Body Double

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Part 1:  The Weird Encounter

 

Jake Bianchi walked around the corner from his parked sports car and opened the nondescript, modest door of his favourite bath house. He’d had a long Tuesday at work, and a hard one too. It was the sight of the newest member of his staff, a sexy young hunk with perfectly-fitted tight pants, that had given him such a hard time today – although he had trouble deciding whether it was the visible bulge down the left leg or the swelling curves of the form-fitting fabric over the ass that made life harder for him.

 

At this point, all he wanted to do was to peel away his own designer clothes, find some totally cute young twink, and then get his rocks off, preferably inside said twink’s tight butthole. He wasn’t looking for a long evening, certainly not a take-home overnighter, and definitely not any kind of relationship – just a good pump and dump.

 

It was the right time of day for it. It was 4:15 pm and half-price admission for college boys on Tuesdays lasted until 5:00. He could be sure that there’d be plenty of enticing young cuties roaming the halls. He sighted his first prospect right in the change room, as he shucked off his suit, tie, and dress shirt, then his tight briefs and socks, and stored them in a locker. This was a lean blond twink with a mostly hairless body, some decent muscle, and an enticing lump under his towel. He sauntered past Jake, eyeing the older man closely, admiring Jake’s dark Mediterranean good looks, and rubbing the bulge in his towel as he went by. Walking past Jake, the young fellow deliberately started rolling his hips a bit to emphasize the curves of his ass. No surprise, Jake’s seven-inch cock began filling up and straightening right away. He slammed his locker, grabbed the key and his towel, and followed the twink into the showers.

 

The young guy already had the water running, and was letting it cascade smoothly over his body, just standing there under the spray while giving Jake a good sample of “fuck me” eyes. Although there were 6 shower heads free, Jake helped himself to the one right next to the twink’s glistening, wet body. The young fellow, seen up close, was a little older than some of the jailbait that occasionally sneaked in with fake I.D. – at a rough guess, Jake figured he would be about 22-23 or maybe a bit older. Good – that also meant he was likely to be experienced, not some novice kid who would have to be taught, step by step, how to take a man’s cock.

 

Just as he thought that, the twink proved he was right by grabbing Jake’s cock and stroking it with a slight twisting motion. Then he fell to his knees and took the older man’s rapidly swelling dick into his mouth. Within three or four plunges, he got right down to the root of the matter and Jake felt the guy’s throat tickling his cockhead as the hot mouth slid up and down his shaft.

 

Jake now realized that he wasn’t in quite such a hurry as he had thought. This young guy was proving to be a really talented cocksucker, and Jake was thoroughly enjoying the skill he brought to his work. He wasn’t even embarrassed to let out a couple of low moans as the fellow worked on his tool.

 

Eventually, though, Jake felt the end drawing near, and he didn’t want to blow his load just yet. He pulled the young man up, and began kissing him, driving tongue into the guy’s mouth and at the same time sliding his hands down to play with the smooth, round ass cheeks. Jake’s fingers slid around those swelling mounds of ass flesh into the deep crack, and there he began playing with the hole. Now, it was this twenty-something bottom boy who was moaning at the touch of Jake’s experienced fingers, actually thrusting his butt backwards against the older man’s busy hands. Jake knew that this hot young fellow was going to take one hell of a ride from him.

 

He spun the blond around, dropped to his knees, and buried his face inside that enticing ass crack. He lashed his tongue over the boy’s tight hole, then began digging in. As he tongued the younger man’s ass, Jake worked on the twin mounds of his cheeks, squeezing and massaging that beautiful ass with his busy fingers. He dug even deeper into the hole with his tongue, eating that ass like it was a five-course banquet and he was starving. He lapped and slurped and sucked, while above him the guy was moaning and grunting like crazy.

 

Now, Jake started sliding a finger into the hole, still working away with his tongue. He dug in and twisted his finger around – then another one. Now this hot young guy was pushing his ass back into Jake’s face, thrusting backwards to try to get those fingers farther inside him.

 

It was time. Jake stood up, grabbed the hot blond by the shoulders, and marched him down the hall to the room with the fuck bench. He pushed his young conquest backwards onto the bench, lifted his legs into the air, and slobbered all over that tempting hole one more time, just to make sure. He shoved his cock back into the young blond’s hot mouth and let him get it all wet and ready.

 

Jake pulled away from that eager, sucking mouth, lifted the young guy’s legs higher and pushed them right back over his shoulders until he was bent double, like a paper clip. Then he started sliding his rock-hard tool into the twink’s tight hole. This young guy might look innocent, but his hole opened right up like any good, well-trained, bottom, and Jake was able to slide his seven-inch rod slowly but smoothly all the way in.

 

It felt amazing, and the twink obviously thought so too, because he was moaning like crazy, saying, “Oh, yeah, Daddy, fuck me deep and hard.”

 

Jake didn’t really go for that “daddy” bit that much, but if it made this guy hot, well, all right. “You like Daddy’s big, hard dick inside you, don’t you, boy? Daddy’s going to give you a fuck to remember.”

 

With that, he started pumping his big boner in and out of this hot blond’s hole, driving in hard and twisting on each stroke so he hit different places inside the guy. As he fucked that beautiful ass, he slowly leaned forward until he was lifting the tight butt right into the air and pounding straight down into it. By now, half a dozen other young college guys had gathered around to watch Jake ramming the twink’s ass. All the time, the twink kept moaning and mumbling, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me,” over and over.

 

His talk line sounded like a bad porn film soundtrack. Jake wished the kid would just shut up and let him do his thing. His thrusts got faster and deeper, and he was driving his cock all the way into the butthole under him. He knew he was getting close now, and it felt like it was going to be an epic finish, after a whole day spent gazing at that hot new young staffer in the office. He could feel the pulses of sperm rising up his dick and gasped out, “Gonna cum…!”

 

The blond bottom yelped, “Cum inside me, daddy! Breed my ass!”

 

Jake started driving in the last few strokes, frantic now to release his load. Just as he was firing the first shot, a couple of huge, beefy hands grabbed hold of his shoulders and yanked him forcibly backwards, his cock popping clear out of the kid’s asshole as he was shooting. Before he could even finish yelling, “What the fuck!”, the big hands shot across his chest from either side, locking him in a death grip of two massive arms. Jake shouted incoherently and kicked out fruitlessly as his cock jumped up and down in front of him, firing spurt after spurt of wasted cum into the air.

 

The bottom just kept wailing, “No, daddy, cum inside me!” But Jake no longer had a choice about that.

 

A deep, ugly voice growled in his ear, “I told you the last time I threw you out of here to stay out and not come back. You want me to persuade you with a few broken bones this time?”

 

Jake yelled, “What the fuck are you talking about? I’ve never been thrown out of here!”

 

The man spun him around, and Jake recognized him as Bill, the big, burly bouncer from the bar down the street. Jake couldn’t ever remember seeing him in the baths before, but here he was – wrapped in a towel, with his massive hands gripping Jake by the shoulders.

 

“Figures you’d try that line on – and after last Tuesday, when you practically tore some kid a new hole and had him crying and sobbing and yelling ‘No, no, no’ as you were breeding him. Now, I’m gonna take you back to the lockers and stay right there watching while you pull your clothes on, and then you’re going to get out of here. And if I ever see you in here again, it’s gonna be your sorry ass that’ll have a new hole ripped in it!”

 

“But I wasn’t even fucking here last Tues…”

 

“MOVE!”

 

Bill stuck right with him, true to his word, until the locked door swung shut behind Jake and he was back in the entryway. He tried to complain to the desk clerk at the entrance, but the clerk just shrugged and said, “We ask him to hang around at the busy times. Helps if someone’s getting out of control. Sorry, bud, no refund.”

 

And there Jake was, back out in the street, permanently thrown out of his most convenient and preferred place to fuck and breed hot young guys. Sure, he’d unloaded all right, as planned, but he was feeling less satisfied than he’d ever felt. Even the most useless, boring ragdoll of a bottom had left him happier than he felt right now.

 

What the hell had just happened? And how was he ever going to find out?

 

 

[daddybear54]

Part 2:  The Path in the Woods

 

Sean was enjoying the beautiful spring sunshine as he jogged easily along the street and into the park. It was a perfect morning to be out for a run. Once he was off the pavement and onto the gravelled trail, he picked up speed into a genuine run.

 

His name suggested Irish ancestry, but his face hinted more at an east Asian background. He had a lean, hard, athletic body and loved keeping it in shape. In high school he’d been a star swimmer, water polo player, and track athlete. Plenty of girls (and some guys) had stared whenever he’d climbed out of the pool in his wet speedo. Plenty more guys had been sneaking looks in the locker room and showers, since his equipment was definitely worth a second look.

 

Sean had kept up all those athletic interests in college, although not on any competitive teams. Now that he was out in the working world, free time was a bit more limited, but he still kept up with his daily run and trip to the gym. This was his second Saturday since he’d started working at his new office job, and he was grateful to be outside. The daily fresh air was something he really missed when he was shut up in an office all day.

 

Sean put on a sprint down the hill towards the lake, thinking of a couple of really good-looking guys he’d seen at work. That was something else he missed since finishing college, the ease of finding hot sex whenever he felt like it. Now that he was living in a new city, he needed to get busy and find out where all the hot spots were so he could go looking.

 

He could feel his cock stirring in his shorts at the thought of that hot guy just down the hall from his cubicle – Mike. He had a good body and a really cute round butt that showed nicely in his pants. Now, there was an ass he’d be happy to dig into and fill up with a load of his seed. And then there was the boss, what was his name again? Jack? No, Jake. Another great-looking guy with that olive skin and bit of dark hair showing in the V of his shirt. He’d be a hot lay too. Sean preferred to top, but there was something about Jake that suggested the real alpha male. Giving up his butthole to that hunk would probably be a great fuck – and there was always the chance that he’d be versatile so they could breed each other.

 

Musing along these lines, Sean soon left the lake behind as the trail plunged into the woods. The path started winding through the trees, and he had to slow down a bit. Coming around one bend, he suddenly had to dig into the ground with his heels to avoid slamming into a dark-haired man with sunglasses coming the other way.

 

“Whoa, kid, take it easy, there.”

 

“Sorry – just getting in my daily run.”

 

“Going pretty fast – easy to see that you’re a real athlete, with a real athlete’s body.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

The stranger stepped right up to him – really close.

 

“Am I making you nervous, getting this close?”

 

“No.”

 

“In fact, kid, you like it. Don’t pretend you don’t. I can see you pitching a tent.”

 

Sean shrugged. No point in denying the obvious. Anyway, this burly guy was pretty good looking -- so he favoured the guy with his killer smile. The stranger came right to the point, then, reaching out and rubbing the tent in Sean’s shorts.

 

Sean asked him, “You always move this fast when you meet someone?”

 

“When he’s as hot as you, yeah.”

 

All this time, Sean was trying to figure something out. The guy seemed familiar somehow. Sean was sure he’d met the man before but couldn’t think where. So he came right to the point and asked.

 

“Have we met before?”

 

“I don’t think so. I never forget a hot body and hot ass like yours.”

 

But Sean was more convinced than ever that this guy was familiar. There was something about the voice. But he couldn’t pin it down in his mind, which was getting more and more disconnected as the hand worked on his dick. It was time to return the favour, so he reached out and grasped the stranger’s crotch bulge as well, feeling it swell up right away under his hand.

 

The stranger said, “Come on over here, away from the path.” He led the way into the trees, and after about twenty paces came to a small clearing with a flattish slab of rock on the ground over to one side. The ground around the rock was littered with used condoms, a couple of popper bottles, and a pair of wrecked underwear, ripped apart right up the ass. Sean realized that, without even trying, he’d stumbled on a regular cruising ground in the park just down the street from his apartment.

 

Then conscious thought disintegrated as the stranger pulled him close, put his arms around Sean and ran his hands down Sean’s back and into his running shorts. Sean humped his cock against the bulge in the man’s pants and moaned as those insistent fingers pried into his asscrack.

 

“Oh, yeah – nice, tight boy ass. Gonna enjoy loosening that up. Let’s see what you can do.” The stranger pulled away, grabbed Sean by the shoulders, and pushed him down to his knees. Then he seized the back of Sean’s head and mashed it into the bulge in his crotch.

 

Sean obediently opened his mouth and began working on the big bulge, inhaling the smelly fumes of unwashed jeans, ripe with funky piss and man sweat. He reached up and began undoing the jeans, pulling the zipper down until the uncut cock sprang out. The guy hadn’t showered that day, by the smell. Normally, that would turn Sean off but the heady smell of natural man was really turning him on. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft a couple of times.

 

Then the stranger got impatient, and said, “Quit fooling around – suck my cock, boy.” Then he grabbed Sean’s head with one hand and slapped the hard manmeat across his face. “I said to suck it!” Sean opened his mouth and the big man shoved his dick right in and down his throat. Sean was an experienced cocksucker, but a little time to open up more would have been nice. This aggressive guy didn’t give a damn. He got both hands on the back of Sean’s head and began forcing his cock in and out, face-fucking the young mouth and mashing Sean’s face right down into his pubes on each thrust. Sean was gagging and moaning, his eyes watering, and he tried to pull away – but found he couldn’t. This guy was way too strong for him and was going to get what he wanted, whether Sean liked it or not. A well-timed slap across his face made his eyes water even more. The big man growled at him and kept punching his cock deep into Sean’s throat.

 

At last, he pulled away, and Sean gasped in relief – but too soon. Those massive, muscled arms yanked him to his feet and spun him around. A hand grabbed the waistband of his running shorts and yanked them down off his ass. The big man flung him like a rag doll, face down across the rock slab, and landed a second later right on top of Sean, his big cock digging into the younger guy’s ass crack.

 

By now, Sean knew what was coming next. A small part of his mind was screaming, “It’s rape – this big guy is raping you!” But another, and much bigger part of his mind was thinking, “Fuck, yeah! Ram it into me! Use me and fill me up!” He heard the sound of the man spitting twice, and then the big head began pushing into his crack. Sean hadn’t planned or prepared at all for this, but he desperately willed his muscles to relax.

 

It didn’t help. The stranger found the little knot of his hole, positioned his cock right against it, and then gave a mighty shove that planted it halfway inside Sean’s ass. Sean tried to scream with the intense pain, but a big hand clamped over his mouth and muffled him. He was pinned down, helpless, the man’s burly body lying flat on top of him and the cock digging farther and farther into him.

 

The man came to a stop, buried all the way inside Sean’s tight hole. Sean could barely feel anything except the fullness and the pain. Then the man started fucking him. His hips rising and falling, smacking into Sean’s firm round ass cheeks on each thrust, he fucked hard and fast. When Sean began making noise, the man reached down, grabbed something off the ground, and stuffed it into Sean’s mouth. It was the discarded, ripped-up underwear. Sean bit down on it, hard, as the big dick pounded into his hole.

 

The guy was fucking him hard and fast, but still taking plenty of time before cumming. Sean was a crazy mess of mixed-up feelings – pain, shame, sexual thrill, and more. His own cock had gone completely limp when the guy rammed into him, and it wasn’t getting hard again, but still it felt like he was going to come. He was moaning and whimpering nonstop as the big fucker plowed his hole mercilessly.

 

Then it happened. Sean’s muscles began contracting and a stream of hot cum oozed out of his limp cock and onto the rock, under his belly. The stranger gave a loud roar and slammed all the way into Sean’s convulsing hole, spurting cum into his guts. He kept punchfucking Sean – an extra slam as each bolt of cum rocketed out of his dick. He slammed into the young ass eight times, releasing eight spurts of seed into the boy’s butt. At last, he stopped and collapsed across Sean’s quivering body, breathing hard.

 

After a minute, the stranger stood up, yanking his cock quickly out of Sean’s hole and bringing out one more howl of pain. A couple of firm slaps shut Sean up again. The man growled, “Fucking kids these days, they can’t take it like a man.” He rolled Sean over onto his back, and then shoved his dick back into the younger guy’s throat. “Clean it off, boy.”

 

Sean didn’t even try to resist. Obediently, he sucked up and down on the man’s cock, cleaning away the mess left behind by the fuck. Then he just lay there and watched as the man pulled his jeans back up. He zipped up his jeans, and said, in a disgusted tone, “Get yourself dressed and get your pretty boy ass out of here.” Then he walked away, leaving Sean alone, draped over the rock.

 

Sean got up and dressed, slowly listing all the pain points in his mind: the knees and elbows that had slammed into the rock, the sore throat, and above all the fierce ache in his hole. It had taken a long time for his hole to close up after that ferocious fuck, and when he’d checked with his fingers, they’d come away covered with a mix of cum and traces of blood. It hurt like hell but he couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed it. Being taken, used, abused, and thrown away like that had really turned him on big time.

 

Sean walked slowly home – running was out of the question. When he got back to his apartment, he showered to wash off the scrapes, cum, and blood and, more telling, the pheromone-laden sweat in his armpits. He’d definitely been turned on by the rough stranger, no question, but another part of him was disgusted at himself for enjoying it. By now, his cock had gotten rock hard again from thinking about the encounter, and was dripping plenty of pre-cum. He stroked it quickly, under the cascade of hot water, and in a minute or less he fired an enormous load up onto the shower wall above his head.

 

It wasn’t enough. He was still so turned on that he kept right on rubbing and pounding his cock and in about five more minutes fired a second load, just as big. Only then did the young jock finally begin to relax and calm down enough to get back to wondering about the stranger. The rough, burly man in the park definitely reminded him of someone – but who?

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I am loving this story, hot sex and intrigue! hot!

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Part 3:  Surprising Discoveries

 

Jake had a very full weekend. He’d left the office early on Friday for the 6-hour drive to Springwells, arriving in time for dinner with several friends. They’d come together for the wedding of one of their group to a wealthy young guy who was heir to the owner of the largest spa in that well-known mountain resort town. Everyone was in a party mood from the moment they landed at the resort, although Jake had to behave himself a bit since he was standing up for one of the grooms at the wedding ceremony on Saturday afternoon and had to make a speech at the banquet afterwards – a speech which called for the impossible mixture of restraint and raunchiness that you’d expect of a gathering split 50/50 between horny gay men and respectable white-collar multi-millionaires. He’d been sweating over preparing the text of his remarks for a week, trying to get the tone right.

