Disclaimer: IF YOUR ARE LEGALLY UNDERAGE TO VIEW OR READ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIALS - STOP NOW. THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS WORK OF TOTAL FICTION ARE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 19 - 24 YO.
Notice : Even though this story is written in "I" narrative, it is total fiction. Any similarity between any character in this story and any real person is purely coincidental
CONCLUSION
"Theme Park Punk Hunk - Part III" by Avitar avitar_two@hotmail.com
Christopher's jealous feelings from the events of the night had all but disappeared as he listened to Nathan's ravings about the good time he'd had with Aaron. He had finally silenced him by asking if he had sucked his cock in return. The ensuing silence had all but answered his question. Nathan had tried to reverse the situation by asking the same question. When Christopher pointed out he had asked first, Nathan decided to change the subject.
After Nathan had been deposited at his house, Christopher was hanging out at home planning how he would spend the day waiting for Aaron to get off work. His phone rang.
"Oh, Hi Sherry......................no, I've kinda busy lately......................I didn't say that, don't try putting words in my mouth..........................look, you're the one who wanted me to tease him and it was you who dared me to do with him.....................................don't try to lay a guilt trip on me, okay.........................................hey, don't even try that shit, I never told you to get rid of your little girlfriend so don't even think you can do it to me......................................oh, and you don't like it with your little friend......................................Sherry, I don't have time for this crap, if that's they way you feel, maybe we shouldn't see each other anymore.............................Fine with me too !!!!"
He lay back on his pillow, his wicked smile broadened, he couldn't believe how easy she had made it for them to break-up. He now knew he wanted to spend all his time with Aaron but had not wanted to hurt Sherry. Now it was over, he felt really happy. One problem solved - one to go. He dialed his father's secretary.
"Hi Cathy, can you do me a favor, can you get in touch with dad in New York and ask him to call me at home before 4 pm?.......................................No, everything's okay, just need to talk to him .....................................Thanks, Bye." He immediately regretted the 4 pm, now he would have to wait on the call all day. To his delight, his phone rang in 30 minutes.
"Hi Dad, you and mom enjoying your trip....................................great.............................no, I'm fine..............................the reason is I have a favor to ask................do you think you could pull some strings and get me transferred to the extension campus here in town.........................I just thought that being here, we could see each other more often, you travel so much we don't have much time together and now that I'm down there, it's only the holidays.............................Really, that's great dad, oh, and dad can I have a small apartment instead of living at home or on campus, please?.........................thanks dad, can I look for something before you get back..............Super ..........................okay, you'll be back a week from tonight........................okay, I"ll probably be here at home....................see you then."
Christopher was elated, he had become a little sad lately at the prospect of going back to school in a month, thereby being unable to see Aaron until the holidays. He had been right not to expect a refusal from his father, after all, he usually got anything he asked for within reason. He knew his parents loved him and felt guilty about all their business travels, leaving him alone with the housekeeper, Louise, most of his life. When younger it had bothered him quite a bit. The pain had been eased by spending a lot of time with Nathan and his dad. Since he worked for Christopher's dad, he had been well compensated for taking the boys places, doing all the manly things.
As I turned the corner, I could see him waiting in his car. My being was immediately flooded with that good feeling.
"Hi Hunk, been waiting long?" I asked as I exited my car. "Nah, just got here a few minutes ago."
I opened the door and followed his hot tight ass up the stairs, not resisting to give him a little pinch on the butt. At the top, he wrapped me with his arms, snaking his hot tongue deep into my mouth as our clothed groins teasingly touched.
