Tommy and Tanner Chapter 18
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Tommy and Tanner, chapter 18
Lee had just put on his pants and dressy shirt and was contemplating whether or not he should wear a sports jacket when his doorbell rang. He opened the door to see Peter smiling on the step wearing a jacket. Well, his question about apparel was answered quickly enough.
"Sorry I'm early, but I wasn't sure about traffic and I didn't want to be late." Peter said by way of greeting.
"Coming early isn't a problem in this case," Lee said, wondering if his play on words would be appreciated.
"Better to come prematurely than not at all," Peter grinned knowingly.
"I'll grab my jacket and we can be off. I thought we'd park at the nearest Metra station and ride downtown. That will save us a lot of hassle in traffic as well as a big fee for parking."
"Cool! That's what I usually do. Those downtown ramps cost a fortune. Once I had this beat-up old car parked in one of them, and when the attendant told me how much I owed, I said `sold!'"
Lee appreciated Peter's sense of humor. The two young men joked and talked about various subjects all the way into the city. Although staying away from any intimate details, they found out a lot about each other that made it seem as if they'd been acquainted for years.
When they emerged from the subway stop near "The Miracle Mile," Peter led the way to a restaurant he was eager to try. Having looked it up on the `net, he didn't suffer sticker shock when he read the menu.
"Since you're providing the tickets, I'm buying dinner," he announced.
"But, I got them free and this place is pricey," Lee said.
"That's not a problem. I planned for this. I'm trying to impress you with my good taste and ample bank account," he grinned mischievously.
"Okay I'm convinced of your good taste, but I know what teachers pay looks like. At least let me leave the tip."
"Okay, if it makes you feel better, I will."
After their leisurely dinner, they strolled the few blocks to the Ford Theater for the performance. As promised, their seats were in a prime location and on the aisle.
The audience was drawn into the story of Billy Elliot very quickly. The boy who had the lead was fantastic. When he performed the "angry" dance at the end of the first act, he left the viewers breathless with excitement.
Lee and Peter headed for the lobby and the restroom during intermission to stretch their legs and relieve their bladders of the wine and coffee they'd had with dinner. On the way back, they ran into the young star's mother. When Lee introduced Peter to her, she couldn't help but give him a quick appraisal, and judged him to be a fitting mate for her friend.
"I'm delighted to meet you. I'm so pleased that you men could use the tickets. My parents were supposed to come, but couldn't make it."
"Oh, that's sad," Peter observed. "They're missing an awesome performance by their talented grandson. I'll bet they're heartbroken, especially after paying for prime seats."
"We stage mothers get a few really good comp tickets during the run, so they're not out anything. They're planning to come in a couple of weeks after they're sure Mom's over her summer cold. Those can be so nasty. Anyway, I'm happy you could use the tickets. And thanks for saying nice things about my firstborn."
"I haven't said anything that isn't 100 per cent true!" Peter assured her.
The second half of the show was equally spellbinding and filled with energy and emotion. The guys squeezed each other's hand occasionally during an especially compelling scene, like when Billy kissed his best friend as he left town for ballet school.
"Did you pack an overnight bag?" Lee asked as he unlocked the door to his condo.
"Yeah, but I'm not sure I should stay. Maybe we haven't gotten to know each other as well as we should before an overnight."
"This would be a prime opportunity to do that," Lee said. "I told you I wouldn't put pressure on you to share my bed and I still mean that."
"I know, but I think I'd like to wake up in your arms if I could do that without messing anything up between us."
"Why don't you get your bag? We'll shower in separate bathrooms and put on boxers or something to sleep in. We'll stay dressed like that while we talk, and maybe cuddle. I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with."
"Okay," Peter smiled. "I'll be right back."
Fifteen minutes later, both men were sitting side by side on the sofa clad in sleep shorts and sipping a small glass of wine. They held hands, grinning like two teenagers on a first date.
When their glasses were empty, Lee looked into Peter's eyes hopefully.
"Have you decided where you'd like to sleep?"
"I don't care as long as it's with you." Peter answered, brushing his lips across Lee's left ear.
Having received the answer he was wishing for, Lee ushered Peter into the master bedroom with its queen-sized bed. It was roomy enough for the two of them, but still kept them in fairly close proximity.
"Peter, please turn on your side and let me spoon up against your back. I'd like to hold you."
Peter did so, and Lee cuddled up. It felt comfortable to both of them until Lee's hardon began to press against Peter's butt. Peter's body went rigid.
