Chapter 15

Mike was able to slowly open his eyes. They had trouble focusing as the room was no longer bathed in the golden glow of the sun. Instead he saw the darkness coming, a soft blue, deepening, covered him and Scott. The room seemed so quiet to him, he could hear the gentle sway of the wind outside, along with the soft almost cat like purring of Scott.

He smiled as he turned his head to stare over to Scott’s body, laying next to him. He could see his naked chest rising then falling in a steady rhythm. His heart felt very light, but the mere sight of Scott’s soft pink nipple made it skip a beat as his mind went back to a few hours earlier.

The passion he had just experienced, made him feel like was walking on air. As his eyes became accustomed to the dusk, he also realized the scope of his new found life. Here he was, laying next to a man who obviously hadn’t told him everything. Hell this bedroom was larger than any apartment he had ever lived in, and what was the rest like? Mike shook his head, wondering just what lay ahead. He knew he was scheduled to be here for 3 months on the course, then what? What would happen then?

Mike didn’t normally think so far ahead. For the most part he went with the flow, reacting for the most part to what life dealt him. Sure he had his dreams, but never too specific, and now here he was, living in what had to be a fantasy world. The sheets were stain and the room definitely oozed money and wealth. Just really who was Scott?

As his thoughts turned to the young man next to him, he felt a slight stirring and felt Scott’s arm move along his stomach, squeezing him gently, as if making sure that he was still there. He smiled with the thought, and his groin seemed to agree with his inner feelings of contentment.

Glancing over to the doorway, he noticed his suitcase standing all alone. The shabby brown case stood out like a sore thumb in the room’s opulence. A bit of a frown crossed his lips as he realized that almost everything of value was in that suitcase, and none of it really amounted to much. His eyes now glanced back at the soft face resting on his shoulder, the gentle breath against his bosom, seemed to belie the fact that Scott certainly traveled in a different economic circle than he did.

His brain was finally facing the one issue he had been dreading. How could he expect to pull his own weight in a relationship with such a wide difference in financial abilities. Sure he would make a decent income, from his paramedic training and all, but obviously nothing like what Scott was making. Judging by the bedroom and what he had seen of the main floor, Scott had to be earning 6 figures, how could he compete with that? The frown deepened on his face as he tried to come to terms with the problem.

“What’s wrong Mike?   You look so lost in thought…”

“Uh… oh you are awake….. wrong? Nothing.. why?”

“That frown…. you look like you a person who is trying to figure out their tax form….hehe”

“Hehe… yeah right…. no… just lost in thought I guess… nothings wrong…. ‘cept that I am starved…. you ever eat around here?”

“Food?  He wants food? Hmm, well I think if memory serves me …. that stuff is generally found in the kitchen …. right after some delivery boy brings it over….hehe”

“Oh really?  Well… what is the delivery boy bringing tonight?   And just what kind of food does he deliver? Hehe”

“Perv..”

“Thank you….. no seriously… don’t you ever cook a real dinner here?   Or you just haven’t figured out where the kitchen is?”

“I know where the kitchen is….just .”

“Just all those knobs confuse your poor blond head?”

“Witty bitch aren’t you?”

“Well funny thing that…. last time I checked my equipment … said I wasn’t no bitch….”

“hehe…. yeah last time I checked it sure as hell said you weren’t a bitch either… hehe   but maybe I need a few more inspections ….. just to make sure….”

“Yeah… well little mike needs some food too… but only after big mike gets fed….. hehe    then you can check him out all you want……. how about I cook us up something.. I do a mean steak….”

“Steak? Hehe I bet you do…. nothing like taking some raw meat and getting it all heated up is there….. hehe ….. okay don’t hit….. ”

“hehe…. careful or ”

“Yeah okay…. but seriously… haven’t really done any grocery shopping … and the larder she is rather empty I do believe…. hehe”

“Well… okay… so what did you have planned?”

“hehe.. need you ask? …. okay okay…. I get it…real food then protein…. I get it…. I don’t know…. how bout we order in some Chinese?  Good place around here that is pretty good….”

“Sounds good…. ”

“Great….. tell you what…. I’ll go order us some sustenance while you get used to the joint…. hehe   maybe unpack the essentials… like toothbrush and shaving kit… the clothes you can just leave in the bag…. hehe  ..don’t think you’ll need them much….”

“Fuck you are a horny bitch today Scott… hehe   good thing you aren’t on viagra…. I’d never get any food…”

“Yep..”

Scott tossed aside the covers, exposing his naked body to Mike’s roving eyes. His perfect milk white skin glistened, and he guickly stood up. The creamy white flesh of his of buttocks brought an instant reaction from Mike, who could feel the coves shifting by his groin, his penis pushing the heavy quilt upwards.

Grabbing the housecoat by the chair, Scott managed to cover himself for the moment. He turned to face Mike, his eyes sparkling as he informed him that he was going to take a bath. Mike just grinned up at him, his erect penis evident to anyone. Scott merely smiled as he walked off to the bathroom.

Mike couldn’t believe it, how sexy Scott was and how damn horny he always seemed to be. Maybe he was on Viagra, cause he sure seemed to be ready at a moment’s notice. He had never experiences such raw animal lust as he seemed to when around Scott. They hadn’t known each other for all that long, and yet their love making was only becoming more intense as well as more frequent.

He shook his head as he tossed his legs over the side of the bed. Glancing down he saw his pants, and other clothes all scattered around the side of the bed. Well, they had been in rather a hurry, but that was over with for now. As he stood up he could feel his still erect dick jerking a bit as his mind kept thinking of those milky white ass cheeks. Damn it, his stomach was growling for food and yet all he could think of was Scott laying in a tub with a bunch of soap suds covering him.

‘Well’ he thought, ‘might as well satisfy one of the hungers’ With that idea firmly fixed in his mind, and the constant vision of those swaying tight butt cheeks, Mike forgot everything else. He put aside his apprehensions and headed off to the bathroom, no house coat, no clothes, just himself in his birthday suit. He could use a nice bath too, he thought, as he turned the door handle to enter the bathroom.

He walked in to a large room and there by the medicine cabinet was Scott, the perfect white flesh still covered by the terry cloth robe. Mike stopped, his mouth opened with a greeting on the tip of his tongue, guickly stifled as he saw a row of pills and Scott counting out different colored pills in the palm of his hand.

Scott turned suddenly as his eyes saw Mike’s reflection in the mirror over the sink. His eyes no longer sparkled and his face reflected the sudden feeling of panic that was starting to take hold of him. He almost dropped the pills in his open hand but managed to clench his fist, holding them from falling.

“Mike….”

“Uh… sorry…. thought I’d…. shit man was is all that?  You sick or something?”

Mike was startled. He had to say something, he couldn’t just ignore the small pharmacy that greeted him. A sudden thought that Scott was some pill junkie raced through his mind and he fought to keep it in check. Just what he needed, to have a lover who was hooked on prescription medicines… or worse, was hiding some secret illness.

“Fuck… uh… sorry Mike… uh… this isn’t how… I mean…. shit ….. I was going to tell you… but later on….. not like this…”

Scott couldn’t get it all out, his voice trailed off into the air, his heart was beating a mile a second but not from lust or desire, but out of fear. He knew that he should have said something before now, but fuck it, if he had he was sure that Mike would of bolted, they always did when they found out… he just wanted to have something, someone, for a while… he knew it was wrong, but he was desperate for someone’s affection.

Hell, that was why he generally sought out young hustler’s, least it gave him the illusion of being loved and every now and then he would find one like Randy, Chris, whatever his name really was. Then Mike happened to him, and he couldn’t stop himself. There was something so special about him that he forgot all about his problem, his secret. He ignored it, tossed it aside, for fear that once Mike found out, he would leave him. Scott was too desperate to keep and hold onto the strange feelings of love and desire that Mike gave him, he not only ignored the problem, he denied its very existence, and now he was going to pay the price.

He sensed the sudden change in Mike. God, what must be going through his head, he thought, as he stared back into the now darkened eyes. No flicker of passion rested inside them, instead they seemed rather cold and forbidding to him. His own heart was pounding hard inside his chest, his chest ached from the pain and the realization that his secret was no longer his alone to deal with, now Mike was about to face it square on.

“Tell me what Scott?”

Mike’s voice was flat, emotionless as he steeled himself for the answer. He knew it had been too good to be true. The sudden meeting, the sudden and deep passion that seemed to erupt between them. Now it all lay shattered at his feet, all because he wanted to have a bath with the man he always dreamed of having as his special partner. There wasn’t anything he hated more than a druggie, whether they were rich or poor he couldn’t stand to be near them. His heart ached that here he thought he had found a mate, instead he had been tricked.

“Well Scott….  what was it you were going to tell me?”

Scott stared into the blank face, the face that once shone as they looked at each other. No longer did it even convey a hint of passion or desire. It was as if a mask had fallen between them. The eyes no longer glistened with desire or need, instead it merely stared back, empty without any sign of life.

He shivered even though the room was a comfortable 75 degrees. His body was racked by the terrible fear of losing Mike, and his mind was in a turmoil. Unsure of what to do, he stammered briefly, then fell silent. The battle was lost, he could see it, but he couldn’t just let it go. Summoning some inner courage that he didn’t even realize he had, Scott was finally able to find his voice. Calmly, despite his inner quaking, he told Mike that they should maybe go and sit down, while he explained it all.

Briefly, he thought Mike wasn’t going to accept the request, then Mike shrugged his shoulders and gave in. He turned and left the room to await Scott and the explanation. Scott looked into the mirror, seeing his face a bit puffy under the eyes, the white skin looked rather ashen in color and his eyes seemed to be like little stones, lifeless and dulled by age.  With a reflex action he popped the myriad of pills into his mouth, swallowed then chased them down with some water.

Still he looked into the mirror, seeing the ravages of his life before him. His heart felt heavy and while he had managed to calm his nerves somewhat, he could still feel the icy grip of his fear wrapped around himself. With his head lowered, he headed off back to the bedroom and Mike.

Scott walked into the lit bedroom. Mike had found the lights, and the place was no longer cast in shadows. He could see the yellow lights reflected in the mirrors and over by the door, he saw Mike.

He was sitting by the table, where the decanter was. Scott stopped briefly, as he noticed that in the few minutes it had taken him to take the pills, Mike had managed to get fully dressed. Will, he had hoped but obviously his hope was unfounded. The dread of losing Mike was once more at the forefront, as he continued to walk towards his fate.

Briefly he thought about dressing as well, but decided against it. He did want Mike, not as a plaything, but for the long haul, and yet he hadn’t been fair to him. He could understand Mike’s anger and hurt, least he thought he did, but then again. It wasn’t like he was some kid, he was entitled to his secrets, and really things had happened so fast, surely Mike could at least be understanding, couldn’t he?

As he walked up the table, he saw the decanter, and licked his lips. Damn, he wished he could have a drink right now, but it was too soon after taking the pills. That would really be a great way to explain himself. Pop a bunch of pills then have some booze. Man, that would impress the hell out of Mike.

Scott sat down, facing Mike across the small round table. He reached out and pushed the decanter off to one side, so that he could at least stare face to face with Mike, without some damn bottle in the way.

Mike watched Scott approach the table, where he sat, confused, angry and unsure. For a short time he had felt like he was in heaven, only to come crashing down to earth when he saw Scott hovering over a bunch of damn pills.

His paramedic training had taught him a few things. One of them was the ability to recognize certain drugs by their shape, smell or size or even color. One of the types he was sure was Valium, and there looked to be at least three of them amongst others.

Could that explain the way Scott had been so hyper most of his time in Atlanta? Hell, could it explain why he acted to impulsively with Randy in that bar? Drugs would explain some of the things but not all. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions, didn’t he owe Scott at least the benefit of the doubt? What kind of lover was he to automatically think of the worse of his partner. Maybe the pills were some sort of medication regime?

Mike was confused, his mind was telling him that his new found love, the one who made him weak in the knees was a pill junkie, yet his heart wanted to believe that it was an illness that needed medication. He was torn between the two views and yet, yet he had acted to his brain. Maybe he was at fault? Maybe he was too guick to judge, and in that one instant he had damaged what may have been a lifetime of happiness.

He watched Scott walking towards him, he saw the disappointment in the face as Scott noticed he had dressed in the short time. His heart started to ache as he saw the beaten look on Scott’s face, and his brain was yelling ‘I Told You So’ and yet his heart still refused to give in.

His eyes refused to stop staring. He couldn’t help it, he searched all of Scott’s mannerisms, the way he walked, the way he held his shoulders, the way his arms moved, his legs, how he held his head, all of it was scrutinized and yet he was no closer to knowing than before. His heart hoped for a sign that it wasn’t what his brain kept trumpeting out to him, but it just couldn’t.

Mike sat there, torn, waiting for the confession as Scott finally sat down at the table, moving the decanter of booze away. God he wished he could reach out and pour the contents down his throat, instead he just sat there, not moving, his heart pounding from fear as he waited to have his worse thoughts confirmed.

It seemed like forever before anyone spoke. They stared at each other, furtively. Scott wouldn’t make eye contact, but he would glance up briefly to try and see something there. Mike’s heart wanted to reach out, but the brain had blocked all other emotions, turning him into some judge awaiting the accuser’s statement.

Too many times in the past had Mike been on the receiving end of such statements. Far too often he had found out that someone he liked or wanted to be with had been consumed by some foreign substance. They rarely admitted to it, in fact most denied their addiction, they always said they could handle it, or that it was for special occasions and maybe for the most part they did, but it always came out the same. It always came out that what they had between them was never real, just some damn chemical reaction.