"Hi Lover," he exclaimed as we broke our embrace. "Hi Hunk," as I gave him a peck on the nose, "Say, I've been meaning to ask you, why does your car have dealer plates?" "Guess it's okay to tell you now, you'll find out sooner of later anyway." "Tell me what?" I asked. "Who my father is." "Why the mystery?" "Because I wanted you to like me for who I am and not for who my father is," he answered. "Okay, now that I like you, who's your father?" "He own's the dealership," as my mind recalled the dealer logo on the car. "That's Your Dad.........he owns them all........what's it 4 or 5 dealerships?" "Actually, I think it's closer to 9 or 10, he owns some in other cities also," he added. As another thought entered my mind, I became alarmed, "Do you know what else he owns?" "Well he owns a lot of things you don't know about, so I guess your referring to him being Chairman of the Board of the Group that owns the hospital where you work....right?" he grinned. "Do you realize I'll be dead meat if your dad ever finds out about us?" I nervously asked. "He won't do a thing,...... you think he want's the world to know his one and only, pride and joy son is a faggot?....I don't think so!" his wicked grin returned. "Besides, I don't think either of my parents care what I do sexually as long as I'm discreet. They've never approved of any girl I dated but also never told me to breakup with them. They just keep insisting I be very discreet because of the family image.
He could tell I was disturbed. He quickly stripped his tee shirt and shorts, standing before me naked, his soft cock dangling between his perfect thighs. He was smiling as he slightly puffed his chest.
"Hey Lover, don't you think it's time you drag me to the bedroom and make wild passionate love to me?" he offered as I moved towards him. He quickly moved back, bounded up and sat down on the serving bar. His legs spread wide, his cock thickening, " Come here, suck my love muscle with your hot mouth," he coyly commanded. Not to be so easily manipulated, my mouth sought his big hard nipples, ignoring his jutting nine inches. His hands urged me down, I resisted, still sucking first one, then the other tit. He was trying to buck up, to shove my face down to his quivering cock with no success. I finally had to laugh at his futile efforts. He began to laugh also.
"Okay, you win............say, I've got a better idea........let's go upstairs and make mad passionate love," he teasingly suggested. I lifted him down from the counter, "Sounds good to me." "Last one there gets Fucked," he challenged as he made a break for the stairs. He wasn't fast enough as I grabbed his arm spinning him around giving me the advantage in the race. I didn't make it, he tackled me down at the top step. His hard hot body had me pinned to the carpet. While pressing me down, he was trying with great difficulty to remove my clothes. "Either you help or I'm going to rip them off," he warned. He allowed me enough movement to loosen everything so he could remove them. After considerable effort he had me naked as he collapsed on top of me, his hard shaft nestled between my cheeks. His hard body gyrated, his hot breathe bathed my ear, "Since you cheated... I think I'll fuck you right here on the floor."
I chuckled, "No lube out here,...guess you'll have to use you tongue," knowing full well he would back down before doing that. "Oh Yeah, well just stick you hot ass in the air, I'll show you what my tongue can do to you..... you'll be begging for my cock when I'm through," he boosted. I seriously reminded him I had not taken a shower. "Who gives a fuck, get your ass up here, I can handle it," he ordered as one hand urged my hips up while the other forced my shoulder back to the carpet. "Okay....that's better.... get your hands back here and spread'em, I'm not letting go, your not getting away." I complied as ordered. I felt his face move to my waiting ass. His tongue darted, testing, darted again, probing. He grunted with lust as he forcefully began plunging, trying to force into my tight opening. Unsuccessful, he turned to savage kicking, his grunting mixed with moans. His salvia ejected, wetting my puckered being, he probed, poked, probed, the urgency of his thrusting tongue achieved his goal. His pleasure drove him forward as I felt his hotness enter my aching need. I was yielding to my hot desire, I wanted more. The wonderfulness of it all stopped as he abruptly withdrew. I heard the spit and the slap of wet meat as he slicked his weapon for the assault. Again he spit, I felt the wetness as it slid into my waiting hole. He was too ready, I only felt the massive head for an instant before he plunged half his length into me in one savage jab. My breath was taken away, he screamed, "Oh Fucking Yes." Without mercy, he shoved his full length into my bowels, holding it fully in, he gyrated, grinding his tool to loosen me further. The pain faded, quickly replaced by rapture as I envisioned his beautiful cock buried deep within me. I wanted more, "Fuck Me Hard!!!" It ignited him, he pulled half out, then rammed again. He needed no further urging as his cock began to impale me with long steady strokes, the tempo ever increasing. "Your ass feels so fucking hot.....I want to fill your guts with my love....oh yeah .....take it baby.....yeah, take my big dick....you want it don't you baby....yeah, baby, that's it..... open up for me....let me ram you full.....pull my fucking balls, show me how much you like me slamming you" he grunted between thrusts. The pounding was severe, I was being fucked down. "Get you ass back up here!" as his hands pulled roughly on my hips. "Yeah, that's it.....that's it baby....come on, pull my balls....squeeze the fucking cum out....oh yeah baby....I'm close....I'm gonna fill your guts...yeah, that's it, push....push....push....oh fucking yes.....Here It Comes....TAKE IT!!!!!" he screamed as he drove his hot poker, his hands gripped my shoulders as he tried to split me. I felt the fire as it spewed from him in heavy blasting thick streams, filling my being with his seed. His weight crushed me down, his breathing heavy and labored. He gasped in my ear, "My cock....my cocks never felt.....this big....before!" I couldn't answer, his cock felt like it was in my chest, I was sure it had grown by several inches - Each Way.
