Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities. It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't like the subject matter, please leave now. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.
Furthermore, the country, the legislature and its members, the capitol and River City in a state whose strange name for some reason is Ohio, are complete figments of the author's imagination. All characters described herein are completely fictitious and are not intended to represent any living person.
Turning the Page 2001 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author. Write to Paul at authorpaul@hotmail.com.
CHAPTER 4
Gripping the handle with all his strength, he raised his head and swung his arm and the hammer, actually hitting Bryan on the side of his head. Solid. Bryan immediately crumpled to the floor.
Brian was amazed, he did it. He heard a groan from the floor. Jumping up, he stood over the fallen creep and saw him trying to get up. So, one more smash with the hammer on the other side of his head, one more groan and Bryan was way out!!
The young blond seemed in a daze, not thinking of what to do next. He had hit Bryan with the side of the hammer head, didn't cause any bleeding, just what will be a huge bruise.
Slowly, his blood pressure and tension eased and his brain took a couple of hiccups, starting to mesh some gears.
"Oh God, I've got to do something. If he wakes up, he'll really kill me."
Brainstorm! I've got to tie him up somehow. I don't think Mike will be home for a while, so it's up to me.
Fresh oxygen in the brain took over. Yes, the tool closet.
The slender blond ran across the room, pulled open the door, madly looking around for something he could use.
"Oh, man, this will do it." He picked up a whole roll of duct tape and hurried back to the unconscious man. He seemed to be breathing OK, so Brian sighed with relief that he hadn't murdered the creep. In some ways he wished he had.
Quickly, Brian pulled at his arms and legs until Bryan was stretched face down, legs together and arms behind his back. Picking at the duct tape to find the end, he began pulling the end out. First he wrapped a number of loops around the left ankle, then around both ankles together. He did the same thing to Bryan's wrists, securing them together behind his back. Bryan surveyed his handiwork, wondering what else he should do. He'd like to cover the snake's cock and balls with duct tape and have fun pulling it off.
He had an idea. Taking more duct tape, he wrapped a few times around both hands together and pulled off more tape toward his feet. He pulled the feet back toward his buttocks, bending the knees and then wound the other end of the tape around the ankles.
"There, that should hold the bastard."
He sat on the couch, abruptly stood when he realized he was naked. So was Bryan he noticed. He should do something, but ... what? The sound of a key in the front door lock shocked him into action, even though the 'action' was only a turn toward the door.
When the door didn't open with the key, Mike hollered, "Brian, could you open the door? I don't have my key for the dead lock."
At the sound of Mike's voice, Brian raced to the door, unbolted it and swung the door wide open.
"Oh, Mike, I'm so glad to see you." He clutched his lover with arms and legs of steel. He was all over Mike. He tried very hard, but couldn't help breaking into tears, "Mike, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Forgive me, please."
"What's the matter, love?" he asked. Then he noticed his young lover's face. "What happened to your face, honey?"
Brian tried to stop crying and sobbing, and pulled Mike into the room.
As Mike saw a body on the floor, he let go of Brian and got closer to it.
"Who is this, Brian? What's he doing here? Why is he all taped up, and pretty well, I might add?"
The young blond sniffled, wiped his eyes with the back of his wrists, still breathing roughly, spasmodically. He then realized what Mike has just noticed.
He giggled, then said, "Well, do those buttocks remind you of anyone?"
Mike turned to the 'body' and looked closely at the naked butt.
"I don't think so ... well, maybe ... damn they do look like my old friend, Bryan. But it couldn't be. Haven't seen him in a long time."
"You are right. That's old Bryan in the flesh. You didn't tell me he had a donkey dong. It's the biggest I've ever seen. Actually I haven't seen that many, but it is a lot bigger than you or me or Adam. Those are the only ones I've seen."
Mike stood, walked slowly to the naked Brian and took him in his arms, holding and caressing him tenderly. "I'm getting the impression that the situation here was not the way it should have been."
"Yes, it was not good. His whole purpose being here was to get revenge on you and fuck the hell out of me. I was damn lucky to escape."
They sat on the couch (Mike liked Brian naked anyway) while Brian told him all that had happened. How he'd hit Bryan and thought of the duct tape in the tool room.
"That son-of-a-bitchin' scum. He did threaten me long ago, but I'd thought he'd gotten over that. First, I want to put some ice on your face, baby, I don't want you marred at all. I suppose you'd better put some clothes on." He thought, "He is alive, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he's alive, but he doesn't deserve it. If he had fucked me with that log splitter, I'd be in serious trouble." He wrapped his arms around Mike's neck, kissing him gently and very passionately, "I love you so, and I was so scared that he would ruin me for your love."
Mike pulled Brian onto his lap, enveloping the young man with his arms and hands, pressing soft kisses on him everywhere he could reach. After a moment, he reached one hand to Brian's rear end, lightly fingering the wrinkled, red rose of his anus. "He didn't get into you, did he?"
"No, not at all. . That massive head was pushing at my hole when I realized I had to do something fast. That's when I conked him good ... twice. He started to get up after the first hit. That's why I hit him again. You suppose we should pour cold water on him? Hmm?"
"You know, if he were loose, neither of us would stand a chance. I think I better get out a weapon. I'd never kill him (except if he harmed you), but even he would think twice about a hole in his leg or shoulder."
They moved together to the bedroom where Brian put on some briefs, shorts and a t-shirt. He really wasn't himself yet, very shaky, and more than a bit shocked at his violence with Bryan. The young man had never used violence before, never in a fight, never beat up anyone. But he felt he did what he had to do to protect himself at the time. And he would do the same thing again.
In the kitchen Mike was putting cracked ice in two plastic zip bags for his lover's face. When Brian came out of the bedroom, Mike smiled, "I'd like you to take these to the bedroom and rest some, while I talk to Bryan. It will be civil, but I'll have the gun. He didn't have a weapon, did he?"
"No, I never saw one. Might be in his car probably down near the gate. Didn't you see it when you came in?"
Mike thought a minute, "No, I don't think so. He may have hidden it." He continued. "OK, Brian, I think you need to lie down a bunch. But I'll wake you up before I do anything drastic. OK?"
