What Was I Thinking? Part III
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It felt a lot running away, but from what? The immediate threat to both Nick and I was gone now.
My sociopathic protege, Jason had turned my life upside down and then fled back to Ohio, to the safety of rich daddy's arms. The immediate threat was, at least for the time being, out of range. And make no mistake, Jason had been a threat, a mortal threat to both Nick and I. He had tried to kill us both.
Dozing next to Nick, in our first class seats over the Atlantic, I started to full consciousness with an uneasy feeling. Despite the new security systems and other precautions I'd had put in place before we left, I just couldn't relax.
I looked over at Nick in the seat beside me and remembered that Scott had promised to keep an eye on the place while were gone.
Reaching for Nick's hand, I felt it curl around mine in that comforting way that it always does when we're close to each other.
"What's wrong?" He asked sleepily, through closed eyes. "Another bad dream?"
"I haven't actually been to sleep yet." I whispered.
"Sure you have." He assured me, still with his eyes still closed and head back in his seat. "I waited and watched. You seemed to be fighting it for a while but you did get to sleep and dude, you've... well, we've got to do something about that snoring problem you have."
"I don't snore!" I objected.
Opening his eyes, Nick turned to me, "Oh, okay", he laughed. "But be sure to tell all those passengers and the flight attendant who's been giving me dirty looks for the past hour that you don't. I'm sure you can state your case better than I can. Besides, it didn't get bad until the mumbling started."
"Was it that loud?" I conceded. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"I thought you could use the rest." Nick squeezed my hand reassuringly, then raised our clenched hands to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. "You haven't slept for more than ten minutes at a time for the last two weeks."
He was right. Since the episode with Jason and the unfortunate death of Marc Vincent, I had not been in very good shape. Apprehension and near debilitating anxiety had been my constant companions lately. Thankfully, Nick had been there to help me maintain perspective.
After the night that it all came to a head, we never spoke of it directly, but Nick could see that I was breaking inside and he remained strong and steady. He wouldn't let it sweep me under.
During our short but intense relationship, neither of us had been too intrusive but now, Nick seemed stronger than I ever thought either of us were. He held my head while I wept, he reassured me when I needed it most and he left me alone when he could see that that's what I wanted.
"Well, you snore too, you know?" I chided, in an effort to lighten the mood.
"God, not like you!" Nick chuckled, a little too glibly. "I know what you need."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"Just follow me in a few minutes."
With that, Nick got up headed for the restroom.
After two or three minutes I joined him in there. It was dark and most of the passengers were asleep so almost no one took any notice.
Nick had shed his trousers and boxers and was seated on top of the small sink in the restroom when I entered. He was stroking an ever growing erection as I watched in awe. He had to pull his long legs up to allow me to open the door.
He nodded at me. "Mile High Club member since 92, how 'bout you?"
"Since 97." I answered, staring into his sparkling hazel eyes.
I was well aware that this a maneuver meant to distract me, but I also know it was working.
"Hey, I'm not sure I'm doing this right." He said seductively looking down and stroking his semi-erect member. "You think you could give me a hand?"
Nick's long, fat cock was certainly a welcome sight. Even though I've seen it many, many times, I'm still a little shocked and thrilled in its presence.
I wrapped my hand around his member and it immediately sprang to life under my touch. That reaction always sends shivers through my body. The way it swells and throbs under my hand.
"Oh yeah, that's how it works." He smiled.
Just as I was about to take his cock into my mouth, he grabbed my head and pulled it toward his face.
We stared at each for a moment and then shared an open mouth kiss with our eyes open. Kissing and licking each other's mouths he managed to open my belt and pants had them well past my hips without breaking eye contact.
I could feel the waves of lust radiating off Nick's body and sweeping over me as he groped for my dick.
He adjusted his ass on the sink and braced his feet on the wall behind me. Then he licked his and slicked his ass before putting my hard dick to his hole.
It wasn't enough lubricant but he pulled me into himself anyway. After a few anxious tries I found a way in. Looking down, I dropped a wad of spit on my dick to help smooth the way. Both of us staring down at the connection of my dick to his ass. Within seconds I was sliding into him.
I always love the look on his face when I finally break into him. He never makes a sound, but know it hurts. His mouth drops open and he grips whatever part of my body that he can.
But Nick is just like me. Don't prolong the pain by stopping or going slow, just go for it. He pulled me into him and my dick slid into his ass with a bit of difficulty. The friction almost caused me to cum right away.
Nick's body is about as big as my own, so I sometimes wonder how he folds himself and can still accommodate my dick.
Seated as he was, he couldn't fuck back, but that was okay, I nailed his ass to that sink.
