This story has a degree of sexually-explicit behaviour between men. If you are offended by such powerfully emotional things, aren't at least 18, are from a locality proscribing such material, please don't read any further.
This is totally a product of my fevered brain, so please don't think you recognise someone as a real person, cause you'd be wrong. The same goes for the places. In this story, you'll find smart people practicing safer sex and some not. The author recommends that you always make the smart choice and use a condom. Eroticize it.
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Note: This story is not intended to be the lube merchant's best friend. It may take some getting used to, but if you stay with me, you may get a bit of the 'bodice ripper' and a bit of the 'storke story' to boot. I just hope it's different enough from other things you've read to give you at least a modicum of amusement.
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Thank you Sara, Tim and Patrick!
Chapter Five
When is a gentleman not a gentleman?
A gentleman is not a gentleman when he's being a voluptuary in the act of coitus. Likewise is he neither a gentleman if he kisses and tells, so, we shall draw the veil upon the consummation of our meeting.
But, if this were a movie and if the maker of that movie were not a gentleman, there would have followed a 360 rotating shot of an architect and a publicity man melting into one another, becoming one. You might have seen lips hot and bruised with the fulfillment of a lifetime of longing and waiting. Lips which were tasting the promise of a future of belonging, of never having to be without two kindred lips upon which to dock in safe harbor.
There could have been shots of hands clutching in ebony black hair and eventually exerting encouragement to progress downward. Guiding hands on either side of a head whose tongue followed a scented treasure trail past leather and cloth, buttons and zippers to a pulsing manhood which would no longer be bound. There would of course have been the obligatory scene of clothes strewn like petals on a bridal path leading to a raised bed, an atelier, a bower where fate has led two lovers.
Had this been a movie of a romance novel, you might have seen that. However, our heroes being who they are, this is more likely to have been an Hitchcockian thriller with all of the attendant 1950's sensibilities. You would be more apt to have seen trains passing through tunnels or the cliché waves crashing and ebbing upon a sandy shore or explosions of firework.
Being a gentleman, I'll simply say that the 11:40pm arrived on time, ship shape and Bristol fashion and arrived again a few hours later and again in the morning a couple of times. It made it's scheduled morning stop in the bedroom and then unaccountably picked up two more passengers not more than 10 minutes later in the multiple head shower.
As a gentleman, let me simply put an end to the subject by relating to you that no storm tossed beach could ever have been swept cleaner by pulsing, throbbing waves than the shore of that raised bed.
Had one eyes to see it or film to capture it, that night would have been one filled with a double-millennium's worth of Roman Candles and chrysanthemum-like explosions of color, sound and fury all to celebrate a new love.
Joe and I, it must be told, would have ignored it all even if there had been an old comb and tissue paper kazoo playing our wedding song. We were too busy fucking each other's brains out.
I knew that the food Joe had asked for was moot at this juncture. We both needed to feed that immaculate desire which had lain deep inside each of us, developing over the years in the safety and security of our faith that it would eventually be born into the light when the time was right.
Since I'm no gentleman, here's what happened.
Joe put a hand on either side of my face and looked into my eyes with such complete love and lust all mixed up together that my breath actually failed me. All I could muster was a resigned yet expectant whimper/groan of resignation and welcome.
His gaze shifted to my open mouth as his pink tongue moistened his lips. His eyes began to close as his open mouth began a slow descent toward my own. His lips brushed against mine for an instant and that fluttering touch became the blasting cap which ignited an explosion of passion in me, the depth of which was completely out of my realm of experience.
I had to have him. Now. No more waiting. I was ravenous, insatiable. My hands moved up his perfectly muscled body and pulled his head the rest of the way to me. I moved my lips to his and breathed his breath as our tongues stroked alternately for dominance and then more than willingly surrendered. We were inside each other. Oh. The taste of him! Some chemical bond must have been created between us, made up of his flesh and my flesh which when joined made the kiss so fundamentally fulfilling. It shook us both to our souls.
