As with the previous chapter, the following disclaimers/conditions apply: This story is a fictitious account. Any relation to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains male-to-male sex between consenting adults. If you are under the age of 18, or if it is illegal in the area in which you live to read such materials, please continue no further. This story is copyrighted by the author, and no portion of this story may be copied, distributed or republished without the author's express, written consent. Now that I've gotten all the legal mumbo-jumbo out of the way, I seriously hope you enjoy this second installment.
========================================================================= Brad was standing in the middle of a babbling brook, his Gap jeans rolled up to his calves, his bare toes wiggling in the coolness of the rolling stream. The water was pristine; he could even make out tiny fish as they swam along with the current. He could feel the water tugging at him almost forcefully. If he were to walk along the bed any further, he surely wouldn't be strong enough to withstand the force of the current.
"What am I doing here?" Brad thought to himself. The last few days were an absolute blur. In fact, he couldn't place any concrete memory of actually traveling to where he was right now. And he knew where he was: he was at David's cottage in upstate New York. It was the middle of one of those beautiful New York autumns. The foliage was a variety of primary colors: there were green, red, orange and yellow leaves all around. It was quite the picturesque spot. David owned the land surrounding this little getaway, and there weren't passersby for miles. "But, how..." Brad wondered, "how did I get here?"
Those thoughts slowly drifted away as he looked at the fishing net he held in his hand. He felt the coolness of the stream at his feet; he smelled the crispness in the brisk autumn air; he saw the setting sun high in the distance, slowly making its descent across the rolling hilltops. The sky was a canvas of cascading shades of red. The evening air was beginning to chill. Brad shivered and slightly nuzzled himself in the warmth of his navy blue fleece. Just then, Brad jumped as a fish swam into his leg.
"Did you catch anything yet?" called a voice from behind. Brad turned around to see a figure moving through the shaded pines of the small forest. He cast his glance up the hill and saw smoke coming from the chimney of David's cabin.
"David must have gotten the fire started, and now he must be coming to see if I have caught any fish to eat," Brad thought. "Well, I haven't exactly... caught anything yet." Brad looked down at his empty net. He'd watched David do this a hundred times before. He always made it look so easy. David had said on several occasions that it shouldn't take more than a half an hour to catch a few decent fish. Well, Brad had been out here for the better part of an hour and he hadn't caught a thing.
"Sorry, David, I haven't had much luck yet," Brad said, apologetically.
"Well, you might want to try actually sticking the net in the water, you know. The fish aren't exactly going to jump up and greet you," David joked.
"Oh, yeah, I knew that. It's just... so beautiful up here and so peaceful. I guess I got lost in my own thoughts."
"Yeah, it's easy for that to happen. That's what I go up to the lake for. I can spend five or six hours up there and catch nary a fish, but I will come back completely fulfilled," David said. By now he had taken off his shoes and rolled up the pant legs of his khakis and had waded out into the stream behind Brad, wrapping his strong arms around his partner's waist.
"This is the perfect picture of bliss, Dave," Brad whispered, as he felt David squeeze him tight. He then felt David's thick warm lips on the back of his neck. David always had the most gentle touch whenever he would hold Brad or kiss him. David had said it was because he felt like the Beast, and he didn't want to crush his Beauty, so he wanted to be extra gentle and extra careful when he and Brad made love. David would also say that most people don't know how to make love anymore, anyway, and he wanted to bring back good, old-fashioned love-making.
"There's no one around for miles," David said, as if he were reading Brad's mind. "And even if there were someone nearby and watching, who cares? I want you right here and right now."
"Are you kidding me? The sun will set within the hour and it will be cold and dark."
"Obviously, I will be right here to keep you warm," David muttered into Brad's ear, spinning his lover around and pulling him close into a tender kiss. David's lips barely touched Brad's lips at first, just barely enough to feel the contact. Then he pressed his lips onto Brad, gently still, but with increasing pressure and building passion. Then David opened his mouth as they kissed, to allow the warmth and moisture of their lips to intertwine with each other.