I pounded his ass like it was my last day on earth. Nick stroked his dick while I drove in and out of him.
Nick's ass is so tight that it really only takes a few strokes to get off, but I've learned to wait for him to cum before I finish.
Just as I was thinking it he shot a huge was of cum up onto his own chest.
Even if I try to hold back, I can never stop myself from cumming when I see Nick getting off. His long, fat dick started to squirt all over the both us and I could feel his asshole contracting around my cock while his body shook violently.
It blasted my chin and clung to hair on his chest and stomach it ran down his sides.
Its not just his juice shooting, but his face screws up into this exquisite array of emotions that I've never seen on any other human face before.
When I'm inside Nick, its like nothing else in the world matters. It all goes away and I'm joined to him. I love him.
I can't help myself when I'm with Nick, it feels like I have to drive my dick into him to save my life. And I need to hold his body. The smacking sound of our flesh reminds me that we are both human, but for one brief moment, when I cum, we are not two, we're one, we are floating on a cloud, suspended in the cosmos and nothing can touch us.
As I fire my load up into Nick's body again and again, I feel an urgent need and simultaneous release. I just can't get enough of him. My flesh sliding inside him, his body accepting and holding me, strongly, his strong manly muscles nearly biting into my hard cock. I love him and there's no taking it back, but I don't say it.
The look on his face, the fire in his eyes makes short work of any doubts that I have, any lingering reservations. He's the only man who ever stared into my face, my eyes when he came. I need him more than I can say, more than I can imagine.
His fat cock between us, done shooting, but still jerking. My rod still inside him, holding him wide open and my orgasm still not done. Every inch of my body still tingling, still on fire as a tear drops from my eye. I love this muscular, sweaty, masculine man for all that I'm worth. Its too much.
This is man sex and it makes all the difference in the world. Its stronger than hetero-sex. Its stronger than anything.
I don't remember much of the flight after that. I must have slept through the rest of it, because he never mentioned it. The next thing I remember is changing planes. By the time we arrived at our destination in Athens, I was well rested and ready.
The plan was that we'd visit Nick's mom at her villa on Corfu, so we made our way to that island. I'd made arrangement for a suite a hotel there in advance. It was not what I expected, but it was comfortable just the same.
"Alright, I've called my mom and she's going to meet us for dinner in town." Nick informed me after we got settled into our hotel room.
"Listen dude, I don't think I'm going." I said. "I don't feel up to it."
Everyday with Nick is a good day. We've been through a lot over the past few months and it really drew us together, but family ties are usually very strong and I wasn't up to meeting his mom just yet.
At first Nick's eyes showed a flash of sadness then curiosity, then understanding.
"Alright." He conceded, without further urging.
I put forth my best argument, but its difficult to deny those beautiful hazel eyes anything. When those thick dark eyebrows arch in that pleading way that he can so readily assume, I just want to give him whatever he asks for and he never asks for anything.
"I just think that since you haven't seen her in a while that maybe you and your mom should have some time alone." I said.
"Yeah." He agreed, straightening his tie and smoothing the lapels of his Armani suit.
He looked gorgeous. And I wanted to go with, but something in my gut told me that I should let him do this on his own.
"You'll be alright?" He asked, running his hand through my hair and pulling my face close to his.
"Yeah, I can think I can get through a few hours without you." I laughed.
He smiled and kissed my quickly on the lips.
"You know what I mean." Nick demanded.
"Yeah, I know, but I'm cool. Go see your mom." I urged kissing him lightly on the forehead. "You look great."
"Thanks." Nick kissed me again. "I'll be back soon."
After Nick left I felt a vague sense of panicked anxiety come over me, as if he might suddenly decide or somehow be persuaded not to come back. I quickly fought off that irrational thought when I realized that I was becoming far too emotionally dependant upon him. I had to reel it in and try to maintain a healthy perspective. I decided to leave a note, then went down to the hotel bar.
The guy behind the bar was way cool to me. Somehow, he sensed my anxiety and we drank several shots together while sharing a mutual admiration for each other. He really made me feel at home in a foreign country. His vague British accent was somewhat comforting as well.
During a bathroom break, I was able to reflect on what a downer I had been to Nick. I vowed to myself that I'd make more of an effort to be there for him, in whatever capacity he needed me in.
Walking out of the restroom, with Nick's face still fresh in my mind and preoccupied with my zipper, I ran smack into another patron coming into the bathroom.
As my body smashed into his, he caught me in his arms. He was just a few inches taller than me and that made all the difference. He actually caught me in his arms.
"Oh dude, I'm sorry." I apologized, looking up into his face.
He was gorgeous. An extremely gorgeous older man. I just stood there stunned for a second.
"Is okay." He said in heavy accented English, then smiled broadly. "You are American, no?"
