Southern Nights, Chapter 9
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Floating, drifting, rocking far out in the cozy dark space of unconsciousness, seeing fleeting glimpses of what isn't there, and maybe what never was, futilely resisting the feather-light tug of the here and now, the real, a tether connecting me to the tangible world to which I must return, slowly and gently, but not less than certainly. Morning is breaking, whether I am ready or not.
It was the next morning, to be precise, and there I was, opening my eyes in a mountain cabin, once again sprawled against Beau, coming perilously close to pushing him right out of the obviously too-small spindle bed to which I had returned without even knowing how. Or when. The early hour notwithstanding, it was already warm and humid, and I could feel a damp heat emanating from the body that stretched out next to mine. The thin cotton sheet was the only thing that covered us, and underneath we were wearing only our underwear, but even that felt like too much. I observed only a marginal improvement when I pulled back the sheet, exposing our nearly naked bodies.
Apparently awakened by my stirring, Beau rolled onto his back, enabling me to see the tip of his morning erection protruding from the fly of his boxers. He rubbed the back of his hand against his sleep-filled eyes and yawned.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning to you, too." Despite the heat, I sidled up against and over him and put my hand on his flat stomach and my lips on his. "You sleep ok, finally?"
"Yeah, I guess. You?"
"Not great, but I'll live. I spent some time out on the couch, but eventually I came back here, though I don't really remember when."
We lay there quietly for a few minutes, trying to summon the energy and inclination to roll out of bed, before Beau slipped his hand inside my boxers. He turned towards me and began to tease my ear with his lips and tongue, while his hand gripped my cock. My trusty, fleshy companion immediately pricked up its ears at this provocation, and Beau began to teasingly roll my foreskin back and forth over my hardening knob.
"Mmm, nice," he drawled. "Are you as horny as I am, you sexy Yankee man?"
My tongue delivered an immediate, non-verbal answer as it began a preliminary reconnaissance inside Beau's mouth, where it encountered only token resistance. "I may be from north of the Mason-Dixon line, not to mention a few years older, but I guarantee you that I'm every bit as red-blooded as you," I replied. "You may have gotten the best of me last night, but today is a new day, and I intend to show you how to win a war, not just a battle."
I rolled over on top of Beau and used my superior weight and strength to pin him down. Grabbing his wrists, I held his arms wide as I leaned in to nuzzle around his neck. His skin tasted slightly salty and delicious. Slowly and patiently, my lips began to migrate down and across his chest and over to his armpits, which emitted a ripe, sexy, male aroma. As I began to chew and lick, Beau responded by writhing beneath me, causing my hairy chest to rasp across his nearly smooth skin. Whether this was an attempt to break free or a ploy to increase the friction between our bodies I cannot say. I did enjoy the bottom-falling-out-of-my-stomach feelings of lust that it was producing.
Wrapping his long, lean legs around my butt, Beau pulled my crotch against his. He was hard as a rock, and the thin cotton fabric of his boxers was rapidly becoming soaked with precum, as was mine. Our rutting around didn't last too long before I was eager to feel direct contact between our cocks. Temporarily releasing his right wrist, I reached down and roughly pulled down the waistband of his underwear. He helped me by wriggling out of them, and I quickly shed my own. Arms and legs spread wide, he was the center of gravitational attraction in the little universe of that bed, and I was sucked right in, pressing my body against his with all of my male mass. In every way, we were naked to each other.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned when our slippery cocks first came into direct contact. "That feels so fucking awesome."
Rocking from side to side, my hard organ slid back and forth across his, causing them both to quiver with tiny electric shocks that emanated outward from our groins. I placed my mouth over his and let our tongues, our lips, our hot saliva all mingle. I fucking wanted to devour him, to eat him up, and I slid down his body to his fat, blunt cock and licked and nipped up and down the shaft before taking the whole thing into my mouth and sucking with the appetite of a starving man. Reaching up, I ran my hands up and down Beau's wiry, muscular torso, across his hard pecs and over his flat stomach, tweaking his jutting nipples and raking my fingers through his neat pubic bush. Jesus H. Christ, I was turned on, and I was going to have every square inch of him.
Rearing up, I grabbed Beau by the hands and pulled him out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom. No questions, no protests, no ifs, ands, or buts. Turning on the water, I pushed him under the shower and grabbed a bar of soap, using it first on him and then on me, and then using my whole body to spread the clean lather over him, sliding back and forth, up and down, and turning him around so that my slippery cock was wedged in the cleft of his butt, offering a down payment for what was to come, and my arms snaked around his torso, one hand playing with his tits and the other jacking his cock, and all the while warm water sprayed down over us and I whispered my intentions into his ear. More than once Beau lifted up on his tiptoes, clearly hoping to impale himself on my erection, but each time I held back and pushed him back down. This time I was going to control the pace, and I wasn't ready. Yet.