As they continued kissing, David began slowly caressing Brad's cheek and jaw with one hand, while his other hand held the small of Brad's neck and the back of his head. David loved the feeling of Brad's soft, wavy hair, especially now that it had some length to it. He also loved to caress Brad's skin, which was equally soft and warm.
Brad moaned into David's mouth at the touch of David's hand on his cheek. It amazed Brad how gentle this giant could be. David was twice Brad's size, but his touch and sensitivity belied his stature. No one could make love like David could. Brad couldn't figure out what it was that made David so good. He just was.
"You are so beautiful, Brad, do you know that?" David said, breaking off their kiss and holding Brad's face in his hands. "Let me look at you. Look at how beautiful you are! From the top of your forehead --" David began kissing Brad's forehead -- "to your deep, blue eyes, to your silky skin and beautiful smile --" David was now caressing all of Brad's face -- "And these lips that are so warm and sensual that I just get lost in them."
With that, David began kissing Brad again, this time allowing his tongue to enter into Brad's mouth. When David used his tongue it was never obtrusive. He wasn't one of those guys that slobbered all over you like they were marking their territory; his tongue was just wet enough to be erotic, and warm enough to make you melt. Brad felt his knees go weak, and he held onto David's shirt to steady himself. There was nothing better than this moment right now. Brad didn't even feel the chill of the water on his feet anymore. All he could think about was how much he wanted to be exactly where he was.
David started kissing all over Brad's face. He paused to suck on Brad's chin very gently, feeling Brad's chin stubble on his tongue. He ran his hands underneath Brad's fleece and lifted it over Brad's head, throwing it across the stream and onto the grass. He kissed Brad again as he unbuttoned Brad's flannel shirt, exposing Brad's bare skin to the autumn air.
Brad didn't even feel the chill of the air as his skin was exposed. All he could feel was the warmth of David's hands on his bare chest, and the hotness of David's lips pressed firmly against his.
Kissing all the while, David ran his hands down Brad's muscular torso, caressing his nipples gently, then slowly sliding his hands down to the waist of Brad's pants. David reached his fingers behind the band of Brad's underwear to feel the warmth of his crotch and to gently play with Brad's trimmed pubic hair.
"We should get out of the water. We'll get our pants all wet here," Brad said as David undid the belt buckle to Brad's jeans.
"Shh. Don't you worry about our clothes. I want to make love to you right here," David said comfortingly, pulling Brad's jeans below his hips and off of him. After tossing Brad's jeans onto the grass, David pulled off Brad's boxer-briefs and threw them onto the grass, too.
Brad heard David catch his breath. "What is it?" Brad asked, looking at how David was just staring at him, mouth and eyes agape.
"It's just that you still take my breath away. There are times that I just can't believe how beautiful you really are." David stared at the magnificent body of his nubile boyfriend. Brad's body was beautifully muscular, but he was still slender and well-proportioned. His shoulders were broad, and his back tapered nicely to his 28" waist. He was the perfect V-shape. His waist and hips were tight and compact, just like his torso. His butt was muscular, yet not overly so. David remarked to himself at the softness that there was to Brad's beautiful, hairless ass. His body was firm, yet at the same time he was supple and nubile. David wished that he could once again know what it's like to have the body of a twenty-year-old man.
"You're so beautiful to me, Bradley," David whispered softly. The only time he called Brad by his full name was when they were making love and David was lost in his passion. "I have to have your body right now. I need you right here."
With that, David quickly peeled off his own clothes and swept his young lover up into his arms. His powerful legs walked up the stream to a place where they could sit in the water without fighting the current too much. He placed Brad down gently amidst the rocks and dirt. Brad noticed that the water wasn't as cold as he thought it was going to be. He didn't even care that he was probably sitting in dirt and would have marks from all the rocks. He had never seen David this taken with him before. It made him glow inside to feel all this love and attention.
Upon setting Brad down, David kissed Brad softly on the lips again. He began kissing his way down Brad's body. First he kissed the lips, then softly and gently along Brad's chin and jawbone. As he began kissing the nape of Brad's neck, David slid his tongue gently out of his mouth and traced small circles on Brad's neck with his tongue. He then began to suck on and kiss Brad's neck vigorously, pulling Brad close in his arms. As he held Brad, his hands began massaging and caressing the small of Brad's back, while he continued to suck on Brad's neck. All Brad could do was moan.
