as Hal raised his feet one buy one. Drew slid the palm of his hand softly under and up the underside of Hal's hard dick, allowing his middle finger to pass under Hal's balls and onto his perineum. Drew lifted his hand so that the head of Hal's cock touched his tongue, allowing him to lick Hal's dick.
"I've had so much love to give, but no one ever saw it - until you, Hal. I guess that's my fault although I don't quite know how. Maybe fear of being beaten if I offered my love in unwelcome quarter. But you welcomed my love. Do you know how excited I was that you recognized it, acknowledged it, and loved me back?" Drew placed his lips just behind the corona of Hal's substantial dick, pushing his hardened lips back and forth over ridge, speeding up until Hal groaned.
Drew slid his mouth slowly down over Hal's dick, moaning and humming as he did so, deep throating Hal, who started moaning himself. Drew pushed his face hard into Hal's solar plexus as the drove Hal's cock in and out of his throat, pushing his thumb against Hal's pucker, eventually pushing it inside and moving it in a circle. At the same time, Drew monitored the muscles in Hal's legs. When he felt that Hal was about ready to blow, he backed entirely off.
Hal was breathing heavily when he reached down, putting his hands under Drew's arms and pulling him upright. He wanted to raise him up until he was eye level with Hal, but it would have violated the roles they had taken in making love to each other. While he loved lifting Drew up and holding him like that, allowing Drew to clasp his legs around Hal's waist, it would have to wait for another time. Instead, he spread his legs, lowering his body, pulling Drew into a passionate kiss, tasting his cock and precum in Drew's mouth and smelling his own man smell on Drew's face. "Now who's wearing too many clothes?" Hal asked when he had broken the kiss. He stood and began divesting Drew of his clothes.
When Hal had completed his task, Drew exclaimed, "I know!" He grabbed Hal's hand, pulling him into the family room in front of the wall of windows affording them a view of Hal's sugar maple. Drew shut off a table lamp there, casting the room into near darkness, leaving only light from the kitchen to faintly illumine the family room. He flicked on a light over the garage, a light which spilled onto the sugar maple. Then he grabbed some pillows from the sofa and dropped them on the floor, pushing Hal down and back so that he was reclining. Drew stood and ran into his bedroom, returning with a couple of towels and some lube. He dropped between Hal's legs, rapidly licking his hard cock as though it were a lollipop. He rubbed his thumb in circles on Hal's perineum and then deep-throated him, blowing him until Hal started trying to roll back and forth. Drew pulled off, pushing Hal's legs back as he attacked his aroused rosebud with his tongue. Because Drew had always loved Hal's smell, he almost pitched Hal into gales of laughter over the snuffling noises Drew was making as he ate Hal out.
Drew pulled back, grabbing the tube and running a line of lube down his middle finger, moving it to Hal's pucker, massaging the lube around the brown circle with its hairy halo, shivering as the hair tickled the end of his finger. Before long, a second finger had joined the first, and then a third. Drew moved them slowly in and out until Hal couldn't stand it any longer and began shoving his ass back on the fingers at a faster rate.
Drew paused long enough to lube his hard dick, placing its head at Hal's opening. He punched through Hal's sphincter, eliciting a little grunt at first followed by a long groan from his lover as Drew drove slowly into Hal's chute. When he bottomed out, he lowered his body onto Hal's, making little micro pushes and pulls as he almost manically bathed Hal's pecs, nipples, and pits with his tongue. 'He's a busy little beaver," Hal thought. Then he chuckled, remembering that he was the "beaver" this time.
Drew rose up. "What's so funny?" he challenged, nipping Hal's nipples yet again.
"Oh," Hal exclaimed. "I'm just happy." Drew leaned way up so that his face was over Hal's, looking deeply into Hal's eyes. Then he laid a monster kiss on Hal's lips, which had Hal thinking Drew was going to suck his tongue out of his mouth. As they kissed, Drew speeded up fucking his hard cock into Hal. When Drew broke the kiss, leaving Hal and him panting, he shifted the angle of his thrust, hitting Hal's prostate about every fourth pump. Then it was every third pump. After a while every second pump.
Drew looked into Hal's eyes, drawing him into the depths of his own. Hal was astonished by the feral gleam in Drew's eyes. "Give it to me," Drew demanded in a hoarse whisper and he continued to plunge into Hal. Hal looked puzzled. "Give it to me," Drew iterated with some vigor, his voice broken by his exertions. Hal shook his head, his eyes question marks, indicating that he didn't understand. "I asked you to give it to me," Drew insisted, lowering his face to Hal's and not very gently biting Hal's bottom lip, then laying a hot kiss on him. All the while he pounded harder into Hal's chute. Finally, Hal began to hunch back onto Drew's dick with as much vigor and force as Drew was exerting. "That's it," Drew puffed. "Give it to me more!" Now they were pounding each other and kissing hotly. Drew began moaning, which grew louder and louder. He was rushing to climax. Hal joined him, whimpering. Suddenly they jammed themselves into each other, their moans and whimpers peaking as their orgasm seized them. Drew's body wrenched on top of Hal. Hal wondered if Drew wouldn't have thrown himself off if Hal hadn't had his arms clasped tightly about his upper body. Hal's ass described a short, tight circle around Drew's dick and his cum shot out between them in rapid bursts. Gradually their exertions and calls of passion cycled down.
As they lay exhausted in the afterglow of their love-making, Drew raked the fingernails of his right hand slowly down Hal's arms, sides, and exposed sides of his hips, pausing occasionally to nip at parts of Hal's body. Hal groaned as shivers moved up and down his spine. It wasn't unlike claws being raked down his body. "I feel as though I've awakened the panther in you," Hal stated softly.
"The panther beast you mean, but a loving beast as far as his mate is concerned. From now on, this beast guards and protects his own. Poachers should beware. . . We belong to each other now. We're joined. We're one."
"We're home again," Hal whispered, pulling Drew against him as their tongues dueled.
The End
Much thanks to Drew Hunt, Rye Encoke, and Bob Packard for contributions of ideas and language to this chapter. Also to the Nifty Six (names and stories below), whose constant presence, support and help are themselves a special blessing. Add to them John Yager and our special Johnnie N. and others who've enjoyed this series enough to offer support and ideas and to e-mail their appreciation. I'm grateful to each and every one of you.
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