I did relent when he slipped down onto his knees and began to nurse my almost painfully hard cock. Holding on to my hips to steady himself, he positively inhaled me, using his lips to push my foreskin back, and then his tongue danced over and under, delivering a message to every square inch of exposed flesh. His own cock jutted stiffly out of his groin, twitching and pulsing, like it had a life of its own. Water streamed off of that beautiful prick, and I wished that I could reach down to it and feel its wet hardness.
"Time to get back to the other room," I finally said, not wanting to risk things getting out of control in the shower. "I think you'd best come with me."
Beau was in no mood to resist, and we quickly beat a watery retreat down the hall to the bed we had shared the night before. I immediately pushed him face down on the bed, floated down on top of him, and put my mouth against his ear as I once again parked my cock between his butt cheeks.
"Do you think I'm gonna fuck you?"
The pace of his breathing had picked up. "Yeah."
"Is that what you want?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your big cock up in my ass. I want to feel your big balls slap up against mine."
"OK, well all that's what you're gonna get, but you're gonna have to wait just a minute first."
Kissing a trail down the damp skin of his back, I stopped right at the top of his crack. Pulling him onto his knees, I maneuvered him so that his butt was sticking straight up, inviting me to spread his cheeks and reveal the pucker that was normally hidden from view. It was beautiful. Flushed a dark red, twitching with excitement, ringed with a sparse fringe of dark hairs; I couldn't help moving in a little closer. When my tongue first made contact, a low growl welled up deep inside of Beau, growing in volume and intensity as I lightly flicked back and forth over the sensitive skin.
He looked back at me with an expression of unbridled lust, which I don't think I've ever seen equaled. "Fuck, Jeff, I can't believe you're doing that, but, but," he gasped a little, "you'd better not stop "
I could feel Beau's hole pulsing under my tongue. Sinking deeper into his crack, I placed my lips directly over the clenching ring of flesh and began to nibble and suck. The sheer forbidden nature of this act, the complete surrender to pure animal lust, was enough to make me light-headed with desire. Beau, meanwhile, was working himself up to a fever pitch as he pressed back against my willing mouth. It didn't take long before we were both ready for more.
And my troops were on the march. Reaching over to the night table, I grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed out a generous amount. A shiver went through Beau as I smeared the sticky fluid over my target and began to poke and tease with a couple of fingers. At the same time I lubed myself up, preparing for the invasion that I hoped was just minutes, seconds, away. The fact that Beau was still such a young man, that he was still experiencing so many things for the first time, that these experiences would loom so large in his memory, for his whole life, all of it just served to increase my excitement even further. My dick was so hard, my balls were so primed, that I almost ached. Rational thought had temporarily ceased to exist.
My heart was beating like a drum when I finally placed the head of my cock at Beau's back door and pushed through. Although he was well-lubed, I still experienced a toe-curling tightness. I put my hands on his hard butt cheeks and spread them wider, trying to stretch him a little further open so that my invasion of his body wouldn't put him too much on the defensive, but I don't think that I needed to worry. Growling his approval, he raised his butt up higher, offering up as much of himself as he could muster, as much as I was willing to take. I took my time sliding in, savoring every millimeter of territory that I gained. His interior walls molded themselves around my cock, pushing back on my foreskin as I probed further, unsheathing my head for use as an instrument of deep exploration. By the time I was halfway in, Beau's head was rocking back and forth in ecstatic disbelief at the sensations he was experiencing. Seeking to calm himself, he clasped his hands behind his neck and just held on.
Finally, after a long and delicious march, I was completely buried. Leaning forward, I placed my lips in the small of his back to signal that we were together at the high water mark. I started to slowly withdraw, creating the emptiness that I was so intent on filling again and again. Pulling him up on all fours, I wrapped my arms around his torso and just lost myself in him and the union of our bodies. Once again, I was a young man of twenty, nineteen years earlier, experiencing the raw, male, life-affirming union of two strong bodies for the first time. Every stroke, every thrust, was in response to a clear message from that part of me deep inside that was most true, most real, most alive. Even if I could have ignored that message, it would have been wrong to do so. It would have meant denying my most profound essence.