"God, David, that feels so good. No one's ever made love to me the way that you do." In fact, Brad had no idea that sex could be this good without actually fucking. With all of his past lovers they would just suck each other's dicks and then turn and fuck. Within fifteen minutes to a half-hour, the sex would be over. With David, things always lasted for at least an hour or two, and he often made Brad feel like he could come without even beginning to get close to his dick or his ass.
"I want to make you feel good, Brad," David's husky voice whispered in Brad's ear. "I can't get enough of your body. You are so beautiful and I want to make you feel good."
David began kissing and working his tongue down Brad's body. He started to play with Brad's nipples, which he knew would drive his lover crazy. He started by just kissing each nipple first, just working back and forth between each nipple with little, soft kisses. Then he started to work on one nipple at a time, starting off with a gentle kiss, then opening his mouth to just let his hot breath blow on the nipple itself. When Brad started softly squealing and lifting his chest up to meet David's mouth, David knew that Brad was enjoying what he was feeling.
Then David started to use his tongue on Brad's nipples. He sucked all the saliva out of his tongue so that his tongue was warm and relatively dry. Then he just pressed his tongue on Brad's nipple, hard. Keeping the heavy pressure on the nipple, David drew tight circles around the body of the nipple, before flicking the head of the nipple quickly with his tongue.
"Ooh, God, that feels so good. Oh, David, don't stop! Don't stop!" David was happy to oblige as he sped up the flicking of his tongue on Brad's nipple, noticing how Brad's breath came in quicker and shorter spurts, and noticing that Brad started dry-humping his crotch against David's torso. There was nothing that pleased David more than knowing that his partner was enjoying what he was doing.
David repeated the process on Brad's other nipple. First he started with gentle kissing, which then led to a generous caress with a warm, dry tongue, which was followed by quick flicks of the nipple itself. At this point, Brad had his arms wrapped tightly around David's head, holding him in place. He didn't want David to stop. He couldn't believe how good this felt. This was a different kind of pleasure. Every inch of Brad's skin was alive and receptive. Even the water rushing over Brad's skin was arousing him as it powered over down his back and in between the crack of his ass.
David continued working his way down Brad's hot body, slowly kissing Brad's tight abdomen and gently stroking his body with his hand. David skipped over Brad's crotch completely, opting instead to begin massaging and kissing the insides of Brad's thighs. David could feel the coolness of the water as it rushed over his face while he kissed and sucked on Brad's inner thighs. The water was tickling David's skin at the places where his body wasn't completely submerged. It was the bonus of an added sensation, an extra pair of elemental hands touching each of their bodies.
By now, Brad was completely aroused and ready for more. "David, please, I need you to suck me off," he moaned plaintively. His dick was so hard now that he felt that any attention it received would send him right over the edge. He was so close to coming and he hadn't even received a blowjob yet.
David continued stroking and massaging the insides of Brad's thighs. He then pulled his young partner's legs up and onto his shoulders, exposing Brad's hairless ass hole to the cool rushing waters. As the waters poured over Brad's hole, teasing it softly, David began to probe Brad's ass with his tongue. Brad's ass was always tight and warm, and David loved to stick his tongue deep in to Brad's tight hole, feeling the heat and tasting the wetness of his hot flesh.
Brad was in heaven. David was alternating between using his tongue as a cock and penetrating Brad's ass, and circling his tongue all around the outsides of Brad's ass crack. David pried Brad's ass open a little further, allowing access to one of David's massive fingers. As his finger began to work its way inside the tight hole, David began kissing and sucking his way up from Brad's ass to his heavy, cum-filled balls.
"Oh, David. Oh... oh, that feels incred -- oh!" Brad couldn't even finish the sentence as he was driven to new heights of pleasure. Every time he felt that he was getting as high as he could without coming, David would slow down the pace and stoke the fire burning inside him. David knew that Brad was working up to an intense orgasm, and he wanted to make sure that it lasted a long, long time.