 

None of this had stopped Jake from hooking up on Friday night with a younger guy who’d been left at a loose end when his older lover hit the single malts with a bit too much energy and had to be put to bed to sleep it off before ten o’clock. This young guy, a sexy, blond, Dane by the name of Lars, had no trouble responding positively to a not-too-discreet overture from Jake, since he felt certain that cheating on a drunk and incapable partner wasn’t cheating at all.

 

Between 11pm and 2am, Jake not only got the hot young Dane into bed but succeeded in breeding him three times. His first load actually pumped up into that tight Scandinavian ass even before they made it to Jake’s bed, with Lars bent over the arm of the sofa in Jake’s suite, his feet still tangled up in his pants and briefs.

 

After they disentangled from each other, and got Lars disentangled from his clothes, they fell into bed for a prolonged and sizzling-hot session of making out, sixty-nine (with both sucking and ass-eating) and sliding against each other’s muscular abs and chests. When Lars began panting a bit, Jake decided it was high time to get inside that sweet ass again. This time, he pushed Lars onto his back, lifted his legs, and slid his dick deep inside that tight, Nordic channel. Before long, he was lying right on top of Lars, pumping his hard cock in and out of the Danish boy’s butt, and wrenching assorted sighs, moans, cries, and “fucks” out of the kid, who had his arms and legs wrapped right around Jake, pulling him in as deep inside as possible. This whole treatment, combined with a constant stream of tongue kisses, soon brought Jake to another climax, and sent another barrage of sperm jetting into the tight ass of Lars.

 

After that, a bit of a rest was in order, and the two drifted off to sleep, after rearranging themselves spoon-fashion, with Jake’s semi-hard cock still securely lodged inside Lars. Jake woke up about an hour later, found that he was still firmly planted inside Lars and still semi-hard, and instinctively started pumping again. This renewed cock action soon woke Lars up too, and his moans and “fucks” quickly resumed as he realized that he was getting plowed for a third round.

 

This third session took a bit longer, but neither the stalwart top nor the bright-eyed, eager bottom seemed to mind that a bit. Actually, Jake particularly enjoyed fucking from the big spoon position, and Lars definitely seemed to enjoy being pounded that way. However, all good things come to an end. Jake eventually realized that his third load was on the delivery line, and he considerately held back until Lars, with his busy hand, was able to successfully wrench an orgasm out of his cock – at the same time that Jake let fly with a third load inside the young Dane’s well-filled ass.

 

Jake would have been perfectly happy to spend the rest of the night curled up in bed with Lars and loading him up a fourth time when they woke up again in the morning, but Lars decided belatedly that he had better go and check on his drunken lover. He got up and dressed, and they parted at 2am, not without a lengthy, tempting goodbye kiss. History does not record what reaction, if any, Lars received on staggering back to his partner’s room with his hole and his legs all out of whack, and with his ass fuller of liquid than his bladder.

 

It was just as well that Jake did get a few hours of good, solid sleep, because he had to be on hand at 11am for the wedding rehearsal – and not just on hand, but sober, coherent, and (toughest of all) wide awake. With the help of a sizable dose of premium coffee from room service, he managed it. The room service waiter, another cute, hot young guy, couldn’t refrain from smirking a bit at the rumpled bed covers and the unmistakable aroma of hot gay sex in Jake’s room, but Jake perforce had to ignore him due to pressure of time. At another time, he’d have been happy to wipe that sassy smirk off the young waiter’s face by yanking his tight black trousers down off his muscular ass and breeding his sweet ass.

 

The rehearsal and wedding went off without mishap, and Jake’s speech was well-received. The dinner, beginning with fresh crab cakes, proceeding to filet mignon, and ending with hand-made petits fours, was excellent, and Jake commended his friend’s choice in marrying into a family which knew how to hire truly fine chefs. Needless to say, the wedding celebrations went on, in the banquet room, and in numerous other rooms of the resort, for most of the night. The front desk did an excellent job of fielding noise complaints during the wee hours from guests who weren’t part of the main event of the weekend and didn’t appreciate the animalistic medley of moans, grunts, cries, “fucks,” and more that disrupted their slumbers.

 

Nor did it end there, because the opening of the gifts (delayed until 5pm on Sunday for excellent practical reasons) devolved into another drunken-binge-slash-multi-room-orgy. Most of those involved (including Jake, who even got a chance to breed Eric, the top half of the Eric-Lars relationship), slept very late Monday morning.

 

As a result, Jake didn’t make it back into work until Tuesday. He was sitting morosely at his desk, nursing a slight but insistent headache, and not responding to anything except the most essential communications. Then Sean came in to talk to him.

 

Sean had not enjoyed much of his weekend and wasn’t feeling a whole lot better when Monday morning rolled around. It didn’t take the brain of a genius to figure out that his ass had been ripped by that rough fucker in the woods, and by Sunday afternoon the pain was bad enough that he took a trip to the emergency room to get it checked out. Sure enough, he’d been torn. He was given a couple of prescriptions and told sternly to take it easy and avoid interference with his anus as much as possible for the next week and a half to give it a chance to heal.

 

He was still sure that he had met that vicious bastard somewhere or other before, but for the life of him he couldn’t think where he would have seen the guy. Anyway, he made it through Monday somehow, headed home to rest, and turned down an alluring invitation for Friday night from a semi-regular daddy fuck buddy.

 

Tuesday was much the same. The pain was less, but he was still finding walking and sitting equally uncomfortable, and he was still preoccupied with the question of the top fucker’s identity. In fact, he was musing about that very thing when he went down to the break room for a coffee. And on the way back to his cubicle, he saw that violent top guy, in the flesh, walking along the hall ahead of him.

 

He shook his head in disbelief, and then looked again. No, sure enough, it was him – the walk and the set of the shoulders were unmistakable. Then the man turned into the private office, and he realized that he was following his boss. That really gave Sean something to think about. And after thinking about it for ten minutes or so, he headed into Jake’s office to have a little talk with his boss.

 

Jake looked up, and then struggled for a moment to recall the hot, young new staffer’s name.

 

“Good morning, uhh… Shane? No, Sean.”

 

“Good morning.”

 

“What can I do for you?”

 

Sean closed the door. “Just wanted to know if you enjoyed yourself on Saturday morning.”

 

Jake looked his puzzlement. “Well, not that it’s any of your damn business, but no, I was suffering from a combination of too much drink and too much – call it ‘fun’ – the night before.”

 

“You seemed to be having enough fun in the morning.”

 

Sean’s elliptical conversation was irritating Jake and he was on the verge of becoming angry. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but I think you’re barking up the wrong tree. It’s not as if you were at that wedding.”

 

“I’m not talking about a wedding. I’m talking Saturday morning in Greenwoods Park. You don’t remember?”

 

Now Jake was getting seriously annoyed. “Whatever you’re hinting at, it has nothing to do with me, since I was six hours’ drive away in Springwells all weekend, from Friday night until Monday afternoon. Whoever you are talking about in Greenwoods Park, it definitely wasn’t me.”

 

Sean’s cocky manner was evaporating. “You were out of town?”

 

“Yes. And like I said before, it’s none of your damn business.”

 

Now Sean was truly bewildered. “Okay, this is getting too weird. If it wasn’t you, how the hell was there a guy who was the same height, same build across the shoulders, and with the same voice, working me over in the park on Saturday?”

 

Jake picked up on that right away. It certainly answered one of his questions.

 

“Working you over, huh?”

 

Sean couldn’t stop the red mounting to his face. “Yeah, I ran into this guy when I was out for a run and he took me into the trees and…”

 

Jake cut him off. “Okay, I get the picture.” He sat and thought for a moment, drumming his fingers on the desk. Then he went on, choosing his words very carefully. “It’s definitely getting weird, more than you know. Look, this isn’t a workplace issue and we shouldn’t be talking about it on office time. And anything you or I say about it has nothing to do with your job status, evaluation, salary, or anything related to that. But I definitely want to hear more about this guy you met. Can we meet after work for a drink at the Corner Bar?”

 

Sean thought for a moment in turn, and then said. “Sure. But remember, I’m new in town. Where is it?”

 

“Just turn right out the front door of the building, take the first street on the right, and go halfway down the block, right-hand side. At, say, 5:00?”

 

A few minutes after 5, Jake and Sean were seated with drinks in front of them at one of the quieter booth seats in the Corner Bar. The name was a lame joke since the bar was in the middle of the block and so not on any street corner. The Corner Bar was a rip-roaring gay party spot on evenings and weekends, but quieter in the afternoon.

 

After the waiter dropped the drinks and left (with a sly wink and thumbs up at Jake), Jake prodded Sean into talking about his experience. Sean left out most of the really salacious details, but he told Jake the story. Jake asked a few questions, probing for more details. In time, a picture emerged: a man the same height, with similar high, square shoulders, but heavier built through the waist and hips, a similar walk, and a similar voice -- but more gravelly, as if the speaker had done a lot of yelling in his time or had suffered from a never-ending smokers’ cough. Sean also made sure to throw in the details about the medical fallout from the whole experience, although he left out the feelings of enjoyment he’d had as the stranger was ripping him open and breeding him.

 

Then, it was Jake’s turn to speak. “I said this was weirder than you know. Here’s what happened to me.” He then proceeded to tell Sean all about how he’d been thrown out of the bathhouse by the bouncer – another weird incident involving a mysterious and violent stranger who apparently looked very much like Jake.

 

Sean immediately jumped to the most irrelevant detail. “A bathhouse with a bouncer?”

 

Jake laughed. “Part time, and I don’t know if they pay him or just let him in free so he can control the horny young college guys on half-price Tuesdays. He’s actually the regular bouncer here at the Corner.”

 

“So it comes down to this, there’s this guy who looks like you, hanging around the area, and getting way out of control every time he fucks a young dude.”

 

“Something like that. Kind of scares me. I’m starting to wonder if I’m going to find the cops on my doorstep with a warrant when he does something really bad.”

 

“You’re not the only one scared. I’d just as soon not run into him again. Getting my hole ripped that badly isn’t exactly a picnic.” Sean thought a bit more. “You’ll need to have eyewitnesses everywhere you go, just in case.”

 

“Not exactly practical, I live alone – and I don’t want someone looking over my shoulder if I’m fucking a hot pickup from the apps.”

 

Sean nodded. “Living alone, that makes it difficult.” Another moment of thought, and then: “What if I move in with you?” Jake must have looked utterly astounded because Sean quickly went on. “Hey, calm down, I don’t mean it that way! Just so there’s always someone around who can say where you were and what you were doing during your downtime at home. I can sleep on the sofa.”

 

“No way, Sean. I like my privacy!”

 

“In that case, better get a good security cam for your entrance that can record you coming and going. But I was serious – and the offer stands if you change your mind.”

 

Jake thanked him, but again demurred. He was just tossing back the last of his drink when the door opened and Bill-the-bouncer walked in. Jake saw his face darken when he spotted them in the booth. He grinned at Bill, and then said to Sean, “Another round?” Sean nodded, and Jake waved the waiter over.

 

After the drinks landed, the conversation moved on to more general topics. Jake was interested to hear how Sean was adjusting to life in a new city after moving on from college. He dropped a couple of pointers on good places to find guys, and Sean thanked him. While they were talking along those lines, Bill came over.

 

“Hey, Bill. Meet my friend, Sean.”

 

Bill’s face darkened again. “Sean – watch out, kid, this guy’s dangerous. He’s a fucking maniac.”

 

Jake retorted, “Bill, cool it. I haven’t done anything here. Go bother someone else.”

 

Bill wasn’t deterred. “Kid, take my advice and get as far away from him as you can. He’s trouble.”

 

Jake again spoke up. “Bill, it’s one thing to interfere in my fun at the baths because of a misunderstanding. But if you keep harassing us here, when I have done absolutely nothing in the Corner that is any business of yours at all, I will speak to the manager about it and tell him that you’re out of order and out of hand. Now, clear the fuck off unless you want to get your ass fired, and don’t come back until one of us does something bad enough to get us thrown out.”

 

Bill gave one more fierce glare at them, but then walked away.

 

“So that’s the guy who threw you out of the baths. He’s a tough one, all right.”

 

Jake laughed. “Yeah – perfect for a bouncer’s job, but I wouldn’t hire him for work that needs any tact.”

 

They finished up their drinks and left, with Sean reminding Jake of his offer as they parted company. Friday, though, saw them back at the Corner again. Jake found that he was enjoying the company of his new, young associate. Sean had a good sense of humour and a good fund of stories and experiences. He was pleasant company in a social way. Jake still had his eyes on the Sean that remained hidden under the clothes, but he wanted to wait before making a move, partly because he knew that the younger man was still healing after his rough experience the last weekend.

 

For his part, Sean found his boss enjoyable to hang out with and he was happy to have made a friend in this city where he still knew very few people. Sean was also conscious of Jake’s appearance, his tailored suits that fitted him so perfectly, and that tempting trail of dark hair vanishing down inside the open V of his white shirt.

 

Since it was Friday, the Corner had started filling up by the time they ordered their second round. While they were waiting for the drinks to come, one of Jake’s friends stopped by the table to say hello. Plainly, he had some big news on his mind, and knew how much Mike loved to be the first one to know all the hot gossip.

 

“Okay, Mike, I can see you’ve got a big story all ready to pop out for us, so spill.”

 

“Jake, it’s not a fun story this time. Just found this clip on the local news app.”

 

Mike handed his phone to Jake, and Jake cranked up the volume on the video clip in time to hear an announcer’s voice: “…taken to the Memorial Hospital at 4:00 pm, where he’s listed as in serious but stable condition. Police report that the young man was sexually assaulted as well as being beaten and suffered two fractures as well as soft-tissue injuries. His name is being withheld until family have been notified.”

 

The effect of this announcement on both Jake and Sean was not what Mike expected. The two looked at each other, wide-eyed, but said nothing. Jake handed the phone back with a laconic, dismissive, “Thanks, Mike. See you later.”

 

After a dissatisfied second or three, Mike wandered off. Sean was the first to break the silence. “I wonder if the mystery man has just struck again?”

 

Jake replied, “I think we both had the same thought. I wonder what sort of description that poor guy in the hospital is giving to the cops?”

 

“Jake, we’re both picturing the same description, except that I’m picturing the face that goes with it.” They fell silent, then, working their way through their drinks. Sean downed the last mouthful, then said, “You’re sure you don’t want to take me up on my offer?”

 

Jake replied slowly, “It might be a good idea.  I haven’t had time to get a camera installed yet.”

 

“Okay, Jake, let’s just swing by my place so I can pick up a few things, and then we’ll head over to yours.”

 

Three-quarters of an hour later, they got off the elevator at Jake’s floor and sauntered down the hall to the entrance of Jake’s penthouse suite. They made a striking couple, and with Sean’s backpack slung casually over one shoulder as he leaned close into Jake’s side, it would be pretty obvious to any nosy neighbours what was happening between them. Which was exactly the impression Sean intended to convey.

 

As soon as they got inside, Sean peeled his bag off and set it down, then looked around.

 

“Wow.”

 

“You’re not the first guy who ever walked in here and said that.”

 

“I know damn well I’m not the first guy who ever walked in here,” Sean retorted.

 

Jake laughed. “You’re also not the first guy who ever invited himself to come in.”

 

Sean in his turn laughed right out loud at that. “Okay, stud, but don’t let your amazing sexual attraction go to your head. Seriously, though, this place is spectacular.”

 

It was. The floor to ceiling windows spread the width of the living-dining area, with a sliding door opening onto the balcony that gave a spectacular view of the lights of downtown. Down the hall, Jake showed him where to find the guest bathroom and bedroom. The master bedroom, around the corner, had another room-size window facing a second balcony, which would give a view of the waterfront and beach in daylight. It also had an ensuite bath about the size of the guest bedroom, including a two-man jetted tub and double-size shower.

 

Sean chuckled. “Everything you need for a hot date.”

 

“S’right,” Jake replied. “Right down to the pop-up bar…” and he pressed a button which caused the panel right above the tub to open, revealing a cubbyhole from which a shelf slid out with glasses, an ice bucket, and space for a couple of bottles of whatever suited the occasion. Then, he changed the subject. “So, you said you had nothing going on tonight and I don’t feel like going out again. What do you want to do about dinner?”

 

“Mind if I just take a look at what’s in your kitchen?”

 

“Go ahead.”

 

Inside of ten minutes, Sean had made himself right at home in the kitchen, furiously chopping and mincing an assortment of veggies and some garlic. Before long, he had the wok sizzling on the stove, and two glasses of wine poured out. He handed one to Jake, they clinked glasses, and Jake said, “My God, I’ve fallen into the hands of a real chef. This kitchen’s never seen this kind of prize-level action since the last time I hired a caterer for a party.”

 

Sean laughed, and then said, “Okay, out! Didn’t your mother teach you that no kitchen is big enough for two men at once?”

 

Jake chuckled and returned to the living room, realizing that Sean was slowly growing on him. He realized it even more after another thirty minutes, when they sat down to a feast of stir-fried garlic chicken and veggies, with steamed brown rice and the rest of the bottle of wine to wash it down.

 

After finishing his wine, Jake sighed with satisfaction. “That was amazing. Do you always cook like that for yourself?”

 

“Any time I have the ingredients at hand, I like to go all in. I’ll eat half-assed food if I have to, but I’d rather have a proper meal any day.”

 

“I can see why.”

 

“My big sister taught me some cooking tricks when I was still in high school. She called it “essential bachelor survival skills.”

 

Jake chuckled at that. “So she already knew you were a ‘bachelor,’ did she?”