This time, he had hoped for more, had dared to think of more and then in the bathroom he had seen the same old situation. Funny thing though, his heart was normally the one to close off first, not his brain, but this time it was his heart that was fighting to stay open, not his brain. Could his brain be wrong, could his thoughts merely be a result of too much past baggage?

Scott could see an occasional flicker in the dark eyes before him. He was nervous, not because of what he had to say, well okay sort of but more of what normally happened after. He wanted this to be different, he had prayed that Mike would understand, that Mike would be that one person who was different. Now he would find out, not in the way he had planned, but then it rarely went the way he planned.

It wasn’t his fault and yet he was condemned to the endless questions, the myriad of doubts and eventually the final loss as they realized they couldn’t handle the job. He was doomed to this, least he thought he was until he had met Mike. Randy had been an illusion, he knew that, but Mike, well he had felt real. Now even that hope seemed shattered as he sat there, his head bowed low unwilling to meet the eyes of the one person who he had let loose with.

To be honest, he hadn’t really been all that frank with Mike, his mind told him. So what his heart answered, if you love someone shouldn’t you give them the benefit of the doubt, shouldn’t you be willing to stand by them if they are in trouble? Back and forth it went inside him, as he waited for the final outcome.

Scott placed his hands on the table, as if to grip the flat surface, and instead they just lay there. He could feel Mike’s dark eyes searching him, probing him and yet his own heart refused to let him meet him.

Mike could see the turmoil going on in the drawn face that hanged in front of him. He could see the battle raging across the face just as it raged inside himself. He felt a slight twang of pain at that, surmising the grief and pain that Scott had to be feeling. If it was anything like that going on in his own heart, he could sympathize.

His eyes saw the two hands stretched out on the table. Without even a thought he saw his own muscular hands reach up and move towards the thin fingers of Scott’s hands. He marveled at how his body seemed to suddenly be moving on its own, without consent of his dominating brain. The war was being fought and for this moment, his heart was winning.

The sight of Scott, sitting there dejected and so alone made his heart pound faster, his blood race faster inside and it was enough to make his hands reach out. Slowly they pushed along the flat surface, his own fingers now spread out, stretching forward towards Scott’s.

Mike watched his fingers stretching outwards towards Scott’s. He could feel a jump in his heart rate, he could feel his blood starting to push along faster, his breathing was becoming faster and more shallow as his fingers inched their way along the table top.

Inside his head he could hear the thin whiny screams of his brain, yelling for his hands to stop, swearing at the fingers to listen to it, but they refused. It was only an inch apart now, and in a blink of an eye his finger tips were almost there, just about touching when sparks seemed to fly in the air.

It was unlike any feeling he had ever experienced. Scott reared his head backwards as his whole body seemed to suddenly burst in a flash of light.

Mike’s body shuddered, then the trembling started. His eyes closed briefly, the brilliant flash of a deep blue seared in their memory. He could still see the pulsing flashes through his clenched eye lids. There was no denying the sudden force that exploded between him and Scott.

Every cell in his brain was telling his nerves and limbs to back off, telling him to get up and run and yet suddenly, deep inside his very soul, he felt a strange calm welling upwards. The quaking muscles in his stomach, turned into knots earlier, now relaxed, feeling at ease.

The tenseness in his limbs seemed to suddenly evaporate and instead of feeling like coiled steel, he felt at ease and passive. The calmness roared through his body, calming every screaming nerve, soothing every coiled muscle, softening every taut sinew.

The screams and shrieks from his brain were suddenly muffled, then in no time, as the flashes continued, the noise inside his head left him. A strange but soft whisper seemed to flow through him as his eyes opened now, to gaze into Scott’s face.

His eyes no longer were closed off, the shield had shattered and his brain no longer had him closed off to the world. Mike was able to stare knowingly into Scott’s face, no longer clouded by pre conceived notions or doubts. The face that had attracted him looked drawn, worried, and frightened, and his heart reached out, through his eyes towards Scott.

The sudden jolt of Mike’s fingers brushing against his own fingers had flung him backwards into the chair. His whole body had shook as if in the midst of a 9.0 earthquake. Every part of him had trembled to the touch and his head had been jerked upwards.

No longer was he staring down at the mirror surface of the table. Instead his misted eyes were staring straight ahead at Mike. He was about to turn away, his brain signaling for him to run, when he felt like he was being held in place.

His heart started to quicken its pace, his pulse was racing now and every part of him was urging him to get up and run yet he couldn’t. Something was holding him in place, his arms refused to move, his head was straining to turn away but was being held in check by some unseen force.

Finally he opened his eyes and there before him lay a beautiful scene of blue. He tried to shake his head, to clear his mind from its obvious hallucination, but it wouldn’t change. Flashes of a deep vibrant blue seem to be arcing upwards from where his fingers lay next to Mike’s, and they seemed to enter each of the two bodies at all angles.

Scott moaned softly as he felt his blood starting to run quickly inside his body. His muscles seemed to quiver as a strange force passed over and through them, as if he was being probed by some alien force. Blinking his eyes didn’t stop the strange feeling that was now overtaking his own senses, his own nerves, his own thoughts.

The panic in his mind suddenly stopped. The strident cries to run no longer echoed inside his head, and his heart suddenly stopped its frantic race to burst out. His eyes slowly cleared, the flashes of blue no longer dominated his vision, and he gazed outwards into the shimmering dark pools of Mike’s eyes. His vision was no longer blocked, he could see deep inside and he sighed deeply.

His shoulders seemed to sag, his knees felt like rubber as his eyes penetrated deep into Mike’s soul. He could feel a strange calmness now, as if he was floating in the middle of the ocean. His arms relaxed, his fingers still touching those of Mikes, but the blind terror no longer had him in its grip.

It didn’t take long, before his entire body was calmly sitting back in the chair. Scott could feel the fear in the pit of his stomach slowly evaporating into the air. His stomach muscles were no longer cramped, twisting his guts into knots. He felt at ease for the first time since Mike had walked into the bathroom, seeing him take the pills.

The flashes of blue no longer filled the space between the two men. Instead it was as if a long life line had been passed between the two, and nothing but calm prevailed between them.

Questions passed back and forth, and with each question, the hearts would beat out their answer. Their was no longer the cold analytical analysis of each question or of what the answer should be. Instead it was the two hearts, speaking directly to each other, telling each other their inner most fears, their deepest secrets.

Time stood still as the two hearts exchanged their most hidden doubts, their most painful regrets. Each regret, each vivid memory of pain and anguish passed between the two throbbing organs. Blood flowed within, but so did a strange calmness. No longer did either of them feel alone, feel abandoned to their own devices. Their was comfort in the strange union between them, even though all that physically touched was their finger tips.

Mike could see it happening. His mind no longer rebelled but embraced the sudden change in attitude. He could feel it urging his soul on, calmly directing the steady rhythmic beat of his heart as his questions were answered, and his own fears were equally answered.

He could feel the way Scott felt, the way he had hidden his problem, and instead of feeling guilt at his own reaction, he felt a strange glow, a strange warmth that made his own guilt, his own doubts, vanish into the night.

Scott couldn’t move, and now he didn’t want to leave. His eyes were seeing something he had only dreamed of. His heart was feeling things he had never imagined would happen to him. The constant pain in his stomach no longer ached, no longer invaded his calm. He could feel the strange warmth that surrounded him.

Every part of his body was relaxed, except his groin. For some strange reason he could feel his penis growing hard deep inside him, pushing against his pants. It wasn’t a physical attraction but a strange desire that seemed to be fed by the warmth that covered him. Mike knew that with each stretch of his pants, that across the table lay another penis, equally growing, equally stretched outwards towards him. He felt the warmth intensify around his body and he saw an answering glow surrounding Scott.

His eyes bulged wider as the two warm glows seemed to expand with each passing of thoughts between the two bodies inside. Mike watched as his answers were met by the glow, then passed on to the beating heart inside of Scott. He could feel the beating answers and feel the force of the blood being pumped outwards into Scott’s veins.

Mike had no idea what was happening, all he knew was that he had never felt so calm and so excited. His whole mind was no longer raging at him or ordering him about, instead it seemed to have been tuned out, to be in a state of suspended animation. His heart was in control, and he could feel it reaching out, feel it pressing the strange glow outwards towards Scott.

Scott felt the heat around him. It covered him like a blanket, and every part of his body felt bathed in its softness and its tenderness. He couldn’t explain it, but he could feel his penis shifting between his legs, as if it was stretching outwards. He could feel the skin on his cock stretching, tightening itself along the huge shaft, forcing his head to grow. The blood was filling the thick pulsing vein beneath his cock and it seemed to be a perfectly natural reaction to the situation.

He could feel the head of his cock poking out from the robe that covered his still naked body. His balls were slowly pushing his legs apart, as they climbed upwards to his thick cock shaft.

Scott blinked and he could see the warm glow that surrounded Mike changing shape. As it grew larger, he could feel Mike’s own cock struggling against the jeans fabrics, he could feel the heat it was generating, feel the desire in it to break free and yet he felt strangely calm inside. His heart didn’t skip a beat, it didn’t start to race as it normally did when he was aroused or having sexual thoughts.

Mike could feel his penis stretching forward. He could feel his thick bulging cock head pushing against the metal of the zipper in his pants, feel it pushing against the tight fitting fabric. He knew he was fully aroused, and yet his heart was beating normal, his breathing was equal and full, no ache or sudden need for more air. His whole body was perfectly calm, perfectly relaxed as his heart beat onwards, one beat at a time, equal and steady.

There eyes were still locked together, their finger tips still touched as the warm glow merely grew around them. No longer were their two distinct shapes surrounding each body. The strange shape had reached out to touch then join.  Mike could feel it, he could actually feel the sensation of Scott’s blood rushing through his veins, and he knew too, that Scott could feel his blood rushing through his own veins.

Their minds locked together, and yet no battle, no accusations, no arguments, were forthcoming. Instead all he could feel was a strange peacefulness invade his thoughts. There was no need anymore to doubt, to question Scott. He had his answer and his body was pleased with it. That was all he needed as he felt his blood quicken, his pulse jump ever so slightly faster.

Scott couldn’t believe it. His fears of living alone were vanquished. His doubts of ever being accepted for who he was, what he was, were gone. There was no anxiety of how to act or how to answer, it was all taken care of. He could tell now that it was all going to work out.

His heart was beating, slightly faster to match the steady beat of Mike’s heart. His lungs were filling and exhaling in time with that of Mike’s own lungs. They had become one, no longer lost in their own doubts and fears. Their love had blossomed, had come to their rescue when all seemed lost and their bodies had surrendered to that love.

Mike could feel his penis jerking inside his pants as he realized that he couldn’t exist any longer without Scott. He could feel his balls tight up against his cock root, pumping their life force into his cock. He could see deep inside of Scott that his balls were also engaged in a similar motion and he knew, that together they were going to be.

Scott felt his cock head rearing backwards into the hot blood thickened shaft, he could feel it throbbing between his legs, waiting for that special time. His eyes searched deeper into Mike’s eyes and as they did, he could feel the sudden heat around him grow hotter. He could feel the strange glow start to permeate his entire body. It no longer just warmed his flesh, but dove inside, to warm his already hot blood, to heat his sore muscles.

Scott could feel Mike’s penis starting to pull forward, away from his throbbing shaft, and he knew his own cock head was moving in time as well. He could feel a soft touch around his heart, his eyes blinked and he could see a strange white glow stretching out from Mike’s chest to his own. His breathing seemed to stop and yet he didn’t feel the need to panic or to gulp in air. He knew he was okay.

Mike saw the white glow reaching out, slowly advancing towards Scott’s chest and then he witnessed it touch the perfect white flesh. He could see it enter now, see it move slightly to the left and there he saw its final destination. He saw the pumping organ itself, beating slowly and in time with his own heart. He saw the perfect redness of the blood filled organ as the white glow slowly touched it.

As the beam touched, he felt his own heart slow down a beat, then it kept on going, beat after beat, steady and regular. He could see Scott’s heart beating in time with his own and he felt like he had never felt before. He knew that no matter what life threw at him, he would be all right, because he had Scott.

As the white beam touched and surrounded Scott’s heart, Scott could feel his penis jerking now, he could feel his cum spurting out, splattering all over the place as his heart relaxed even more, his breathing more calm than ever before. His whole body was calm, yet he was ejaculating all over himself and the underside of the table.

Mike could feel a strange wet warmth around his groin. The feeling of his penis jerking inside his pants managed to briefly flood his thoughts, and he knew that he was cumming. His hot sticky milk was flowing eagerly out of his cock, coating his thick shaft with its stickiness. The hot milk was running back along the throbbing shaft, coating his balls now, running between his groin and his inner thighs. Mike had never felt so much love as he did right then and there as he knew that Scott’s cum was also flowing freely at the same time.

The ‘Hoover Dam’ had burst, or so Scott thought as his body seemed to just keep on pouring his milk outwards. His throbbing penis continued to jerk time after time, as more and more of his cum flowed out and along his cock. He could feel some of it as it splashed back onto his cock from the underside of the table.

They sat there for hours, their bodies at ease, their minds at rest, their hearts in triumphant embrace of each other. Goals and dreams now passed between them, as the cum dried along their groins. Mike no longer felt as if he had been kicked by a mule and Scott felt at ease with himself for the first time since he had gotten the news. Finally the finger tips broke their contact, the soft blue glow suddenly shrunk backwards.