David continued rolling his tongue around Brad's heavy ball sack, taking each one into his mouth and sucking on them. Brad was so aroused and so close that all the pre-cum had leaked its way down his dick and was even begin to coat Brad's nut sack. David sucked up all of that pre-cum as he worked his way up Brad's shaft to the head of his dick, filling his lover's hole with a second one of his fingers.
"Yeah, David, please suck my dick. Oh, I need it so bad. I'm so close -- I'm... oh, yeah," Brad lost the words as he felt David's moist, warm lips wrap themselves around the head of Brad's cock. He felt so full with two of David's fingers stroking and probing his ass, teasing his prostate. The water was gently running across his face and chest and he could see it rolling over the back of David's head as David bobbed up and down on Brad's seven-inch cock. It was all getting to be too much.
David began to slowly allow all seven inches of Brad's dick to glide down his throat, using the muscles at the back of his throat to squeeze the head of Brad's engorged cock. He could taste Brad's pre-cum at the back of his throat, and the way Brad kept slowly bucking his hips, David knew Brad was going to come soon.
David removed his fingers and stopped sucking on Brad's dick, using his tongue all along Brad's torso, chest and neck as he slid himself up his lover's body until they were once again face-to-face. He kissed Brad deep and hard, their tongues entwining. David's hands were squeezing the soft globes of Brad's ass as Brad wrapped his legs around David's hips.
David sat upright, so that his hips and legs were only in the water. He pulled Brad up and on top of him, and Brad gently lowered himself onto David's monster cock. He could feel all ten inches slowly enter him and spread him open. For some reason, though, this wasn't as long and slow a process as it normally could be. Even though David didn't rush or force Brad onto his dick, Brad's ass opened easily to accept the mammoth cock.
"Oh, David, you fill me up so well," Brad moaned, wrapping his arms around David's neck and kissing him, as he started to slowly fuck himself on David's dick. Brad's own hard cock was rubbing itself along David's incredibly hard stomach. Brad could feel his dick slide up the middle of David's abs all the way up to the base of David's massive pecs.
David ran his hands through Brad's hair as Brad dropped his head onto David's shoulder. David started thrusting slowly along with Brad, fucking his partner slow as his partner fucked himself. The heat and wetness of Brad's ass was intense, and it was such a contrast from the cool flow of the water that surrounded them. Ever since they entered a relationship of pure monogamy with each other, David and Brad had consented to no longer using a condom -- something that increased the pleasure of the love-making between them because of the extreme trust and love for each other such a thing implied. David enjoyed all the added feelings and sensations his bare cock could feel as it prodded and probed Brad's deep hole.
"Brad, you feel so good. I'm getting close, baby. I want us to come together. Are you close?"
Hearing those words was all Brad needed. He could already feel his whole body tingle as his orgasm built and grew from the base of his balls and his stomach. "Oh, yeah, David, I'm close. I'm gonna cum soon," Brad panted, kissing David's neck and holding tight on David's back.
David slowed down his thrusts. He liked to let the pre-orgasmic feeling peak several times before actually allowing himself to come. He could feel the tides of his orgasm peak and valley as his thrusts slowed. Every time he got really close or he could feel Brad getting really close, he would slow down the thrusts and fuck Brad slow and deep and gentle. Then as the orgasm started to subside, he would start fucking Brad harder and harder until he felt he was going to explode. Then he would slow down and repeat the process again and again. This ebb and flow continued for about ten minutes until David couldn't hold back the tide any longer.
"Oh, Bradley, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum inside you! Oh, you feel so good. God, Brad, I'm coming!" David's gruff voice shouted. Brad could feel the ropes and ropes of David's jizz shooting deep into his bowels. All the while David was still thrusting deep into Brad's ass. Feeling his lover shoot his load into him was all he need as Brad felt his own, equally intense orgasm overtake him.
"Oh, David, cum inside me! You feel so good inside me! Oh, David, I'm coming, too! I'm coming!" Without even touching himself, Brad began to shoot blast after blast of his own hot cum in between his and David's body. The blasts were so strong that the first three all hit David in the chin and on the neck; the rest of Brad's load was shot and subsequently smeared in between the two writhing bodies.