 

“I hadn’t told her, but she sensed it. I’m glad she did. Say, I have some catch-up stuff to do. Can I set up my laptop somewhere, and get your internet code?”

 

“There’s a power bar with outlets and USB chargers on the desk in the guest room. I’ll take care of cleanup here.”

 

“Thanks. I’ll head in there and get busy.”

 

“Okay, Sean, later.”

 

After Jake finished cleaning up in the kitchen, and took Sean a note with the code, he pulled out the remote, put the TV on, and called up a movie. A couple of hours later, the movie done, he switched off, put out the lights except for one in the kitchen, and then headed down the hall. He glanced in the door of the guest room, and saw that Sean was deeply immersed in whatever he was working on there. He then carried on to his own room, shucked off his clothes, hung up his suit, and headed into the shower.

 

Jake enjoyed a long, leisurely shower, sort of hoping that Sean might feel the urge to join him. It didn’t happen, but when he finally turned the water off, he heard the other shower in the guest bathroom running as he towelled off. He then crawled into bed, picking up a book to read for a bit before going to sleep.

 

Jake didn’t hear the other shower shut off, so he was caught by surprise a few minutes later when Sean sauntered casually into his bedroom, wrapped in a towel. Without pausing a second, the younger guy walked purposefully around the bed, and then – just as casually – dropped the towel across a stool, turned down the covers, and slid into bed next to Jake.

 

“Don’t look so surprised, Jake. You know you’ve been eyeing me up every chance you got since I started working in your section.”

 

“Guilty as charged.”

 

“Besides, it’s not as if we aren’t both interested. I didn’t offer to come and stay here just out of the goodness of my heart – and I’m sure you guessed that.” Jake put his arm out and grasped Sean by the shoulders, drawing him closer. But then Sean went on, “Just remember, no ass play for me, all right? And don’t even try to sneak a lick, the stuff they’ve got me putting on it tastes gawdawful.”

 

“I’ll bear that in mind,” Jake said, as he began kissing his new young friend. In no time at all, their mouths opened and tongues darted back and forth between them. Sean wrapped his arms around Jake, running his hands up and down Jake’s muscular back. Jake pushed his hand down between their bodies, found Sean’s cock (already standing upright, no surprise there) and began squeezing and stroking it.  

 

After another minute, Jake moved down to take Sean’s cock into his mouth. It was a nice, seven-inch, uncut mouthful, and Jake was thoroughly enjoying hearing the moans and sighs coming from Sean. But he wanted more. Pushing firmly with his legs, he rolled Sean onto his back, and then swivelled around until he was in a perfect position on top of Sean for a 69.

 

Sean took the hint right away, leaned up and swallowed Jake’s tool right down into his throat. Jake was enjoying this immensely. Once again, he’d lucked out and found a very experienced young partner who knew his way around a man’s body and dick -- and wasn’t afraid to work at it.

 

They kept sucking each other for about 5 minutes, enjoying that unique sensation of falling into the identical rhythm so that it almost felt like they were sucking on themselves. But Sean also had an agenda, and as their 69 went on he began putting it into play by sliding his hands down Jake’s back and grabbing his butt, then digging into the crack and fingering the older guy’s hole.

 

Jake was normally a top, but he also knew he wouldn’t be topping tonight, so why not? He moaned in pleasure as Sean teased the little knot of his hole. Then he slowly hunched his hips, until his butt crack landed on Sean’s face, while he was able to keep sucking on Sean’s cock.

 

Sean’s talented tongue and fingers went right to work on Jake’s ass, digging in, licking around and over, kneading the muscular butt cheeks, and teasing the hole, until his finger finally slipped into the tunnel. As Jake moaned even louder, Sean urged him to come up and leave his dick alone – he had other plans for where he wanted to let off his five-day load.

 

Now it was Sean’s turn to roll Jake over onto his back. Sean lifted Jake’s legs into the air and buried his face right in that ass crack again. By this time, Jake was moaning up a storm, and throwing in comments about how hot it was and how good Sean’s tongue felt in his ass. Finally, though, he got tired of waiting, and said, “Come on, enough teasing, already.”

 

Sean pulled his busy tongue out of the now-ready ass and grinned down at him. “Come on, what?”

 

“Dammit, you know what I mean!”

 

“Didn’t your parents teach you to ask nicely and say the magic words?”

 

“Come on, fuck me already!”

 

“Say the magic word.”

 

“Please, fuck me! You’re driving me nuts, I want that cock inside me. I want you to fuck me and I want you to pump your hot load into me. Please!  Fuck me now!!! Is that good enough for you?”

 

Sean laughed, and then grabbed Jake and twisted him over so he was face down, with his beautiful firm round ass sticking up in the air. He set the tip of his cock against Jake’s hole and leaned on it. Jake hadn’t exactly planned on bottoming tonight, but he knew to relax and let his hole open up. It took a minute, but then Sean’s cockhead popped into him. Jake groaned from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and willed his butt muscles to relax. In another minute, the shaft began sliding slowly into him, going all the way until it hit bottom.

 

Jake was struggling. He hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and Sean’s shaft was unusually thick for its length, so he felt fuller than he could ever remember feeling. But he also realized, to his own surprise, that he actually wanted and craved being reamed out like this.

 

Sean revelled in the sensations of a hole so tight that it was practically virgin. It had been several years since he’d fucked anyone this snug. He waited until Jake’s ass relaxed enough to start expanding and contracting on his shaft, and then he began pumping, slowly at first. As Jake slowly got more accustomed to the sensation, Sean was able to start pushing his speed faster and faster, finally shifting into overdrive and pounding full force down into the hot manhole between those beautiful cheeks.

 

After a few minutes of nonstop action, Sean pulled out and rolled Jake over again. Jake lifted his legs, right back over his head, and Sean added a couple of shots of spit to his cock, and then sank back into that hot ass. Now they were face to face, and Jake was more than flexible enough to let Sean lie right down on top of his chest and abs while he plowed ass. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean, holding him close and stroking his back as Sean drove into him. They began kissing again, swapping tongues as the horny young top drove himself towards climax.

 

He pulled his head back, looked Jake right in the eyes, and said, “I’m going to cum – where do you want it?”

 

Jake was running on pure instinct now. “Right inside my ass. Fill my fucking hole, stud!” Sean reared up and began piledriving Jake, slamming into him forcefully, over and over again. Jake urged him on, saying, “fuck… fuck… fuck…” like a mantra. He could hear Sean’s breathing coming in short, harsh gasps, and he knew Sean was about to cum inside him. He also knew that he was about to cum himself. “Give it to me… give it to me… breed me… breed my fucking ass….”

 

Sean slammed all the way into Jake’s hole with a deep groan and began firing his load all the way inside the ass of his employer. Jake could feel each distinct convulsion of Sean’s cock in his hole. He lost count after about eight spurts, when the feeling triggered his own hands-free orgasm. All he knew was that Sean was still cumming inside him as his own cock leaped up and down, shooting his sperm across Sean’s abs and across his own chest.

 

Finally, Sean collapsed on top of him and they clung to each other, both gasping for air after the intensity of their sexual coupling. Jake had surprised himself by the intensity of his reactions. The thought even crossed his mind that he might have been missing out on something good by not bottoming more often.

 

Sean’s dick slid slowly out of his hole, and the younger guy flopped on the bed next to Jake, trying (and failing) to think of the words to express what a peak-level experience this had been for him.

 

They rolled to face each other, lips seeking lips, and kissed together for a long time, arms around each other. Jake finally said, “Wow. That was absolutely amazing – but I’m wiped, I really need to get some sleep.”

 

“Okay, old man. It’s after midnight, I guess you’re allowed.”

 

“Old man! Watch out, kid, I was just being nice tonight but once that ass of yours is back in commission I’ll show you just what this old man can do!” They both laughed. After a couple more lingering kisses, Jake pulled the covers over them and they fell asleep, face to face, holding each other close. Jake’s last thought, as he drifted off, was, “Have I just complicated my life, or what?”

 

 

[HunkeBBBotm]

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Part 4:  The Mystery Man Reappears

 

Over the next week or two, Jake and Sean became practically inseparable. Both in public and in private.

 

They came and went from work in Jake’s sleek sportscar, and inevitably ate lunch together in Jake’s office, giving rise to a great deal of comment (some of it jealous) among other members of the staff. The post-work visits to The Corner continued, twice a week at least, and caused even more jealousy. Numerous patrons who’d had their eye on Jake for a while were dismayed to find that they’d suddenly been cut out of the chase by the hot young stud with the killer Asiatic face and lean, muscular runner’s body.

 

Back in Jake’s apartment, a whole array of 24/7 cameras could scarcely have captured a moment when they weren’t attached to each other -- in some way or other. Sean continued creating incredible meals for dinner each night, but the rule about the kitchen not being big enough for two men seemed to have gone by the wayside. It wasn’t at all unusual now to find Jake helping out by washing the veggies while rubbing elbows with Sean at the chopping board. Or perhaps he’d be stirring a pan full of savoury sauce with Sean draped over his shoulder, “just to make sure that you’re doing it right.”

 

After dinner, they would cuddle up to watch a game or movie, or just sit and talk for hours. Or start the evening with an early shower. The guest bathroom and bedroom had been tidied up and put back in order for the next guest. Now, they showered together in the master suite, taking turns soaping and rinsing each other, or splashing each other in the face, or kissing. Or groping cock and grabbing ass. Or sucking and fucking. Then, after they’d towelled off, they’d retire to bed for more kissing, sucking, fucking, and breeding.

 

Jake had always had a high level of sexual endurance, but Sean was really testing him to his limits. The younger guy was a damn satyr -- always horny, always hard, and always eager for another round. One night, after he’d worn out Jake’s hole for three loads, Jake asked, “How the hell did you ever get such great grades in college if you were always busy fucking up a storm every night?”

 

Sean looked at him, quite seriously for once, and said, “It never got this crazy in college. I guess I was just never this turned on before.”

 

The guys found that they were falling easily into a routine in other areas of their life as well, from trips to their respective gyms to shopping.

 

All this time, no further news reports had surfaced of young men being abused, assaulted, or injured. The guy who’d had to be taken to the hospital was released and recovering at home, as the news reported. Jake had begun wondering if the assailant had left town or had been picked up by the police on another and unrelated charge. It didn’t seem unlikely, somehow.

 

All the same, he kept his guard up in public, and did his best to remain publicly visible in company at all times. Of course, having Sean in the role of “company” wasn’t hard to take at all. The younger man was still an awe-inspiring piece of eye candy, and it was kind of fun to walk along the street and watch all the other gay men’s heads swivelling at the sight of such a hot-looking couple. Daddy and his Boy they most certainly were not, although some of the more sarcastic onlookers no doubt made snide comments to that effect. Jake couldn’t help wondering, though, what would happen is Sean decided that it was time to move back to his own apartment.

 

The very next night after Jake first had that thought, as it happened, Sean said to Jake (during another extended shower), “My ass feels back to normal now. Do you think you’re ready to wreck it for me?”

 

“I don’t want to ruin your hole again, but I’ve been ready for your ass ever since the day you were hired. Turn around.”

 

Obediently, Sean spun around and planted his hands against the wall. Jake slid right up against him, wrapping his arms tightly around that lean, hard body and sliding his dick into the crack between those firm, round ass cheeks.

 

Sean moaned. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, that cock feels good in my crack.” He humped outwards with his hips as Jake began sliding up and down, rubbing his hard tool against Sean’s muscle butt. Then, he let go, slid all the way down onto his knees, and finally got to taste the hot young guy’s ass for the first time.

 

Damn, I’ve died and gone to heaven – that was the thought that ran through Jake’s mind as he slid his face deep into the furry crack, teasing the hole with his tongue. Kissing, licking, and sucking, Jake worked from side to side and up and down, going all around the tight hole and then digging right into it. It was over two weeks since the Mystery Man, as they now called him, had shredded Sean’s ass with his brutal assault, but Jake was hearing nothing but pleasure from his young friend and that convinced him, more than any words, that Sean was ready to take what he was dying to give.

 

He redoubled his pressure on the hole, and slid his tongue inside, stabbing inwards with it like a miniature sneak preview of the main event to follow. Sean moaned aloud, “Fuck, yeah,” and pushed his ass back even harder against Jake’s tongue. Jake kept working that tongue in and out of the hole until it began to loosen and open, then stood up and reached over Sean’s shoulder to the toiletry rack – and the small tube of lube waiting there alongside the shampoos and lotions.

 

First, he applied some to his fingers and slid them in, one at a time, pushing, twisting, and sliding. Sean was rising up on his toes, arching his back, doing everything he could to get something more, something bigger, inside his hole. Jake then drizzled some lube on his rock-hard dick and pressed it against the tight little hole. To his surprise, it opened readily and let his head in – then clamped down hard as soon as he got part of the shaft inside.

 

Undaunted, he started rotating his hips to work his cock into that tight hole like a corkscrew – and it worked. The eight-inch shaft slowly vanished inside Sean’s super-tight butt, bit by bit, until the whole thing was buried inside him. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean again and began teasing his nipples as he slowly drew his cock back out, then sank it all in again.

 

Sean moaned aloud as Jake worked his cock in and out. Jake muttered, “Damn, can’t remember when I’ve had to work so hard to screw a tight ass.”

 

Sean came back quietly with, “I just figured I should make you work for it.”

 

With that, Jake suddenly and forcefully slammed his tool all the way in, making Sean cry out. “That game works both ways,” he whispered wickedly in Sean’s ear.

 

Sean was now panting audibly as Jake began pumping harder and faster. His fingers were clawing at the wall as if he was afraid of losing his grip and falling down. The water continued pouring over them, and Jake’s hips made a wet smacking sound every time they hit Sean’s cheeks. Jake could tell this was going to be a quick first round for the evening. His breath was coming in shorter gasps too, as he drove harder and harder, whipping in and out of Sean’s hole and building up towards an epic breeding.

 

Sean could tell too. “Fuck, Jake, that’s terrific – don’t stop, you’re gonna make me cum.”

 

“I’m going to be right there with you. You better be ready for the old man to breed your hot young hole.”

 

“Yeah, fuck, yeah, give it to me! Give it….”

 

Sean’s words trailed off into a wordless guttural cry as his cock leaped up and shot cum right up the shower wall above his head. It kept pulsing and pumping out his seed as Jake drove in the last few high-speed strokes, his hips a flying blur as he slammed in and out and then gave a loud yell himself, thrusting as far in as he could go, forcing his cock deep inside and firing blasts of seed right up into Sean’s tight young guts.

 

It took a few minutes for their breathing to return to normal. At last, Jake turned off the shower, and then slowly extracted his still-hard cock from Sean’s ass. A stream of cum poured out after it as the well-fucked hole took its time to close. Sean slowly turned around and leaned back against the wall, a dazed, all-gone look on his face.

 

“You okay, Sean?”

 

Slowly, the younger guy answered. “My hole’s fine. And me, I’m a lot more than okay. I’ve never had a sensational fuck like that before and I’ve never cum hands-free when I’ve been bottoming. If I’d known it could be this amazing, I’d have been doing it a lot more often.”

 

“That’s just the way I felt, the first night you sneaked into my room and fucked me.”

 

They both chuckled. Jake picked up the towel, but instead of dropping it into Sean’s outstretched hand, he began drying that athletic body himself. It seemed only fair, then, for Sean to grab the other towel and return the favour once Jake was finished. There was also a lot of kissing going on while they dried each other off.

 

They went to bed, then, and passed some more prolonged time kissing and stroking each other until both of their cocks began to refill for a second round. This time, Sean felt like mounting on top of Jake and riding his cock, facing his partner while Jake lay back and enjoyed the view.

 

The view was pretty awesome, and that was no lie. Sean had an amazing way of curling his abs each time he pulled up, so his shoulders remained still but his hips still rose and fell on Jake’s tool. Watching those abs flex each time Sean rose up was a real sight for sore eyes. Watching Sean’s impressive cock bouncing in front of him, rock-hard and dripping pre-cum, made just as fine a spectacle.

 

Jake let him have his way for a while, but then he began to concentrate on the sensation of that tight hole stroking his dick, and decided it was time to take charge again. He grasped Sean’s hips and held them still while he began driving his cock straight up into the younger guy’s ass, pounding his hole vertically while Sean grabbed his own tool and began jerking it like a madman. Once again, they came right together, Jake’s load pumping up into Sean’s colon while Sean fired his cum all over Jake’s face, pecs, and abs.

 

After he’d exhausted his supply of cum, Sean collapsed across Jake’s chest, while Jake’s cock slowly softened and then slipped out of his overworked ass. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean’s chest while they kissed some more, and then slowly rolled onto his side until they were lying side by side again, still kissing and stroking each other’s sweat-sheened bodies.

 

After a time, Sean finally got sleepy. Jake lay awake a little while after Sean fell asleep, thinking. He was no fool. He realized that the younger guy was falling for him – and he was enough of a realist to admit that he was falling in love too. What he couldn’t decide was if he was an old fool for falling for a younger man, or if this really was meant to happen.

 

On Friday of that week, they were sitting at their usual booth seats in the corner of The Corner, working through their drinks and not talking about anything major -- when Sean suddenly tensed and grabbed Jake’s hand across the table. He leaned closer, and said quietly, “Don’t make a noise, but just turn slowly around and look who walked in the door.”

 

Jake turned and looked. The first thing he noticed was what was recognizably his own face, looking around the bar. He quickly scanned down and recognized that the stranger was the same height as him, but heavier through the waist and hips – not with overweight, but with the sort of strength that comes from doing hard manual labour for years. As the man’s eyes swept towards him, Jake turned back to Sean, who was shrinking into the corner, trying to stop the man from seeing him. He didn’t need to say a word for Jake to know at once that this was the Mystery Man who had all but raped Sean in the woods, an event which had led Sean and him to become a couple.

 

And – impossible as it seemed – the Mystery Man looked just like he could be Jake’s twin brother.