Mike rose from the table, and walked softly around it to where Scott sat. He reached out with one hand, resting it on Scott’s shoulder and the deep warmth suddenly was there once more. It enveloped them both, crushing them both together as Scott rose to meet Mike. Together they gazed lovingly at the other, and they could feel the deep love that had found them both.

Once more their bodies seemed to be as one. Both spent cocks were once again fully erect, awaiting a more physical union than previously. Scott reached out with his one hand, gently rubbing the back of his hand along Mike’s angular face, feeling the stubble of the beard, but feeling also the deep love that was also there.

He felt Mike’s hand grasp his, gently pushing the hand down, and then drawing his face closer to him. Mike bent down, his face at one angle as he closed his eyes. His mouth now slightly open, as he brought his lips down to meet Scott’s.

The two kissed, and once more their hearts were joined together, as were their souls. Their torment was over, each one of them no longer racked by secrets or past experiences. Together they walked calmly towards the bed, as one person.

THE END

Chapter 14

It took him several minutes to catch his breath and to even begin to feel his legs and arms. Scott could feel the dried cum inside his groin, as his breathe returned to a normal state. His heart was still pounding but was gradually returning to a sane level. His eyes were misted over but gradually he could see the room taking a more definite shape.

Mike managed to sink down to the floor, his body now resting next to Scott’s spent one. It was unreal, how his whole body felt like it had been through a heavy weight title bout that was a draw after 15 rounds. He could barely move, his muscles were so tired and spent. Yet despite it all he had this deep urge to go another 15 rounds. He looked over at Scott, and saw the sweat cooling on the forehead. The chest still heaving a bit with each breathe.

Scott saw Mike staring at him, and he smiled. As he did he felt a slight twinge inside his chest, and the slowing heart seemed to suddenly change gears once again. The battle was not over, and his whole body trembled with that realization.

“Welcome to our home Mike..”

“Hehe.. well Scott you do have an interesting way of making a person feel at home.. hehe..   God I ache…”

“You ache?…. ha… I’d offer you a drink but I doubt if I could crawl over to the table let alone pour it out…”

“Don’t need a drink…. hehe  but thanks anyway…”

“I don’t either… good thing I don’t smoke either.. i’d go through a pack after that little tussle…hehe”

“Only a pack? Hmm… must be getting old…”

“Bitch…”

“At times…. man I need a rest… I’d get up on the bed but I don’t think I have the strength right now.”

“Well… gee talk about being old….hehe   but yeah I feel that way too…”

Mike sat there, his hand clasping the still moist hand of Scott. His thoughts were on the amazing turn of events, that had brought him to this point. Life hadn’t been easy, and here, a strange encounter in a gay bar has brought him to a point in his life that he never imagined would occur.

He felt very satisfied, very fulfilled. There was lots of doubts still, lots of concerns about how he was going to manage amongst all this opulence, that seemed to surround Scott, but he felt like he could surmount it. Thoughts of waking up each morning to Scott had an exhilerating effect on him. He had a wide grin on his face as he squeezed Scott’s hand.

It was strange, for so many years he had thought of just such a love affair, nevr actually believing that it would ever happen. Now, here he was, laying ona floor that alone was worth more than he would make this year at his job. Funny, but it didn’t impress him as much as the slender figure next to him did. He could see the way his hair hung over one eye, still damp from the sweat. The way the eyes would every other second glance furtively over at him. This was definately a love affair he could spend the rest of his life in.

As thoughts of his completeness enveloped him, he could also feel that all too familiar stirring of his loins. After their passionate entrance to the room, he doubted if he’d be able to even think of more physical activity, but the way the sun shone into the room, the way it highlighted Scott’s body, was too much for him. His heart still hadn’t quite managed to calm itself down, it was like it was merely idling at a higher rev, waiting for the pedal to force it back into overdrive.

It was strange, the way his body seemed to control him more and more as he was with Scott. Sure he had other’s before, some of them actually very talented in the sex departmen, maybe even more so than Scott. Yet none of them made his body ache so much for more. None of them had ever really made him fell so satisfied and yet so desireous of needing more so quickly.

In the short time that he had known Scott, Mike had been stunned by the intensity of their passion. He felt like every time he looked at Scott, that he had this insane urge to just grab him and take him to bed. Sort of like a person’s fascination with fire, the desire to reach out into the white hot center, always trying to get to it, not quite getting there. Strange, but he knew that he wanted Scott, not later, not just tonight or tomorrow, but now and for every second of his life.

Mike turned his head towards Scott, and found himself staring right into the deep liquid blue pools of Scott’s eyes. He saw a sparkle that was more like the flames of a raging fire. A wide smile broke out on the face before him, but all he could see was the urgent pleading inside those deep pools of burning embers that was Scott’s eyes.

As he raised his other hand up from his side, he found Scott lifting himself up slowly, pulling him with him. Together they rose up off the floor and embraced. The touch of Scott’s lips to his own made his heart race forward, no longer idling.

Mike’s mouth opened slightly under the pressure of Scott’s lips. He felt the wet warmth of Scott’s tongue as it gently pushed forward, its tip now resting against his own tongue. They moved together, their arms wrapped around each other, their heads off to one side, as they kissed deeply of each other.

Mike could feel the pounding of Scott’s heart against his chest, which made his own heart skip first one beat, then start to beat faster, in temp with the beat of Scott’s heart. It was an unreal sensation, he could feel the tremble inside Scott’s body as their two hearts now beat in one steady beat, hardly a trace of difference between them. Both hearts now sychronized together as their bodies were entwined together next to the wide bed. The sun playing its own dance around them, bathing them in its golden rays, adding its warmth to that of their own boiling blood.

Time had stopped once more, and somehow they found themselves stretched out on the large over sized bed. Their naked bodies were no longer cool, tiny beads of sweat dotted them both. Their hearts now rang out loudly in the still of the room, urging them both onwards.

Mike couldn’t believe the amazing feeling of warmth that ran through his entire body. Every now and then he could feel himself trembling under Scott’s touch, then he would feel an answering shudder racing through Scott’s own body.

His penis was fully erect again, pressing urgently against Scott’s scrotum. He could even feel the tiny little wiry hairs that covered them, and he could feel the heat glowing from Scott’s own aroused penis that was wedged upwards and against their two bellies.

Scott could feel his desire for more of Mike growing. His whole body was once more awakened, and he could feel the ache not only in his groin but in his buttocks. His whole body seemed to be demanding more of the older man beside him. He breathed deeply, taking in that strange scent that was Mike. With each breathe he felt his wedged cock wiggle between the pressed flesh. The ache in his loins only grew with each intake of that wonderful man scent that he associated with Mike.

Mike pushed up against the lanky body, feeling the constant jerking motion of Scott’s penis. Each move against his skin made him groan now, and his desire took control over all other thoughts. He used his added weight to push hard now, laying Scott flat out on the bed. His own body now covered Scott’s and the bed gave a slight creak as it took both of their weight in one spot.

He could feel Scott take a deep breath, and feel the long muscular legs spread apart under his weight. His own legs rested firmly against the hot inner legs, sweat joining them together briefly, like glue. They remained locked in a passionate kiss but Mike could feel his desire for more welling up inside his entire body. His blood was starting to race, and he knew that Scott was also eagerly awaiting more.

With a final soft kiss on Scott’s lips, Mike raised his face and pulled himself down the slender  body. His mouth gently brushing across the firm chin, tasting the salty sweat forming around the small little cleft. He could feel the tiny stubble of blonde hairs staring to grow and it only seemed to make him hotter.

He briefly opened his eyes to stare down at Scott. He saw the long eye lashes, barely visible in the sunlight. The soft flutter of eye lids that covered up the most wonderful shade of blue he had ever seen made his heart quiver, then his whole body shook in response. Scott seemed to sense it and suddenly Mike was staring into those gorgeous blue eyes.

The shimmering blue seemed to draw him into the inner depths of Scott. He could see raging rivers of blue, deep purples and a warm orange glow. He saw Scott’s love for him and with his face locked onto Scott’s, he could feel his legs pressing Scott’s legs.

He was forcing them wider, letting his crotch sink down even further so that his fully erect throbbing penis now rested under Scott’s own dangling full balls.

Mike brought his knees up and raised himself off the now sweat covered body. His eyes still held captive by the shimmering blue of Scott’s soul. At the back of his mind he could feel himself moving, he could feel his hands gently moving down the taut body of Scott. The hands felt every sinew, every muscle as they traveled slowly down the frame. He could feel the blood rushing along, the tiny blonde hairs giving way to his light touch.

His heart was beating frantically as his hands reached the thin waist. Scott’s legs were no longer sticking straight down the bed. He had them raised up and Mike’s elbow’s rested firmly against them as his heart was still being held captive by the deep penetrating blue eyes.

A strange warmth seemed to be growing deep inside his body. Each movement of his body or of Scott’s only seemed to make the warmth grow and expand inside him. His hands now gently rubbed the warm flesh inside the legs, feeling them shake under his touch.

He could feel his hands sliding under the legs, feeling the softness of Scott’s buttocks, then travelling slowly up the underside of his legs, feeling the tiny hairs now sticking upright, as if they were tiny sensors eager to feel his touch. Mike could feel the body beneath him quiver under his touch, the way it shuddered as his hands slowly moved across the body.

With a mind of their own, the hands stopped their gentle traverse along the underside of Scott’s legs, the hands now firmly gripped the taut muscles, just above the knees, and then they started to push upwards, as if signalling the legs to raise themselves up.

It was as if both bodies were under one guide. As Mike’s hands pushed forward and up, Scott’s legs started to raise themselves up, bringing his feet up off the silky smoothness of the bed. His body started to settle itself, his hips trying to rest on the bed. Scott’s breathing started to slow down, taking long deep breathes as if trying to store up on the oxygen.

As his legs slowly rose up off the bed, he could feel his legs spreading outwards as well. Scott let out a small murmer as he felt the legs slide up and over Mike’s broad shoulders. The touch of the skin sent a tiny tremor through his body and his motion forced his buttocks up and into the air, no longer letting the quivering cheeks rest on the bed.

Mike’s eyes seemed to open even wider as his groin rested on Scott’s. He still saw the deep blue but was watching it change color. No longer the deep penetrating blue, it was slowly changing color to a burning orange and as the color became more vibrant, his heart started to beat faster and his breathing started to quicken.

His throbbing penis now rested firmly in the middle of two quivering orbs of burning flesh. He could feel the heat along the sides of his own aching penis and now he could feel the heat penetrating from the glowing eyes before him. His heart was still pushing to go faster, his ribs ached now from the strain of the pounding heart.

Mike raised his buttocks upwards slightly, his arms turning from burning flesh to two solid pieces of granite. His throbbing penis no longer moved along the warm track of Scott’s anus, it was now poised above a quivering pink opening, that was Scott’s gateway to his insides.

Mike stared down, his eyes taking it all in. He could see the pursed lips, moist with a slight tremble to them. He could see the firmness of Scotts jaw as it was clenched and the way his cheeks seemed rather leaning inwards. It was the eyes though that sent a deep tremor flowing through his whole body. He could see the fiery orange now, all around each pupil. The center was an amazing shade of white, tinged with a light blue and his eyes locked onto them, he could feel his heart reach a feverish pitch inside his chest. His whole body shook once, then twice and then he felt a sudden flash of heat as his hips pushed down.

His throbbing penis slid down, slicing into the pink hole that quivered below it. There was a brief stop,  that was a millisecond before the huge quaking penis was once more pushing down. It had entered the warm silky insides of Scott’s body and he could feel a sudden tightness wrap itself around his pole as it went down and in.

He saw the bluish white of Scott’s eye suddenly explode across his face. They expanded as his throbbing man meat made its way inside the warm tunnel of Scott’s body. His last picture was of an expanding mass of white blue as he closed his eyes to see the image float across his brain. His body shook, shuddered without control as he felt a deep sense of love inside every part of his body. His mind no longer could distinguish between his own breathing, and that of Scott.

Down his hips went, forcing his cock deeper and deeper within Scott. He could feel the muscles wrapping themselves around his throbbing penis, feel them tighten in desperate effort to hold onto the pulsating pole as it searched for the secret to Scott’s being.

His arms flexed under the strain of emotions. His own legs were now stretched straight backwards, like two solid planks of lumber. His toes arched backwards against the bed frame, trying to dig into the wooden frame.

The motion stopped, his groin now rested firmly between the spread buttocks. He could feel his balls resting upwards against the burning flesh of Scott’s cheeks, his own pubic hair was mingled with the tiny soft blonde hairs of Scott’s anus. The penetrating motion had ended, but the two bodies now shook together in unison. It was as if they both realized the special moment at once.

The shaking of their bodies was so intense that both of them could feel Mike’s penis jerking inside Scott’s rectum. It was bouncing against the strong side muscles inside Scott’s velvet love tunnel and both of them sighed deeply with the feeling.

Before they could even recover from the shaking their bodies took control. It was as if a button had been pushed by the head of the implanted penis. Mike’s body started to rise upwards and Scott’s seemed to pull away then in a second the process was reversed with a force that neither had ever experienced before.

Together these two opposites came crashing into each other. The sound of sweaty flesh reverberated throughout the golden bathed room. It roared in each of their ears like the rumble of a distant train roaring through the night.