Brad and David were both shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. David's legs were so weak that he couldn't even hold sit up straight or Brad up anymore and they both awkwardly collapsed into the stream. The cool waters rushed in between their bodies, washing the remnants of the sex they had away with the current. Brad and David just lay there, holding each other, kissing each other and basking in the glow of the sex they just had.
As the heat and passion subsided, Brad suddenly noticed that it was really cold lying there in the water. As if David had read his mind, he suddenly stood up and reached his hand down to pull Brad up out of the water. The couple crossed the waterbed and made their way back to the grass where their clothes lay.
"Come on, grab your clothes and let's get back to the cabin. We'll warm ourselves by the fire... if it hasn't burned itself out," David said, grabbing his clothes and starting up the hill through the trees.
"Or if the cabin hasn't burned itself down -- hey, David! What about the fish?"
"Oh, I guess I'll just have to find something else to eat," David said, flashing Brad that wicked grin.
"That's good, keep smiling. The sun is gone and that's the only way I can see you," Brad joked, running up behind his partner.
"Watch yourself. It is a crime to insult a black man, you know," David said, the same devilish grin on his face. He threw his arm around Brad's shoulder as the two made their way through the trees and up the hill to the cabin, stepping on the occasional twig or rock along the way.
Once inside the rustic cabin, Brad went to the bedroom to change his clothes. First he decided to jump in the shower and clean the smell of outside off of him. As the warm water ran all over his body, Brad thought about how lucky he was to find such a wonderful guy all at the tender age of twenty. Dating an older man definitely had its benefits. David was already successful and wealthy, owning this cabin as well as homes in different parts of the country and in Europe. He was a powerful executive in one of the most successful advertising firms in the world. He flew all around the world and went to parties with all sorts of celebrities. He had made his mark on the world, and on Brad's heart, all at the age of 32. Brad wondered if he could do the same.
At the same time, a random thought crept back into Brad's brain, freezing him up and making him drop the soap.
How did he get here?
As Brad tried to wrap his mind around the events surrounding this weekend getaway, he couldn't actually remember David coming to pick him up from his dorm room, nor could he remember the long drive in David's Jeep Cherokee up to this cottage. He would have been sure to remember the drive up, holding David's hand and talking for the six hours the road trip usually took. He was sure to remember going down on David while he drove, as Brad usually did when they took their little weekend getaways. He was sure that he would remember any of those things happening. But he didn't. The first real memory he could conjure was standing in the middle of the stream, basking in the peace of a wonderful autumn afternoon. But what happened before that?
"Okay, Brad, think, what's the last thing you remember?" Brad closed his eyes and tried to think. He felt a chill run down his spine as the he finally put his finger on what was wrong with this picture.
When did he and David get back together?
They hadn't. David was in London.
Gasping, Brad opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the shower up at David's cottage. He looked around and realized he was back in the stall at the club, the memories of what was real flooding over him in waves. The shock of the truth caused Brad to cry out. He was laying on his back, and he was naked. As he stood up to put his clothes back on, he bumped into Him. He looked up and saw David's face, and the body was David's, too. But the eyes were wrong. They were glowing, and green.
Brad screamed in terror and tried to push himself away from this thing. He didn't seem to have any voice available to scream, and his arms were suddenly as heavy as lead. He couldn't move his legs to run and he couldn't get away. He tried screaming for someone to help him, but all that came out was a whisper. 'David' came toward him, eyes glowing green, and Brad couldn't move a muscle. Brad looked down at his hands and saw that his fingers had begun to bleed. His ears and his nose were bleeding, too, and he suddenly couldn't breathe. He didn't know what was happening, but he could feel himself slowly dying.
'David' made his way closer to Brad, who couldn't find any strength to run away, and there was no air in his lungs for him to scream.
"And, now, my Brad, you shall be mine," the creature said, his eyes glowing bright and his fingers clawing into Brad's flesh. Brad felt a pain like no other as this thing in front of him began to suck the life out of him. All Brad's attempts to scream or to strike at the creature were futile. He was helpless and he was dying. All this at the hands of the man who looked like the man that used to love him. Brad could do nothing else but cry as he felt the coldness of death start to overtake him.