"I can't!" he gasped.
"Sorry," Lee apologized as he turned so that they were back to back.
"No, it's me who should ask for forgiveness. Please don't be angry."
"I'm not angry."
"But you turned your back on me. I guess I can let you do it. I don't want to push you away."
"Peter, turn around and face me please."
Peter complied while Lee turned on a bedside lamp, illuminating the tears on Peter's face.
"Peter, I'm sorry about poking you with my dick. It wasn't intentional. I'm not going to deny that you turn me on big-time, but I'm not going to use you. I'm beginning to care for you more than I should admit, having known you such a short time. I don't want to hurt you; I want to make you feel good."
"Thanks. I have to tell you something so you'll know where I'm coming from. I was in an abusive relationship in college. It ended several years ago and I've been in therapy since. I'm a LOT better, but obviously some things set me off. I do trust you, but I trusted Sam when I first met him. He was cute and considerate in the beginning."
"Did he hurt you verbally or physically?" Lee asked, his dislike of "Sam" growing by the second.
"Both. He brainwashed me into feeling like a worthless piece of dog-shit so that I'd be willing to take whatever he dished out and not leave him. He broke my arm one time, and I was dumb enough to stay with him. But the last straw was when I found he was using heavy drugs and paying for them with his body. It scared me to think what he might be exposing me to, and it frightened me that he might lose control and kill me when he was drugged up. On top of that, he told me he wanted me to get it on with another guy while he watched. I'm pretty sure the other guy had offered him money or drugs for my ass.
I broke up with him that day. I slept several nights on the couch at a house a couple of buddies were renting. I moved back into the dorm when I could get the paperwork done, but I still couldn't get free of him because he knew my mobile number and kept calling me. I got my number changed and after a couple of months I gave the cops an anonymous tip about the drugs he had stashed. I waited that long so I wouldn't be implicated and so he couldn't know for sure that I was the narc."
"Is he still a threat?"
"No, he's in prison and should be for several more years."
"Did he expose you to anything bad?"
"No, thank God! I've been tested for everything several times since and I've always come up clean. Sorry to dump all this on you. I know it's a mood-killer. I should get dressed and go home."
"NO! Please don't. Let me help take away the hurt. I'll turn on my side and you can cuddle against me. You can touch me anywhere you want and that will be fine with me. I promise I won't do anything back without your permission."
"You're sweet," Peter cried. "I'd like you to stay facing me so we can kiss. I want to make out with you, and someday when I can do it without freaking out, I'd like to make love with you if you want."
Lee gently kissed Peter on the lips. He was so turned on by this guy that he wanted to grind their crotches together in lust, but he knew he needed to show restraint and let Peter control the pace at which their intimacy progressed.
Eventually, Lee lay on his back and asked Peter to lay his head on his chest. And that was how they fell asleep.
Dorothy Cranston smiled at the partial transformation of her kitchen. It was beautiful with its new vinyl floor and stainless steel appliances. The oak cabinets gleamed under the fresh coat of wax that the crew had applied after thoroughly cleaning the wood. The countertops were being custom cut and it would be a couple of weeks before they were ready. They would provide the finishing touch.
It had been a whirlwind for the past few days. Her contractor had plunged into the work with enthusiasm because his workers had been idle for a week. There weren't a lot of calls for his services in the recession. Also, the warehouse at the home improvement store was stocked with most of the things they needed and eager to part with them at a discount.
The bathrooms and four of the five bedrooms were in a state of chaos. The old wallpaper was proving to be nearly as tough as the plaster on the walls behind it. At least the bathrooms were usable, but they would get new toilets, sinks, and light fixtures to complete them. Back in the 50's, they'd been "modernized" but would look more like they had originally after her contractor installed fixtures that were made to look like those of the period in which the house was built.
Yesterday she had put a deposit on an apartment in St. Petersburg, Florida where an old classmate lived. It was a lovely little place that wouldn't be much work to keep up, and she could eat meals in the communal dining room on the main floor if she didn't feel like cooking. The center had a comfortable van and a big Cadillac sedan that were available to chauffeur residents wherever they needed to go. It would be a convenient arrangement.
Cyprus Gardens was a total-care facility, so she could be transferred to assisted living or the nursing wing if and when that became necessary. Dorothy was ready for whatever came, including the willing of her body to the university medical school when she no longer needed it.
She was excited about living where the winters were warm. This past one in Illinois had been rough on her.