Again the two bodies seemed to try to separate, only to once again be pulled back together. Each time the sound bounced through the room. Faster and faster now, their two bodies seemed to move. The sound of slapping flesh no longer distinguishable from the wild groans and moans coming from their mouths.

The room was spinning for Scott. Each time he dared to open his eyes he saw shaking images of two bodies moving in a haze of yellow. His ears ached from the booming of two hearts pounding at sonic speed. When he would close his eyes, flashes of white and purple soared across his vision.

Mike tried to open his eyes and each time he managed to pry his lids apart, he saw pulses of blue, white, orange, yellow, purple that blurred his site. There was nothing in front of him but a deep shimmering pool and he saw himself floating peacefully in the center of the wide expanse of deep blue.

The two bodies continued their strange dance of first pulling apart, then eagerly racing forwards to join together once more, each time harder and faster than before.

He felt like his whole body was a massive tremor. His head was lowered, as he had no strength lift to keep it up, sweat from his forehead dripping constantly now off him onto the thrashing body beneath him. His arms were shaking, their solid strength of minutes earlier ebbing faster than water leaving a breached levy.

Scott’s body shuddered like an ocean liner hitting a hidden reef. Each penetrating push of Mike’s penis made him thrash about, his arms stretched out hitting the solid mattress, making the bed jump. He was tossing his head back and forth and his legs no longer rested easily on his own body. They ached from the strain of being held up in the air but they refused to lower themselves.

He could feel the steady beat of Mike’s balls against his cheeks, the way they would strike him, at different times, as Mike’s penis dug itself deeper with each thrust. His own penis jerked up and down, as if trying to lodge itself into Mike’s abdomen.

Everything was a blur for Scott, as his body continued to thrash around under Mike’s onslaught. His legs no longer had any feeling in them, his arms were like lead weights and his body trembled with each drop of sweat that dripped onto it from the figure above. His heart was pounding so hard that any second it would burst free of the quaking rib cage that held it in place.

Mike had lost all feeling in his arms. His body was slowly sinking down as his hips moved downwards once more time. Now they would cement themselves to the upraised cheeks, then they would sway from side to side, sending the throbbing penis this way, then that. It was constant now, his balls ached as they struck the firm wet cheeks. His own cheeks now seemed to clench themselves together, as if adding to the downward force of each plunge.

With a loud shrill animal like yell, Scott felt his burning penis jerk upwards and his balls sling themselves upwards. Before his yell had left his mouth, he felt his body buck upwards and his legs twitch. The blood in his body seemed to suddenly stop its mad dash to and fro and instead was now all racing forward to the jerking penis.

As the last shriek of his yell echoed in the room, his whole body shook again and again and a hot steamy stream of sticky white came flooding out of his cock. He could feel the hot splatters strike Mike’s lower belly and then bounce onto his own belly.

Splashes of the hot cream hit Mike’s upper chest and even a few managed to force their way through the sweating flesh to splatter across his face. The sensation of feeling the hot gobs strike his body drove Mike’s own body into a frenzy of pushing, pulling. His hips were no longer visible, they turned into a blur of passion as his body crashed hard into Scott’s.

His penis was shoving aside all opposition and struck hard against the buried muscles inside of Scott. The touch of the deep inside muscles made the cock quake and jerk to and fro. His penis throbbed deeply inside, feeling every inch of the velvet love tunnel. The softness was now wrapping itself harder around the pulsing penis, as if to hold on to the massive pole. Every muscle inside seemed to be constricting, in an attempt to squeeze the long thick pole that was buried inside.

Mike’s body suddenly stopped it outwards pull and this time, didn’t come crashing back down. The downward plunge was held, the huge cock was no longer buried deep, only the throbbing cock head inside the warm insides of Scott.

For a brief second, both of them lay there, no thrashing about, no spasms of uncontrollable shakes. Time stood perfectly still, Mike’s hips raised upwards, poised and ready, sweat dripping off them onto the suddely unmoving body of Scott.

There was total stillness and quiet in the room, the only sound was of to heavily breathing men, and the soft sound of dripping sweat. Both pairs of eyes suddenly were able to open, to stare into each other.

Mike could see the dark blue pools of Scott’s eyes. He saw the warmth, the compassion, the need, the hunger inside those eyes. His heart no longer was racing like an overheated jet engine, it just stopped in mid beat.

Scott looked up to see a deep expanse of love beating down onto him. His body felt like it was wrapped in a warm woolen cloak of passion and desire. His heart stopped its frantic beating, feeling the unbelievable warmth that surrounded him.

Their eyes remained open, huge bolts of pure love seemed to be passing between them and they watched together as Mike’s hips slowly started to push back downwards. They watched as Scott’s buttocks started to once more raise itself back up to meet Mike’s downward push.

Together they saw their two bodies draw slowly together one more time. They saw the slow motion of the throbbing cock shaft slide inside the warm silky tunnel. Inch by inch they watched Scott’s buttocks swallow the burning pole of Mike’s penis.

Ever so slowly their eyes saw the huge throbbing penis being engulfed by the quivering flesh of Scott’s cheeks. The balls now slowly coming into view, thier fullness evident as they swayed with their movement towards the hot flesh of Scott.

Closer and closer they came, swaying in the motion. Their egg shapes testicles showing in the tight darkness of the flesh, tiny dark hairs wound around the stubbly sac. Slowly they advanced towards the now quivering flesh of Scott’s buttocks and as the hairs touched the hot flesh, Mike’s body shuddered.

Still onwards they came, the tiny hairs now being pressed up into the cheeks, the heat from the two orbs now mingled with that of flesh and this time, both bodies started to tremble. As the two balls collided gently with the shaking cheeks, Mike let out a low rumbling groan.

His arms were buckling under him. His legs now started to bounce up and down against the bed in an uncontrollable spasm. Scott’s arms wrapped themselves around the upper torso of Mike. His legs quivered against Mike’s shoulders and his groin seemed to suddenly explode. He could feel his whole body aching, desperate for Mike’s release inside him.

It was the gentle touch of his balls against the flaming hot ass cheeks, the sudden strong grasp of his body by Scott’s arms, and his own urgent needs that tipped the balance. His penis gently prodded something deep inside the warm stretched love tunnel, and as it did, it sent a strong rolling tremor through his whole body. The touch of his balls against the flesh of Scott added another tremor to the one coming from his penis. The pressure of Scott’s arms sent a third tremor racing through the quake wracked body.

All three tremors raced through his body, his blood boiling with desire, and they all reached his inner core at the same time, exploding deep inside his soul. Mike’s whole body shook, shuddered and his balls emptied their full load.

Streams of hot man milk went pouring out and along the throbbing route of escape. His penis seemed to suddenly grow even larger inside the stretched canal. His cock head jerked constantly as the steamy sticky cum rushed forwards towards it.

Scott’s cheeks clenched even tighter around the thick throbbing pole buried inside, squeezing it, forcing the hot liquid forward even faster. He held his breath as he felt the thick vein under the cock shaft pulsing all along inside his body.

Mike was falling down, his whole body weight crashing hard into the sweating body beneath him and as his torso touched the cum soaked chest of his lover, his own throbbing cock started to unload its precious cargo of man milk.

A steady stream came flowing out deep inside of Scott’s hot insides. The pressure sent the warm liquid deeper than ever before, flooding the narrowed cavern of Scott’s love tunnel. The huge flood of milk went as far as it could go, before the pressure of its release eased, allowing it to flow backwards from whence it came.

The sticky white river of cum washed backwards now, engulfing the still jerking cock head, cooling it a little as it covered it with its thickness. The white wall of love juice came flooding backwards, coating and sticking to the throbbing pole, its force even pushing the cock backwards a bit.

Like an endless roll of breakers coming in off the wide expanse of the pacific ocean, the cum flowed backwards through Scott’s love hole, covering everything in its path, still being fed with new energy from the completely covered cock head.

The two bodies continued to quiver, the limbs of both men still jerking to the intense waves of tremors flowing between the two bodies. Scott’s legs no longer rested high up on Mike’s shoulder’s. They lay barely off the bed, spread wide as possible and then some as his body jerked with each pulse of Mike’s buried penis.

Mike’s body no longer was raised high up over Scott. It lay flopping on top of the sweat soaked body, shaking with each spasm of his own penis buried hard and deep inside the now rapidly filling anus.

He could feel the wave of cum coating his cock, his thick throbbing pole slowly stopping its wild gyrations inside. His balls still pushed up hard against the shaking cheeks.

With a weak groan and final spasm of his groin, the last of his man milk came out of his cock head. As it joined the ocean of milk already there, the first wave reached the opening of Scott’s anus and came tumbling out, coating the shaking balls and dark pubic hairs that surrounded the opening.

It was complete now. Mike lay there, once more unable to move his limbs or any part of his body. His mind was numb from all of the wonderful sensations that were still flashing through it.

Scott had stopped his wild thrashing and moans. He had no energy left in his entire body as his heart was still pounding, shutting out all other sounds. An occasional twitch would send him writhering on the bed with joy. His arms lay down, barely around the still heaving body of Mike. His fingers twitching uncontrollably on the backside of the sweating back.

Chapter 13

Mike felt like he was floating on a white cloud. His feet barely felt the plush carpet that covered the spacious living room as he followed Scott out of the room. He knew that they were heading to begin their new life in the proper place. His heart was singing and he could hear the distant roar of the music in his ears. This was totally unlike any feeling that he could ever put into words as he followed his younger partner up the winding staircase.

The door led them to a spacious room, lit by the afternoon’s sunlight. He walked in past the door to stare at a room almost as large as the living room, a huge four poster bed dominated the room.  Sheer lace curtains hung from each post, gathered in at the bottom and the bed itself was placed on top of a large circular deep plush white carpet. The rest of the room was a deep dark brown wooden floor expertly polished to shine in the sunlight.

Mike felt his breath leave his body as his eyes took in the amazing bedroom. He saw two large chairs with a small table next to the bed, a fancy silver tray dead center with a large crystal decanter and two glasses on it. He knew that it contained some liquor, but it wasn’t as important as he surveyed the rest of the room. The walls were lined with shimmering images of himself and Scott,as they were all mirrored walls.

One wall was covered in a sheer curtain and sunshine glowed from behind. He could tell it led outside to a wide open patio. This wasn’t a bedroom, it was whole apartment in itself.  He stumbled inside but Scott’s hand gripped his firmly, and he was saved from falling face forward onto the hardwood floor.

Scott stopped their trek into the bedroom by the bed. The canopy blowing softly in a gentle breeze and the curtains swayed to the same breeze. He turned to face Mike and his eyes searched deep into Mike’s. He could see the amazement, but through all that, he still saw the deep love that he wanted to have.

Carefully, he unbuttoned the very last button on his opened shirt, and with his eyes firmly fixed to Mikes, he carefully removed the shirt, sliding it slowly off his shoulders, then down his arms, outstretched backwards, pushing his naked chest forward.

Scott could see Mike’s reaction as he noticed his eyes fixed to the unfolding scene. The slight lick of his lips by his tongue, told Scott that Mike was becoming mesmerized by his slow deliberate movements.

The shirt lay on the floor, around Scott’s feet. He hitched one leg up towards the other, and pulled back, forcing his shoe to fall off and with a deft kick, the shoe went off to the side. He then did it once more, removing the other shoe in the same manner.

With his eyes still carefully fixed on Mike’s face, he bent down, his face still looking up now into the glazed over eyes. He lifted his foot, removing his grey socks and tossing them aside. Scott watched as Mike’s eyes followed every single movement, and he could feel his own heart starting to race with the excitement.

He stood back up, straight and tall, his naked torso glistening a golden hue in the backdrop of the afternoon sun. His mouth felt dry, and his lips cracked and carefully, his face full center of Mikes, he pushed his tongue slighlty out and licked his lips. He moved his tongue slowly across the bottom lip, going from corner to corner, then he repeated the process with his upper lip, his mouth slightly opened, the bare tips of his white teeth showing.

A soft moan left mikes mouth as he stared at the unbelievable scene unfolding. His hands rested by his side and he knew that what was coming was only a beginning. He clenched his fists, digging his nails into the palms of his hands in an effort to try and keep in control over the racing hormones inside him.

Scott could see the struggle and he smiled. This was special, and after he managed to moisten his lips, he slowly brought his hands up to his chest, one hand resting on each pec, waiting for Mike’s eyes to turn their attention to them.

Slowly Mike was able to tear his eyes from Scott’s moistened lips and they travelled down towards the resting hands. Mike licked his own lips, now seeing the way Scott’s fingers were carefully spaced, two pink erect nipples poking between the spaced fingers. He could feel his body tremble at the sight and another soft moan escaped from his mouth.

Scott noticed the change, and as the eyes focused onto his chest, he slowly brought his fingers together, gently squeezing both of his nipples in his own hands. Then carefully he brought the hands down, ever so slowly down his body towards his stomach. His hands met around his belly and he pushed inwards a bit, seeing Mike sway a little, then he continued the slow journey downwards towards his pants.

His fingers now rested on the still undone pants. He carefully ran his hands along the waistband, digging his fingers inside, showing ever so slowly the waistband of his underwear. Finally, after a slow travers of his waist, his hands were back to his front, and without moving his eyes from Mike’s face, he started to slowly spread open his jeans, forcing the zipper downwards, exposing more and more of his underwear to Mike’s ever widening eyes.