"OK." Mike smiled, "Don't worry, I'll never leave you again. I love you too much. And I'm so sorry Bryan scared you so badly. He sure has changed from the Bryan I knew. Now I think he was actually in love with me but didn't know how to tell me. Yeah, I suppose I'd have probably decked him back then. Ha! He wasn't such a powerhouse then. Now, wow, he looks like a professional wrestler, and just as ugly."
Mike led him onto his bed and pulled up a light blanket. "Keep the ice on as much as you can. The bruising shouldn't last very long."
He lightly kissed Brian's lips and was kissed in return.
Mike couldn't figure what to do about Bryan. First thing, he unlocked the small gun closet and pulled out a heavy pistol which was loaded. He'd only fired it at the range, never at a man or animal. But, as mad as he was with Bryan, he was sure he could shoot him.
Not having much sympathy with the hulk on the floor, Mike reached over and smacked his naked buttocks hard. And again, hard. Finally, he heard a low moan, then a clearing of a throat and a louder moan. And then.
"What the fuck! I'm tied up. Who's the fuckin' bastard did that?"
He tried to get loose, wriggling around on the floor.
Mike spoke up with an authoritarian tone, "I'm trying to decide if I will shoot you right there, or drag you outside so I don't mess up my house. What do you think would be best?"
Bryan couldn't see Mike from where he lay, but he immediately recognized the voice.
"Hey, Mike, how ya doin'? Ya know, that bastard kid you got living here, snuck up on me and clobbered me - knocked me out. Come on, undo me, will ya?"
"How could he do that when you had your donkey dong up his ass? That wouldn't be easy, would it?"
"Shit no, Mike, I wasn't doing anything to him. We was just talkin' and he up and hits me over the head. Twice."
Mike stood up and jammed his heavy shoe between Bryan's buttocks, hoping it hurt a lot, "You are a fucking liar, a sadistic monster and a piece of pond scum. Brian told me how it was and He ... Is ... Not .... A .... Liar! You know, I could easily shoot you right now, dump you in the lake and you would never be found."
He reached down and with all his strength turned the big man over onto his back. There was that old cock of Bryan's - so much bigger than when he was 14. At 14 he could have sucked it if he'd wanted to, but now there was no way to get it in his mouth.
"So, what do you say now, Bryan. Maybe I'll just cut your dick off, and balls too. Why not?" He rubbed his shoe around on Bryan's genitals, wanting to hurt him. But he was surprised to realize that the big cock was getting bigger, growing fast under his shoe. Damn, he's loving this. I'm doing this all wrong."
Mike walked back to the bedroom, "Brian, you awake?"
"Yeah"
"Did Bryan have much liquor to drink?"
"He was already pretty high when he came, and had most of a fifth of your rye whiskey."
"OK, thanks. Is the face feeling better?"
"Some, the ice is helping I think."
Mike leaned over and cuddled a moment, kissing him, caressing his buttocks and cupping his beloved sex organs.
"Must go, see you later"
"Mmmmm."
Back in the living room, Mike struggled to move Bryan against the wall, sitting on his bare butt, still well taped up. He had cut the tape which tied Bryan's hands to his feet. Finding the fifth of whiskey Brian had thrown, he checked its contents. He looked at Bryan's drooping eyes and offered the bottle to him.
"I'd like some, Mikey, I'm awful dry."
Moving over to sit beside Bryan, Mike put the bottle to his lips, letting a good measure pour in. The big man shuddered, then, "Could I have some more?"
"OK"
"How's your head, Bry, not too bad I hope." They both had reverted to the nicknames used 14 years ago, Mike noted to himself. Maybe I can talk to him now. I'll still keep the gun.
"Better," he said quietly. "I'm sorry about this , Mikey, I didn't mean to hurt him, just wanted to shake you up."
"I know, Bry," he smiled, "I really don't want to hurt you either. But I still have to protect myself and my partner".
"You love him?"
"Yes, very much. I'd give my life for him."
"Mikey?"
"Yes, Bry?"
"I loved you that much, back then. I loved you so much, I was in so much pain, because I knew you didn't love me. And never would. As a jack-off 'brother', I was all right, but not as a lover."
Mike paused, trying to decide how to respond to his confession.
"Bry, I didn't know what love was yet. The only thing I knew was if I sucked your dick, then I was 'gay', and that I just couldn't be. I was so scared. Now, thinking back, I wish I could have helped you, but I simply was not able to help myself, let alone you."
"Do you understand me, my old friend?"
Bryan nodded to the bottle and was given another swig.
"I'm trying to, Mikey, but it is hard. I loved you, a boy, and now you love a man - a beautiful one, by the way - when did you change?"
"Only this year did I discover my own truth, another man. I believe it was meant to be, and I really think you knew that, didn't you? I sure didn't."
"Who can say if I knew, but probably that's why I went for you. But now I see you weren't ready. I'm sorry to have messed things up so badly." Bryan's eyes dimmed and became awash with tears. "Can you ever forgive me?"
Mike looked into the eyes of his old friend, placed his palm against the man's cheek, slowly leaning in to caress his lips with his own. He did this and smiled toward Bryan.
"Oh, Mikey, I'm sorry, but I'm still crazy in love with you." More tears flowed down his cheeks, quiet sobs in his throat.
Now Mike was feeling so sorry for this old friend of his. He must have had a very difficult life to reach this stage. He wanted to help if he could.
"Excuse me a minute" Mike stood up and crept into the bedroom where he checked whether Brian was asleep. He was, no question. Mike carefully closed the bedroom door.
"Mikey, how about untaping me? Please?"
"In a few minutes, Bry, we have some business first. I am going to do something for you, old buddy, that I probably shouldn't, but will anyway. I need some answers first."
Bryan questioned Mike with his eyes, but nodded OK.
"Have you been tested recently?"
"Have I ... uh ... oh, you mean STDS and HIV, right? Mikey I haven't been with many men, not many at all. And only one in the last year who I know is clean. Even so I am tested every three months, and as of last week I was clean, too. Haven't been with anyone since the test. My 'friend' took off for greener pastures - that means a younger guy."
"Good. I'm sorry, not that your guy took off. I'm sure you'll find someone else. You sure look great." He smiled again at Bryan who had stopped the flow of tears. "When you smile like I remember from long ago, you have a terribly winning smile."
Bryan couldn't help smiling at Mike, the best smile he could produce.