In time I was ready to see Beau's face. After completely withdrawing from his butt, I turned him over on his back, jammed two pillows under his butt, pushed his legs back with my arms, and got into position. I was panting a little, and my cock was as hard as an iron spike and flushed a deep reddish-purple. It glistened with a mixture of lube and leaking precum. Beau reached up and ran his hands across my hairy pecs.
"Fuck me some more," he said softy.
Who was I to deny him? Bearing straight down from above, I sank deep inside of him, parting the waters to the promised land of our sex. As my teeth scraped across his darkly flushed chest, as my lips sucked at his erect nipples and their surrounding wisps of hair, as my belly ground against his pulsing organ, again and again in my mind's eye I could see my thrusting cock emerge into view, only to disappear once more like an arrow that passed into and through its target.
I reached into the hot, moist center of our bodies and grasped Beau's erection. "Let me know when you're going to cum," I hissed into his ear.
He didn't reply in any known language; only guttural, primitive sounds were available to him at that moment. His body made its message perfectly clear, though, as it bucked up against mine, trying to dissipate through kinetic action a nearly unbearable build-up of pure sexual energy. I was rubbing him raw in every hidden place, scratching every newly-awakened itch. It was only a matter of time before he surrendered to the feelings that none of us ever really learn how to control. I could feel his balls tightening up, I could sense his need, I could hear him grunt, all as I pumped into him for all I was worth.
"Oooooooh," he groaned, first closing his eyes and then opening them wide. I reared up, intent on seeing the fireworks. At the very instant he stepped over the line into that place of complete surrender, I tightened my grip, constricting the channel through which every drop of his cum would squirt. He had no choice now. Through my cock, I could feel his muscles contracting, deep inside his groin, building up the force necessary to spray his body with a flood of white, sticky juice. His eyes rolled back in his head as he rode that awesome wave, and he gulped air in deep drafts. It was an amazing sight, and I reacted to it in the only way that was possible. I joined him in that mysterious territory that we're only allowed to visit briefly, and to which we are always eager to return. In that instant, our lives became one. And then it passed. And I knew it had.
We lay there quietly for a bit, rocking up against each other, acutely aware of the fading afterglow of what we had just experienced. Despite the sheer joy I had just experienced, I felt a little sad. Perhaps Beau and I were unwittingly healing some hidden rift between our families, but deep down I knew that we would share only this instant in time, and our paths would then diverge. We would hopefully remain friends, and we would certainly loom large in each other's memories, but we were just at different places in our real lives, our true lives. I was somewhere in the muddled middle, and he was right at the beginning. That summer was an unreal time for me. It represented a break from the demons that I had to face, but which I temporarily did not have the strength to fight. I was on a vacation from my life, and I knew that it would eventually end. And Beau, meanwhile, well, he had to find the direction his life would take. He had to find the path that was his to walk.
"You know," I said, "we're going to have to clear out of here. Your grandfather might think to look for you, for us, here."
"I'm not going back to his house." Beau was defiant. "I'll stay at yours."
"I'm not sure that's such a good idea. He'll probably be looking for you wherever I am. Do you have a friend you could stay with, preferably someone not in Dumont?"
Beau thought for a moment. "All my friends from school are back home for the summer, so I'm not sure. I'd have to call around."
"Well, I'd rather not take any more time than we need to. Look, I do have an idea, but it might be crazy. I still have my apartment in New York, and it's sitting there empty. In theory you could go up there for a few weeks and let me find a way to deal with your grandfather. Does that sound completely crazy to you?"
Beau grinned from ear to ear. "Hell, no! That's the best idea I've ever heard you float, old man."
I sighed. "Now listen, Beau, I'm not so sure it is such a good idea. Have you ever been there?"
He shook his head. "No, but it's about time."
"Listen, you need to know that New York can eat people up and spit them out. You can't just trust people the way you can around here."
Beau snorted. "If you think you can trust folks around here, well, that just shows you've got a lot to learn. Would you ever trust my granddad, knowing what you know now?"
He had a point. But I was still worried about sending him up there alone. A few phone calls to my friends up in the city, however, convinced me that he would have enough babysitters (all of whom were sworn to keep their grubby paws off of him) that he would be able to manage. One last call to Delta Airlines, and everything was set. We would leave his car up at the cabin, and I would drive him to Atlanta before turning back to Dumont.
Later, watching him stride through the sliding glass doors of the terminal; watching him turn and wave, still smiling like, well, like a twenty-year-old who was going off on an adventure; watching him shift his focus away from me and towards points and people unknown; I missed him already. But I was happy, I was grateful, for what we had shared.