It wasn’t as if Mike hadn’t seen Scott naked, or that he had watched him strip naked for him before either, both had down it several times back in Atlanta, but somehow, this was special. He couldn’t believe the way the slightest motion of Scott’s hands would make his heart skip a beat or race forward in a small frenzy.

With his pants now open at his crotch, he moved his hands around to his hips and gripped the waistband. Scott took a deep breath, and then he slowly started to push the pants down.

First he started them downwards, pushing them down his hips, showing a pair of white satin jockey shorts. His own blond legs, the bleach blond hairs shimmering in the rays of sunlight, showed clearly and he could see mike take a deep breath as his skin was revealed.

Down the pants slid, guided slowly by his hands. He took his time and he had to bend slightly as they slid past his knees and down to the wooden floor. Carefully he stepped out of them, one leg at a time, and now he stood back up. His body clothed only by his satin white jockey shorts. His penis clearly showing its fullness and its desire to be free of them.

Scott stood there, his hands at his side as he let Mike take it all in. He could feel Mikes’ dark eyes travelling all along his body, taking his chest in, seeing the blond hairs twirled around his cleavage, the way his tuft of hair disappeared into the top of the satin shorts. Scott could sense the way mike’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes lingered over the full package, barely being held in check by those shorts.

As the minutes ticked by, Scott could feel his own penis straining. He could feel his own heart skipping a few beats and he could also feel a strong sense of love and warmth in the air. Finally he knew it was time and he reached out towards Mike, willing him to walk up to him.

They stood barely apart now. Mike had his shirt open, from earlier and Scott could see the thick bulge down by his crotch. They looked deep into each other’s eyes now, both of them seeing the love and desire that rested there.

Carefully Scott reached out and slid the shirt over Mike’s broad shoulder’s, gently letting the shirt fall down the shoulder’s and then arms. It now lay on the floor, covering some of Scott’s pants. Mike stood still, a slight sway to his stance as he waited for the next move.

With slow fluid motions, scott gently ran his hands down the sides of the now exposed torso of Mike. He could feel the muscles, coiled inside. It was almost too much for him, as he bit his lower lip, and he could see the reaction in mike’s eyes. This was special for scott, and he could see that it was just as important to mike.

Softly, he ran his hand over mike’s chest, feeling the erect nipples now, then the bristles of mike’s dark chest hairs. He moved down, his fingers gently playing along the center of his stomach, feeling the muscles contract under his touch. Now he played over the belly button, tracing the uneven outline of it, then he started to move back on his course.

The hand felt the dark hair, and he could feel it leading him downwards even more and then he felt the edge of the pants. Scott took a deep breath as both of his hands now carefully ran along the waistband, his fingers lightly digging in behind the pant outlines, feeling the hot flesh inside.

Mike was moaning and Scott could feel his hot breath against his face. With careful precision, his fingers moved around to the front, and now they gently poked at the pant button. His eyes no longer focused on Mike’s but down to where his hands lay. He could see the thick bulge of Mike’s hard penis pushing out of the crotch area and he knew from experience what awaited him, but somehow it felt like he was seeing mike’s body for the very first time. It totally amazed his brain, and each touch of his hand against mike’s body was like discovering a whole new continent.

His hand had managed to undo the button and his other now gripped the zipper and with a patience he didn’t know he had, Scott slowly pulled downwards on the metal clasp, forcing the zipper to open.

With Mike’s pants now open, he moved his hands up and his face came upwards as well. He moved his body in close, as he felt Mike’s shoes being kicked to one side. Now he started to push open the pants, to separate the pants from the body and he leaned inwards, his lips gently touching the hot flesh.

He almost shot his load then and there. Somehow he had managed to keep himself in check, but he could feel his pre cum soaking the silky shorts that lay between him and Mike’s still clothed body.  A quick glance down showed him a darkening patch on the pants, and an equally wet stain appearing on his own shorts.

He leaned upwards again, and with his mouth lightly touching the hot flesh of Mike’s chest, he yanked down on the pants, forcing them down to his knees in short order. Scott wanted Mike badly, his head was aching from the effort to keep himself in control, and his heart was racing forward now, no longer willing to hold still.

With a great deal of self control, Scott managed to push the pants down and as he did, he slid himself down too, his lips barely touching the skin, and he found himself on his knees in front of Mike. He kissed the belly button in front of him and then he kissed Mike’s inner thigh, right by the leg of mike’s jockey shorts.

The dark blue shorts were clearly showing the dark spots of mike’s pre cum he knew that both of them were close to losing it all. He ran his hands up both legs at once, bringing them up to the blue jockey shorts. His hands strayed slightly around the leg seams before going up to rest against the elastic waistband.

Scott’s mouth was now kissing the crotch area, right along the waistband, and he could feel Mike moaning. He could feel Mike’s body trembling with each press of his lips and as his hands finally grabbed the waistband, Mike’ placed his hands firmly on top of Scott’s shoulders, squeezing them. Mike’s fingers were digging into the shoulder flesh, pressing against the bone now and he was swaying.

Mike didn’t think his legs could hold him up much longer, and he struggled to keep his balance. He reached down with his arms, his hands grabbing hold of Scott’s shoulder and his fingers dug in hard, and he could feel the solid bones beneath the hot flesh. His breathing became ragged as he steadied himself.

Scott felt a twinge in his arms, the pressure from Mike’s hands was almost too much. The pain was making his arms numb but he fought through it. He pulled gently, even though every thought in his whole brain was telling him to yank the underwear off and take hold of the throbbing penis they held.

The dark underwear slid downwards, and as they past his upper thighs, the huge throbbing penis broke free and scott could smell Mike’s man scent deep in his nostrils.

He kissed the dark patch of pubic hair as his hands pushed the underwear to Mike’s knees and then he kissed the soft skin just above the cock shaft. He flicked his tongue out, tasting the warm flesh and hair mixture. His own heart was beyond control now and his own hot breath mingled with the heat from Mike’s throbbing groin.

Scott had pushed the underwear down to mike’s ankles, and he pulled a bit, signalling mike to raise his one foot, so he could pull the underwear free. As mike lifted his foot, Scott moved his mouth off the hot body.

The motion of raising one foot raised his body to an angle, and it brought his huge throbbing penis upwards slighlty. It was enough, and Scott’s mouth opened wide and before Mike knew what had happened, he felt a wetness envelop his whole throbbing penis.

The suddeness took him completely by surprise and he felt a strong pressure moving down his entire cock. His head was jerking side to side as Scott’s mouth worked its way quickly down towards Mike’s groin.  His lips pressed hard against Mike’s crotch and pubic hairs.

The touch of Scott’s lips against his crotch and the pressure of Scotts hands around his buttocks was too much. Mike started to let out a loud animal cry of pure pleasure. His mouth opened and his eyes clenched shut.

His whole body shuddered under the strain. His legs were wobbling and he was forced to lean forward, forcing scott’s mouth further against his groin. The yell wasn’t even finished before another louder one was starting in his throat. His arms felt like rubber and was all that was supporting him as his penis jerked hard inside of Scott’s mouth. His balls were slung upwards, resting tight against his cock shaft and with the release of the 2nd yell, his whole body trembled.

Mike couldn’t stop it, Scott wouldn’t let him as he could feel the sudden release of control. His mouth clenched itself tight around the pulsing penis, the salty taste and Mikes scent making him even more determined. His jaw seemed to open even more and the throbbing cock was forced deeper into his throat.

As the wildly jerking cock head touched the back of his throat, Mike lost it. With a terrible shriek of pure animal lust, his penis reared itself up and started to spew its hot milky fluid deep into Scott’s throat.  There was no stopping it now, as it poured its load out.

Scott sputtered and then coughed as the hot liquid came pouring out into his throat. He could feel it slide down into his stomach and he could feel it flow back up as more and more of the hot salty mixture came flooding out of the jerking penis.

His mouth barely was able to keep it all inside. The salty cum was filling his throat and now most of Mikes throbbing cock was covered in its own milk and still more was flooding out.

Scott swallowed again and again, tasting the hot milk, eager to have it all, desperate to prevent any from escaping his greedy mouth. Mike was almost laying on top of him, his penis stuck deep inside of scott’s mouth. His whole body was like an earthquake that wouldn’t stop its thunderous rolling and shaking.

Scott wasn’t sure if he could hold on and as the penis in his mouth gave one last jerk, he felt his own cock shake inside the tight fitting silk jockey’s. As some of the last drops of Mike’s cum dripped out of the quaking penis, Scott’s started to shoot its load into his underwear.

Just as Mike’s body had shook and trembled to his release, so did Scott’s. He couldn’t stop from trembling, his legs no longer had any feelings in them, and his arms were no longer under his control. His fingers were firmly dug into the soft flesh of Mike’s buttocks and they dug in even harder with each jerk of his penis as his hot milk spewed out into the silk shorts.

He could barely contain his breath, as his whole body shook. The hot penis in his mouth slipped out, still warm cum drippling out of each corner of his mouth, down to his chest. The pressure of the moment forced the two apart, Scott leaned backwards against the bed frame, Mike’s body still on top of him. The two of them struggling for air as the sun played around the two bodies.

Chapter 12

Scott opened the envelope and read the long note inside. Tears welled up in his eyes as he read the words he knew that he would find, even before he opened it. His heart was glad that Mike was here, but it too felt the loss of not having Randy there.

The words were not any great prose. They were the simple words of a young man who had made a choice, despite the hopes of his heart, and the dreams of his mind. They told him of his love for Scott, of his appreciation for having known him, but they also spoke of how he knew that Scott needed to be with Mike, not with him, and how his presence would never allow them to become true partner’s in life. It was simple and true, but it still hurt.

Scott had tears rolling down his cheeks as he finished. He looked up to find Mike standing beside him, his strong arms draped over his shoulder, holding him tight. The crowd of deplaning passengers passing around them, staring in some cases, in most just passing by ignoring the two tear stained men.

Scott managed a thin smile and then finally he got himself together. Well, he really hadn’t expected Randy to stay long, but he would of liked to have seen him one last time. He raised his head to stare into Mike’s eyes, where he saw an never ending pool of love and compassion and he knew that this was what he wanted.

The drive to his home and the subsequent wonder by Mike at the rather spacious home managed to bring back Scott’s mood of happiness. He enjoyed showing him around the place, showing off his collection of tiny knick knacks that he collected, his civil war chess set, and even his collection of boy magazines. Mike got a real chuckle out of the collection of ‘In Touch’ and ‘Inches’ magazines, and a quick grope followed their discovery in the book case.

For the first time since getting home, Scott felt complete and they discussed the new arrangements. Mike was careful to listen to the plans, and he smiled knowing that Scott was flying high on his new found freedom. Most of this he had heard over the phone during their numerous conversation, but to be here, to see it all in Scott’s face brought a warm feeling to him.

They sat on the couch, talking and just getting back to knowing each other. There wasn’t a second when one wasn’t touching the other, in some manner. Scott would brush up against Mike during the tour, and would feel a slight tremor in his body each time.

The two sat there, and finally Scott just couldn’t hold back any longer. He moved himself closer and taking Mike’s hand he rose up from the couch.

Mike could see the urgent desire in Scott’s face and he laughed. Scott wasnt too happy until Mike pulled him close to his large frame, crushing him into his body, and wrapping his arms around Scott’s smaller body. He could smell Scott, and the sudden rush of that scent brought about an equally sudden rise in certain parts of Mike’s body that Scott couldn’t help but notice. It was his turn to start laughing and the ice had finally been broken.

At last they were themselves, the fears and uncertainties no longer hovering over them. Mike kissed Scott several times, tasting his salty lips and making scott moan softly more than once. Scott returned the favor, kissing Mike in some not so common places. He loved it when he started to kiss Mike’s ear, and then flicked his tongue into the lobe, which brought a strangled cry from Mike, not to mention a squirming movement of his body.

Words became less as they both started to feel the emotion of their hearts take hold. No longer shy, no longer reticent, the two started exploring the other. It was a strange dance that their hands wove, moving this way and that, keeping out of the way of the other’s probing hands.

Finally, they broke apart, looking deep in each other’s eyes. Mike could feel it now, his own body was aching everywhere. His arms felt the strange tingling sensation, as if the blood was tickling his skin. His legs seemed on the verge of quivering, and his stomach muscles were tightly holding his gut in check.

Scott could feel the changes in his body. He marveled at how much love he could see, as if it was something physical. For a brief second or two he felt like he could reach out with his hand and actually touch the love that he could feel coming from Mike’s soul. It made him tremble with excitement, to think that here, right across from him, was a real man who wanted him.

This wasn’t a feeling he had ever experienced before. Yes, he thought he had that type of feeling before, even with Randy but sitting here, his shirt undone to his belly, mike’s shirt open all the way, he knew that at no other time did he feel so much want and desire as that coming from Mike.

Vocal words were no longer needed. Scott gingerly reached out with one hand, to lightly brush his fingers across Mike’s red full lips. He could feel the warmth and his eyes just seemed to melt as they continued to peer into Mike’s shimmering eyes. His heart quickened its beat slightly as he moved his fingers across the lips, then down one side of mike’s face, travelling down the firm jaw line, then under the chin. He could feel the early signs of mike beard, and it felt wonderful to him.

His hand moved slowly down the underside of the chin and down the long neck, feeling each swallow that mike took. It made him shiver slightly, and brought his heart up another notch. He smiled as his brain registered the pure joy that he was feeling, his eyes still gazing into Mike’s.