Mike ran his hand down Bryan's t-shirt, as if pressing it, until he reached where it ran out of material. Here he was, on top of the big man's pubic hair, just as colorful as before, a deeper red that on his head. Below that lay a monstrous cock, just beginning to grow again, pushing against Mike's hand until it rose to 10 inches straight up, and thick, so thick. Almost as big as Mike's forearm it was a straight shaft with a bulbous, helmet-shaped head on it, bulging and deep red.
Mike leaned over.
"Oh, Mikey, what are you doing?"
He didn't speak, but his tongue was dancing circles on the head and easily into the small mouth on the tip. Mike knew he couldn't deep throat Bry's dick, but he'd do as much as he could.
He drooled saliva on the steel-like penis, put as much as he could into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the part in his mouth. Slowly, Mike took more into his mouth until the dick thumped against his throat. But it was much too thick to go any farther.
Mike began pulling and pushing Bry's cock in his mouth, sucking and licked as best he could with the thickness of it, until Bryan began moaning out loud.
"Shh, Bryan, I don't want my lover to hear this. OK?"
"I'll try, Mikey, but I'm close."
"Good."
Moving his head up and down for a few seconds brought Bryan to a resounding, prodigious climax, his cock pounding, pulsing, shooting at least five or six full shots of hot, white semen into Mike's throat. Mike kept trying to stimulate the prick more, but finally Bryan had to have him stop, it was too painful.
As he moved up toward Bry's face, Mike put their lips together and pushed his tongue full of Bry's semen into his mouth where the tongues tangled and slowly receded.
By that time Bryan was sobbing again, tears pouring down his face, and he could hardly speak.
"Mikey, I know you don't love me, but I will remember that forever and raise prayers every day for you and your lover. Thanks so much, I'm overcome with your generosity and, yes, and love. There must be some of that. You have just created an impossible ideal for a lover, you realize I may never find anyone now. I still love you more than anything." He bowed his head, his sobbing slowed and his body calmed.
Mike felt then that he could untape the man, and let him go home. He didn't worry about him coming back to bother them.
"Bry, bend forward and I'll free your hands."
After cutting the tape of Bryan's hands, Mike also cut his feet apart and helped him up on his feet.
"How about a good hug, Bry." Mike held out his arms. Their bodies fit together, arms around and tight, their left cheeks pressed, warm flesh touching. Mike couldn't resist moving his hands lower to squeeze his mighty fine buttocks.
"I think you better get some clothes on, before you go, Bry," Mike chuckled, patting his bottom. "I don't mind, but some people in the city are so touchy."
"You are right, Mikey, I wouldn't want to be swamped by all those guys so hot for my body," he grinned, but then sobered, "Again, I'm sorry, Mikey, but I'll remember your kindness forever."
He gripped Mike and embraced him tightly, giving a quick kiss. After he found his clothes and dressed, he held out his hand to Mike and they locked hands, holding for a minute at least.
"Goodbye, Mikey"
"Goodbye, Bry, take care. We'll see you."
Mike walked out on the porch to watch his old friend move slowly down the drive toward his car a mile away, hidden near the main road
"Goodbye, old friend. I hope you will find love and finally be happy."
It was a coldish night, the moon shone on the lake water, little ripples from a light breeze. Mike shivered and went back into the house, double locking the door and checking all the windows. He thought they should be safe now. Then he happened to notice that Bryan had taken the whiskey bottle with him. Not much left in it, he thought, ok with me.
In the bedroom Mike quietly removed his clothes, hung them up and started to get into his bed.
"Mike, why don't you sleep with me. I need you, too, you know."
Mike looked at Brian's body in the dim light, stretched along his bed, he said, "Sorry, love, I thought you were asleep. Of course I'll sleep with you."
He padded to his lover's bed, slid next to Brian's naked body and spooned the young man, arms around him and his soft penis gently pushed between his buttocks. They lay in silence for a few minutes.
Then Brian spoke quietly, "You sucked him off, didn't you."
Mike sat up abruptly, "How did you know that?"
"I heard you talking softly to him and decided you would be the kind of person who would make him feel very good about himself. How was it?"
Mike lay down, spooning again. "Damn near broke my jaw - that bone of his was a monster. Yes, I felt it wouldn't hurt me, and might help him a lot if I finally performed the act he desired most. Even though it was 14 years too late."
Brian smiled, "You are too good, Mikey. Too good for me. I'll never live up to your example, but .... I will try."
Rubbing his hand over Brian's chest and abdominal muscles, "In my eyes you are my equal in every way, and better in some. And that's the truth (mimicking Lily Tomlin)."
Brian giggled, then sobered quietly. "There's something I forgot to tell you, Mikey, about Bryan. While he was threatening me, he threatened you, too."
"How was that? You mean physically?," Mike questioned, pulling Brian's slim body closer to his.
"No, he said he would spread the word around your district that you were gay and living with a minor, having sex too. He did see us on the boat this afternoon, after we stripped and before we went into the cabin."
Mike was dismayed to hear that news. He hoped he had calmed Bryan down enough that he would not cause him harm. "Brian, that isn't good news. I don't know if he really would do it, but it is possible."
Forcefully, he turned the young blond on his left side, facing him, and kissed him fiercely, grabbing his melon buttocks tight with both hands, pulling their groins harder together.
He moved his lips back a bit, "Brian, no matter what happens with that man, whether or not I'm exposed, I will never leave you, never let you leave me. Is that understood?"
Brian put his hands on either side of Mike's head, kissing his slim lips, "Of course, my love, and I would never leave you, ever. How could I leave half of myself without succumbing. Remember, I'm yours and you are mine! And that's the truth, too."
"Oh Brian, I love you so much, you are my heart and soul and much of my being, too. We'll just have to see what tomorrow brings." He gave a squeeze, "Let's get to sleep now so we can think in the morning. I love you."
Brian rubbed Mike's back and buttocks, tenderly and lovingly. "And I love you too, more than you can imagine, I think. Good night."
"Good night, my lover man."
Mike woke slowly, not really wanting to have to open his eyes. He felt so good, Brian's nakedness against his own, warm and contented, yet singularly nervous in anticipation. There he remembered. Today was the day - he would have Brian's virgin love channel for himself.