"Yes." I nodded quickly.
Just then I realized that I was still in his arms, as well as leaning into his big strong upper body. I quickly pulled myself away and straightened my posture.
"American, yes." I said. "And sorry about running into you."
He just smiled again and took his hands off me.
"OK?" He asked.
"Yeah." I nodded.
As we passed each other, I felt my dick hardening in my pants.
I looked back at him for no apparent reason and he was just standing there smiling back cordially at me. The he slipped into the men's room.
As I sat down, still wondering that guy had the hots for me, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, what's up?", I heard in my ear.
I turned to find Nick at my side.
Resisting the urge to hug him, I smiled.
I can't tell you the warm feeling that washes over me whenever Nick is near me. I still get that weird rush of adrenaline when he's within my sight. It just makes me feel good to be near him.
I absolutely resist the urge to say that I love him every time I see him, just like I resist the urge to kiss him on the mouth, but I do resist it. I'm a guy after all and in most places that won't go over very well. Hell, we rarely even touch each other in public.
But he knows how I feel about him. I know how he feels about me.
Generally, I feel energized and immediately brighten whenever he enters a room. Jealously, I find that most people react the same as I do. People just love him upon first sight, he just looks so good and is so confident and self-assured, but I get a little thrill when he invariably comes right over to me.
Aside from his stunning body and beautiful face, Nick has an immediate charm and brilliance that shines like a beacon on quiet sea. You just can't help staring at him. Men and women alike take notice.
"How was dinner?" I smiled, glad as hell to see him.
"Good, but, my mom wants to meet you, no exceptions, she said."
"Okay." I acquiesced.
The sexy guy from the bathroom walked by and my eyes followed involuntarily.
"Friend of your?" Nick asked.
"No, I just ran into him coming out of the bathroom." I confessed.
"You wanna fuck him or go get dinner?" Nick asked, matter-of- factly, as if this was a normal practice with us.
I was a little startled and I looked at him. Was he testing me?
"What? He's obviously good looking."
I wasn't quite sure what to say.
"Dinner, I think." Answering causally.
"Where should eat?" Nick asked.
"How about just having room service?"
"Sounds good."
Nick's mother was very charming, yet intensely formal. It was like taking tea with the Queen of England. I could immediately see which side of the family Nick had got his good looks. She was tall, thin and very beautiful. She looked almost regal. It was nearly impossible to guess her age but she certainly appeared to be too young to have a son Nick's age.
She eyed me suspiciously from the outset.
"So, Nick tells me that you've been taking very good care of him." She said over dinner on her personal yacht.
It seemed almost like an accusation. And Nick seemed in a constant state of blush and would barely meet my gaze. I'd never seen him so suppliant and humble.
"Yes ma'am, he's been a very good friend to me." I answered.
During the entire dinner she maintained a civil but slightly contemptuous tone. Nick was uncharacteristically quiet, so I continued to spar with mother over my profession, politics and religious affiliations. She was tough, opinionated and downright confrontational when it came to the subject of marriage and children.
I knew precisely where she was going with this, but she obviously had too much class to broach the question directly. She wanted to know when I planned to leave her son in peace to pursue a more appropriate relationship.
In fact, when she actually did mention the word grandchildren, I saw Nick wince and take a deep gulp from his wine glass. She took note of his reaction as well.
I don't like anyone making Nick feel bad in any way, so I immediately went on the defensive.
It seems she had added to her fortune by burying rich husbands. Apparently, Nick's dad was during her period of rebellious slumming, because she was loaded, her family was loaded and she made no apologies for it. I don't blame her.
She was from a wealthy family and totally observed the European class system.
Anyway, her current husband was absolutely opposed to attending this dinner, which was why we were eating on the yacht.
"Well, you boys feel free to come back anytime." She dismissed us, as she left the table.
We both stood as you do in formal company, when a lady stands.
Once she had retired to her private quarters, Nick seemed to breath a little easier.
The weirdest thing happen after that, Nick got up came over to me.
"I love you." He said, grabbing me and holding on for dear life. I hugged him back.
Prior to the meeting with Nick's mother, I'd booked a hotel suite as close to beach as possible on Mykonos. This was the real starting point of our vacation.
The Cyclades Islands are nothing like I've ever seen. So much beauty and culture, if you've never been there, I highly recommend it.
While we were there we also visited Santorini, Naxos and Paros.
This is the party capital of the world. Forget South Beach or even the beaches on the west coast of America. These people know how to party.
Nick and I were finally able to forget the horrors of the past few weeks.
"What do you think, Italy or France?" I asked him.
"You choose. You seem to have a better 'party radar' than me.
--- All responses welcome.