 

 

[HunkeBBBotm]

If this mystery man can be tamed it would be great for Sean to have Jake and his doppelgänger be his regular breeders. Keep that cunt dripping with fresh seed. I mean two big dicked studs who look identical fucking your holes every day. Come on. Who hasn’t dreamt of that?  

[daddybear54]

2 hours ago, HunkeBBBotm said:

I mean two big dicked studs who look identical fucking your holes every day. Come on. Who hasn’t dreamt of that?  

Just remember that Sean gives as good as he gets. Two hot holes waiting to be fucked and filled every day would make it even better!

[cockhoney]

Loving this story! Keep the chapters coming!

[daddybear54]

Part 5:  The Menace

 

 

For a moment, Jake was shocked into silence by the all-but-identical appearance of the Mystery Man. The shock wore off in a hurry, though, when Sean muttered, “Oh, crap, he’s spotted me and he’s coming over.”

 

The stranger arrived, grinning at Sean, and said, “Hey, there, sexy. Back for more?”

 

Sean decided not to piss him off right away. “Least you could do is tell me your name, if you’re going to act like an old friend.”

 

“Jim.”

 

“And I’m Sean.”

 

“I know.”

 

That rattled both Sean and Jake. The man grinned at Sean’s discomfort, and then turned to Jake.

 

“Well, if it isn’t my long-lost brother!”

 

Sean’s jaw dropped. Jake held his face immobile as he replied, “What makes you think I’m your brother?”

 

“Uh-uh. I don’t think you’re my brother – I know you are.”

 

“I don’t have a brother – just a sister, much younger.”

 

Jim kept grinning. Jake realized that there was a definite element of malicious mischief in that grin, a sense that the cat was playing the mice before killing them.

 

“Oh, yes, I know. I’ve met her. I’ve met our mother too. I see that there are some important things she’s never told you. You know, Jake, you really should be a little more careful about being too damn sure of yourself. There are probably a lot more things in the world that you don’t know.”

 

Jake’s nerves were winding him up. “So, what do you want?”

 

Jim replied, “Oh, I don’t want anything from you – yet. I just wanted to let my friend here, Sean, my little fuck buddy – you knew all about that, too, I bet – I just wanted to warn him that hanging around with you is maybe not the best thing for his health. You know that old expression, ‘playing with fire,’ don’t you, Sean? Getting too close to Jake might be very bad for you. Just thought I’d give you a friendly tip. And let me know if you want to hook up with me again. You enjoyed it the last time, as I recall.”

 

Sean blushed. But then he decided enough was enough. “No, I don’t want to. And no, I didn’t enjoy it. And just for the record, Jake might not be as violent as you but he’s easily ten times the man you are, in bed and out.”

 

A momentary look of savage anger flashed across Jim’s face, just for a split second, and then that smooth, sardonic grin was back, like a mask that had temporarily slipped.

 

“We’ll see. When the time comes, I think you’ll change your mind – and once Jake is out of the picture, you will enjoy it.”

 

With that, he turned away and sauntered over to the bar to get a drink. Jake and Sean stared at each other. Neither of them had missed the menace, the threat behind Jim’s words. But neither of them wanted to let him think he’d gotten to them. So Sean signalled the waiter, and they ordered another round. Then they talked about indifferent matters, while Sean kept half an eye on Jim’s movements. At last, Jim upended his bottle and then sauntered out the exit, throwing another clearly lustful grin at Sean as he went.

 

Sean heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Okay, he’s gone.”

 

“It’s too bad you lost it and took a dig at him. I saw the look he gave you when you did that.”

 

“So did I. But, Jake, let’s face it, whatever’s eating him, he’s already plenty mad at you anyway.”

 

“I have no idea why. I was telling the truth, you know. If he is my brother, and not just playing on a freaky chance resemblance, I never knew he existed. When we get home, I’m going to call my mother.”

 

An hour or so later, Jake put down his phone and turned to Sean, who was sitting beside him on the living room couch.

 

“Well?”

 

“All she would say was that she had a lot to tell me, and it would be better to tell me in person. I’ll have to go see her tomorrow. Sorry, I know we were planning on going hiking, but I think this takes precedence.”

 

“Long trip?”

 

“She’s in Garrisville. About 90 minutes each way.”

 

Sean got up and shifted to sit beside Jake, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Of course you have to go. It’s obvious now that she knows something at least, and that suggests Jim was telling the truth. The hike will still be there another time.”

 

“I feel bad, letting you down like that. This is getting decidedly scary.”

 

“I know – and for me, too. Look, Jake, no matter what happens with Jim, we’re in this together and we face it together. Okay? We’ve got to have each other’s backs all the way.”

 

Jake turned and hugged Sean fiercely. “You’re right, Sean. No question there – I need you. I need you.”

 

“And I need you, Jake. That’s why we do this as a team.”

 

The next morning, as Jim was getting ready to leave, he kissed Sean and gave him another clinging hug. “Listen, Sean, when you go out for your run, please stick to the main streets. No parks, no trails. Who knows where that psycho might be lurking?”

 

Sean was inclined to demur, insisting that he would be all right, but he saw the look in Jake’s eyes. Jake was genuinely fearful for him, for his safety, even before worrying about his own. As soon as he realized that fear, Sean forgot about arguing. “All right, I will. And you drive carefully. I’ll see you later.”

 

Jake was on edge for the whole of the 90-minute drive to Garrisville, not knowing what awaited him. When he reached his mother’s apartment building, he buzzed her, waited until she called down, then said, “It’s Jake,” and she buzzed him in.

 

Once he had greeted her and kissed her, she sat down in the living room behind a tray with coffee and cookies, and Jake sat down opposite her. She poured coffee, offered him the plate of cookies, and then silence fell. He looked at his mother expectantly.

 

“It’s so hard to know where to begin.”

 

“Let’s start with this Jim guy, then.”

 

She heaved a sigh. “All right. Yes, dear, Jim McManus really is your brother – your twin brother.”

 

“You’ve never told me this.”

 

“There didn’t seem much point. It all happened at a time when adoption records where I lived were sealed and then destroyed after 10 years. I honestly never expected to see him again.”

 

“Go on, mom.”

 

Jake listened intently as the story emerged in stages. He could picture it all: the strait-laced small town, the strict religious parents, the life shorn of any joy or excitement or colour or – or even any fun. Then, the handsome, unsuitable stranger. Italian, Catholic, fun-loving, amusing – oh, yes, he’d had an easy time sweeping her off her feet. Eloping at 19, then pregnant at 20, and then the discovery that the pregnancy was twins – and the fears because they were living on a shoestring.

 

“I confided my fears in Tony,” she went on. “When I got home from my cashier’s job the next day, he was gone. He’d cleaned out our bank account, sold the car, and just vanished. And I never saw him again.”

 

Then her parents stepped in to handle the mess, taking her back home, but keeping her on a shorter string than ever. The birth of the identical twin boys, the one put up for adoption, the other one going with her when they married her off to a worthy, upright member of the church.

 

“So your father didn’t actually die – as far as I know. By now, he could have. You were baptized Jacob Featherston, and that’s something else I never told you. Your stepfather, Jonah -- he was the one who died, when you were three years old. I was out on my own again, but at least, this time, with a decent estate to keep me afloat. I got out of that hateful town, and came north to Devonston to live, bringing you with me. There, I fell in love again. It was Enrico Bianchi – another Italian Catholic, looking very like Tony. We married, and I gave you his surname. Rico was really the only one of your three fathers that you ever knew.”

 

Jake felt like he wanted to get up, walk around the table, and give his mother a huge hug, pat her on the back, assure her that it didn’t matter to him and he wasn’t angry at her for holding back. But she was still going on.

 

“How Jim ever found me, after all that, I have no idea. He contacted me a few months back, told me who he was, and asked to see me. I took Catherine with me, and by now you’ll have realized that she is only your step-sister. We met for coffee, and he spoke very kindly and civilly to me – but I smelled a rat. I think it was the experience with Tony that left me with a sixth sense for trouble. And I sensed right away that Jim was a bad ‘un. I’d decided that I wasn’t going to tell him about you. It was Catherine who told him that he had a twin brother, that you were living in Devonston, and that you were a pervert.”

 

“You know how much I dislike that term, mother.”

 

“It’s just my upbringing coming out in me. Why you couldn’t have chosen to be a respectable married man with a wife and children….”

 

“Like my birth father?”

 

“That’s hardly fair.”

 

“The term, mother, is ‘gay’. Just please remember that -- and use it. And remember that it’s not a choice!”

 

An awkward silence ensued. Finally, his mother spoke again.

 

“I take it that you have some reason for coming to see me and asking about your brother.”

 

“Yes. He ran me down in Devonston, yesterday, when I was having a couple of drinks after work with my… with a friend. Speaking of it being not a choice to be gay, Jim is gay too. How do I know? Because my friend had already had an encounter with him – a rather violent one. There have been other incidents too, I won’t go into the details. The point is that I think you were right in tagging him as a “bad ‘un” – I’d go further and say “violent, possibly psychotic” – and I am afraid that he is targeting me, and my friend.”

 

“From the way you keep calling him your friend, I assume you mean your sex partner.”

 

“Among other things, yes. That’s not the point. The point is that I think my brother is violent, possibly dangerous, and certainly he’s dangerous to me if he keeps doing things – because we look almost alike. I know now that we share common DNA, and I could easily end up getting blamed and maybe with a conviction, jail time, and a record for anything bad that he chooses to do. I’m going to the police on Monday morning, because his language yesterday was threatening, in an insinuating kind of way, and I need to draw him to their attention. And if he contacts you again, I want you to make sure you contact the police here and get them to pass the word on to the police in Devonston.”

 

And with that, Jake got up to take his leave. The drive home was both tedious and unnerving. He was now more sure than ever that Jim’s intentions were both malicious and violent. He was also worried, both about whether he could trust his mother if Jim should contact her, and even more about whether Sean would be all right when he got home. It was becoming increasingly clear to him that he couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to Sean, and that he also couldn’t contemplate the possibility of life without Sean.

 

Jake knew perfectly well what that meant, but it was a surprising and not altogether pleasant discovery. He’d managed to live his life so far, having a grand old time, enjoying the gorgeous penthouse he’d inherited from his well-to-do stepfather, Rico (it had been an investment, not a family home), and hooking up with a whole string of hot, sexy, horny men in a series of one night stands, brief flings, and serially monogamous (or otherwise) relationships that lasted anywhere from a few months to a year or so. In all that time, he’d never looked much further ahead than the next hot guy. He’d never, but never, let himself get trapped and taken off the market.

 

Now, all of a sudden, he found himself thinking in more permanent terms (or at least long-range terms) and it disconcerted him mightily. It was almost frightening to realize that he not only was imagining being tied down to one man, but that he actually wanted to be. He had no idea why it should have been Sean in particular who affected him in this way, and he couldn’t imagine any possible reason that wouldn’t apply to any of his previous stands, flings, or relationships. Well, other than the fact that Sean was a killer chef, but that couldn’t be the whole story. Could it?

 

Nobody had ever acquainted Jake with the old saying that the heart has its reasons, which reason cannot comprehend.

 

He got home at three o’clock and was hugely relieved to find everything okay at the penthouse. Sean issued him strict marching orders to stay out of the kitchen after 5:30, and not to make any loud noises or do anything in the way of physical exertion which might create bumps or bangs. The reason became clear when he sat down to dinner and Sean presented a magnificently tall and fluffy cheese souffle, paired with ratatouille and a salad. After the meal was finished, Jake went down on one knee with a sweeping, dramatic gesture, seized Sean’s hand, kissed it, and said, “My compliments to the chef!”

 

After they both had a good laugh over Jake’s theatrics, and after the dishes were cleaned and put away, they sat down together and Jake recalled his lengthy talk with his mother. Sean nodded as the points were covered, one by one, and then said, “Well, that certainly explains why I thought you were the man who ripped my hole open in Greenwoods Park that day.”

 

“Sure does. I hope I’ve convinced you now that it wasn’t me.”

 

“You have, some time ago. He didn’t even try to kiss me. Whereas you….”

 

Sean’s words trailed off as Jake chose that exact moment to start kissing him.

 

Since the weather forecast was good for the next day, a Sunday, they decided to reschedule their hike for the morning. They drove out from town to Riverbend County Park, about half an hour south, and took a steep trail that climbed to the bluffs above the river for a panoramic view of the valley. It was a good, brisk walk up the side of the gorge, and the sun, fresh air, and exercise gave them an enormous appetite. Sean pulled some tubs of veggie sticks, hummus, sliced cheese, and kielbasa out of his backpack, and Jake produced a couple of bottles of a good craft brew from the cold pocket of his pack. After lunch, they laid back on a rock for perhaps half an hour, with their shirts off to enjoy the warm sun. As they were lying there, their hands met and clasped.

 

“This is so perfect and peaceful,” Sean said.

 

“Perfect day is right. I was just imagining us doing naughty things to each other here.”

 

“Oh, really? And what kind of naughty things did you have in mind, Mr. Bianchi?”

 

“Nothing kinky. Just picturing you on your back, with your legs up over my shoulders, and me thrusting my hard cock into your tight ass – then lying down right on top of you and kissing you, sliding my tongue in your mouth while I slide my cock inside your beautiful body and then pump your sweet ass full of my hot cum.”

 

Sean rolled on his side and gave Jake a wicked grin. “Well, why don’t we? Sounds like fun. I always enjoy fooling around outdoors.”

 

“Because there are too many hikers coming and going. I like doing it outdoors too, but not as a public show. You may or may not believe this, but I do have some limits.”

 

They both laughed at that. After lying there a while longer, they got up, gathered their things, and they hiked back down to the car.

 

As they got there, Jake pulled up his phone, scanned his notifications, and then gave a low whistle of surprise as a news alert popped up. Short and to the point, it said that another young man had been found an hour earlier in Greenwoods Park in Devonston, sexually assaulted, brutally beaten, and seriously injured. This time, the news had a bad ending; he had been pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital.

 

Jake and Sean stared at each other, wide-eyed. For a couple of beautiful hours, they’d managed to just enjoy the perfect weather and each other’s company, and they had forgotten all about Jake’s brother. The news brought them back down to earth with a bump.

 

There was no question now that Jim was totally out of control.

 

 

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though the darkness of the story I am loving it

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Part 6:  Crisis

 

 

On the Monday morning after his visit with his mother, Jake turned up bright and early at the police station and explained to the reception officer who he was and why he was there. He’d expected to go alone, but Sean had also booked off work and came with him. He also explained his experience, and why the matter concerned him.

 

In short order, they were passed along to one of the detectives investigating the rape/murder, and Jake was surprised when it turned out to be Brian, a young, studly officer who’d had a thing with him for a few months, some years earlier. Nor did Sean have any objections, since he found Brian, impressive even in a business suit, to be well worth a second look in any company.

 

However, when Brian spoke, it was another matter. “Well, look who we have here. How’ve you been, Daddy?”

 

Jake just about choked on a greeting, and Sean laughed outright. A little wearily, Jake answered him, “Just fine, thanks, Brian, but I’m here with my friend, Sean, on a business matter.”

 

“So I understood. Sean, right? Nice catch, Daddy!” Jake was about to file a vocal protest, but Brian went right on with the work at hand. “Best way to do this is to start from the beginning.”

 

Speaking succinctly, Jake explained about his visit to the Suds’n’Studs, and how he’d been thrown out by Bill. He then handed the figurative speaking stick to Sean, who told about his brutal experience with Jim in Greenwoods Park, and his later misidentification of Jake as the man responsible.

 

At this point, Brian’s eyebrows went up and he began scribbling notes much faster, muttering under his breath. He asked for details, and Sean explained more precisely where it happened.

 

“Ah, the infamous rock. You said his name is Jim? He’s far from being the only guy who likes to head there, and you’re sure not the only bottom who’s ever been bent over that boulder.”

 

“Including you, I assume?” Jake’s voice had taken on a dangerous tone of sweetness. Brian said nothing, but the grin on his face spoke volumes. “I thought so,” Jake added triumphantly.

 

But Brian was back to focusing on the matter at hand. “Did he injure you at all?”

 

Sean stopped laughing and picked up the thread of his tale. “A couple of minor bruises from slapping, but he really wrecked my hole – ripped me pretty badly. I had to go to emergency the next day, and even with meds it took a couple of weeks to heal.”

 

Brian was scribbling more notes. “I’ll talk to the prosecutor to see if we can add another charge on. There may be some charges coming over the guy who had to be hospitalized, too. Okay, so next?”

 

Sean briefly covered how he had suggested to Jake that he move in and act as a kind of permanent witness. Brian laughed outright at this point.

 

“I don’t know which of you was smarter, Jake for realizing that you were right and he did need to cover his ass, or you for taking advantage of it to land him. Pretty smooth work, Sean!”

 

Sean at least had the grace to blush at that, but it didn’t matter since he’d already admitted as much to Jake on that memorable first night. He then went on and described how he had spotted Jim at The Corner, and he and Jake together told Brian about that first unpleasant encounter, and about the veiled threats Jim had made.

 

“That’s good stuff to have. Shows that he was malicious and acting with intent, not just on impulse, when he invaded your home.”

 

 Jake then took up the story with his visit to his mother, and everything he learned from her. Brian whistled at the revelation that Jake actually had a twin brother.

 

“Wow! And there’s no doubt that he’s your brother, is there?”

 

“Well, short of a DNA test, I’m pretty certain. You’d have to see him to realize just how alike we are. The only difference is that he’s bigger through the midsection – not a lot, but enough to look different. I’d say that he’s got longshoreman or construction worker muscles, and I have gym muscles.”

 

“Oh, yeah, have you ever got gym muscles! Not a bad image, that. Plus, there’s the way he fooled Sean. Okay, I guess we can regard that as pretty much of a certainty, although we might need to do DNA testing if it turns into an issue later on.”

 

Jake then wrapped up, by describing their hiking trip to Riverbend and how they found out about the dead victim just as they returned to their car in the parking lot there. 