I had always thought that the first kiss of my longed for beloved would be enough to have made the long years of waiting worthwhile. I was dead wrong. It was everything I had thought it would be, but, it propelled us both to seek more. A deeper connection was absolutely necessary now. I ached to have this man, THIS man, inside me.
I broke the kiss, which left us both stunned at being apart. Joe looked at me and smiled and shook his head yes, meaning that he knew what was to come. I took his hand and we walked to the bedroom with our arms and shoulders touching with each step, each wanting complete contact with the other.
The deeply colored mahogany door drifted open at the touch of my hand to the crystal knob. I touched the dimmer pad and the room glowed with suffused golden light. He was at home instantly, knowing the room as if he had designed it, as if he owned it, which, now, he did, as well as possessing him who occupied it.
The paneled and damasked walls caressed the light and made it quiet and enveloping. Joe was in his element as he took the lead back from me and moved us toward the raised platform upon which rested my hand-carved ebony four poster. It is a King's bed. Joe and I would in time take turns at playing king of the feather mattress. Not now. Now I needed Joe to be King.
Joe said, "Tell me how much I love you Pete."
I, without hesitation, replied, "You love me like a man who doesn't' want to die loves life. Like a glutton loves his food. You love me as your compliment. Your other half. You love me because I make it possible for you to be completely and only you. I am your purpose, your denouement. I fill in the blanks for you. I am comfort. I'm home for you my love."
"As you are for me so am I for you." he declared.
He slowly undressed me, piece by piece, in no particular hurry, stopping here and there to touch and taste and praise. Sometimes not saying anything so much as issuing a sudden intake of breath. He ran his hard hands over my muscled arm and then lifted it to his bowed head and kissed the crook of my arm dragging his velvet tongue up my bicep where he raised my arm and buried his face in my armpit. His inhaled my scent and tasted my skin. I was shuddering with lust from this erotic exploration. Joe licked across my shoulder to my neck, across my throat where he placed his teeth around my Adam's apple and bit down. He was so strong he could have killed me had that been his intention. I did think I was dying but from pleasure, not fear. Such a feral act only served to push my endorphin level higher and my cock came the rest of the way up between us. I was not in my body anymore, I was inside Joe, feeling what he felt as I was experiencing all the sensation he was giving me. This sharing was a miracle to me. It was so overwhelming that I needed to hang on to Joe's massive shoulders to keep my balance. With my head thrown back to offer myself to his mouth he licked across my neck and other shoulder and reversed his previous course. My body was electrified.
Now his mouth came to my nipples. His tongue and teeth first on one and then the other drew my first orgasm of the night up, up and I erupted with out warning to either of us. Joe felt my body tense and spasm multiple times with my release but paid no attention to the mess I had made to the front of his pants. He was driven. He knew where he had to be and would let nothing stand in his way of achieving it.
With no let up, he moved his tongue from my pecs down the light smattering of hair describing a line to my still erect cock. Moving his hands down my sides with all the skill and delicacy of a pianist he knelt at the same time. Cupping my ass cheeks in his hands, he maneuvered his face across my taught belly and inhaled the scent of fresh cum mingled with the hard milled French soap I use. This essential combination of scents was his trigger. Now my hot, perfect, black haired knight left chivalry behind and became the voluptuary in rut. He deep throated my average length cock and wrapped his arms completely around my body as he came and came and came in his pants. He groaned and shed tears of fulfillment as his orgasm swept him up and shook him like a rag doll.
He never left my engorged cock for an instant during his climax. He slowly stood, and looked into my eyes with what I can only term as a panther-like gaze and said, "Now I'm going to do what I've wanted to do all my life. I'm going to make you mine in no uncertain terms. Are you ready to be mine? Will you take me inside and make me yours? Don't say yes unless you mean it Pete. We can play all the fun games we want later. This is for real. This is for life!"