Her slowly withdrew, inch by painful inch as his softening weapon left me feeling very gaping, very empty, something like the proverbial "Enough room for Mack truck to turn around." I had been fucked as never before in my life. It was awesome!!!!!!!!
Slowly, I made my careful way to the shower. The pleasure in his eyes was hypnotic as he lovingly washed my used body. "Was I too rough??" he softly inquired, his eyes searching for a negative answer as he patted the soft towel over me. I stared back without emotion, I saw the fear creep into his face right before I smiled and seductively shook by head. "You asshole, you scared me for a minute," as he wrapped me in a hug. After a long minute he backed away, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"I think it's only fair you use me now.......say, like teaching me to take your cock down my throat," he playfully suggested as his soft fingers began to stroke my growing hardness. I led him to the bed, forcing him gently to his back. I straddled beside his handsome face, my hard cock brushed his soft lips, " Get it wet all over," I instructed. His hot mouth engulfed half my length as his tongue swirled, the salvia flowed, the wetness escaped his lips as he moved away and down the sides. My cock glistened with his juice. Gently, I slipped a pillow under his shoulders, letting his head drop down, aligning his throat in a straight line. I moved into position, slightly raised, my balls descending to his open mouth. He hunched up, sucking both in at once, gently he nursed. The sensations created a steel hardness through my pulsating cock. I positioned the tip in his mouth as I instructed him to relax, don't try to suck or use your tongue, when it reaches your throat, concentrate on relaxing, then just swallow slightly and it'll slide in. Slowly I moved forward into his hot moist cavity. As I touched the back, he swallowed as I eased further. He gagged, I pulled back. Forward again, he gagged. I kept repeating for him to relax. Forward I moved, his body tensed as my cock popped into his waiting shaft, his hands squeezing my waist. "Relax," I whispered, as I slowly withdrew. I felt his sense of accomplishment as he readjusted, presenting himself for another stroke. He gagged slightly but let it slide in, noticeably relaxing his entire being. I eased forward til my balls nestled his nose, holding for a few seconds before withdrawing.
"Enough practice....show me how good you can suck my meat...do it real good and I'll shove it in your throat when I cum," I commanded. He greedily began sucking with fury and passion. He suctioned hard trying to extract my insides thru my hole...his tongue licking the head as he sucked. His fingers pinched my nipples as his hot mouth begged for more. I thrust repeatedly, but stopping before his eager entry. He squirmed, moaned, whimpered, his every movement begging for more, he wanted everything I could give. "Oh that feels so good.....suck harder....yeah like that....oh yes....suck it....suck it.....I want to fill Your gut.....suck me dry," I pleaded. I felt my load being pumped from my heavy nuts, "When I push, stop sucking and relax," I rasped. My body heaved as I shoved forward, my cock rammed his throat as it exploded, his hotness expelled from his nostrils bathing my balls with ecstasy. His body jerked and flailed as my dick engorged in climax, expanding his throat to new limits. I withdrew as quickly and easily as I could to keep him from passing out. He only gasped a little before he pulled upward to me, kissing and licking behind by contracted balls.
"Did I do okay?" he questioned. "Not bad for your first time." "I like sleeping with you almost as much as the sex," he whispered as he snuggled up beside me. "Same here," I replied. "I'd like to come over as much as you'll let me." "Can't think of anything I'd like more," I answered, "My life's going to be hell when you go back to school soon." "WRONG!!!, have I got a surprise for you.........dad's getting me transferred to the campus here in town", he boasted with his wicked Christopher grin. I was elated to say the least.