Carefully, he extricated his body from Brian's body and his reaching arms and legs, heading for the shower. It occurred to him that as soon as possible he must have the shower enlarged. The present one completely precluded two persons showering together. Mike enjoyed that so much with his occasional female friend, how much greater would the sensations be with his acknowledged lover and passionate mate. Must make a note of that, he promised.
Mike tried very hard not to arouse himself too much. He wanted everything to be proper and right, so Brian can have the most exciting and sensational experience of his young life. He wasn't at all sure of himself as a "cherry-buster", but he figured if he went slowly and carefully, treated Brian with respect and love, he could make it that type of sensation.
Setting the shower temperature, Mike climbed in and rinsed all over, including his hair. After rubbing the soap on his wash cloth, he began scrubbing his whole body; shoulders, arms and chest; then legs and feet, finally his buttocks and anus. Want to get that really clean, Mike thought, Brian might want to nose around in there. He soaped and rinsed his partially erected cock, quickly so as not to raise his passions and higher. He was pleased with his body, not heavy, but not skinny. Finally, Mike soaped and rinsed then soaped and rinsed again his hair. He never thought he was handsome, even though some girlfriends did. And of course Brian thinks so, or so he's said. Regular features, slender pointed nose, brown eyes, wide mouth with thin lips and slightly aggressive chin. Very fine looking.
Having dried himself, Mike opened a cupboard next to the lavatory, pulled out a rubber bag, hose and nozzle. These he placed on the counter of the lavatory. He went back into the bedroom, and leaned over the bed, watching Brian sleep quietly, looking so beautiful. Mike thought, now HE is beautiful - more than handsome - he is gorgeous. Can't help it. He leaned over and kissed Brian on the forehead, softly and tenderly, then on the lips.
The young blond stirred, stretching his limbs, slowly opening his eyes.
"Oh, hi, Mikey. Is it time to get up?"
Mike answered gently, "Yes, but you have stuff to do first. I just had my shower, and I'd like you to shower, too, and wash everywhere very carefully, especially your rear end." At that last bit, Brian's blue eyes lit up, drilling into Mike's brown ones, and he smiled craftily.
"Does that mean that this is the day, Mikey?"
"Yes, son, that is what it means. Think you can handle it?"
Brian positively glowed, radiating joy and pleasure, "I sure can." He practically bounced on the bed, ready to start.
"In that respect I would like you to try to have a bowel movement or give yourself an enema." Mike , "If you can do that, fine, if not, I'll be glad to help". He smiled avidly.
Brian thought to himself, 'I used to have problems with constipation and had to learn how to do the enema or blow up. Adam wasn't with me then and my mother had already passed on. So, it was me or extinction.', he giggled inwardly. Then he became solemn.
He spoke to Mike, "No, Mike, I've never given myself an enema," he lied, "I think I'll probably need some help," he pleaded, looking gloomy.
His lover laughed, "OK, Brian, I'll be glad to help. Let's go!"
Grabbing each other around the waist, the two men walked to the bathroom quickly. Brian was eager to say the least. Mike gave Brian a quick smack on the butt.
"Ok, love, get down on your left side and go into a fetal curl. I'm going to put warm water into this rubber bag, then insert the nozzle into your asshole and release the water into your colon. You need to try to hold the water in as long as you can in order to make this work. At some point you just won't be able to hold it any longer, then you can sit on the toilet and let 'er rip. You may feel down cramping down there, but that should pass. OK?"
While speaking, Mike had filled the bag and greased up the nozzle. He knelt beside Brian, reaching to his buttocks, caressing them lovingly.
Brian spoke testily, "Mike, no playing around now. Let's get this show on the road." His words weren't anger, just eager.
Mike leaned over, parted Brian's cheeks, locating the rosy little flower of his anus. An easy jab with the nozzle and it was in place. He released the stopper and warm water began to flow into Brian's innards. He received almost all of the water, then sent a worried question.
"Mikey, I don't think I can hold any more. Isn't that enough." He sounded concerned, anxious about his rear end.
Mike felt the bag and decided that was enough. "Ok, Brian that's it," and he stopped the water. "Now, hold it as long as you can. A little dribbling on the floor won't hurt anything."
The older man put the paraphernalia in the sink, sitting down beside his young lover. He slowly rubbed Brian's back and abdomen, trying to calm his friend. The devoted pair stayed quiet, hold hands while Mike comforted with his other hand.
Brian cried, "Help me up, Mikey, I gotta go, now!"
They got Brian seated on the toilet just before the explosion, as he stayed to finish the procedure.
Mike directed then, "Brian stand and get in the shower when I have the water at a good temperature. Wash everything, including your hair, and especially your rear end. We want that as clean as it possibly can be."
The young man smiled, the blue eyes dazzling, regular white teeth brilliant between the deep crimson lips. "Here I go.!"
While he was showering, Mike checked in the toilet bowl, and decreed that it was a very successful operation. After Brian finished, he would flush it.
Mike's dark hair contrasted neatly with the white of the pillow case on his bed, lying there relaxed, waiting for Brian to finish drying himself.
He honestly couldn't believe how beautiful Brian was, slowly walking toward the bed. The whole naked body, the defined muscles and well- proportioned legs and arms attracted Mike so strongly he could hardly stay on the bed. The young man's cock, scrotum and balls, swayed back and forth as he walked and his full thighs moved them.
Brian carefully lay on top of Mike, snuggling closer to his lover, caressing him with grateful hands, waiting patiently for the older man to initiate their coming together. Each of them noticed soon that their cocks pressed against each other and were fast becoming hard as rocks. Mike held Brian's head, placing gentle kisses all over his face; eyes, nose, cheeks, lips and chin. When he was able, Brian returned the gesture.
"Mikey, I love you beyond belief. You keep me on the edge of passion, the brink of such excitement I can barely control myself. Mikey, please make love to me, I desperately need your body inside mine. Please!"
"Of course, dear heart, you are my pride and my joy forever. Let's flip over with you on the bottom."
After they switched, Mike began to give his adoration to Brian's body, everywhere. Kisses and caresses are everywhere, love organs and chest, nipples and pubic hair. He tongued much of his flesh, even into his belly button. Mike followed the muscular curves of hips and abdomen, down the thighs and calves, even sucking on a toe or two.