"With my entire being Joe. Come into me. Come home." I said through gritted teeth. The emotion I felt was so intense that anyone observing the scene would have mistaken my need as anger. I looked angry. I wasn't. It was some sort of sexual fugue state, perhaps a mental orgasm can best describe it, as wave after wave of anticipation and completion ratcheted through my body and soul.
Joe stood and ripped his own clothes off as fast as he could. Then, when he was naked, he just simply stood there and let me look at him. The exquisite masculine beauty of his face was only the precursor to the rapture that his body inspired in me. All those years of hard manual labor he did while learning his trade and his regular workouts had created a body of such perfection as to be indescribable. His body was not over-worked. If you saw him naked you would probably think he was well put together but nothing more . . . until you looked at his totality. He had the perfect shoulders of a hod carrier. Next was the perfect chest with just enough black fur across the tops of his pecs running in a treasure trail down his vee-shaped trunk to a most respectable set of abdominals, all defined like the finest chaste silver work. His cock. His cock was about 7 inches long and thick without being obscene. It was a real dick, the kind you dream about having for your own. It was surrounded by thick ebony hair which continued down his defined thighs to a beautiful covering on his shapely calves. His feet were a fetishists dream. They were unblemished and beautifully kept.
I saw Joe's ass for the first time reflected in the one mirrored wall in the room. His back was as beautiful as a marble statue's but his ass was glorious. I once heard a perfect ass described as looking like two cantaloupe in a wet paper bag. It wasn't the ever popular bubble butt you hear so much about in gay circles, this was simply beautifully shaped and lightly furred. It was the perfect male ass, the kind you'd risk committing a social blunder to pat, if you had the balls to do it.
His cock was sticking straight out in front of him. He moved toward me and bent his knees. He embraced me with both arms which pushed his dick underneath my balls and the head, which was still wet with his cum, kissed the cleft of my ass. I was melting into him as his lips found mine and his tongue entered me as prelude to his cock. At that moment, the moment his lips and cock connected with my naked fiery flesh, all the tension left my body.
Joe and I mounted the two steps up to the bed. He said, "Lie on you back my love. I want to see your eyes and face when I fuck you." Then he surprised me by saying, "Accoutrements?"
Do I need to tell you what a turn on it is to know that your lover is concerned enough for your safety as a couple to assume protection in the heat of passion? I indicated the small drawer built into the bedstead. He took a condom and the lubricant and made us both ready. He opened me with his magnificent strong laborer's hands. When the first of his strong fingers was ready to breech me, he looked in my eyes and said, "I'm almost home my love. Let me in Pete."
I relaxed and obeyed his command. So sweet and gentle was his entry that I nearly lost it. He spent a moment playing and getting me familiar with the penetration of his being into mine and then a second digit joined the first. Ecstasy of the highest order washed over me as I sighed, "More!"
His third finger joined its mates while his thumb stroked and pushed on my perineum, the root of my cock. It was so comfortable and enticing that the fire in me started to build.
"Now Joe. Please, oh God. Please baby." I begged.
"Here I am Pete."
With that, he stood at the edge of the bed and put my legs on his shoulders and lined up his cock.
"Pete, look at me. Look in my eyes. This is us, together at last."
I looked at him and as I held his gaze he pushed through and kept up an agonizingly slow but steady descent into my being until he was fully in.
As he bottomed out he exploded in tears and yelled, "Do you have any idea how much I love you? I need you Pete. I'm all yours."
As he expelled all the pent up emotion of waiting and wishing he fucked me hard and strong. Tenderness would come later and often, but now was completion and possession and release.
Guttural cries came from somewhere inside me as we passed through a kind of portal into a new world of love and contentment and righteousness. I came first. I came without warning and with huge force. My irresistible force dragged Joe further into me and he was helpless to resist. He came. He rammed himself home and screamed, "All of me in you and for you. Forever!"