Scott’s finger slowly moved down the center of Mike’s exposed chest, twirling the small wiry bristles of the dark hair. He could feel each strand as he moved down, and then his finger moved to the side, while Mike’s hands lightly held onto his waist. His finger moved across the chest now, feeling the skin move with each slow breath, and now it gently came across the large pink nipple.

As soon as his finger tip touched the soft tissue, he could feel a change. It was like someone had suddenly charged the air with volts of electricity. He felt Mike’s hands grip his waist tightly, as if in a spasm. The soft pink nipple suddenly became hard and erect, and his groin ache started to register more prominently in his brain.

His body swayed and he could feel the solid grasp of Mike’s hands around his hips. He felt them pull inwards slightly, and he took a step closer. Their eyes were still locked onto each other but he could see Mike’s starting to glaze over ever so slightly.

Mike’s breathing was still under control but he could feel his blood starting to pulse with the nearness of Scott. His eyes could just focus on the deep blue liquid pools of Scott’s eyes and it just seem to have a hypnotic effect on his soul. He groaned very softly, and as the last gasp of the groan left his mouth, his body trembled under the touch of Scott’s finger.

Scott bent down slowly, his hair brushing past Mike’s mouth, and Mike kissed the top of it lightly, sending a jolt throughout Scott’s wiry body. Mike felt a wet warmth around his chest, and he could feel Scott kissing his perfectly erect nipple. Then he could feel the raspy pressure of Scott’s tongue as it flicked out and licked him, all around his hard nipple.

The feeling of Mike’s body trembling under his lips, made Scott feel excited. His whole body seemed to tense up as he lightly licked at the nipple, then he carefully ran his teeth against the hard flesh, pushing against the nipple, moving it, then carefully surrounding it with his teeth, ever so gently tickling it with his teeth. He bit down, lightly but just enough to grip the firm flesh, and he felt Mike’s hands move from his hips to wrap themselves around his back and pull him tightly up against his body.

Mike could feel his penis stretching his levi’s outwards. He was sure he could feel Scott’s thigh muscle tighten as his penis pressed up against it. Damn he wished he was naked, but he couldn’t move. His whole body twitched as Scott flicked his tongue out once more to tickle his nipple, but now his hand was also squeezing the other nipple, making it twist in his grasp.

His whole body was shaking by the soft gentle presence of Scott’s mouth on one nipple and his hand on the other when Scott suddenly moved his mouth over to the other side, biting down quickly on the nipple there. He let out a loud moan, as his heart skipped a beat, then another, by the sudden switch. He felt the air moving across the now unattended nipple, cooling it and yet raising its temperature. He felt his knees wobble slightly as Scott’s hand found the moist nipple and squeezed it just as his other nipple was flicked by the raspy tongue of Scott.

Mike moved his hands off of Scotts back and had them clenching Scott’s shoulders. He pressed his fingers into the flesh, feeling the flesh give to his pressure as his body groaned with the light assualt on his chest. His breathing was becoming difficult as Scott again changed direction, now licking the other nipple, then back to nibbling on the other, then back. His whole body swayed back and forth to the motion.

Scott could feel mike’s chest heaving and just as he had started, he stopped. Slowly he raised his head to stare lovingly into Mike’s dark eyes. They looked at each other, for what seemed an eternity then mike slowly moved his face forward and they kissed deep and long.

Each one tasting the other, each one pressing their tongues deep down into the other’s mouth. Together the two tongues touched at the lips, as if kissing each other, then one would give briefly for the other to soar deep down inside, then as it pulled back the other would race forward to fill the other’s mouth. Back and forth the two tongues danced together, tasting every inch of the mouth, feeling the intake of breath with each heave of the chest.

The dance was short lived and ever so slowly the two faces pulled slightly apart. The eyes opened to once more stare into the other pair of eyes. They just stood there, wrapped together in blissful harmony. Mike’s hands now down to Scott’s ribs, while Scott’s rested on top of Mike’s shoulders.

He could feel Mike’s body heaving, and he knew his own was doing a similiar reaction. There was so much love in those eyes, his heart couldn’t seem to get enough. The house could be falling down around him for all he cared, all he wanted to do was to be in Mike’s arms and be able to stare into those deep liquid pools of love.

His heart was still pounding hard inside his chest, but Scott could feel it slowing down back to a regular beat as he continued to stare into Mike’s soul. He felt a soft warm blanket wrapping itself around his whole body and he knew that this was the man for him, the man he wanted by his side forever.

Mike couldn’t explain it, not even if his life depended on it. His whole body ached from desire. He couldn’t imagine not being with Scott, and yet just a few short months ago he had been thinking that there was nothing for him in life but work. He had doubted that he would ever find someone to share his life with, and yet here he was, in the arms of a man who made his heart palpitate with joy and excitement, just at the mere mention of his name.

It had been a long road for Scott in such a short time, and yet here he was, embarking on a journey he hoped would last a lifetime. A large warm smile crossed his face and it seemed to simply melt through Mike’s glazed eyes, bouroughing itself deep into Mike’s soul. Mike’s body trembled under the pressure and a small tear formed at the corner of his eye.  His hand reached out, to gently run along the flat washboard stomach, gently touching the soft pale skin, feeling the muscles roll under his touch.

Mike’s whole body was a mass of trembling muscles. Every thought in his mind was now centered on the young firm body before his eyes. He could think of nothing else, just of Scott and how wonderful it felt to touch that perfect milky white skin, a slight bronze tinge from the sun making it look so damn inviting.

He didn’t know how long he could stay on his feet, the mere touch of Scott’s flesh against his hands was causing his legs to wobble even more. His arms felt like lead weights, he was slowly losing control of his limbs and yet he couldn’t move. His eyes were locked into Scott’s and he couldn’t believe the wonderful feeling of peace that was coursing through his entire body. His lips licked themselves as he saw the glimmering blue of Scott’s eyes. His hand was resting on Scott’s waistband, right near the pant button and automatically it just seemed to move to the button and pop it open.

Scott could feel the pressure of mike’s hand against his belly and his knees started to shake a little. He could tell what was coming next and the anticipation was making him a nervous wreck. It was what he wanted, and needed, yet he wanted to do more. As his pant button was released he moved his one hand down to grip Mike’s.

He brought the hand up his chest, making it move against his flesh, making it feel his skin as he pulled it upwards to his head. His eyes not leaving Mike’s for one second. The feeling of Mike’s strong hand, moving up past his belly, past his stomach and between his pecs made him swallow hard. His chest ached from the rapid breathing, and he was starting to feel beads of perspiration on his forehead as the hand came upwards.

Scott lowered his eyes briefly, as he took Mike’s hand and brought it up to his mouth. Gently he kissed the back of the hand, and his eyes now riveted their attention back to mike’s face. He could see a small tear trickling down one corner, rolling down the cheek now and he felt his heart sigh deeply in his body.

He took the hand and gently he held it, then slowly he led Mike from the living room and up the stairs towards the bedroom. His love needed to be fullfilled, and it wasn’t going to be on the living room floor, least not this first time, not for this start to his new found life.

Chapter 10

The banging finally stopped, and everyone just lay there, big grins on every face. A slight chill was in the air, but no one really noticed, as they slowly began to come down from the high that they just were experiencing.

Mike finally slid his feet off the bed and padded off to the washroom to grab some towels, so they could all move back into the living room. He kept shaking his head, and grinning, with the occasional glance at the ceiling. There was a bounce to his step as he wrapped one large bath sheet around his middle and grabbed two other towels for the boys in the room. Felt strange thinking of them, and yet it felt so right.

With towels around their middles, Randy and Scott followed Mike into the living room. They could see the darkness out of the patio window, and it wasn’t all that dark anymore. Mike was busy putting the coffee on as Randy sat down on the floor, next to Scott’s feet.

As Mike brought the coffee in, he saw the scene of the young stallion sitting on his couch, the one he had fallen for and there next to him was the young man who certainly was wiser than his age, and yet, it looked like a modern scene out of ‘family life’.

Now where was this gonna lead them? He wondered as he passed Scott his coffee and their eyes seemed to lock together, as if exchanging signals and each was able to read the other’s mind. Randy’s idea of a group grope had worked out, sort of, but now it had added a new dimension to the whole situation. Mike had never felt so alive, and while he had always thought Randy was cute, he never looked at him as someone he wanted in his life. That had suddenly all changed.

Scott had felt like he was on top of the world, and now, now he had to come up with some decisions. He still had deep feelings for Randy, yet Mike had captured his heart like no one, not even Randy, had.  However, Randy was still special and how could he leave him out of his future? Would Mike want him to?

Randy sat there, feeling the warmth of Scott. The mere touch of his leg against his side made him feel like he was actually a part of something, even if it was only for a brief time. Sadness was in his eyes and he kept his head lowered, not sure what today was going to bring. Somehow, he wished just once that his life could go his way. He sat there, sipping at the warm coffee, not noticing the strong silent messages passing between Scott and Mike.

Chapter 11

Scott had been pacing back and forth for over an hour now. Every few seconds he would glance up at the big video display, checking the times to the right with the huge digital clock on the pillar next to it. Damn it, the flight was late, typical airlines.

Finally the numbers changed and he could see that the flight from Atlanta had arrived and would be deplaning from clear across the concourse. Damn it, first it said this building, now it showed that it would be clear across to the other side. Well, he started to walk away, his feet carrying him towards his future.

As he walked fast towards his destiny, his mind went back to the last few weeks. He had tried to stay in Atlanta for as long as possible, but business couldn’t wait and the friggin asshole cousin was back to his old tricks. He had no choice, so with 2 weeks to go before Mike was finished in Atlanta, he had to board the company jet and head off back to Florida and the family.

It had been a tough good bye and poor Randy had looked so forlorn, it made his heart break. Mike wasn’t much better and the good byes in the car were to say the least watery. Mike had promised that he would call daily, but Scott insisted that he not. Instead, he said he would call as it was one of the perks of his job. Mike didn’t argue too much and Randy just sort of hung out in the back of the car.

At the gate to his plane, Randy had a tough time keeping himself in check, and when he hugged Scott good bye, he clung to him so hard Scott was sure his ribs were cracked. Mike shook his hand, his eyes glued to the floor it seemed. They hardly exchanged words, and it was like taking a baby from its mother’s arms. They all just sort of stood there, none of them willing to look at anyone else.

He was passing the main insurance machine as his mind recalled his flight here and how he had been greeted by his father, stacks of manila folders in his arms and a weary grin on his face.

Cousin John, the asshole had really been up to no good and now it was up to him to sort it out. He had no idea then just what had gone on, but it didn’t take him long to find out. His father had been pretty upset and the list of problems seemed to have aged his dad considerably in the last few months. He knew that his parents were due to leave on a cruise for Christmas, and now even that seemed to be in abeyance, as his father detailed the stock manoeuvres his cousin and uncle had been pulling.

The bombshell was when his father pulled out the pale blue folder and handed it to him in the car. He opened it, his heart sinking as he saw the police report detailing the incident in Atlanta. In addition, he saw several photographs of Randy, with the police identification numbers and he knew that he was in for a real rough time, one that could place his whole future into doubt.

He didn’t know which was worse, the fact that his stupid asshole cousin John had the information or the look on his father’s face. How did you explain to your own dad that for years you had been lying to him, that your dates with all the nice girls in town were for show and nothing more?

The trip from the airport home had been a silent one. He had no idea how to approach it and his father seemed in no rush to explore the new aspects of his son’s life. It wasn’t until they reached the front of his own driveway, when his father finally broke the silence.

In a very soft voice, as if the life had been drained from him, his father spoke to him about the report. He didn’t rant or rave, he merely pointed out how disappointed he was in Scott. He made no reference to business, just to his feeling of betrayal. Scott left, standing alone in front of his home, his security blanket no longer looking so secure. DAMN THAT JOHN ! he thought, but it wasn’t really fair to blame him for his secretiveness. It wasn’t really John who made him lie to his own parents.

Scott spend a restless night, going over his options and at one point he felt like just walking out and taking the next plane back to Atlanta. That was one option he kept tossing back and forth until 6am when his private line rang. Now what he had thought as he picked up the receiver to find not some new problem, but the one voice he wanted to hear, had hoped to hear but didn’t think he would hear.

Mike had for some insane reason decided to phone him, and together they talked for an hour or more. He had explained, briefly and then in a flood of words what his arrival home had brought out in the open. The soft soothing sounds of Mike’s voice seemed to make him very calm. He no longer felt like a trapped animal in a box canyon, instead he felt like he had found some new hope to run free.

Scott had a smile on his face as he stood in line at the airport security line, as he thought back to that phone call. It was kismet or something that had made Mike phone him just then. He had no idea how he was going to handle the upcoming meeting, but after the phone call, he had at least found some peace of mind.

As the line moved forward slowly, Scott reflected back once more, to how the day had progressed. He could see himself laughing at some corny joke that mike had tossed at him, calling him his bet wabbit, a term he had coined after one of their love making sessions. Mike figured that Scott had to be part rabbit the way he kept wanting to screw around. Even Randy had joked about how horny Scott always seemed to be.  The tag had stuck, and now he was Mike’s wittle wabbit and mike was his snuggles.

He had showered and ate some breakfast before heading off to the office and his showdown. He had no sleep but he felt like he had had 20 hours of the best sleep ever. The quick jerk off session he had with Mike just before they ended their conversation didn’t hurt either. God, that guy could bring up some interesting visions, and it almost felt like he was in the room watching him stroke his dick. This was a strange way to feel, but after the call, he seemed to look forward to the confrontation that was ahead.