For the next two weeks he was waiting each day for me except for the one when his parents had returned.
One night, just before school started, he arrived late, looking very disturbed. He easily discussed his worry. Nathan had come to see him that afternoon, confessing to him that he was in Love with Christopher and had been for many years. It had caught Christopher off guard. He had tried to explain to Nathan he loved him like a brother but not as a lover. There had been a lot of crying, it had upset Christopher immensely, so much so, he wanted only for me to hold him this night.
I had just walked into my office the next morning, the phone rang. It was Christopher, he was babbling, I had to ask him to slow down. His words sank in, my knees buckled as I sat down in disbelief. Nathan had tried to commit suicide, he was still alive and was going to be okay. The bullet had grazed his scalp giving him a nasty concussion. My thoughts were chaotic. I hardly heard him when he told me he was in my hospital. His words finally jolted me back to reality, he was coming to my office.
I sat there numb. Feelings of guilt invaded my being, could I be responsible for initiating Nathan into something that has caused him enough pain to attempt to take his own young life? It was then the next reality hit me. I was the medical assistant to the staff psychiatrist, I was going to have to do the preliminary interview with the patient and family. I glanced at my InBox, the folder was already there. I made my way slowly towards his room. His parents were waiting by his bed. Nathan didn't recognize me at first, when he did, it was a mixture of fear and shock. His dad asked to speak to me alone. I learned they had suspected for some time their son was gay but had been unable to get him to talk about it. It was obvious they were going to be supportive if Nathan would only give them the chance. He didn't know how lucky he was. Finally, I asked to speak to Nathan alone. I knew I wasn't trained for this but I felt my involvement warranted my actions. We had a long conversation about gay lifestyles, love affairs and a myriad of other emotions he would have to experience. I felt my insight could offer him hope, an understanding of his feelings that Dr. Shilling might not be able to fully explain. After all, the doctor had asked me to help him counsel other gay patients in the past. By the time I departed, Nathan had apologized for any hurt he had caused and had admitted he knew Christopher would never care for him the same as he did him but that he would learn to accept his brotherly love. He also added before I slipped out the door that no one but the three of us would ever know I was his first.
Christopher was waiting outside the door, his eyes were red and swollen from crying. I took him aside, giving him some instructions before he went in. While the two `brothers' visited, I explained to Nathan's parents that Dr. Shilling would be by later to talk to them as a family and would probably recommend some local support groups.
When Christopher emerged, he appeared more composed and relaxed. I asked him to my office, he was not enthusiastic about my proposal. I held fast to my insistence, we went in together to see the doctor. My heart sank when the doctor greeted Christopher by name. It had not occurred to me he might know Christopher's family. It was too late, I was committed. I explained our involvement with Nathan, leaving out the graphic details of course. He listened without interruption. When we finished, he thought for a few moments before he spoke. He told us that we had done the right thing in telling him, but he didn't think any purpose would be served for Nathan's parents to know nor did he feel it was his place to inform Christopher's father of his sexual preference. That, Christopher would have to do himself when he thought the time was right. He did point out he had known his father for a long time and felt he would also be supportive. Christopher wasn't so sure.
The next two weeks was a little strained. Christopher was trying to get readjusted to school and sort out his guilt feelings about his `brother'. Nathan had quickly recovered and had even come over for dinner once. Gradually, our relationship returned to normal, especially the hot sex. I was beginning to totally love my hunk but had trouble making a full commitment. I was too afraid his young desires would change since I was the only gay sex he had ever experienced. I dreaded the day he would lust after another.
By some miracle, it is now 18 months later....we are still together. It has not always been easy, our usual disagreements center around his studies. Sex has a higher priority to him.
The occasion, Christopher's 21st Birthday, we were on our way for a feast at a local eatery. The man and woman emerging from the limo caught my eye, the man looked familiar. Christopher beamed, "That's Mom and Dad....we're having dinner with them tonight....I told them about US this afternoon...they want to meet you...especially since your going to be part of the family now."