 

Brian said, “Also good to know. If we can get some other people who were there as witnesses, that will place you miles away from the spot. The defence will almost certainly try on the mistaken-identity thing to pin the blame for that one on you, so we’ll cover those angles all we can.”

 

“Thanks. That’s good to know.”

 

“By the way, none of what I’m saying here is official. Strictly speaking off the record. That’s up to the prosecution to decide. But if you really think he’s going to try to get at you, I have an idea how we could use that to grab him. Especially because it seems that he always comes out of the woodwork on a weekend. It’s just a thought, but here’s my idea.”

 

When he outlined his plan, Jake and Sean both agreed that it sounded like a good idea.

 

“Okay, then,” Brian said, “leave it with me and I’ll work out the logistics. And thanks, both of you, for coming in. We’ve had absolutely no leads at all to go on with this case, and what you’ve just handed me isn’t only a solid lead – it’s gold. Nice to meet you, Sean. Great to see you again, Daddy.”

 

They said goodbye and walked sedately out of the police station and down the street. But as soon as they turned the corner, Sean crumpled right up in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

 

“Oh, my God, that was hilarious! Easy to see you two know each other already, ‘Daddy’!”

 

“Sean, don’t call me that unless you want to sleep in the bathtub with no covers tonight.”

 

“Fuck, that was sooo funny! When did you two…?”

 

“I can’t remember exactly, call it four or five years. It didn’t last too long. Sure, he’s hot, but that whole ‘Daddy’ thing is not one of my favourite roles to play. And Brian wanted to play it 24/7 – not just in bed. Talk about way too much of a good thing.”

 

Sean laughed again. “I agree about the good thing. He’s a real hottie.”

 

Now it was Jake’s turn to laugh. “Maybe so, but you’re far, and I mean faaar too young for him. He only hooked up with me because I had a beard at the time, and it made me look older than I really was.”

 

Now laughing together, they got into the car and headed off to a belated start of the workday. But they were both thinking the same thing, that they were really lucky to have gotten Brian as the officer who interviewed them. Telling the whole story to a straight police officer would have been twice as hard, taken five times as long, and been ten times as awkward.

 

Walking into the office together at 11:00 in the morning is not exactly a recommended way to make a quiet sneak entrance. Doing it hand in hand is almost the equivalent of blowing a trumpet to announce the Grand Arrival – and the rest of the staff piled on quickly, with all kinds of ribald comments about being unable to get out of bed or wondering who took too long to reach the finish line this time. Jake and Sean did their best to smile through it all, but underneath they were too nervous to relax into the horseplay.

 

And sure enough, when they got to Jake’s office, there was the director of HR waiting for them. She favoured them with a lecture loaded with choice comments about punctuality, dedication to work, out-of-control social life, office favouritism, undue influence, and other such topics, and left them to chew on it at length. Which they promptly forgot about. After all, as Jake said later, he had no trouble at all with carrying the household bills for a few months, if need be, if either (or both) of them had to look for another position. In any case, they had far bigger problems on their minds.

 

The rest of the week passed off without anything noteworthy happening, but Friday was another matter. On their regular visit to The Corner, trouble reared its head in the form of a handsome young blond twink who took a real shine to Sean and started flirting with him. Sean was open to the idea of a little flirtation, maybe more, but he didn’t know how Jake would feel about that. So when the kid, whose name was Luke, went off to the bathroom for a minute, Sean sounded Jake out.

 

Jake’s response was, “If you want to go have some fun with him, feel free.”

 

But Sean could tell from the tone of his voice that he wasn’t too happy with the idea. So when Luke came back, Sean turned off the charm, and finally said bluntly, “Sorry, Luke, not tonight.”

 

After Luke left, Jake asked, “What just happened? I thought you were interested in him?”

 

Sean answered honestly, “I was – a little. But I didn’t know how you’d feel about that, so that’s why I asked you. I want us to be always open and above-board about these things with each other. And you sounded not-too-happy, so I just switched it off.”

 

“I’m sorry, Sean. The last thing I want to do is curb your fun if you want to go out on your own – really.”

 

Sean thought for a moment, and then said, “Maybe I want to be pulled back. To you.”

 

“Do you feel you’re moving away from me?”

 

“It’s the stress from worrying about Jim. It’s getting to me, so I know it must be getting to you even more.”

 

“It’s getting to me too. Look, I understand that you still want to be able to play around, and I feel that way at times too. But I just think that right now is not the time, not with Jim on the loose – and it being the weekend, just as we discussed with Brian.”

 

Sean had the grace to look a bit shame-faced. “Sorry, Jake, I’d forgotten all about the weekend thing. But you’re right, it’s not a good time.”

 

Jake wanted to smooth the waters over, so he said, “Hey, that Luke kid is definitely cute. Once we get through this mess and we’re in the clear from it, let’s come back, find him, and do a three-way with him.”

 

Sean smiled and said, “Thanks for keeping me on an even keel, and for keeping things real between us.”

 

Jake tossed back the end of his drink. “Want to go home and get more real?”

 

Sean grinned. “You have to ask?”

 

Twenty minutes later, they were undressed and in bed, with Jake busily eating away at Sean’s ass while Sean sucked his dick in a hot 69. Sean’s moans as Jake’s tongue probed his hole created a great vibration on the head of Jake’s cock and gave him the shivers every time he pushed deep into Sean’s throat.

 

“Fuck, I want that cock in me now,” Sean said as he pulled off Jake’s cock. He immediately spun around, planted the cockhead at his hole, and started to sit down on it.

 

“Fuck, yeah, sit on me,” Jake moaned as Sean pushed down onto his shaft, stretching his hole open and taking Jake’s big boner all the way into his body in one quick slide down the length. Almost at once he began moving, riding on that cock, bouncing up and down with the length penetrating all the way inside him each time he came down. He loved fucking himself like this on Jake’s cock. He loved the feel of control as the shaft slid in and out of his hole, while he used his ass muscles to stroke it. But it never lasted very long. The angle was too perfect – Jake’s cockhead was bumping against his prostate on every stroke, and Sean’s cock was bouncing and drooling like crazy as he fucked himself.

 

Jake could see for himself that Sean was getting close to exploding from riding him bareback, and he still wanted Sean to be able to go crazy inside his ass, so he gasped, “Don’t shoot. I want you to fuck me next!”

 

But Sean was beyond stopping. He was so turned on, and Jake’s dick was doing such a thorough number on him, that there was no chance of delaying the inevitable. As he speeded up his riding motions even more, his dick suddenly jolted upright and shot off a huge squirt of cum into the air. It landed with a splat right across Jake’s face. Six more shots followed in rapid succession, coming down all over Jake’s pecs, abs, and finally down to his navel as the last and smallest pulse dribbled out.

 

By that time, the repeated pressure on Jake’s cock from Sean’s ass muscles clamping down in his wild orgasm had done its dirty work, and Jake groaned aloud as his load sprayed up into Sean’s hole, his sperm pumping deep into that hot young ass. Sean slowly ground to a halt, as both of them gasped for breath.

 

At last, Jake got enough control to say, laughing, “Dammit, I told you not to shoot. I wanted you to fuck me and breed me next.”

 

Sean chuckled, and replied, “Sorry, but I couldn’t help it. You know how that big cock of yours turns me on. But I’m sure I’ve got another load in me, I just need a few minutes to recover.” Then he leaned down to lick his cum off of Jake’s face and abs, sharing it with him in a sloppy, wet, snowball kiss.

 

Jake laughed again. “Yeah, I need a bit of time too – not as young as I used to be. I always love cumming while you’re pounding me, and then feeling you loading me up.”

 

Sean’s face turned serious. “It’s odd.”

 

“What is?”

 

“I never used to enjoy bottoming that much before I met you. And I never, ever let anyone cum in me. Now, I’ll do it with you every chance I get – and when I do, inside me is the only place I want your cum to end up.”

 

“Sean, I’m just the same. For years before you came into my life, I was total-top-only with every guy I met. But having you fuck me and shoot inside me is such an enormous thrill, I can’t imagine why I never liked it before.”

 

By now, Sean had pulled off Jake’s cock, and they were lying down together, cuddling, and kissing, and resting, since they knew a second round was on the program.  And after about 20 minutes, the intermission ended. Sean’s cock began to refill and Jake’s wasn’t far behind it.

 

This time, Sean took charge because he knew how Jake liked that. “Okay, roll over, flat on your face and spread your legs.”

 

Jake did as instructed, and Sean dived right into his ass crack. Pulling Jake’s muscle mounds apart with both hands, he pushed his way in and began lapping at Jake’s hole, sucking on it, pushing his tongue right inside and stabbing inwards with little thrusts. He loved the way Jake’s lightly furred ass rubbed his face. Actually, Sean loved all of Jake’s body hair – the dusting of fur on his pecs, the treasure trail down over his abs, the scruffy hair on his arms and legs. Jake was all man, and with the hair – just enough, not a full fur coat -- he seemed all natural. Sean thought that Jake was the sexiest man he’d ever seen. His friends could keep their gym bunnies who spent a small fortune in time and money trying to get and hold onto the smooth look.

 

While Sean was thinking these thoughts and working away at Jake’s hole, Jake was getting louder and more vocal by the minute, twisting and writhing on the bed, and muttering, “Fuck… fuck…fuck….” The exquisite tongue torture didn’t let up for a second. But finally Jake lost patience. “Damn it, Sean, I need your cock in me now before I go crazy.”

 

As soon as Sean heard that, he lifted off and slid forward, moving his cockhead right into Jake’s crack and placing his torso directly above Jake’s beautifully shaped back. He reached down with one hand to place the tip directly on the target, and then leaned down, wiggling a bit until the head slipped in. Then, after another minute’s time spent waiting, he slowly added more pressure and sank right down into Jake’s ass, all the way into the fuck tunnel until he was lying right on his partner’s back, with full body contact.

 

Both of them loved this position. The closeness of their muscular bodies, being practically glued to each other, was a huge turn-on. Once Sean felt Jake’s ass relax a bit more, he began slowly humping, with only the slightest of rising and falling motions at the hips.

 

That slow speed didn’t last. Sean was gearing up quickly, going from first gear to second to third, getting faster and faster as he reached max speed and shifted into overdrive. His hips were a blur, the smacks as they slammed against Jake’s ass cheeks rattling out a rapid tattoo of fuck sounds. Jake was groaning almost nonstop from the speed and power of Sean’s fucking.

 

By this time, Sean was doing full push-ups on Jake’s ass. He knew that he couldn’t hold off much longer at this speed, and was thinking of slowing down, but Jake moaned, “Don’t stop, fuck me harder!” He did his best to oblige, and that was a challenge, but he rose to it magnificently. Both of them were so intensely turned on that even this second round was going to end quickly.

 

He could feel his cum mounting up his shaft and getting ready to spray into Jake. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna cum in you!”

 

“Yeah, that’s it, use my hole, dump your cum in my ass. Cum inside me!”

 

Sean grunted a few times as his entire body tensed up, then with a yell he let it fly. His second load, even bigger than the first, jetted into Jake’s body in a series of intense spurts, his cock flexing like a mad thing, stretching Jake’s tight anus as he spewed his seed. Then he collapsed on top of Jake again, with his cock still buried all the way inside Jake as the final dribbles of cum oozed out.

 

But Jake hadn’t cum yet. He planted his right foot on the bed and shoved hard, forcing both of them to roll onto their left sides. Then he got his hand on his cock and began jerking it. The precum was oozing out of the head in large amounts and they both knew that he was going to reach his peak soon.

 

Sean pulled out of his ass, flopped onto his back, and called, “Over here! Cum on my face!” Jake scrambled up, turned around, and aimed his dick squarely at Sean’s face as Sean lay there, panting. That sight of his partner’s sweat-coated body did it for Jake, as usual, and his load quickly moved into firing position. He moved closer, jerking like a madman, Sean stuck his tongue out, and when the first spurt came it landed squarely in Sean’s mouth. Other shots followed, hitting him in various places around his face. At last, Jake finished shooting and flopped down alongside Sean. Then he roused himself, cleaned up Sean’s face and fed him the cum in another snowball.

 

After a long breathless pause, Sean spoke. “We should probably get up and shower – both our asses are leaking.”

 

Jake replied, “Oh, fuck it. I’ll change and wash the sheets in the morning.” And they fell asleep just like that, Sean lying spread-eagled on his back, and Jake on his face, with his arm flung out across Sean’s chest.

 

On Saturday morning, Sean awoke very early, just at sunrise. Slipping out of bed without waking Jake, he went into the bathroom for a quick cleanup from the night before, and then pulled on his shirt, running shorts, socks, and shoes. Rather than look for Jake’s keys, he just grabbed the spares from the hook and went quietly out, pulling the door carefully shut. Then he rode the elevator to the lobby, and headed out for his run, throwing a brief glance at the new doorman who looked, he thought, vaguely familiar.

 

Half an hour or so later, Jake awoke, thinking it was still too dark. He went to roll over and found that his arms had been pulled out to full length and attached to the bedposts – it felt like it was done with zip ties. Then he found that his legs were equally stretched and tied down. He opened his mouth to shout and realized that there was a gag stuffed in his mouth. And that was when he figured out that the unseasonal darkness was a black hood pulled down low over his head.

 

He squirmed and twisted on the bed, and found it was useless – he couldn’t move at all.

 

A familiar voice came to him, laced with equal parts sarcasm and rage. Jim. “Well, well, look at this beautiful turkey bird, all trussed and ready for the roasting pan.”

 

Jake emitted a grunt of rage. It was all he could do.

 

“Oh, you might as well save your breath and save your strength. I’ve taken very good care that you aren’t going to get loose.”

 

Jake squirmed again.

 

“I watched your pretty little boyfriend heading out for his run before I jumped the lock. Really, those door locks are a joke. They teach you how to get past that kind in the first week of Year One Criminal U at the slammer. I tell you, though, he was looking mighty good. Same outfit he had on the first time I fucked him. It really shows off his ass well.”

 

Jake grunted.

 

“I’ll bet you wanted to know why I’m doing this. I’ll be glad to tell you in detail. After all, you won’t be around to tell any tales once I’ve finished with you. And neither will your cute boytoy. So, here’s the story.”

 

The story, Jake thought, was just what you’d expect – a guy who’d been dealt a bad hand to start, and then blamed everyone but himself for the way life kept walking all over him. A history of rotten adoptive family, violent crime, prison time, and violent sex – it was all just what you’d expect. But then he came to arriving in Devonston.

 

“So I came here, and tracked down mom – and then you, and Catherine. I’d been surprised to find out I was one of a pair of twins. They’re never supposed to be separated, but we were. I started checking you out, and soon found out all about you. Swanning around town in a hot Porsche, flashing the designer duds, living in this palatial condo that came from your stepdaddy, and laying every hot dude that took your eye.

 

“Jealous? You bet I was. But the last straw, that was when you took on that young cutie, Sean. He’s the one guy I did since I came here who actually enjoyed it. Oh, yeah, he did – he wouldn’t tell you that, but that little fucker was moaning all over the place and actually came hands free while I was fucking him. But he went for you.

 

“That’s when I realized that I could get rid of you, both of you, easy as pie, and live the life of Reilly here in your palace. We’re identical twins. Who’d ever know the difference? So that’s the story, and here I am.”

 

At that moment, there came the sound of the front door clicking shut. Jake wished he could yell a warning, but of course he was gagged. Jim whispered, “Back in a minute.”

 

Jake could only guess. He heard a gasp of surprise. Then there came a couple of beeps, and a couple of small bumps and bangs which he couldn’t interpret. Then he heard Sean’s voice, “What the…. Jake, are you okay?”

 

He nodded violently, hoping Sean could see his head move.

 

“Let me get you untied.”

 

Jake shook his head violently. All he wanted was for Sean to clear out, get away, go call the police, do something. He jerked his head to the left over his shoulder several times, trying to signify to Sean to get the hell out of the room and go for help.

 

But it was too late. He heard a quiet thump, then a louder series of thumps. And then came Jim’s voice again. “There! Now I’ve got both of you right where I want you.”

 

There followed some more indeterminate sounds, rustling and scraping, and then the bed suddenly jerked and swayed as a weight was dropped next to him. He knew what that was.

 

Jim spoke again, still in that same mixture of glee and rage. “Just so you know what’s going on here, I’ve gotten your boyfriend undressed so he’ll be just as naked as you are. And I’m going to tie him down, right beside you, face down, same as you. It’ll make things easier if I want to fuck you both before I start carving you up.”

 

His footsteps receded down the hall – no need for him to be quiet now. There came an assortment of bangs and bumps, some louder, some softer. In about five minutes he came back, making a sound which Jake could tell was the sound of a kitchen knife being sharpened on a whetstone. He knew that sound very well from listening to Sean at work on one of his amazing dinners.

 

Then Jim came back into the room, another nasty sneer in his mouth. “At least you’ve got a good top-quality knife and sharpening stone. But after that -- what a fucking useless pair of pussy faggots. Not a single fucking beer in the entire place. No hard stuff either, just wine, champagne, even fucking rosé wine – just the thing for you pansies, it’s your colour. I’m going to the store down by the street entrance to get me some beers and snacks`. Not much use struggling, you’ll just wear yourselves out but you won’t get free. I’ll be back in a while. Enjoy your rest, girls.”

 

There was the sound of footsteps, then a click of the front door latch and all was silent again.

 

Jake wasn’t sure how much time had passed. Lying there, tied down, unable to move, blinded by the hood over his head, silenced by the gag in his mouth, he felt disconnected from time. What he wasn’t disconnected from was his fear. Jake began doing something he hadn’t done since he was a child. He began to pray.

 

He’d lost any belief in the Christian God at age 11, as soon as he realized that he was gay and would become a target of scorn and disgust in his Christian mother’s eyes and in the eyes of her church associates. Jake couldn’t have said to whom or what he was praying, but that’s what he was doing. One might expect him to be praying for himself, but he wasn’t. His thought, his prayer, was all for Sean.