As the line continued to slowly move ahead, Scott kept his smile on his face. It really had been a good meeting, and he had enjoyed himself as he sat there at the beginning, listening to Cousin John play his cards out. How sad he was to bring to the board’s attention that his favorite cousin had been involved in a situation that could have such dire consequences for the company.

He listened intently as his Uncle Charles rose, unsteadily, as if in pain, to add his voice to the sadness and disappointment he felt at Scott’s involvement with the Atlanta police through an incident at a gay bar over some street trash.  Scott had flared at those words, but he kept his cool, realizing that just as discussed with Mike, it was going the way they figured.

He listened as his uncle reluctantly brought forth his motion to dismiss Scott, in the best interests of the firm and the family (now that was a nice touch, he had thought) and how his father had sat there, his eyes barely open, the pain very evident in his face.

Back and forth it had gone, between his cousin’s business like demeanour and his uncle’s family disappointment approach. Finally his father had smashed his fist on the table, startling everyone. He had risen and in quick short bursts had told Uncle Charles that while he didn’t accept homosexuality as a way of life that was in keeping with his values, he did defend Scott. He told him how Scott was the same person who had taken the company from near bankruptcy 8 years earlier and brought it to its level of prosperity now. He had stated in harsh static tones how it was Scott who had stopped the internal haemorrhaging of the corporate cash flow by instituting some stringent cost control measures and that it was those measures that were at the root of John’s and Charles’ discontent, not him being gay.

Scott had tears in his eyes at the way his father had stood up to the old bore and his son, and the director’s sensed that there was more to come. They weren’t disappointed either as Scott’s father finally turned the tables and gave the floor to Scott.

He was almost at the gate now, and he could still see the ashen white look of anger on Uncle Charles’s face as he rose in the meeting to answer the charges and innuendo of his family.  His father had laid the groundwork in a way he hadn’t expected, and he started by placing his hand on his dad’s shoulder and squeezing it. He couldn’t speak to him but they did look at each other and he knew he owed this man a great deal, and a great big hug, but not now, now he needed to bring dear old Uncle Charles and sweet Cousin John to heel.

Scott started his opening, with his own personal declaration of independence. He started by saying, yes he was a homosexual, and furthermore, that he was damn proud of who he was, but that while he felt before, and even now that what he did in his bedroom was no one’s business, if they must know, then they should know the whole truth.

Yes he had an affair with a street youth, but that it was something he wasn’t ashamed of. Yes he had been in a bar room brawl protecting that same youth because he couldn’t sit back and let some over bearing hypocritical asshole beat on him. If that damaged the family or the firm, then maybe the family and the firm needed to re-examine its own values.

Yes he was gay, not only was he gay but he was bringing home someone who he hoped would be his partner and mate for life, and so the board might as well know that too. While he was sure that Cousin John’s spies, which by the way had been paid for out of corporate funds, would eventually find it out, he felt the board should know it now, from him, untainted by some prejudiced source.

He could see his father’s face as he spoke to the board, and he could feel the breath leaving him, but in for a penny, in for a pound and he had continued.  Yes he had paid men for their favours, not really much different than their nation’s president giving jobs to young women, except that he preferred men. He pointed out that the president hadn’t been kicked out of office, and further that the nation was still intact, so would their company if the facts were exposed to the shareholder’s.

Scott went on to even further tell the faces that stared at him in open amazement that while he at least had the decency to seek his personal pleasures away from the family’s base of operation, his cousin didn’t do so. As well, just exactly what was the difference between him seeking the paid company of young men, and the paid young women who frequented his cousin’s downtown apartment? Would the shareholder’s really be any less upset?  Did his Uncle really feel that the shareholders would prefer that the board force his resignation and place good old Cousin John back in charge when under his supervision, the company had lost millions in revenues and had squandered just as many millions in stupid ventures?

Or would the board prefer that he resign? Would they prefer that he leave even though he had just secured a multi million dollar contract with CNN? Man he had enjoyed the stunned looks on Uncle Charles’ face as he threw on the board room table the signed agreement between CNN and their company, a fact that no one but his father had known about.

He didn’t let it go there either, as he pushed forward once and for all to end the constant battles between him, his father and Uncle Charles and Cousin John. With a deft movement he had upped the anty and now he started to play with his aces.

Scott was at the gate entrance way as his mind recalled how he had shown that in less than 5 years under the new agreement that each share of the company would increase from $68 to over $120 by simply doing nothing, but that if they followed his plans, they could not only raise the share value to the $120 mark, but surpass it two or even three fold.

He played his trump card by saying that this deal had originally been presented years ago but that John had rejected it. Was that how this board wanted to go into the new millennium?  With backwards archaic thinking that didn’t give a rat’s ass about the shareholder’s, but only about how many parties it’s executives could throw?

People were starting to come out of the long passageway, and he started scanning the crowd, his heart racing as he waited. This was his moment, his time, and he couldn’t think of two people who he’d rather share it with than Mike and Randy. His palms were sweating as he waited, one foot tapping nervously, his hands clenching and then nervously wiping them along his jeans.

Finally he thought he saw Mike’s head, least it looked like it and he moved forward a bit, almost trampling over a little girl. He murmured his apologizes and then he stood back up and there in front of him, was Mike.

He threw his arms around Mike and felt a strange warmth pass through his whole body. This was what it was like to be in love, to feel the warmth and strength of the person you desired above all else.

They hugged tightly for several minutes, Scott could feel his whole body tremble with the nearness of Mike. His groin was already aching like it had never ached before and he couldn’t wait to get them home. It was like he was a new person, so much so that he even risked a brief kiss against Mike’s cheek.

Mike was taken aback by the crush of Scott against his body, but damn it felt good. He could smell the strange cologne but more than that he could sense the urgent desire that was now in his arms. He smiled and as Scott’s lips brushed his cheeks, he was sure his heart stopped beating for that instant. This wasn’t the same Scott that had left a few short weeks earlier, this was a new man, and he sure did like it.

“God its good to see you….. where’s Randy?   ….. I don’t see him….”

“Scott…. uh….. look let’s go over there….”

“Fuck… no…. what is it Mike?….. don’t hold back..”

“Here…. Randy asked me to give this to you…. he isn’t coming Scott… I tried… you have to believe me Scott..”

“Yeah I know…. shit….. this isn’t right…. DAMN IT.”

“Scott…”

“I know Mike…. I know……”

Chapter 9

Scott could feel the ache in his groin growing with each passing second. He knew he needed to attend to its urgent plea. Slowly he manoeuvred Randy’s body so it was laying on the bed at an angle. He kissed the back of Randy’s shoulder now, tasting the saltiness of this skin.

Randy felt the gentle but firm pushing of Scott’s hands on his side and he move in towards Mike’s body. He felt the lifting and he shifted to lay more on his side than his back. His own erect penis pushed into the hard flesh of Mike’s upper thigh and he could feel Mike’s own erect weapon poking into his body.

Mike felt the change in Randy’s body and he switched to kissing the opposite nipple as the body moved from it’s back to it’s side. He felt Randy’s rapid breath on his head and was thrilled by the closeness. He pulled away as he felt the body push into his own.

He let Randy move his hand to sit between them but he reached up and taking the soft face pulled it down a bit and he gently brushed his own lips onto the soft thin lips of Randy, kissing him lightly and tenderly.

Randy could feel his whole body shudder with the kiss on his lips and the sudden hard kissing on his back. He could feel Scott’s fingers probing down his backside, rubbing his back, tracing his spine as it stuck out in his thin frame. He was anxious now, knowing what was coming and he could feel a strange ache in his buttocks. Never before had he felt this ache, this sudden urge that was only growing with each passing second.

Scott was slowly moving his hand downwards, he could see the white flesh of Randy’s ass cheeks, and his eyes seemed fascinated by the site of those white orbs of tantalizing boy flesh. He was having trouble keeping his thoughts on his movements, he was so fascinated by the shape and softness of the ass cheeks.

Slowly he felt his hands moving down the back, feeling the roughness of the bones sticking out from Randy’s spine and wondering why the protruded so much, but only for a second, as his hands found the start of the promised land.

Slowly his fingers touched the center of those white glistening cheeks, feeling the heat coming from them and then he felt Randy take a deep breath at the touch. He knew that Randy wanted it, and it made him eager to please the young man who had done so much for him before, and who now had forced the issue with Mike.

Carefully, Scott brought his hand up to his own face and he licked and then sucked on two of his own fingers. He opened his eyes to see Mike’s face over the shoulder of Randy and he smiled. Mike gave him a wide grin and then Scott pulled the finger out and offered them to mike.

Mike eagerly leaned forward, pushing his body harder into Randy and he took both fingers into his mouth, eagerly sucking on them as if they were Scott’s penis. His licked them and coated them with his saliva and shortly Scott took them and placed them into the warm ass cheeks.

Carefully, with his other hand, Scott spread apart the tight young cheeks, opening them to his other hand. He could see the small pink hole glittering in the night, waiting for him and he slowly ran his moistened fingers around its edges, lubricating it with Mike’s saliva, then after two turns he slowly started to push inwards, pushing against the pink hole.

Mike held onto Randy as he watched Scott gently massaging the insides of Randy’s ass. He saw the cheeks shaking as the hand moved along the inside crack, and he knew the second that Scott had inserted his fingers as Randy’s body jumped in his arms. He could feel Randy’s penis dig into his leg and he looked down now, into the liquid pools of shimmering darkness that was Randy’s eyes.

He could feel the need there and his heart reached out and suddenly he knew exactly what he had to do. While Scott was busy gently exploring the insides of Randy’s insides, he kissed the boy, letting him fall further into his arms. His own massive arms now wrapped around the young upper body, feeling the heart pounding against his chest.

Scott could feel a sudden wave of pure joy and pleasure rumble through his body and Randy’s and then he felt something strange, he felt like his heart was beating in three’s. It was unreal and only made the ache in his groin even more pronounced.

Slowly he took his other hand, and while still keeping his two fingers probing inside of Randy he managed to spit on his hand and reach down to his own throbbing penis. He coated the long thick shaft with his saliva and then he started to push it up.

Quickly he pulled his fingers out of Randy, and he felt the sudden arching backwards of the ass cheeks as Randy didn’t want it to end. He smiled to himself as he saw the two heads locked together and it made his heart skip even more. His breathing became rather regular which surprised him a bit, as he knew he was embarking on a whole new experience.

With his one hand he gripped the thick pulsing cock of his, and he could feel its heat. Carefully he brought it up from between the two young legs, rubbing it up against Randy’s full balls. He heard a garbled murmur as he pushed up, sending his solid cock up the center of the young fresh firm ass cheeks.

He could hear Randy gurgling with anticipation, and it made him move even slower, letting the excitement build inside his own body and that of Randy’s. Slowly he pushed up, making sure the head of his penis was firmly between the white fleshy cheeks.

Randy’s body was a mess of twitches and tremors at the slow progress of Scott’s penis up his ass. He could feel each slow unnerving movement and he kept trying to reach back, arching his ass towards the throbbing hot weapon. He could feel the heat and it seemed to penetrate the depths of his soul as it moved further towards his anus. His muscles were starting to tighten and flex in anticipation. His breathing was becoming even more ragged and shallow with each passing second.

The slow even motion finally stopped. Scott had reached Randy’s anus, the pink hole seemed to shudder at the touch of the raw cock head. It seemed to shrink under the heat, and yet the legs twitched, waiting. A loud groan escaped Randy’s mouth as the cock lay against his hole, as if gathering its strength. He could feel the warmth, and now even the moisture of the oozing pre cum from the slightly vibrating penis.

Scott reached across with his hand, firmly gripping Randy just above his own throbbing penis. He could feel the solid firm strength that was behind the hand. Randy was tensed up, waiting and he opened his eyes to find Mike’s staring into his. He watched in amazement as Mike licked his lips, waiting for Scott to push in, as if that was to be a signal of some sort.

Scott moved his legs in closer now, forcing the cock to wedge itself even tighter into the grip of Randy’s hole. He could feel the tight sphincter muscle now, and the strength of it seemed to heighten his will to penetrate the young body beside him. His on leg was as close as possible and his grip now tightened around Randy’s middle and he started to slowly but firmly, push his hips forward.

Randy’s muscles resisted, refusing an easy entry to the throbbing cock that lay against it. Slowly the muscles were forced to relinquish their guardianship of Randy’s insides and the final piercing made Randy cry out in a choked voice.

The sound of Randy’s young voice caused Scott to stop briefly, then his own urgent desire and need took back control and his hips continued their relentless push forward, sending the throbbing cock head past the final sentinel of the body.

With that brief cry, Scott was inside now, and he felt a strange grip surround his thick cock head. It was soft and yet tough, but so damn smooth that it made him cry out with the joy of it. He could feel the soft silky muscles wrap themselves around the penetrating cock head and cover it in their warmth and strength. Slowly now, he pushed even further to force more of his long thick cock into the waiting insides of Randy.

Mike could feel Randy’s body jerk to the pressure of Scott’s penis entering his buttocks. He could sense the pain and the joy of that penetration and he started to kiss the young face besides him. He covered the cheeks and lips with his kisses then quickly moved his face down, shifting his own body so only his head rested on Randy’s sweating body.

Slowly, as if in time with the slow inwards push of Scott, Mike moved his head to briefly lick at the fiery red nipples that were as solid as a block of concrete. He heard Randy moaning to the assault of his lips and of Scott’s penis. It only made Mike more determined to continue, and his own penis was aching like it had never ached before.