"Lift your legs, sweetie," Mike said, pushing Brian's knees up near his ears, thighs resting on his chest. This move exposed the blond's velvet hole completely to Mike's view; open and ready to receive Mike's gift.
The older man sucked on Brian's steely erection and blushing head just a bit, then taking his balls into his mouth, sucked on them in the damp warmth. Licking under the cock and over the balls, he followed the sex trail through the perineum toward his anus. The tongue lightly flicked over the sensitive skin, lathering that area with saliva; slick, smooth and warm.
Mike had never licked anyone's asshole, but before long, Mike had his tongue aimed directly into Brian's asshole, curling around it, then right into the center. Brian was moaning loudly, barely enduring the teasing of his sexual being and love center. His body was so warm, radiating the heat of passion to Mike's flesh.
"Mike, Mike, do it now. I can't take anymore. You are making me so sex crazy so I can't breathe well. Let's do it now, please! Fuck me now!"
Mike gave Brian's asshole one last lick and kiss, then brought himself up to lay beside his lover. "Dear Brian, I'm not going to 'fuck' you ever. I'm going to make wonderful, passionate love to you through your passion core."
"I want to make this love of ours to succeed well , and be very, very good for you. I will lay on my back on the bed, and you will position yourself on your knees over my pelvis. After we get well lubricated, you can lower your butt over my dick. This way, you will take it at your own rate."
Mike got up, turned to his bedside table and pulled a condom and KY tube out of the drawer. Brian saw this and complained.
"Mike, you have never loved this way except with me, and I have never loved this way ever. Please, no condom," he begged, " please." Brian's eyes watered slightly in his look in Mike's eyes, pleading with him.
The older man considered the options, and decided to go along with Brian's suggestion. However, they would have to consider regularly scheduled tests, even if they never have a different partner.
"Love, put your knees in my armpits and lean forward." Brian did than, allowing Mike to suck his cock into his mouth, warming up the young man's hard tool, so silky yet so steely.
"Not much, Mikey, I could easily shoot suddenly."
"OK, Brian, I just love holding your weapon in my mouth. Hand me the KY tube from the table. OK, good. I'm going to lubricate your hole and help it to dilate, spread wide to accept my cock. I'm not that big, but a lot bigger than you have had between your sphincter muscles. Reach behind and spread your cheeks as wide open as you can. Now, move back down, and center your butt over your favorite love rod."
He did and when Mike held his hips and gradually lowered his loverman's velvet rose opening onto it, Brian felt the spongy, slick head pushing against his sacred, most private body part.
"Mikey, I'm afraid .... I'm not as brave as you are. "
His muscles were tense, his body slightly shaking. His hands on Mike's shoulders gripped tightly, clenching almost spastically.
Mike consoled him, "Brian, if any of this gets to be too much, just lift up and you are off. A few things though first .... try to relax as much as you can back there, make like you are trying to take a shit. You won't mess anything since you had the enema."
Brian tried to relax, and moved lower, pushing himself further until he had the cockhead mostly into his anus, spreading the sphincter muscles. He gasped, but there was no pain.
"That's it, love, just a little more and I'll be inside - my target of desire."
Mike's cock was as stiff as it had ever been, pulsing and throbbing like it was near sexual explosion.
Brian gave a big sigh and calmed down a bit, "Mikey .... is's in, you're inside my butt - I can't believe it. It's wonderful - it doesn't hurt at all."
"Well, Brian, you have about six inches to go, you know." He laughed gently, his cock being squeezed by the tightness of the asshole. Mike's big problem was to keep from exploding and showering Brian's slippery, scalding hot rectum with his love juice too soon.
Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, the young blond sank onto the rock hard pillar, sweat pouring from his brow and chest, until at last his buttocks rested on Mike's groin. He felt extremely full, bloated with the torrid, steely shaft in the center of his being, his eyes watering slightly as he look into Mike's eyes, seeing the depth of his devotion and affection for him.
"Mikey," Brian spoke softly and breathy, "Mikey, do you feel it, I did it, didn't I?"
"Yes, Brian, we are now one body together, my love, never to be separated. I am so proud of you, and so damn hot - I may blast at any moment. Lay down and give me a kiss, and then I'll roll us over so you are on your back."
The younger man slowly lay down on his lover, keeping the cock in his ass with a tight sphincter grip, adjusted his legs and lay completely on top of Mike. They kissed passionately and lustily, tongues and lips spreading each other's saliva between their mouths, grasping, caressing each other's naked flesh.
"OK, my love, here goes!" Mike uses his greater strength to force their bodies over so Mike lay on top. "Brian, you have given me your virginity and I am immensely and humbly appreciative of your gift. Now, we will make love for the first time. Be sure to let me know if you have pain, I'll slow down."
Mike lifted Brian's legs, pushing them over the blond, against his chest, getting to his knees before his beautiful ass, slowly pulling out his torrid cock until only the bulging, fiery red head remained inside.
"Here we go, lover, here comes the dick of my heart."
As Mike pushed his cock all the way in again, Brian showed his love and excitement to his lover, "Come on Mikey, give it to me hard. It doesn't hurt at all - you are pumping up my passion, my ecstacy, my deep soul center."
At that point Mike was trying to hit Brian's prostate, to give him the most excitement and the most fireworks in his hot-wired body. He started going faster and pushing harder into Brian's love hole, his body tensing up all over, his pelvis thrusting in and out in an almost machine-like rhythm.
"Brian, I'm almost there," he said breathlessly, "I'm going to come, now", he threw the words to his love.
Brian yelled, "Cum on, Mikey, take me with you." His cock was so turgid and inflated with blood and passion, it glowed with the burning heat of his pleasure. Suddenly Brian started moaning, groaning, "I'm coming too, I haven't even touched my cock, and here it is." His cock exploded, shooting streams of cum, the first over him to land on the headboard of the bed. The rest gushed over his chest. Just the large cock in his ass, pounding his butt and sending him messages of love and devotion had forced his ejaculation.
Mike groaned himself, just as he spurted deep inside, convulsing in his own pleasure and the delight of his life's partner. He swelled inside of Brian's rectum, disgorging the glorious juice throughout his insides. He fell over Brian, keeping his cock inside, but holding Brian tightly.
The two men lay exhausted, spent, on their sides clutching each other tightly, trading kisses with hot, soft lips, sucking tongues, loving their mates.