 

I just want Sean to be all right. Please, please, don’t let him die. If Jim is going to get his way and kill us, I want us to go together. But please, let Sean be all right. He’s got so much life to live, so much to look forward to. Please don’t let him die.

 

And on and on his tortuous inner monologue went. At last, Jake got an answer of a sort. He heard a painful groan and felt movement stirring next to him. The mattress heaved and sagged a bit as Sean struggled to free himself. And Jake knew that in this, at least, he had his answer. Sean was all right. For how much longer, though, who could say?

 

He wished with all his heart that he could wrap his arms around Sean, comfort him, let him know that they were together. But no. He could do nothing. He couldn’t even speak. But Sean had to know that he was there, had to have heard his breathing and felt his movements, had to know that they were in this together, just as he’d said they had to be. It was only a slight comfort.

 

By this time, they’d both stopped struggling. As Jim had so rightly said, it was useless to try – he had them completely at his mercy. As they lay there, stripped naked, strapped down, gagged, and hooded, their thoughts were running along oddly parallel paths.

 

Jake was thinking: Let him slice me up, just so long as Sean’s all right – he’s suffered enough from life and from this psycho already.

 

And through Sean’s mind ran these words: Come on, you maniac, you can kill me first. Jake deserves a better life than this and a far better brother than you.

 

They heard the door click shut, the footsteps, the sound of a beer can popping open, the sound of someone gulping beer down, the clang as the can was flung aside. And then, Jim’s gleeful, hateful voice came to them again, “All right, it’s just about lunch time here. Which of you two cute birds wants to get carved first – the chicken or the turkey?” There was the sound of the knife running over the whetstone repeatedly.

 

Then, suddenly, a completely different sound – a deep, harsh male voice, shouting, “Police! Drop the knife!”

 

There was a momentary scuffle. A single gunshot rang out. Then a voice could be heard from below the level of the bed, moaning in pain.

 

The officer’s voice came again: “Nice shot. You got him in the leg, and he’s still alive. Better call for the ambulance.” The single beep of a cellphone followed.

 

Then again, a completely different voice, with a lighter, mocking tone. “Well, well, what have we got here? A little bondage play to get the weekend off to a roaring start?” A hand slapped Jake’s ass lightly, giving it a little squeeze, and the mocking voice said, “Still looking in great shape, there, Daddy.”

 

The gag was pulled out of Jake’s mouth, and Jake, plainly not amused, growled, “Well, you sure took your fucking time getting here, Brian!”

 

 

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Part 7:  Storm Clouds Clearing

 

It took a minute for the officers to get both Jake and Sean ungagged and untied. Once freed, they seized hold of each other and hugged each other as closely as possible. The fact that they were completely naked in front of three police officers, two of whom they’d never seen before, didn’t seem to matter to them at all.

 

Finally, they got control of themselves enough to pull on some clothes and answer a few questions. That didn’t happen until they saw the gurney being wheeled out to the ambulance, with Jim strapped firmly down on it, and one of the officers walking right behind to make sure he didn’t somehow get free.

 

Jake was inclined to be a bit abrupt with Brian, until Brian explained that Jim must have somehow sneaked into the building through either the garage or a service door. The police had posted Brian as a replacement for the usual doorman, at his own suggestion – since he was the one officer truly capable of distinguishing between the brother he knew well and the brother he hadn’t ever seen. But Jim hadn’t come by the front entrance at all until he had made the beer run to the store next to the lobby. The sting operation had been put into action right away at that point, but it had been far too close for comfort.

 

It was at this point that Sean spoke up. “I may have something that will help you.” He walked over to the table by the entrance to the bedroom, reached in between the two potted plants, and pulled out his phone. He opened it, found a video file, clicked it on – and the room filled with the sound of Jim’s gloating voice while the screen plainly displayed him, face visible and all, standing over the tied-down, gagged, and hooded Jake. “I switched it on and put it there before I tried to talk to Jake. Then when Jim came back from the bathroom, that’s when he came quietly up behind me and knocked me out.” Brian instantly seized the phone as material evidence.

 

The next morning, both Jake and Sean had trouble believing that the nightmare was finally over. It helped that they had only to check any of the local online news channels to see the footage of Jim being hauled, limping, into the downtown police headquarters, in handcuffs in the early hours of Saturday morning. On Monday, he appeared in front of a judge who quickly ordered him detained without bail, pending a trial date.

 

The real problem was that looking at the news footage kept some frightening memories fresh in their minds. They both took several days off work for some serious R & R, and this time there no snarky comments about them both being off at the same time. Most people in the office seemed to feel that they had a perfectly good reason to need some recovery time, and if spending that time together helped them to heal from their ordeal a bit faster, then more power to them. As it was, they spent a fair portion of those days curled up in bed together, not having sex at all for the most part, just holding, hugging, stroking, kissing, calming, reassuring.

 

Jake and Sean both had to give lengthy statements to the police. Jake, still being cautious, made a point of having his lawyer with him while he was giving his statement and being questioned. After all, it stood to reason that his DNA would almost certainly be a perfect match with his identical twin. As it happened, there was no question of any suspicion alighting on Jake. Sean’s testimony about Greenwoods Park, and the video footage from his phone, settled a good part of the matter, the other young guy who’d been assaulted and taken to hospital had no trouble over identifying Jim, the witnesses who’d seen Jake and Sean at Riverbend covered that angle, and fibres from Jim’s clothing matched fibres found in the dead man’s hair.

 

In the event, Jim never stood trial. Less than a week after he was detained, he was murdered by a fellow inmate with a long-standing grudge who, fittingly, killed him in exactly the way he’d planned to kill Jake and Sean.

 

Getting life back into the groove during the next couple of months was a weird time for both of them. No matter how hard they tried to go back to the way things had been, everything still managed to be different in some way or other. “Normal,” they found, could seem pretty elusive when you’d felt yourself mere inches away from being gruesomely murdered, and completely unable to do anything about it.

 

The next time that they turned up at The Corner on a Friday afternoon, they could tell that everyone in the place was looking at them and talking about the sensational double kidnapping and attempted murder. Being at the centre of the gay community’s most notorious murder and abuse case in years was definitely not the most comfortable place in the world for them.

 

Bill made a point of coming over and apologizing to Jake for how he had been mistreated. The owner/manager of the Suds’n’Studs bathhouse also stopped by, explaining to Jake that, from now on, both he and Sean would have free admission any time they wanted. Just call ahead, and they would be passed by the lineup. Jake, shaking his head, was on the verge of saying “thanks but no thanks,” but Sean kicked his ankle under the table and thanked the manager for his courtesy. Jake was inclined to protest, but after the manager was gone, Sean pointed out to him the advantages of no-cost cruising after hot young partners for three-ways, four-ways, or more-ways. Jake had to agree that this sounded like an intriguing plan.

 

The two of them had a long session with the HR people at the office, and all parties agreed that it would be best for the optics of the situation if Sean were transferred to a different department of the company to work under the supervision of a manager “not otherwise involved in his personal situation,” as the HR director said, in an acidic tone of voice, and with an expression of distaste on her thin, hatchet face as of one who detects an emission of intestinal gases.

 

A month after Jim was arrested, Sean got a letter that he was not only transferred but also promoted and given a substantial pay increase. As Jake said, “It will make it easier to pay for that second apartment that you’re not getting much use out of anymore.” Sean smiled, a little wistfully, Jake thought, and made no reply.

 

Jake drove to Garrisville for a long clear-the-air talk with his mother. They needed it – she, in particular, needed to talk. No matter how brutal and evil Jim had become, he was her child and she suffered understandable grief feelings, not so much about his death, but more about how she had gotten his life off to such an awful start. Jake, too, shared those feelings – perfectly natural for an identical twin, no matter how strange it might appear to others.

 

At the same time, Jake forced another issue by bringing Sean along to introduce him to his mom. Although (as always) inclined to be a bit standoffish with “perverts,” she thawed considerably under Sean’s easy courtesy and deference towards her. And she had to admit that he was definitely a good influence on Jake. “You’re settling him down nicely,” was how she put it, and Sean grinned as he saw a sight he had never seen before: Jake, blushing.

 

They went on from his mother’s place to have dinner with Jake’s sister, Catherine, and her fiancé Ronan. Jake feared that this might be an awkward meeting, but it turned out to be no such thing. Ronan was just as easy-going a guy as anyone he’d met, and Catherine was more light-hearted and funny than Jake had ever seen her. They had a great time that evening, with jokes and laughter rocking all around the table. As they said goodnight, Catherine hugged them both and smiled at them, saying, “I hope we see you again soon. You two make the cutest couple!”  

 

It was on the evening they got home from those visits that Jake asked Sean a flippant question about when Sean was going to take him to meet his family. Jake was surprised to see a cloud pass over Sean’s face, and to hear a sad, quiet voice say, “Never. They disowned me. They threw me out, all of them. I’m on my own.”

 

Jake immediately seized him and hugged him, hard and long. “No, Sean, you’re not on your own – not any more.” Sean clung to him fiercely. There was no further talk that night – not in words, at any rate.

 

With the aid of some warm summer weather, and long, leisurely evenings on the spacious rooftop terrace outside the living room (with a decanter of wine), life gradually settled back to – if not “normal”, at least relative peace and quiet. One moonlit night, as they sat looking out over the treetops of the residential area between the condo building and downtown, Jake asked Sean, “You want to see the biggest advantage of being in the penthouse on this side of the building?”

 

“What is it?”

 

“I’ll show you.” Jake got out of his extra-wide chair, reached down, and pulled a lever under the front edge. The seat slid smoothly forward until the chair transformed into a completely flat bed. Jake then grabbed a couple of spare pillows from the table behind him and tossed those on the chair.

 

Sean asked, “What, are you going to sleep out here?”

 

“Not exactly.” Jake walked over, drew Sean up out of his chair, and began kissing him passionately. As Sean responded, Jake began sliding his hands down Sean’s lean, hard back and inside his shorts.

 

Sean pulled away. “Wait… what…??? You’re not going to do this right out in the open?”

 

Jake chuckled. “No. We are. I told you I like doing it outside and it’s a perfect evening. Take a look around, nobody can see us here. As long as a helicopter from a news station doesn’t come flying by.”

 

Sean looked, and sure enough, the houses were too far below to be able to see anything other than the area right along the railing. They were right out in the open air, but not exposed. Jake took hold of him, and resumed kissing, as they slowly began undressing each other. Jake lay down on the chair, pulled a pillow under his head, and then drew Sean down on top of him.

 

As their naked bodies came into contact with each other, their kisses grew deeper, more intense. Their cocks got very hard, very quickly, but their movements remained slow, leisurely, almost hypnotic. There was an unspoken common consent that they wanted it so, that this encounter was one that needed to take all the time in the world. Sean locked one arm around Jake’s neck where the hand could stroke his face and freed his other hand to work at Jake’s nipples, stroke his abs, fondle his cock and balls. Jake’s arms had gone right around Sean and stayed there, fingers gliding gently up and down Sean’s back, savouring the sensations from the broad shoulders all the way down past the slim waist to the firm round ass. Sean’s body slid slowly up and down along Jake as they kept caressing and kissing each other.

 

At last, his cock slipped down to jut between Jake’s thighs. Jake lifted his legs up, pulling them right back over his head, and pulled Sean even closer to whisper in his ear, “Yes. Now. Now, Sean.” Sean’s cock found the hole and pushed gently. Jake had lubed himself ahead of time, but so much in tune with each other were they that no other preparation was needed. Jake was totally relaxed, totally open, totally ready for Sean to take him. And Sean was ready to do it. His cock slipped in, pulling from Jake a sound that was half a moan, half a sigh of contentment – and then Sean slowly pushed and sank his hard cock all the way inside Jake’s ass in one smooth movement.

 

After waiting a few moments, Sean resumed his slow slides up and down along Jake’s torso. Each slide downwards pulled his cock out and each upward slide pushed it deep again. Jake’s hands continued their gentle, purposeful stroking over Sean’s body, all to the music of their quiet moans, their sighs, their nonstop kissing. It was a total contrast to the high-speed, frenetic action of so many of their earlier wild encounters. This was a true mating dance, a slow dance, a dance of love and union, in which cock and ass played only one of the many roles in their total immersion in each other.

 

They were so hypnotized by the act that Sean didn’t even speed up his movements when he felt his climax approaching. He simply continued his slow, easy motion until the moment when his cock opened up and his seed flowed deeply inside Jake’s body. The gentle movements continued for several minutes more before finally slowing to a halt. Silence fell.

 

At last, Sean was the first to speak. “Wow.”

 

Jake stroked him, gently. “That’s it? Wow?”

 

“I… I don’t know what else to say. I’ve never, ever….” His voice trailed off.

 

“Never. Not like this,” Jake agreed.

 

“And you didn’t cum. I’m sorry.”

 

“I didn’t need to.”

 

“Why do we have so much impact on each other?” Sean’s voice was steeped in awe and wonderment.

 

“I don’t know why, Sean. It’s enough for me that we do.” Sean’s cock slowly slipped out, and Jake lowered his legs, still almost dazed by the incredible power of the experience. At last, though, real life reluctantly intruded. Jake spoke again, “It’s getting cold. Let’s take this inside.”

 

They showered together, barely speaking, as if afraid to shatter the moment. After they dried off and went into the bedroom, Sean knelt down and began sucking on Jake’s cock.  It responded rapidly.

 

In a half-kind, half-mocking tone, Jake asked, “What’s this, haven’t had enough yet?”

 

Sean stood up and drew him towards the bed. “Jake, I want to fall asleep tonight with you inside me.”

 

Jake said no more. They lay down together. Jake took the lube and greased up his cock, and then moved Sean into the little spoon position. He slipped a lubed finger into Sean’s ass, then replaced it with his cock, pressed against his lover’s hole. He pushed, and with a small cry from Sean got it inside. After another minute, he was placed, all the way inside Sean’s muscular ass. He wrapped his arm around his beautiful man, caressing his chest. Sean turned his head to meet Jake, and they kissed again. Jake murmured, “Good night, Sean.” And they drifted off to sleep like that.

 

During the night, Jake awoke, still holding Sean in his embrace. He remembered the whole evening the instant he came awake: the peaceful night air, the moonlight, the awe-filled lovemaking on the terrace, right down to falling asleep, linked together – and his cock was still there, still partially filled, still inside Sean, and only a few movements were needed to bring it back to full mast. In a more lustful mood, in his younger days, with one of his earlier casual flings, Jake would have carried right on until he flooded that ass with his seed -- but not now, not on this night. He closed his eyes with a contented sigh and fell asleep again, still lodged inside Sean’s body.

 

On the next weekend, Jake had to go away for two nights. No playing around was involved; he was going to visit an old college friend who’d been hospitalized after a massive car accident. He and Sean had to skip the usual Friday night visit to The Corner as Jake needed to get on the road as soon as possible after work hours ended. Jake handed Sean his keys for the weekend, and Sean saw him on his way with a heartfelt good-bye kiss, and a promise to have a really spectacular dinner time surprise for Sunday night.

 

Jake enjoyed the road trip, in the sunshine with the top down and the air ruffling his hair. It was especially good to know that he no longer had to fret about a madman lurking somewhere behind him in Devonston. He also enjoyed the time visiting in the hospital, reminiscing with his old college buddy who was going stir-crazy from being trapped in bed. His buddy’s wife, who’d also been in college with them, was sitting with him too, and instantly remembered Jake as the guy who’d gotten a fearsome reputation after organizing an epic gangbang with the other gay member of the school’s volleyball team, a classic twink, as the sole bottom. Jake didn’t bother explaining that he and the twink had had a thing going on well before that, nor that it was the twink who had asked him to set up the gangbang.

 

When he drove home on Sunday, though, he realized that he wasn’t enjoying the freedom of the open road as much as he used to. More than that, he realized that he was definitely anxious to get home. The hours of driving ticked by with agonizing slowness.

 

Don’t kid yourself, old man! You know you just can’t wait to get back to Sean again. So you are in love with him, so what? Who cares if he’s ten or twelve or however many years it is younger than you? If he loves you too, it’s all good.

 

Jake had to laugh at the number of times he now caught that inner voice thinking of himself and referring to himself as “old man,” ever since their first night together when Sean had called him that.

 

Jake walked in the door just after 5 o’clock, and the first thing he saw was that there was no light in the kitchen area, no sound of anyone chopping or slicing, no pans sizzling, no delectable odors of cooking food. Then he saw the stuffed-to-the-top backpack sitting on the floor – and his heart sank. Fast. All the way to the basement. Of course -- with the Mystery Man now dead and buried, the original reason for Sean to stick around his place didn’t exist anymore. It looked as if Sean had decided to pack up all his things and was going to decamp back to his own apartment. And Jake’s thoughts tumbled all over each other, in a wordless torrent of emotion.

 

Well, isn’t that just un-fucking-believable. What we had going on, it was so special, so incredible. We’d been to hell and back together, and never wavered. And now, it looks like he’s going to pull the plug.  What the fuck did I do wrong? Should I have come right out and said the words: “Sean, I love you”??? All right, yes. I should have, I know it, I was just scared to do it too soon. All because I never loved anyone before, and I didn’t know how or when it was okay to say it! Damn it! It’s so fucking unfair, if I’ve gotten through all of this horror show, with him, together as a team – as a couple -- just to get dumped at the end of it.

 

Jake didn’t cry, although he certainly felt like he wanted to. Feeling lower and sadder by the second, he called out, but uncertainly. “Sean?”

 

Sean’s voice, a bit uncertain too, answered from the guest room. “I’m in here.”

 

Jake went along the hall, each moment scared of what was going to happen the next. Sean stepped out of the door of the guest room to meet him and kiss him, but the younger guy had a look of such trepidation on his face that Jake all but froze on the spot, dreading what he was about to hear.

 

“I’m… I’m sorry, Jake. I’m afraid I’ve made a really bad mistake – and I’m scared of what you’re going to say.”

 

“Why? What’s happened?”