Mike moved down, his face never leaving the surface of Randy’s body, keeping it upright so it wouldn’t fall forward and he was slowly swinging his whole body around, bringing his legs up now so they were facing and laying next to Randy’s face. His own face was now gently licking at the soft belly and teasing the puckered belly button. He could feel the stomach muscles contracting with each lick and each gentle nibble.

Randy didn’t know where to turn. The sudden assault along his entire front was driving him crazy. He couldn’t tell which was more enjoyable or giving him the most pleasure. The slow relentless entrance of Scott’s hard penis or the constant licking from Mike’s tongue all along his body. He could feel all of his body struggling to keep control, but he was losing the battle quickly.

Suddenly he could feel a strange heat from near his face and he opened his eyes to see the blinking glare of a white dripping cock. Mike had switched positions so that his penis was now poised right at Randy’s mouth and it was dripping with pre cum in anticipation of entering Randy’s mouth.

Just as he opened his eyes to find the huge throbbing cock, Scott pushed in hard, and he felt the long cock shaft dig into his insides. The pressure forced his hips outwards, and suddenly he found his own cock being surrounded by a warm wetness. His eyes still staring at the huge throbbing red cock head in front, he managed a quick glance downwards, and there he saw the back of Mike’s head covering his groin. Mike had taken his own long thick throbbing cock into his mouth.

Randy let out a loud cry as he felt Mike’s teeth gently grating against his cock’s shaft, and he could feel his butt start to shake and quiver as Scott started to slowly withdraw his penis from inside him. God what a feeling he was experiencing as the two men worked on his crotch. One deep inside his ass, the other taking his cock into his mouth. His balls were swinging not sure what to do, and his body lay there, unsure if it should push back to hold onto the thick pulsing cock or jerk forward to force his own cock into the warm deep throat in front.

Mike could feel the way Randy was being torn and the ache in his groin made him push his hips forward, forcing the tip of his cock head to press against Randy’s lips. He felt the pre cum moisten the young thin lips and after only a second’s hesitation he felt the mouth open once more. It opened just as Scott began to once again press his hips forward, sending his penis back into Randy’s young ass.

This time Scott didn’t push as slow, as the ache in his body was getting to intense. His body was feeling the need to move forward, and his heart was pounding faster with every passing second. His pulse raced forward, and his blood started to rise in temperature as he pushed his thick throbbing cock deeper into the willing asshole.

The silky lining was slowly giving into the constant thrusts of the huge penis. It was gradually being stretched but never far enough to let its presence be unknown. It held still to every inch of the thick weapon, no matter how fast Scott pushed.

Mike could feel each firm thrust of Scott’s hips into Randy’s creamy white cheeks. Each thrust would send the young cock deep into his throat and he would keep his lips pressed firmly against the skin of the cock shaft as it traveled past to explore his throat. Mike didn’t move, he let the force of Scott’s penetrating thrusts to force the penis into his mouth, and then as Scott would pull back, readying to push in again, Randy would arch his buttocks backwards, trying to keep Scott’s penis deep inside his ass. It moved his penis out of Mike’s mouth, briefly, as the tempo was gradually increasing. Now he could feel the crushing weight of two bodies against his mouth and it felt good.

With each push in by Scott’s penis into Randy’s anus, Mike would thrust his own hips forward, sending his penis deep into Randy’s opened mouth. They worked together, without even knowing it so that Randy was being fucked at both ends at the exact same time.

Randy had lost count of how many times his body squirmed or how many tremors had passed through him. He was groaning constantly and the feeling of fullness was always there now. Every muscle in his young body was aching from being stretched so far and so hard. His buttocks ached from the fast  furious slams of Scotts body. His crotch ached from the firm slaps of hitting Mike’s solid jaw. His own jaw ached from the hard beats of Mike’s crotch into it.

His blood was starting to boil, and Randy knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. His whole body was taught and stretched to breaking point. It was no longer a matter of time but of seconds as he felt his balls tighten up beneath him. He felt them sling themselves up and pound against Mike’s bristly chin, feeling them wrap themselves up, readying for their release. Randy’s head was in a fog, he saw the appearance of blue lights barely flickering in front of him, and he could feel his inside muscles, gripping the thrusting penis of Scott even tighter.

Randy’s lips found their way to clamp themselves around Mike’s pulsing penis and then he knew it was time. The blood was too hot, it needed to escape, and so it started to rush forward towards his groin.

Loud cries echoed in the small room, cries from three different throats as the bed rocked to the harsh pounding that was happening on top of it. The box spring groaned, adding its metallic din to the human one’s.  Scott could feel the sweat dripping from his face onto Randy’s chest as he forced his penis to go faster and deeper.

Mike could feel his balls start to tighten up as his hips moved in time with Scott’s. He knew that Scott couldn’t hold on much longer when he felt a strong shake inside his mouth. Randy’s huge throbbing cock jerked hard against the back of his throat and with a muffled cry he started to taste the warm boy cream of Randy.

He couldn’t hold on any longer, no matter how desperately he wanted to. His blood was rushing to his penis, every part of his body was quickly being drained of its life force, as the blood was all concentrated at his groin. His balls were no longer swaying this way and that, they were to tight, next to his cock.

He almost was biting down on the thick pulsing cock inside his mouth as his body shuddered repeatedly. The pain and pressure was almost too much and he could see the lights getting brighter with every passing second. His whole body was one massive tremor as the last drops of his blood found their way to his penis inside Mike’s mouth and then he let it go.

His whole body bucked with the release. His ass shot backwards hard into Scott’s pushing body. It sent Scott’s penis straight and deeper inside him than anytime before. As the throbbing penis dug itself deep into Randy, the silky muscles no longer stretched. Instead they gripped hold of the long throbbing pole, holding it firmly inside, refusing to let it move and as the penis was now stuck, Randy’s own cock started to dance wildly inside Mike’s mouth. It jerked hard all around the small confines of the throat and then the steady stream of hot boy cream came cascading out, filling Mike’s throat and mouth.

He came fast, the jizz was a steady stream, and it was too much for Mike to swallow all of. Gobs of cum was dripping out of the corner’s of his mouth onto his chin and chest. The smell of released boy cream drove Mike crazy. Even before the stream was faltering his own hips started to crash hard and fast into Randy’s mouth. He wanted to join his cum with the load about to enter Randy’s buttocks and to mingle with Randy’s own juice pouring out.

Randy couldn’t believe the force of his ejaculation. It was like a dam had burst and his body shook repeatedly to the vibrations of his explosions. His body muscles seemed to tighten and he could feel the solid pressure deep inside him as his body convulsed with each full shot of cum. Mike’s penis was digging deep into his throat at the same time and his face kept being punished by the sheer urgency of the thrusts.

Scott could feel the tension. His dick was being squeezed all along the entire shaft by the muscles inside of Randy. He felt a strange warmth, a sort of heat that was penetrating past his own body heat. His body was rocking to the pressure and he could feel Randy’s body struggling next to him. His balls started to squeeze upwards, clinging to the underside of his penis, that was wedged deep inside the young body.

Mike could taste the sweetness of Randy, and it made him light headed. His body seemed to gyrate under the intoxicating smells and taste of Randy and his own penis was starting to jerk wildly inside of Randy’s tight mouth.

The battle didn’t last long for Scott, as he started to pull back every fiber in his body screamed out in opposition and his hips thrust back inwards, forcing his tightly held penis even deeper into the warmth of Randy. His balls were slapping the sweat stained buttocks and his arms felt rubbery. He had lost sensation in his extremities as the blood had been drained and was all rushing towards his groin.

Randy’s cries were no longer bouncing off the walls, instead they were quiet whimpers of pleasure as his body jerked and heaved to the final explosion of his man juice. He could feel his balls draining every drop, sending it along his long thick penis, stuffed inside of Mike’s mouth.

Mike was there, his breathing no longer even. His thoughts were incoherent as his balls slapped Randy’s chin and then exploded. His man juice went flooding through his dick, making it quiver and bounce and then to spill out into the waiting throat.

Randy choked briefly on the strong stream of cum that came pouring out of Mike’s dick. He swallowed once, then quickly once more in order to try and keep as much inside as possible. It was totally amazing that there was so much, specially after he had just finished doing Scott. Yet more kept coming out and Randy couldn’t swallow it all fast enough. Small gobs of it came trickling down out of the corner’s of his mouth and down his chin.

Mike’s pelvis felt like it was glued to Randy’s face. His pubic hair was matted with his own cum that had come dripping out of the young mouth. The pubic hair was pushing against the thin lips and Mike could feel the moistness of the lips being supplemented by his own milk.

He was panting as he let Randy’s now drained cock fall out of his mouth. Mike drank deeply of the air, trying to fill his depleted lungs with fresh air. His body was still shaking as his own penis gave one last spasm, and a few more drops of his jizz dribbled out into the eager mouth.

Scott let out a loud yell as his cock hit the top of Randy’s prostrate. He clenched his hand along the flat washboard stomach, digging his fingernails into the warm sweaty flesh and his whole body shook. His hips were grinding against the fleshy buttocks, making a strange slapping sound.

As his fingers dug into the warm flesh, he heard Randy exhale loudly and his buttocks arched backwards with surprising strength, grinding even more Scott’s dick deep inside.  The cock head jerked about, despite the tight hold Scott’s warm inside muscles had on it, and then he couldn’t hold on any longer. He cried out and his body convulsed once, twice, three times and his cock started to fill the warm tight hole with Scott’s cum.

It felt strange,  a sort of warm wetness seemed to engulf Randy as Scott’s penis shook to its wild gyrations. He could feel the thick vein beneath the shaft throbbing then suddenly nothing, then it felt like it had grown to twice its size and now, now he felt a strange warmth, a strange feeling of heat, that just engulfed his whole insides.

He could feel his tight muscles give slightly, as they felt the strange wetness flowing around inside his anus. His legs seemed to quiver, then shoot straight outwards, almost to the point of cramping up. His muscles were taut, coiled and ready to spring, and yet now, they just sort of hung there, ready and waiting. The blue lights were no longer small and indistinct, but large and illumines. He was blinded by brilliant shades of blue and they all seemed to be exploding right in front of him.

Randy couldn’t believe the feeling he had. His mouth was filled with a wonderful salty taste of a man, and his ass felt like it was filled with a warm lake of milk. His jaw slacked off, and he could feel the still large penis gradually pull out. He felt a strange ache and yet he couldn’t really tell where it was coming from.

Scott couldn’t believe it. He was being milked alive inside the warm tight hole that was Randy. The inner muscles pulled and lessen, then pulled again, then lessened, then pulled, and on and on it went and each time he shot a load of his milk deep inside the warm hole. His body ached from the strain yet his muscles refused to relinquish control. They held him tight, forcing him closer and his hand ached from the unreal pressure it was putting on the firm stomach muscles of Randy.

His legs and toes were arched outwards, straining to reach the other side of the wall. His whole chest felt like a huge anvil was pressing on it as he struggled for air to keep his lungs pumping. His heart felt like it was ready to burst out of the rib cage, it was beating so fast and now in time with each muscle contraction of Randy’s inside muscles.

Scott could feel the river of his cum flowing all around his thick throbbing penis now. He felt the warmth of it and the volume of it. He knew he had filled the young ass, and that the remnants of his juice was now dribbling back down and out of the still filled anus.

Just as suddenly as they had tried to strangle his penis, Randy’s inside muscles suddenly gave way all together. They released his now silent cock, allowing it to slowly slide back out. The war was over for now, and the battering ram that was Scott’s dick was no more. Its power spent, its energy gone and it quietly left the tight confines that was Randy’s anus.

As his dick fell out of the warm wet hole, Scott was able to find his breath and his hand relaxed, it fingers white to the knuckles from the strain. He could feel his heart still pounding and he lay his head onto the side of Randy, his eyes glazed from his exertion. His hand, that once felt like an iron vise grip, now lay limp and placid along the stomach, feeling gone from it.

Slowly all three could make sense of their surroundings and mike was startled as he heard the THUMP THUMP of something. At first he thought it was his heart but he knew it was no longer racing ahead, then he thought it might be Randy’s but he could see the more regular heave of Randy’s chest, so he knew it wasn’t his heart making the sound.  Carefully he raised his face to peer over Randy’s crotch to see Scott’s drawn face leaning on Randy’s side and he knew it wasn’t him. Then it dawned, the noise was coming from the apartment above him.

As it dawned on him from where the noise was coming from, he started to laugh. It was amazing but in all his years of living in an apartment, he had never had a neighbor pound on the wall or ceiling because he was too loud in bed. His face was contorted as he started to laugh louder as the pounding continued from above.

Randy looked at him like he was an idiot until the noise penetrated his fogged brain. Then he too started to cackle with laughter as he realized that they had obviously woken up the neighbor upstairs with their love making. His body convulsed with laughter and he could feel himself shaking all over from it.

Scott was on his back, his eyes filled with tears as he laughed at the sound of the upstairs neighbor pounding on the floor. He wondered if he was using a broomstick and the idea only made him laugh more. God what a way to end a night he thought as he turned his face towards the two men of his life.

How could he make a choice?  In fact, why did he even have to make a choice?  He smiled and his hand reached out to touch Randy’s shaking body. He felt the slight jolt as his hand touched and he found his fingers were also touching Mike’s fingers. All three of them were still connected and the laughter was slowly coming under control.