Mike caressed Brian's buttocks gently, "Are you all right back here, my love. I hope it didn't hurt too much."
Brian grinned, pushing his pelvis against Mike's, feeling the two soft cocks pressed between their abdomens.
"Mikey, my mate, it really didn't hurt. When you first pushed in, I wondered where you got that log you were shoving into me. But almost immediately the pain left and my pleasure returned. I want to do it again." He paused, "Well, maybe wait a little while," he laughed at himself.
"Roll over, Brian, I want to check your anus out, make sure we didn't hurt you," Mike asked.
Turning on his belly, Brian presented Mike with his gorgeous ass and burning buttocks. Mike carefully held his cheeks and spread them tenderly, trying to see. The red pucker was redder than normal, and the area around it was also darker, deep red. He grabbed the tube of KY and anointed his first finger.
"Now Brian, tell me if this hurts at all. I just want to examine your hole on the inside. OK?"
"Sure, Mikey, my body is all yours, head to bottom."
Mike cautiously inserted his finger, shoving it as far as he could, feeling the fantastic heat of Brian's inner substance. He even tried to reach the prostate but was out of position to do so.
Brian told him, "Mikey, it feels just a little sore, but mainly just fine. I now know what we'll be doing most of our time in bed," he grinned wickedly.
Mike gave his a slap on his beautiful butt. "Ok, let's get cleaned up a bit. That enema was the best - we are hardly messy at all. Before breakfast we'll jog up to the main road. That's where the mail box is and we can check it out."
Brian scrambled to his feet, heading for the shower. Mike followed, washing himself after his lover finished. After putting on jogging shoes and light nylon running shorts, they left the cabin, soon trotting in time and pacing each other. Their bare chests feeling alive in the cool morning air.
Within 15 minutes (they weren't racing) the two men reached the end of Mike's driveway at the main road. Mike bent to look into the mailbox, then stuck his hand in to withdraw a piece of folded white paper, not an envelope.
"Wonder what this is?" Mike commented. He opened the sheet, looking closely at the pencil writing on it. "I can hardly read this scribble, I think Bryan wrote this when he left last night."
Dear Mikey,
I'm sorry I acted like I did with your Brian. I really didn't know who he was, but thought I could get back at you, and I don't know why now. I'm so sorry that I gave him a scare. I guess I deserved a hit in the head, maybe a couple of them, not too sure.
Mikey, I've loved you all these years, no one else has ever interested me. Sometimes I wish we could have stayed together, you and me, but I knew you would be going places where I wouldn't fit. And you weren't ready then to be partners. So, I thought about you and hoped you would do well.
I was drinking yesterday - that's a lot of my problem - and worked myself up to get revenge. Seeing you two so beautiful and naked out on the boat, I lost my head. I am sorry and will regret that forever. I thanks you so much for your kindness tonight, you are the best.
I wanted to say goodbye and wish you and Brian the best life together for many, many years. I know we will meet again.
God bless both of you,
My Love Always
Bryan
Even though he tried to hold them, Mike's eyes were flooded with tears that soon traced down his face. Brian watched him, not completely understanding, but wanting to console him. He wrapped his arms around his lover who lay his head on the blond's shoulder and sobbed frantically, his breathing spasmodic and tortured.
"Mikey, it's OK. He'll be all right. If you want, we could see him some before we go back to Washington."
Mike gradually controlled his sobbing, breathed more calmly. He straightened up and his eyes pierced Brian's, trying to read deeply into his inner self.
"That's good of you, Brian. I think I'd like to do that. I also think that Bryan needs help that maybe we can give him," he paused, then, "he meant a lot to me when we were young, and who knows, if circumstances had been more favorable, he and I might have worked out as partners. He is basically a good guy, a little rough around the edges, but OK. I could really picture myself back when I was 14 and he was my best friend. I'm so sorry it worked out this way."
Brian smiled and nodded. "Let's get back to the cabin. I am starving, my hero, I've had too much exercise before breakfast. Not used to that."
Putting an arm around Brian's waist, Mike started trotting back home and Brian had to trop too or be left in the dust.
After a large breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes and good strong coffee, the lovers sat on the porch swing, holding each other and watching the sun sparkling on the miniature wave in the clear blue water. Brian's hand ran up and down Mike's thigh, enjoying the sensation of the curly, dark hair and the solid muscles underneath. On an impulse Brian kissed Mike's left cheek, then got silly and licked it from chin to eyebrow.
"Oh, ugh, now I need another shower," Mike exclaimed, laughing.
"Speaking of shower, Mike, when are you going to get the shower enlarged, huh? We need that more than anything, I think."
"Ok, I'll call a friend who is a contractor and does small jobs." He looked into Brian's sympathetic blue eyes, "Save my spot here, OK?"
"Yepper, boss." He giggled.
Mike walked into the living room just as the phone rang.
"Hello," he said.
"Yes, this is Michael Keith. How can I help you?"
Mike was very quiet then, contributing a 'yes' or 'no' occasionally to the conversation.
"Do you know any of the details? Day or time?"
"I see, will you call me back when you know anything?"
"Yes, goodbye."
Brian had heard Mike's side of the conversation, but when he hadn't heard any more for at least five minutes, he got up, went into the living room, and found Mike, lying on the couch. He seemed to be staring out of the window to the woods and lake. He seemed catatonic to Brian.
"Mikey, Mikey, what is it?" He shook Mike's shoulder, but no response. "Mike, please, come back, what was that call?"
Slowly Mike turned his head to look at Brian.
"That was a state highway patrol friend of mine who knew that Bryan was a friend of mine. Bryan was killed late last night when his car ran into a bridge abutment at a very fast speed." He shivered and grabbed Brian to pull him down on his lap. "I have the awful feeling, Brian, that he killed himself. He just couldn't handle everything any more. And I'm feeling somewhat responsible for his suicide. The patrolman said it would be just termed an accident in respect to his family. His parents still live in River City. I agreed with that plan."
Brian folded his arm around Mike's neck, nuzzling and murmuring soothing sounds. "Mikey, think of the letter he left us. I think he was happy like he hadn't been in a long time. You were very nice to him, you know. You gave him what he'd always wanted. Maybe he didn't think it could get any better."