Lee awoke on Saturday morning realizing that he was wrapped around Peter's back with his hardon pressing into the crack of his friend's bare butt. In fact, it had "escaped" through the fly and was now in contact with Peter's skin. Lee jumped back, hoping he hadn't traumatized Peter.
"It's okay," Peter assured him. "You didn't do it; I did."
"What?"
"You were sleeping on your side and I backed up to you and pulled your arm over me. It felt so good that I slipped off my shorts and reached back to freed little Lee from your shorts. I'm sorry; I should call him BIG Lee!" Peter giggled. "He certainly is a standup guy!"
"But didn't it make you feel frightened?"
"A little at first, but I did the deep breathing exercises my doctor recommended and they relaxed my body. Since you were asleep, I felt like I was in control, and after a few minutes I began to enjoy the feeling of your morning wood at the entrance to my body. Want to see how much I like it?" Peter asked, guiding Lee's hand to his throbbing erection.
Lee kissed the back of Peter's neck as he held the meaty appendage in his right hand. He massaged Peter's ball sac gently with his finger tips while moving down enough to nibble on his ear.
"You're gonna have to stop that or you'll end up having to change the sheets." Peter warned.
"I'd love to feel that big thing in my mouth. Would I be taking unwanted liberties if I sucked on it?" Lee asked.
"Not if I you turn around so I can try to get all that down my throat," Peter giggled again, feeling Lee's raging hardon.
The two men kicked back the sheet and Lee stripped off his shorts. Then he pulled Peter on top of him, so as not to make him feel he was being forced, and they made out with abandon. Neither had been with anyone in a long time and that period of total abstinence served to make them hornier than either remembered ever having been.
They rubbed their bodies together while kissing deeply. The resulting electricity was more than their overloaded nerve circuitry could handle. Peter started to moan into Lee's mouth. He gave a final gasp, stiffened, and let loose a flood of cum between them worthy of a stallion at stud. Lee added a similar quantity seconds later.
"Guess you're going to have to change the bed anyway." Peter panted. "That was AWESOME!"
"Yeah, we never did get to the oral stuff. We'll have to do that later."
"How are we gonna get out of bed without dripping all over the carpet?"
"I have a solution, if it won't gross you out," Lee replied as he ran his hand between them and brought his sticky finger toward his own mouth.
"Could you share, please," Peter requested, licking his lips.
Lee scooped up another good quantity of their mixed loads and fed it to Peter who returned the favor. They took turns until most of it was consumed. Not much of their jizz actually ended up on the sheets.
Some 15 minutes or so later, they climbed into Lee's shower together to rinse away the residue. After they dried off, they slipped back into their sleep-shorts and headed for the kitchen to assuage their hunger.
"Please stay again tonight," Lee requested.
"I brought only one change of clothes."
"Save them for tomorrow. We won't get dressed today other than these shorts.
"That could be dangerous!"
"Yeah!"
"Lee, you're a very naughty boy."
"Are you going to spank me?"
"Nope! I'm not into any kind of physical punishment, even in fun. After Sam..."
"I'm sorry. I'll have to learn to keep my big mouth shut and not tease about things like that!"
"No. I'm the one who has to get his act together. I'm going to get over my hang-ups. I have to if I'm ever going to be happy and make you happy too. I think you've guessed that I'm pretty much a bottom. Oh God, do you think we could make it as a couple? I know, I'm rushing things and I was the one who said we shouldn't."
"I've never been a big believer in love at first sight, but you might be changing my opinion on that. It seems like we have enough in common to make a go of it, and I am falling for you in a serious way. Are you asking me to go steady?"
"That's so-o-o junior high, but I guess that's what I'm doing. What we're sharing is a lot more than hooking up, a least from my perspective."
"Mine too. Hey, in the interest of saving on laundry, instead of getting dressed let's go to the pool. We have a pretty nice one in the complex. You can borrow a pair of trunks from me."
"That's a great idea! I'd love to get into your trunks..." Peter joked, licking his lips.
"If you keep talking like that, we'll never leave the house!"
Before heading to the pool, Lee put flour, yeast, salt, sugar, water, oil and a bit of lemon juice in his bread maker and set it on the dough cycle. In 90 minutes, he'd come back to roll the dough flat and then roll it up into three baguettes to rise a second time. Then he'd go back to the pool. He was planning to make a quick spaghetti sauce for their evening meal and wanted fresh bread to go with it.