 

Sean took a deep breath, then stepped aside and gestured for Jake to enter the guest room. It was a mess -- a complete turmoil of boxes, bags, piles of clothes, books, odds and ends of stuff. Sean’s voice behind him sounded more tentative, more apologetic, more fearful than Jake had ever heard it.

 

“I know I shouldn’t have done this without you inviting me first. I just… I couldn’t resist the urge to do it while you were away. I sublet my place and moved all the stuff from my apartment in here. I was trying to get it all unpacked and put away before you came back, but… but it took me a lot longer than I expected and… and….”

 

His words ran out. He gulped. Jake had turned around and was staring at him, also speechless. Sean looked as if one harsh word from Jake would cause him to burst into tears. He appeared, indeed, more like a little boy than Jake had ever seen him. It was heartbreaking, in a way, to see that supremely confident and self-assured young man looking so frightened, so utterly unsure of himself.

 

Jake just looked at him, not speaking. Finally, Sean regained a measure of self-control, just enough to say, “So, if you want me to pack all of this up and get out of here with it….”

 

Jake nerved himself to sound as curt as possible. He held out his hand, palm up. “You’d better give me back my keys. Now.” Sean dug into his pocket, took out the keys, and handed them over – looking like he was expecting to get walked to the electric chair. Jake took them, and then pulled out the spare keys which he’d carried for the weekend. “You’ll need to keep these ones on you from now on.”

 

It took a moment – and then the realization hit. Sean’s face cracked into the biggest smile, spreading all the way from ear to ear in a huge grin that he just couldn’t contain. He flung himself into Jake’s arms and kissed him, on and on, until both of them were nearly breathless. Then he tried to seize Jake and drag him around the corner and into the bedroom – their bedroom – but Jake stopped him sternly.

 

“No way. I’ve had nothing to eat since breakfast, and I’m fucking starving. Where’s that special treat you promised me for tonight for dinner?”

 

Sean answered him with a characteristic sassy grin. “I guess you already got your surprise treat. How does takeout fried chicken or pizza sound?”

 

Two hours later, Jake had to admit that it was the best takeout fried chicken he’d ever eaten. Sean made a face and then laughed, and Jake joined him in the laughter. Then Sean told him that Catherine, his sister, had called earlier in the day. “She said it was important, so I told her you’d call back tonight.”

 

Jake gave a little sigh. “All right, I’ll call her now.”

 

She picked up the phone on the second ring. “Jake! How are you?”

 

“No complaints at all.”

 

“Is Sean there? Put me on speaker.”

 

Jake hit the speaker phone button, and then laid the phone down, motioning to Sean to come closer. Catherine’s voice sounded from the speaker. “Sean? Are you there?”

 

“Yes, I am. How are you doing?”

 

“Right on top of the world! Listen, guys, I have some important news and it concerns both of you.”

 

Sean made a scary face. “Oh, no. After all we’ve been through, we have to get more important news?”

 

Catherine giggled. “No, silly, this is good news. Ronan and I have been looking around at wedding venues, and we’ve found one we liked and tentatively set a date. We just want to be sure that you boys will be available.”

 

Jake replied, “Whenever it is, we’ll be available.”

 

Sean chimed in. “Definitely. We absolutely will be there.”

 

Catherine came back, “That’s great, and the date is Saturday, April 22, next year. And here’s why it’s so important. It’s logistics, in a way, but it matters so much to me. Ronan didn’t mention it when he met you, but his mother died a few years back so we each have a widowed parent. We think it would be perfect to have them walk each other down the aisle. And I’d love for you to walk me down the aisle.”

 

Jake instantly said, “Well, of course – I’ll be glad to do that.”

 

“Both of you.”

 

Sean stared at Jake for an instant, and then replied, a bit shaky in the voice, “Catherine, that’s wonderful, I’d be so honoured to walk you with Jake.”

 

Catherine said, “It wouldn’t be any sort of a wedding without both of you there – you’re my brothers. And by the way, one of Ronan’s groomsmen is gay. Maybe you fellows will get up to some shenanigans together after the rehearsal party – as long as you aren’t late for the wedding. Remember, April 22. Love you, boys.”

 

And with goodbyes all around, the call ended.

 

“She called me her brother,” Sean said, in a voice tinged with amazement.

 

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a family again, Sean.” After another passionate interlude of kissing, Jake went on. “This is such great news; it definitely calls for a celebration. Let’s break out the bottle of Veuve Clicquot from the wine chiller. And I’d say it’s high time that you” – and he poked Sean in the chest – “got to christen the hot tub. Get the wine, and I’ll start the water running.”

 

Ten minutes later they were curled up, side by side in the two-man tub, with the jets running and glasses of champagne in hand.

 

Sean said, “Well, here’s to Ronan and Catherine, and to a wonderful wedding next spring!”

 

They clinked glasses and drank to that. Jake had one last brief moment of hesitation, and then he went on: “And here’s to my love for you, and to the family you’re joining.”

 

Sean picked up the theme: “And here’s to my love for you, the best thing that’s ever happened in my life.”

 

They drank the toast, then kissed each other deeply. “So, I finally said the scary words,” Jake said, in disbelief that he had actually spoken what was in his heart at last.

 

“I think each of us was afraid, waiting for the other one to go first,” Sean replied.

 

“It’s not as if I haven’t known for a long time, now.”

 

“If I hadn’t known before that amazing night on the terrace… making love by moonlight and then falling asleep with you inside me, that would have shown me the truth.”

 

“I love you, Sean.”

 

“I love you, Jake.”

 

They drank to each other, then kissed again, and Jake’s free hand wandered down to start playing with Sean’s cock and balls. Sean took the glasses and put them down on the pop-out shelf, and then turned to the business at hand. Before long, both of them were hard. Jake turned off the jets, and said to Sean, “Here, sit up on the end.” Sean lifted up out of the water onto the raised seat behind them, and Jake moved between his legs, taking Sean’s cock deep in his mouth.  

 

He skinned back the uncut skin, and teased all around the sensitive head, making Sean quiver in excitement. Then he swallowed the whole thick shaft all the way to the bottom. He worked up and down, pulling back with suction and tasting the precum that began leaking into his mouth. Up and down, twisting his head back and forth around the shaft, while Sean groaned and grasped the back of his head, following Jake up and down with his hands.

 

“Oh, my God, that’s good. Fuck, Jake, you are the best at sucking my cock. Yeah, like that. Ohhh, Jaaaake….”

 

Jake pulled it out of his mouth for a minute, and began licking up and down the shaft, teasing the tube on the underside, wriggling his tongue around on the head. Then he plunged back down, pulling the whole thing deep into his throat and holding it there while he tried to swallow, making his muscles stroke the head. Sean groaned again, unable to bear much more of the sensations his lover was giving him.

 

Jake had taken his own cock in hand and was stroking it, keeping time with his sucking motions as he drove Sean wild. But Sean couldn’t hold off much longer.

 

“Jake, that’s fucking wonderful – but you’d better stop, I’m going to cum soon.”

 

Jake pulled off for a moment and looked up at him. “Well, that’s usually the idea.” He then sucked Sean’s cock back into his mouth, speeding up the tempo of his sucking motions and speeding up the hand jerking his own cock at the same time.

 

“Ohhh, God. I can feel it, I’m cumming… Jake…Jaaaake…!”

 

Jake was hard at work, going for his reward, when Sean’s cock convulsed and shot a jet of sperm into his mouth, followed immediately by half a dozen more. Jake pulled back to hold just the head between his lips, gulping and swallowing as fast as he could, and still his mouth filled up with all of Sean’s juices. As the flood eased off, Jake instinctively tried to clean up the last of it with his tongue, but Sean’s head was now so sensitive that he jerked his cock out of Jake’s mouth.

 

“Sorry, Sean. It just tasted so good, and I couldn’t help it.”

 

“I’ll forgive you this time, but don’t do it again.”

 

Jake meekly replied, “Okay. I promise.”

 

That’s when Sean realized that Jake hadn’t cum yet. “Jake, get that thing up here.” Jake stood up and moved forward between Sean’s wide-open thighs, placing his cock against Jake’s lips. Sean said, “I’m not as experienced at this as you, but I’ll give it my best shot.”

 

Sean’s best shot was pretty damn good, as far as Jake was concerned. As he took Jake’s tool all the way to the bottom, Jake moaned, “Ohhh, yeaaaaahhh….” Sean imitated all the things Jake had done to him in that fantastic blowjob, and very soon had Jake on the ropes. “Sean, that’s great – so fucking hot – fuck, Sean, I’m gonna cum!”

 

Sean kept working, and a few moments later Jake’s dick pumped out another huge load of cum. Sean manfully did his best to try to swallow it all, but he choked a bit and had to pull away to cough his throat clear, then turn back to clean up the rest.

 

After he’d finally taken care of the mess, Sean asked, “Do you always cum a gallon like that?”

 

“I don’t know. Usually I cum in your ass, it vanishes deep inside, and I never see it again.”

 

“Well, it doesn’t have to be that way, you know.” Sean winked suggestively at him.

 

“You’re thinking of sitting on my face and pushing my load back out for me?” Sean nodded, grinning lasciviously. “Well, aren’t you the dirty little slut now!”

 

“Takes one to know one. Dirty little slut, I mean.”

 

They both laughed. Then Jake sat back down in the tub, and yelped, “Aack! The water’s gone cold!”

 

Sean slid down alongside him and wrapped his arm around him. “So? Warm up the water, start the jets again, and we’ll finish the champagne before bedtime.”

 

Once they’d finally cleaned up and made it into bed, Sean (as always) fell asleep right away, while Jake’s thoughts continued to run for a while longer.

 

I don’t think I’ve ever been on such an emotional roller coaster in my life. All in five hours – from thinking that Sean was leaving me to handing him the keys of the condo, hearing Catherine’s news, getting such a sweet pang in my heart when she called Sean her brother, and then, God knows how, finally finding the courage to tell him that I love him – and hearing him say those words to me in return. How did I ever get this lucky, to meet such an incredible man, to bring him into my family, to share our lives with each other and with all of them? The best of it is how he’s always so open, so honest, so direct with me. When he says he loves me, I know he means it.

 

At this point, Sean suddenly, convulsively, came staring wide awake. Jake knew that he’d had another nightmare about Jim – Jake had them too. He quickly spoke to Sean, calming him, hugging him, stroking him gently, and helping him realize that he was all right, that Jim was gone for good, that Jake was there with him, and was going to stay right with him. “For as long as you need,” Jake said, and then changed it to, “for the rest of our lives.” Then he kept his arms around Sean, stroking him slowly and easily as he recovered his breath and his heart rate dropped back to normal.

 

Calm again at last, Sean kissed him, murmured, “I love you,” and slowly drifted back off to sleep with a blissful smile on his face.

 

Jake’s last thought of the day was simple: I must be the luckiest man in the world.

 

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Part 8:  Hot Butts and Wedding Bells

 

 

The events of the day Jake came home from his road trip had a permanent and lasting effect on their lives and their relationship. Now that they had, at last, spoken plainly to each other of their love, the fears and uncertainties that had sometimes troubled them evaporated.

 

That new certainty made life so much easier whenever they landed in the corner table at The Corner, and someone else began displaying an interest in one or both of them. As it happened, the very next Friday, the cute blond twink, Luke, swung by their table again. This time, flirtation quickly turned into an invitation to join the table, from Jake no less, and as soon as the next round of drinks ran out, it was Sean who proposed that they move the party up to their condo.

 

The fun began when Jake went to the kitchen for some wine, and Luke and Sean began madly making out. Jake came back with the wine glasses, and then sat back to watch the fun, rubbing the undoubted bulge in the front of his trousers as the younger men pulled their dicks out of their clothes. By the time Luke’s jeans were all the way off, Jake had moved to the sofa next to them and was running his hands up under Luke’s shirt, tweaking his nipples and rubbing his fingers over the washboard abs.

 

Sean soon had Luke’s cock in his mouth, but that didn’t stop Luke from lifting his leg on the other side up off the floor to give Jake access to his ass. In a few more minutes, Luke was moaning and twisting all over the couch as Sean sucked him and Jake finger-fucked him. Jake said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

 

Once there, Jake and Sean finished undressing each other, while Luke lay on the bed, playing with his dick and watching as their hard, muscular bodies and erect cocks came into view. Jake pulled him up and turned him over onto all fours, then began eating his cute ass while Sean slid in between Luke’s legs and resumed the blowjob. After another minute, Jake told Luke to turn around and do 69 with Sean while he moved to the other end and resumed eating Luke’s ass.

 

Before much longer, Luke was panting and squirming so much that he lost Sean’s cock, in his rush to say, “Come on guys, somebody fuck me! I need dick in my ass!”

 

Sean dropped his cock for a moment and said to Jake, “You’re right there; you do the honours.”

 

So Jake did the honours. Luke groaned and winced in pain as he began entering, but Jake knew to take his time and wait for Luke to relax into the invasion of his ass. In time, he felt Luke relaxing and loosening, and he sank his cock farther into the hot young hole. Sean was switching back and forth between licking Luke’s dick and licking whatever part of Jake’s dick wasn’t already hidden inside Luke.

 

Sean knew that Jake was ready to start pounding ass, and he wanted to get out of the way of Jake’s low hangers, which deserved the nickname he applied to them: “wrecking balls.” He slid out from underneath the blond twink and came up onto his knees in front, then fed his cock back into Luke’s mouth. Jake had started some high-speed action on the other end, so Sean went right to town, too, slamming his cock deep into Luke’s throat and forcefully face-fucking him.

 

This energetic spit roasting kept up for perhaps three or four minutes, until Luke pulled off Sean’s dick and wailed that he was about to cum. Jake put on his usual ferocious final burst of speed, and Luke didn’t even have time to reach under and grab his own dick before it pumped his cum out all over the bed covers. It was Sean who grabbed dick, pulling Luke up by the hair, and – after a minute of high-energy jerking – firing his load smack into Luke’s face, finishing off by shoving it back into Luke’s mouth to clean it off. Meanwhile, the spasms from Luke’s hole had pulled Jake rapidly up to the finish line and he shot his usual massive load deep inside Luke’s quivering guts. He then pulled out and commanded Luke to “push it out, boy. Push it out.” When his cum began appearing in Luke’s hole, he dived right back into the crack and slurped the cum out. Then he leaned over to Sean and they snowballed, right above Luke’s dazed face. Some of it dripped out and down, and Luke’s tongue flicked out to get those drops.

 

But that first three-way that Jake and Sean enjoyed together with Luke was nothing compared to the night they hooked up with Brian. Brian had dropped by the table one Friday night while Jake was in the bathroom, and Sean seized the opportunity to ask him.

 

“Listen, Brian, if you promise not to use the word “Daddy,” and if I can persuade Jake to go along with it (which might be tough), do you want to come and play with us?”

 

Brian responded immediately. “I’d love to, and I solemnly promise to turn “Daddy” off for the night.”

 

Predictably, Jake’s immediate reaction, when he returned to the table, was not positive. But Sean was so persuasive, and Brian was so serious in his promise not to say the “D” word, that Jake finally relented.

 

Good thing, too. Neither Jake nor Sean had any experience with dealing with Brian’s latest achievement, but by the time the evening was over they’d become old hands at it. Brian, it turned out, had a newfound passion for DP, and he wanted Jake and Sean to give him the works, since he’d never (so he said, at least) taken two cocks that were so nearly perfectly matched for length.

 

That would come later in the evening. First things first, after all, and Sean enjoyed his time reaming out Brian’s hole immensely. He’d had the hots for the hunky policeman ever since their first meeting and would have laid down and let Brian breed him anytime. Since it was obvious that Brian was a total bottom, getting to pound that muscle ass was a nice consolation prize, and proved to be a real thrill for him. He turned on all his experience and fucking technique and had Brian moaning and groaning for more in no time. Meanwhile, Jake – who remembered Brian’s skill at cocksucking from the old days – took up the front end position, and the two guys spitroasted the police force with some force of their own.

 

It didn’t take very long before Sean realized that he was going to dump his load inside Brian’s hot butt, it was going to be epic, and it was going to happen soon. He pulled out of Brian’s hole, then grabbed the cop’s tight waist and rolled him over onto his back. Brian obediently pulled his legs up, and Sean then plunged back into Brian, full speed ahead. He leaned down close to Brian’s ear, and asked, “You ready to take my load? You ready for me to pump your guts full of my seed, breed you with my babies?”

 

Brian’s instant reply was, “Yeah, stud, fuck your hot load into me and fill me up. I want your cum, I want you to breed me!”

 

Jake was getting hot as hell, watching Sean plowing his ex, but he hung on and kept his own climax at bay. He knew exactly what he wanted, and that was to enjoy sloppy seconds in Brian’s well-remembered hole after Sean had cum in him.

 

Sean was slamming Brian’s ass at his top speed while Brian kept moaning, “Yeah… yeah… oh, fuck…” Knowing that it was the big moment, Sean rammed his cock all the way inside Brian, and then froze there while his load pumped into the studly officer’s firm ass.

 

As soon as Sean was done, Jake said, “Move over -- my turn,” and plunged his cock quickly into Brian’s quivering hole. Brian groaned again. Jake immediately began pumping, and he knew right away that this was going to be a quick one. It surprised him that he was so turned on by feeling Sean’s cum lubricating his way. It wasn’t as if he’d never fucked a well-used hole before -- but knowing that it was Sean who had been here ahead of him really smashed his buttons and pulled his load up in a hurry. Barely a minute later, he jammed his big meat all the way inside Brian and let his load go, dropping another big dose of man juice into the cop’s quivering ass.

 

They took a rest break, then, and just lay on the bed, caressing and kissing, until their cocks all began to show signs of recovering and warming up. That’s when Brian let them know what he had in mind.

 

“Hey, guys, I’d really love if you two could fuck me DP.”

 

Jake’s eyes opened wide. “Seriously, Brian?”

 

“Yeah, I’ve been doing it several times, and it’s so wild. Fantastic feeling!”