Mike embraced his lover tightly, "I am so happy to have you, my love, I would be completely lost without you. I never realized what was missing in my life and I have you to thank for awakening my love and my inspiration. I think you are probably right about Bryan, he realized what he couldn't have and didn't want to deal with it any longer. I'm so sorry for him and wish I had at least tried to help him. I hope he rests easily and peacefully in his long sleep."
They spent nearly two hours on that couch, holding each other, consoling each other while they recovered from the shock. Their bodies blended together so naturally there was no question about their bonding as friends, lovers and partners.
Bryan's funeral was on Saturday, a graveside funeral with very few people there. Bryan's parents and brother, some of his friends from high school, male and female, and Mike and Brian. Mike thought everyone there knew that it wasn't an accident. Bryan had been loaded, but not that drunk. He spoke to everyone after the service and lowering of the casket, introducing Brian as a campaign worker. But Mike never said a word about his reelection coming up in November, that would have been completely out of place and in very poor taste.
Brian had called Adam in Washington two days before, reminding him that their vacation was over and they would drive back on Sunday. Adam asked Brian if he was a 'real' man now, phrasing it so the young man would know exactly what he meant.
Brian giggled (he must get over that, he thought), "Yes, Adam, I am no longer a virgin, and you were right - it was the ultimate passion and went so perfectly. Of course Mike is a magnificent lover, and a real keeper."
Adam laughed, "I'm so glad, Brian, and aren't you glad you waited for your perfect love?"
"Yes, Adam, I certainly am. That means too much to just throw away."
The day after the funeral, Mike and Brian got the Mustang loaded with gas and suitcases, closed the cabin until they could get back. Mike's caretakers were notified and would watch the cabin and the lake and grounds.
At the end of a long, tough day of driving straight through the two men drove into the long curved driveway at Brian's father's mansion. They hardly got out when Adam appeared at the door. He looked very somber, but did smile a bit at them.
"You two look as if you ate a whole bushel of canaries. I take it that you had a great vacation are all ready to go back to work.."
Brian rushed to Adam to give him a big hug, trying to lift him off the ground, but failing.
"Young master, I think you got more than fucked, you got the loving of your life."
Brian blushed, "Come on, Adam, you are embarrassing me."
Mike, standing in the background, said, "Brian, you know that Adam is right and for your information, Adam, I got the loving of my life too. Even more, we were both virgins, but no more!" He laughed joyously and thrilled.
Adam broke in, quietly, "Brian, let's get your things into the house. There is something I have to tell you." He started to turn, "Oh, and you too Michael, his business is your business now, right?"
Mike nodded, "I certainly hope so, Adam. I'm here with him and for him, forever." He gave Brian a adoring and loving look, and it was returned.
In the huge living room of the mansion Brian stood by the mammoth fireplace, unlit in the warmth of the day. Mike stood apart on his left and Adam leaned against the antique desk on Brian's right.
Adam finally spoke, "Brian I have some bad news for you. This happened last night. I knew you would be coming home today and could see no reason to relay the news before you got here." He paused, "You might want to sit down."
Brian looked askance at Adam, then alarmingly at Mike. "No, go ahead Adam. It's all right. It must be about my dad, right?"
"Yes, Brian, your father was in a plane crash in France yesterday and he was killed. I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, my good friend."
Brian's face turned ashen, he looked panicked and just plain scared. He just found out that the last of his family was gone. What can he do? He first looked at Adam, then at Mike, then back at Adam.
"Brian," Adam consoled, looking directly into Brian's eyes, "you should go to Mike, he's your man from now on."
Quickly, Brian headed for Mike who met him halfway, clutching each other in a deep embrace of best friends and lovers.
"Brian, I'll help you and we'll get through this. OK?"
"Sure, Mike, I can do it with your help. Stay by me, please?"
"Of course."
Mike noted that Brian hadn't seemed sorrowful, hadn't cried or gave any indication that he might.
Adam spoke up then, to both of them. "Mike, don't be confused by Brian's reaction. He and his father were not close. Brian was raised by his mother . . . and me, for better or worse. He rarely saw his father, and if he did, the meeting usually consisted of grade reports from school and commenting on his deficiencies, such as there were, usually none, though he tried to find some.. I tried to step in when I could and hope that I made a difference."
Brian let go of Mike and almost ran to Adam, holding him as he had Mike. "Adam, you were my only hope, you gave me everything to live for. You wouldn't know, but after mother died, I tried to kill myself."
"Of course I knew, you little turkey, who do you think hid most of your mother's pills that you had been saving and substituting harmless sugar pills. I never would have let you do that. I knew everything about you, young man. I may be your servant, but l love you too. I knew every time you spied on me, especially whenever my other young friend came to pay me a visit. And, young sir, I knew exactly when you jacked off for the first time."
Mike had been quietly snickering on the other side of the room, sort of giggling at Brian's expense. "I think he's got you, Brian, I think you better hang onto him with all your strength and might. You will certainly need him in the future."
Brian's face had turned beet red during the previous conversations.
"Hey, you guys, you're picking on a guy when he's down. No fair."
His face adopted a serious aspect, "First, I need help, from both of you. I need someone to tell me what happens now that I'm an orphan."
Mike remembered his lawyerese training. "Brian, I assume you do inherit all of your father's estate. You are eighteen and of legal age. Adam, do you know of his father's wishes. Is there a will?"
Adam turned around, sat at the desk while searching a drawer, finally coming up with the thick document which he placed on the desktop.
"As I remember this will, everything goes to Brian. Some parts will be withheld until he is 25, but even so, he will be a very wealthy man He also inherits quite a bit of money which his mother left to him, under the control of his father."
He walked to the center of the room, beckoning for the other two men to meet him. As they walked toward him, he stuck out both of his hands, reaching for a hand of each man. They clasped hands, then Adam nodded toward their other hands. They finally figured out they were meant to complete the circle by grasping their other hands.
Adam led their thoughts, "We pledge to help and support the man we love, Brian Stuart Whitlow, every way we can. And he better be damned grateful!" He started laughing spiritedly, so much so the other two joined in. They laughed and laughed, unable to stop, laughing until the tears began to roll. In a moment though the two older men realized that Brian wasn't laughing any longer, he was crying almost hysterically.
Mike embraced him, "It's OK, Brian, let it go, let it go." He was caressing him, hands all over his back, kissing his wet cheeks, then finally his gaping mouth. Shortly, Brian responded to Mike's advances, hugging him, kissing back.