"Please, don't," Brad whispered. "No, please, don't. No. No! NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Brad screamed himself awake.
======================== "Why did you bring him here?" The voice disrupted the Guardian's thoughts, causing him to lose his focus and fall from the sky. He crashed into some tables in the middle of his room and broke one of his priceless figurines. He looked around the room, stunned. He had been concentrating for the better part of the last 24 hours, scouring the city for the creature as well as seeking out those men from the club and altering their memories of what they saw that night. He knew that if he didn't work fast, the Sentinels would seek the men out themselves. They had an entirely different way of coercing someone into forgetting. Their way tended to leave the person dead.
He had all but finished altering the last man's memory when he heard the probing voice. He knew it was the goddess again. She didn't seem angry per se, but she definitely was nonplussed about his decision.
"I didn't think that it would be wrong in this case to bring him here. I was weakened from the battle and I needed to recharge. I also needed to be back here in the safety of my own sanctuary if I was going to be able to focus enough to alter the memories of all the men at that club. I've been scanning the minds of every man in the city, looking for the signatures of those men who witnessed the supernatural events of the other night. But you know this. You see all. Why are you questioning me now when you know that I have little time to finish before the Sentinels are summoned?"
"Because, Guardian, you know that it is forbidden for a mortal to be brought here. Even though this is disguised to be an apartment, this is not. You should not have brought him here. Not without consulting me first."
"As I said, mistress, I did not think that it would be wrong. In the centuries that I have been your Guardian, I have never disobeyed any of the commandments. I honestly thought that since you had ordered me specifically to protect this innocent, that it was necessary for me to bring him back here. Especially since I haven't been able to find Him and I don't know what he was after this particular boy for."
"The reason that I ordered you to protect this man was because he was being attacked by the creature. The creature was the thing of importance, not the innocent."
"I am deeply sorry, my goddess, I did not know. I thought that there was maybe another barter to be made, or perhaps that you wanted this young man for something. There is a strength within him that very few mortals possess. There is a love and a passion within him that... touches me in a way that I haven't been touched in centuries. Not since --"
"Not since you lost the only one you've ever loved. Yes, I know my guardian. I know. Your heart is pure, and I have never doubted you before. I know that you would never purposefully defy me. But you do know that there is a great danger in his presence here. You must remove him from this place before it's too late."
"I have been keeping him telepathically sedated for the last day, my mistress. I haven't checked on him in a while, as I have been frantically working to purge the memories of the eighty men that were present that night. I am deeply weary, mistress. Knowing that you have found displeasure with me only increases my burden."
"Take heart, my guardian. The goddess is not displeased in you. I wish you would have consulted me first. There are events that have been set in motion, and you must be on your absolute guard. There is an ultimate battle approaching. I don't know what the creature wanted with this young man, but I, too, sense the strength within him. Now that he has survived the creature's attempt on his life, the creature will not try to kill him again. He may, however, try to convert him to be an agent of darkness in the coming battle. Or, he may use the boy as a beacon... hoping to find you. If he were to track him to this lair, he would have you at his mercy... and ultimately, he would be able to get at me again."
"Goddess, I dare not presume, but I need to know: How did he escape? He was sealed away in the prison of the moon, guarded by the Hunters. How did he escape to return to our world again, especially without being detected? And why wasn't I able to psychically detect his escape or his presence sooner?"
"I regret that I am not able to give you the answers you need at this time. Know this, my guardian, there has been treachery. My sisters and I have been trying to determine who could have been at the bottom of this. You know who the creature is and what he used to mean to me, and he no doubt was able to make allies. There has been betrayal in the realm of the sun and the moon. Now, the creature is free, and it is only a matter of time before he -- ". The Guardian's mind was quiet again. He felt the winds change. Something was stirring. As the guardian reached out his mind again to speak with the goddess again, he froze. He knew why she broke contact.
The boy was awake. He was wandering through the apartment.