Armed with two large beach towels, sunglasses, and lotion, the guys staked out a spot in the sun. They swam a few laps before settling down on the loungers to catch some rays. Of course they slathered lotion on each other even though both had great all-over tans. It was mostly an excuse to touch in public and both plumped up a little in the process.
When the alarm in Lee's phone went off, he excused himself to roll out the dough. He returned a few minutes later and, much to Peter's delight, said it was time to apply more sunscreen.
The next time the alarm sounded, the guys packed up and went back to the condo. Lee put the bread in to bake while they showered. They'd barely finished when it was time to take the bread out.
Lee decided to cut into one of the baguettes for their lunch. He had deli roast beef, turkey, and a couple of kinds of cheese to use for sandwiches. Along with lettuce, horsey sauce, and kettle-cooked chips, they had a quick and delicious lunch.
"You're a good cook!" Peter exclaimed. "You'll make someone a good wife."
"Are you proposing already? We just started going steady a couple of hours ago."
"Nah, I'm not doing that quite yet; maybe I'll wait til at least tomorrow, but I might have a proposition for you."
"Proposition me all you want!" Lee laughed. "I'll bet you're gonna make me an offer I can't refuse."
The extra meat and cheese was barely back in the fridge before Peter got on his knees in front of Lee, pulling down Lee's shorts in the process. He began his "assault" by burying his nose under Lee's `nads and tonguing his perineum. Lee was in ecstasy. Joe had been a considerate lover, but never an adventurous one. Peter seemed to be both!
"Uh, we'd better take this to bed before I get to the point of no return," Lee said in gasps.
Peter stood to go with him, but found that Lee was stripping him before they got out of the kitchen. Lee took a few minutes to swallow Peter's impressive cock to the pubes before gagging and backing off.
"Damn that's hot!" Peter exclaimed. "Yeah we'd better get to that bed unless you want a reason to mop the kitchen floor as well as wash the sheets!"
"Cum on vinyl will make it shine better than wax!" Lee laughed.
The men hurried to Lee's bedroom, their rampant cocks leading the way. Lee lay down in the middle of the bed on his side and Peter lay beside him in the opposite direction so they were lying face to crotch in the 69 position. Lee licked Peter's balls and then ran his tongue from the base to the tip of his dick. Peter began to employ the same technique on Lee. Soon they were producing streams of precum. This continued for about 10 minutes until Peter began to breathe irregularly and moan intensely. Lee backed off in the nick of time. Peter lay there with his cock throbbing as if it would blow any minute without being touched. Eventually, it settled down and wilted slightly.
"Oh man, I was so close!" Peter moaned. "Why didn't you let me cum?"
"I was close too. It'll be all the better when we finally do shoot."
"Okay, but don't make me wait too long. You're not afraid to have me cum in your mouth are you?"
"Nope. If I were, I wouldn't have eaten your juice earlier. But let's not swallow until we've shared it in a kiss."
"Suits me! That's so wicked hot!!!
After both guys had hardened up to about half mast, they licked the inside of each other's legs and teased their way back to sucking again. Just as Lee had predicted, it was even hotter than before. Within about five minutes, they were plunging headlong into orgasm. Their balls pulled up close to their bodies and, moaning and writhing, they came simultaneously.
Peter quickly reversed his position on the bed and they kissed deeply making a cocktail of their offerings. Then they swallowed greedily, each trying to clean the other's mouth out with his tongue.
In a few minutes, they lapsed into a peaceful sleep.
Author's notes: David reports that his mother is doing a bit better. Please continue to keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
Thanks to all who contacted me this week in one form or other: Roger L, Jim C, Bill T, Trish R, Walt S, Bill K, Rutabaga, John McD, Bert H, Bob Z, Ott H, Jim W, Lawrence an Douglas, Tom A, John J (#92), Gary McC, Paul R, Ethan T (#93), and Hans S.
Great news from our neighboring state, Illinois! Civil unions are now legal for same-sex couples. It may not be as much as many will want, but it is a step in the right direction.
One of my readers, Anthony, has started posting "Alex's Guardian Angel" which should be under high school now. I have read the first few chapters and find it a compelling tale that has left me wanting to read more. Hope you will check it out and give him the kind of feedback that we all live for.
Hans has also recently added to "Between a Rock and a Hard Place" and "Just Like Scott" (young friends). Danny and Trish have added new chapters to their stories. Danny's is, "Brothers in Arms" and Trish's is, "A Voice from the Past."
Happy reading,
David