Brian broke away at little, "Mike, won't you please stay with me tonight. I need you so much. Please?"
"Of course I will. I'll get my bag, lock up the car and be right back."
Adam had fixed a light supper to have ready when they arrived. All three enjoyed the repast and sat at the table after.
Adam had some questions. "I don't know if you two have thought this far ahead, but have you considered what will happen when the knowledge of your relationship becomes known. You know, some of the Washington gossips probably already have you married. You know?"
Mike mused a bit, "Yes, Adam, I have already been considering that. As far as I know, none of the gay congressmen have a lover whom they are brandishing before the public. If they have one, he is being kept way in the background.
Brian blurted, "Mike, I will happily stay in the background if you need that. Just so you don't leave me." His mouth turned down into a gloomy mode, maybe even his lower lip wibbled a bit.
Mike quickly broke in, "Brian, believe me, I'll leave Congress before I would leave you. I love being a Congressman, but you are more important than any job. Honey, I have a good bit of money, and I really wouldn't have to work. Thanks to good old uncle Casper."
"I'm sorry I got too far afield. I'd still want you to be a Representative. Why don't we try it out .... see what happens during your election campaign. If they won't take a great gay congressman, we'll tell them to shove it."
"Yes, Brian, we could do that, but I probably wouldn't be reelected. Let's not rush into something where we don't have to. You have to finish high school and then college. And somehow I have to keep hold of you while you do those 5 years. I don't want to lose you either."
Brian rose and kissed Mike on the lips, "You won't lose me, you are stuck, stuck, stuck with me. Adam knows me pretty well, ah .... very well, and he knows I mean what I say."
"Brian, sit down, please. You have Adam here witnessing everything that goes on, and I ask him to particularly pay attention to this." He mused a moment, "I know this may seem quite premature, but I need to do this and hope you can understand."
Mike knelt in front of Brian's chair and held one of his hands in his own. "Brian Stuart Whitlow, I love you, I need you, and I want to have you as my own. Will you marry me?"
Adam's eyes bugged out, Brian drew a gasping breath, held it for a moment, "Yes, Michael Andrew Keith, I love you, I need you, and I want to have you as my own. I will marry you whenever you say." He smiled at his lover, bent to kiss him and his eyes were awash with tears. Mike had his eyes full too, starting to drip down his face.
"You guys wait right there," Adam ordered the two lovers. He headed for the refrigerator, opened it and withdrew a large bottle of champagne. He popped the cork, brought out three champagne glasses. Offering one to each of them and one to himself, he poured three glasses full of the sparkling beverage.
"A toast. Brian, you are like my own son, and Michael, you are like my best friend already, and I want to wish you both a wonderful marriage and romantic, passionate and lively married life together. So drink!" Adam raised his glass to them.
All three drank the champagne and smiled broadly to each other. The two lovers set down their glasses, embraced each other, entering into a mad, frantic, hot-blooded love session. Neither of them noticed that Adam quietly left the room, heading for his own realm in the carriage house.
Brian gradually led Mike to the grand staircase in the foyer, then up those stairs to his suite where they quickly divested themselves of clothing and climbed into the huge king sized bed.
Embracing each other, their naked bodies pressing flesh to flesh from top to bottom, wrestling for position, the two kissed long and hard. Mike decided to mention what was on his mind. "I've been thinking, Brian, about where we go next. What if I'm not reelected in the fall. I'm not about to hide you away; I want you with me all the time - as your schedule permits. If the voters won't accept a gay congressman in my district, that's it. We both will be wealthy, you probably a lot more than me, and could divide our time in this beautiful mansion and in the woods and cabin in Ohio. The cabin will always be our 'First Time Place' to me, you know." Brian agreed. "However, we cannot do nothing. You have to have an education and if I'm not reelected I can drag out the old law degree and go to work. What do you think?"
The young blond snuggled closer to Mike if that was possible. Their cocks were dueling with a quiet fervor but still neither was erect. "In the short time I've had to reflect, I definitely agree with you. I do want college, but still want to be with you. Where do you think you would practice law if you need to?"
Mike mused a moment, "Probably here in Washington. I've made contacts here which would never be affected by my homosexual orientation." He jumped, "Hey, you could go to college right here, there's George Washington U., and Georgetown and University of Maryland. I'd much rather have you with me than sending you away. I hope you don't feel I'm stifling you by keeping you too close. What do you think?"
Brian's smooth, naked buttocks received caressing from Mike's hand, tenderly and adoringly. The young man cherished the motion and sensitivity.
"I'm with you all the way, Mike, and that doesn't mean living in some stupid dorm on a campus hundreds of miles away. I love you totally with no reservations at all."
The two lovers began to lubricate each other's lips, tongue and teeth in a very passionate, yet almost non-sexual attitude. Somehow they connected their naked bodies even more totally.
After a few moments of further exploration, Brian broke the kiss, "Mikey, I've been thinking. I really don't want to make love tonight with all that has happened. When I'm calm and composed, I want to make love to you and I want you to make love to me. Since you have asked me to marry you and I have accepted, I'd like to go to sleep in your arms and dream wonderful thoughts of our life together. OK?"
"Yes, Brian, an excellent idea. I should have thought of it, but you beat me to it. You are so smart and wonderfully handsome with the body of such a hunk, I am just so pleased to be with you and loving you. Let's sleep."
The two gradually relaxed their grip on each other, Brian sliding into his dreams and a new life of love and devotion.
Mike, however, was not so lucky because his mind was spinning with possibilities for the future, not that they wouldn't be together, but what he would be doing. The dark haired man really wanted very much to remain as a U.S. Congressman from his district of Ohio and he was worried about his chances of even running for the office. His funding was set, he'd been nominated for the election slate, but if his sexual orientation were to become known throughout the district, he would probably lose. No one really knows except Adam, and Bryan is now beyond exposing them. He decided that if they were very careful of their public actions and attitude toward each other, he could and should make a run for reelection, doing whatever is necessary to be elected. Brian would be a professional campaign worker, working closely with Mike in Ohio and in Washington, wherever he was.
Mike still felt a nervous stomach inside, but was soon able to drop off to sleep. He'd worry more in the morning.
TO BE CONTINUED