 

Sean and Jake looked at each other, and shrugged as if to say, “Why not?”

 

After a short period of warming up, with tongues and fingers, and after having already taken one load each from Jake and Sean deep in his muscular ass, Brian decided he was ready to go for it. He mounted first on Jake’s cock, as Jake lay on his back on the bed. Then he had Sean come in behind him and work his cock into the hole alongside Jake’s tool.

 

It took a bit of time, but Brian at least had not lied about one important point – he was already experienced at taking cocks in pairs, and his hole stretched to accommodate them with no trouble. He was also not shy about letting them know how he felt.

 

“Oh, God… oh, man, that just feels so… fuck my ass, you studs… two fucking stud dicks….” And much more along the same lines.

 

After a few more minutes in that position, Sean slid out, and rolled over onto his back. Then, Brian had him move around until he was lying feet to feet with Jake and had them slide together until their legs were interlocked and their cocks and balls were rubbing against each other. He reached down and grabbed both cocks in one hand, and then squatted over them and slowly forced his hole down over the two cockheads. Having so much lube in the form of cum already in his ass was a huge help.

 

Brian moved up and down on the two big tools while still moaning up a storm about how incredible it felt. This time it was Jake who first muttered that he was going to shoot. Sean concentrated on the sensations from his cock, from rubbing against Jake’s big tool, and knew he was also close. “Let’s cum together.”

 

Brian immediately yelled, “Yeah, fuckers – unload those two big dicks in my fucking wide-open ass pussy!”

 

He slammed down on them harder, and in just a few more seconds Jake groaned and his cock spasmed in Brian’s hole. Jake felt the pulsations and immediately his cock let go too. They could feel each other’s cocks pulsating as their seed flew into Brian’s overworked ass.

 

“Fuck, Sean, I can feel you cumming right with me,” Jake gasped.

 

That was all Brian needed to hear. His dick started pumping out another load as he rose and fell on the two cocks inside him.

 

At last, Brian pulled off them and flopped down on his face on the bed beside Jake. Sean crawled around on Jake’s other side and collapsed against him. All three of them were gasping for air. As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Jake said, “That was fucking awesome.”

 

Sean added, “Amazing. What a sensation!”

 

Brian chuckled. “Your first time doing DP?” They both nodded. “It’s a wild ride, for sure. You should try it yourself some time, it’s unreal.”

 

Sean laughed. Jake carelessly said, “Not for this old man, thanks.” A split second too late he realized that he’d given Brian a perfect opening. And sure enough….

 

“Seriously, you should give it a go some time, Da… I mean Jake.”

 

Sean laughed again. “Close call there, Brian.”

 

Jake snorted. “He thought it. That’s bad enough,” and gave Brian a sharp slap on his ass.

 

Brian yelped, and then said, “Careful! I could write you up for assaulting an officer…”

 

Jake cut him off. “…in the performance of his duty, you were going to say?”

 

Brian laughed. “Good one, you got me. Okay, guys, I’m gonna shower and then get on my way.”

 

Sean put in, “We’re all coming to join you.”

 

Brian asked, “Going to be crowded in there? I seriously need to get clean.”

 

Sean reassured him, “You won’t be crowded. You’ll see.”

 

Brian was duly impressed by the enormous bathroom. “Wow, this is some palace you’ve got here.”

 

Jake leaped on that, “Don’t go getting any ideas about moving in. That’s what this one did last year, and I still can’t get rid of him!”

 

Sean giggled, and then teased him in return. “You don’t seem to be trying very hard.”

 

Jake said quietly, “No, I’m not,” and kissed him.

 

The three of them did make the shower stall a bit crowded, but they took turns under the spray and made it work. After Brian left, they went back into the bedroom, and contemplated the bed in some dismay. Jake said, “Look at that mess. That’s it. This time, I’m changing the sheets before we go to sleep!”

 

Over the course of the next year, Jake and Sean continued growing more and more into each other’s lives and rhythms. They continued established routines and set up some new ones. Sean, saying that he needed at least a few nights off, began teaching Jake his cooking tricks. In time, Jake began to produce, on his own, some startling and original meals that showed how well he’d absorbed his lessons from the master.

 

Weekly visits to The Corner continued, as did some pretty wild three-ways and four-ways with various guys they met there, or at Suds’n’Studs. They had a couple of fantastic holidays, one in Fort Lauderdale and one in Palm Springs, and there was a fair bit of group action there, too. But then came their next-to-last night in Palm Springs when Jake asked where Sean wanted to go out hunting for cock and ass that night. Sean’s response, in a slightly wistful tone, was, “Is it terrible to say that I’d rather just stay in tonight -- with you?”

 

From then on, they learned to be more attuned to each other on the subject of if, when, and how often, to go looking for extra company in the bedroom. Certainly, both of them became unafraid of saying, when they felt it, “I’d rather just be alone with you.” It was an adjustment they both needed to make.

 

Time kept rolling on, and eventually April came around and the time for Catherine and Ronan’s wedding drew near. Ronan’s best man, an old high school friend of his by the name of Dean, contacted them and invited them for the bachelor party two nights before the wedding. “No strippers, or anything like that – I know you guys would want to order your own! We’re going to drink, eat, play cards, and just razz the life out of Ronan.”

 

Two days before they were leaving for Garrisville, Jake brought home and unveiled the custom-tailored tuxedos they had bought to wear at the wedding. They were stunning – silver-grey with lapel and pocket highlights in midnight blue satin, and impeccably tailored and fitted. As they paraded in front of the mirror, Sean said, “We’re going to have to be careful with the food and drinks at Dean’s bachelor party, or we’ll never fit into these things on Saturday – should have had them put some spandex into them.”

 

Jake chuckled. “They did – just check your trouser waistband and then flex your arms and feel the sleeves move with you.”

 

“You really do think of everything, don’t you, Jake?”

 

“I want us both to look our absolute best for Catherine – and for each other.”

 

Dean’s bachelor party the following night was a rowdy evening, no question. With a couple of dozen friends of the groom, plus the men in the wedding party, it was a big crowd and a noisy one. Jake and Sean could roll with the best of them when making jokes over multiple rounds of beer. Of course, what they were really looking forward to doing was meeting the gay groomsman, Eric, and he definitely didn’t disappoint. His parents originally came from the Philippines, and his beautiful caramel-coloured skin highlighted a stunningly handsome face and long, lean body. By the third round of drinks and snacks, he was firmly planted next to them and hardly moved anywhere else. By the fourth round, he was on the floor and leaning against Jake’s leg, so obviously that several of the other guys in the party told them to “get a room!”

 

When the party finally wrapped up, around two in the morning, they did just that. Eric followed Jake and Sean back to their hotel suite, and once they were all inside, he began stripping. “Didn’t you fellows tell me you had a private hot tub just outside the patio door, here? Lead the way!” In another minute, they were all naked in the dark, enjoying the foaming hot water. Jake’s hand was under Eric’s ass, feeling for the hole and fingering it, while Sean sat directly across the tub as he and Eric played toe-to-cock footsies.

 

A growing look of awe appeared on Sean’s face. “Eric, is that a cock or do you pack a spray can into your pants? That thing is enormous!”

 

“Eleven inches hard,” Eric announced proudly. “It comes up a long way when I get turned on – thank God it’s smaller when it’s soft. I’d never be able to hide it in my pants if it wasn’t.”

 

Sean was staring. “Damn, Eric, I’ve never taken one that size but I’d sure love to try sitting down on it!”

 

Eric replied, “If you want to, sure. But really, I’d rather be sitting on either of your dicks.”

 

That comment gave Jake an idea, and when they got back inside and onto the bed, he was ready. They got Eric on his back, and the two of them took turns trying to suck him. Neither of them got more than two-thirds of it into their mouths, but they loved the struggle.

 

Then Jake pulled Eric up until he was upright, but on his knees, and said, “Okay, Sean, here you go – hop on, the train is leaving right away!” Sean quickly understood what he meant, but Eric looked puzzled. “Not heard that before, Eric? Don’t worry, you’ll find out what it means and get your wish all at once.”

 

Sean scrambled into position on all fours in front of Eric, and then scooted backwards until Eric’s cock was nudging into his crack. Jake squirted a generous dollop of lube onto his hand, spread it all over Eric’s enormous dick, and then worked the rest into Sean’s hole.

 

“Okay, Eric, start putting it into me. Just take it slow and easy.”

 

Eric nudged his cock up against Sean’s hole, and then began to lean. Without too much trouble it popped in, but all of them knew that the real challenge was to see how far he could go before Sean had to say, “Enough, no more.” In the end, Sean ended up taking most of Eric’s massive length, but couldn’t quite get it all. It didn’t matter. Once Eric was embedded that far into him, Sean said, “Okay, Jake, get on the train.”

 

Jake moved in behind Eric, rubbed some lube into his smooth, tight ass, and then started pressing his cock into Eric’s hole. Eric moaned, and would have pulled out of Sean, but Jake was there, blocking him. Eric kept twisting and moaning as Jake slowly pushed, bit by bit, all the way inside him. Once Jake hit bottom, silence fell for a minute. Then Jake simply said, “Okay, Eric, start moving. Just remember to go easy.”

 

With both Jake and Sean holding still, Eric quickly realized that his job was to slide back and forth between them, dipping into Sean as he pulled away from Jake, and then sinking back onto Jake as he withdrew from Sean. He also realized, very quickly (once he got the rhythm), that this was a sensation like no other he had ever experienced -- fucking and getting fucked at the same time. As the three guys got accustomed to each other, the train picked up speed. Sean had to squawk in protest once or twice, but Eric was a considerate fucker and immediately slowed down and made sure not to drive quite so far into Sean’s hole.

 

Unlike some of the world’s great tourist trains, this one wouldn’t run for long without exploding. When Eric moaned that he could feel his load on its way, Sean pulled off him, turned around, and said, “Cum all over my face, Eric!” Jake pulled Eric upright but kept pumping his ass from behind as Eric’s cock convulsed, spraying cum all over Sean’s face. As soon as Eric started cumming, Jake’s cock swelled up and then exploded inside his tight ass, filling his hole to overflowing with his seed.

 

That left Sean, who was determined to get his cock into Eric and feel Jake’s load on his shaft while he dumped his own seed inside the groomsman’s ass. As soon as Jake pulled out, Sean scrambled around until he was behind Eric, then pushed his cock deep into the ravaged hole and began pounding. Eric’s eyes were rolling up and his mouth was uttering incoherent sounds as Sean worked him over. The feel of Jake’s cum on his shaft soon brought Sean to the finish line, and he slammed all the way in, breeding him and letting his sperm mix with Jake’s sperm inside Eric’s ass.

 

The next night, after the wedding rehearsal, was even wilder. The rehearsal was at 3:00pm, and the light buffet supper afterwards was served at 4:30. That gave everyone “a free night to relax before tomorrow,” as Catherine put it. Once the rehearsal party wound down, around 6:30pm, Jake and Sean went back to their room and changed into speedos (because it wasn’t dark yet). They were all set when the knock came on the door. Sean opened it, and let out an involuntary “Whaaa…?”

 

Eric walked in, closely followed by Ronan. Jake stared in shock, and then managed to say, “Seriously, Ronan, what the fuck?”

 

“Hey, easy, Jake,” Ronan replied. “It’s all cool. I got kicked out. My dad has old-fashioned beliefs about the groom not seeing the bride before the ceremony, so Catherine’s spending the night with her maid of honour, Alicia. Known her since kindergarten.”

 

Sean intervened. “I think what Jake is trying to say, Ronan, is – do you know what’s going to happen here?”

 

“Oh, sure, I know all about it. Eric’s been talking for weeks about how he wanted to get you two to fuck him, and he told me all about what you got up to last night. And I thought it sounded pretty hot, too.” They both stared at him in disbelief. “Whoa, guys, don’t look like that. I’m bi.”

 

Jake tried again. “But, Ronan, my sister….”

 

“Don’t sweat it, Jake, she knows all about what I’m up to tonight. Catherine is bi too, and she and Alicia have been playing around together for years. We connected precisely because we’re both open-minded about these things. Those two are long-time partners in crime, and so are Eric and I. So, are we going to get this party started or what?”

 

Sean recovered first, and said, “Swimsuits, guys. There’s a couple of extras here if you need them. We’re not going out there naked because there’s still enough daylight for people to see us.”

 

Eric and Ronan stripped down and pulled on the offered suits. At least they were covered, but in Eric’s case it was “barely covered.” Any passers-by seeing four hot men in speedos crawling into a single hot tub would have no trouble coming to the correct conclusion.

 

Without going into too much detail, suffice it to say that the hot tub session rapidly developed into a terrific amount of groping, stroking, foot play, rubbing, and more under the water, while the wine was still going around above the water.

 

After the night got darker, the air got cooler, and the guys got hotter, the whole party moved inside. The curtains were closed, the speedos came off, and things really began to heat up. The final tally went something like this: Eric took loads from each of the other three, Ronan got loaded up by Jake and shot into Sean and Eric, Sean took a load from Ronan and gave loads to Jake and Eric, and Jake took one from Sean and gave two more to Ronan and Eric. Ronan also demonstrated his impressive skill at deep-throating Eric’s monster and was rewarded with a huge load down his throat, with the overflow spilling out over his face for Eric to lick up. At the end of the orgy, everyone took turns eating the mingled cum out of each other’s asses, all of which were well filled up. Add in the amount of alcohol consumed, and it was truly an epic rehearsal party, and one for the record books.

 

Eventually, Eric and Ronan staggered off to sleep together in Eric’s room, and Jake and Sean belatedly contemplated the tangled, rumpled state of their bed. Fresh sheets would have been welcome, but they couldn’t exactly call housekeeping at 3am, and anyway, as Jake so succinctly put it, “Fuck it, I’m too drunk to care.”

 

Both Jake and Sean were feeling somewhat the worse for wear when they arrived at 2:30pm for the ceremony at 3pm on Saturday afternoon. It made them feel a bit better to see that both Ronan and Eric were looking similarly washed out, and that Eric was walking with noticeable and decided caution.

 

The ceremony went perfectly. Jake and Sean, in their silver-grey and midnight blue tuxedos, walking on either side with Catherine on their arms, were the most eye-catching sight, hands down. The vows which Catherine and Ronan wrote for themselves were both personal and universal, and spoken for once in audible voices. After the ceremony, the wedding party and families moved to the gardens for photos with the tulips in bloom, and then into the hall for the reception.

 

The dinner was much better than many banquets, so good in fact that Jake slyly asked Sean if he’d been up cooking all night and that was what made him look tired. Sean wickedly replied that he had been up very late, and added that he guessed some people might call it cooking -- maybe.

 

When the lights dimmed for the First Dance, Jake and Sean joined all the other guests in a big circle around the dance floor, watching Catherine and Ronan moving slowly to the music. After one verse of the song, the wedding party moved onto the floor, and then the parents. Then the floor was open to all, and Jake and Sean stepped out in their turn. It was the first time they’d ever danced together, ballroom style, and Jake (who had some experience) didn’t know what to expect. But Sean moved right with him, dancing with grace and style, and the two of them, locked in each other’s arms, drew many eyes as they glided and turned, smooth as silk, under the blue lights.

 

After that, of course, followed a number of more upbeat songs. Catherine made a point of dancing with each of her brothers, and her mother made an even bigger point by dancing with Jake (not surprising), but then walking over to the table where Sean sat, watching them, and asking him, “May I have this dance, sir?” Sean rose and walked with her onto the floor, then showed again the grace and style which Jake had never expected. “You dance beautifully, Sean.”

 

“Thank you, Mrs. Bianchi.”

 

“I wanted to make sure I danced with all three of my sons tonight.”

 

Sean gulped, feeling tears rising behind his eyes. “Mrs. Bia….”

 

“Shhh.” She placed her finger on his lips. “Sean, you are my son now. Please call me Mother or Mom, as Ronan, Jake, and Catherine do.”

 

“Thank you, Mom. I don’t know what else to say.”

 

“That really says it all, Sean. Thank you for everything you’ve done to make my Jake so happy. And thank you for the dance. This next song is definitely over my speed, so I’ll let you go back to Jake and enjoy your evening.”

 

He bent down, raising her hand to kiss it, and she giggled. Then he returned to Jake, who immediately wanted to know what she had said to make him get so emotional. When Sean told him, Jake shook his head in wonderment, thinking that he never would have expected his mother to do anything like that. Sean took his hand. “I know what you’re thinking, Jake. She surprised both of us. I guess we’re not the only ones whose lives have been changed by everything that’s happened.”

 

Just then, Catherine moved onto the floor, and the bandleader called for quiet, and then handed her the microphone.

 

“This is a very special night for me, in more ways than just being married to the love of my life, Ronan. And I know he joins me in saying this. The last couple of years have been a true rollercoaster ride for my family, but it has brought us all together and made us more unified than ever before. These two years have also brought a new member into our family, a wonderful young man named Sean Callaghan, who has helped my brother Jake to become a completely different and far happier, more contented man than he has ever been. The strength of love between these two fellows, who I am proud to call my brothers, is a sight to behold. So, even though it’s not the First Dance now, I’m going to ask everyone to form a circle around the floor again, and watch Jake and Sean enjoy a special dance together -- to celebrate their love.”

 

As the guests moved into place, Sean led Jake onto the floor. This wasn’t found in any book of wedding protocol that Jake had ever heard of, but that was Catherine for you – she loved to do things her own way. The band struck up a slow, dreamy ballad, and Sean and Jake danced together again, looking as comfortable and easy in each other’s arms as if they’d been doing it all their lives. The song came to a cadence and a key change, and Sean took his cue, twirling effortlessly away under Jake’s upraised hand, and then, in the same smooth movement, completing the turn and dropping gracefully onto one knee, still holding Jake’s hand in his. There were a couple of gasps from the onlookers, and the music fell silent. And Sean spoke his heart.

 

“Jake, we’ve both had tough times in our lives, and those have made us defensive, cautious, self-sufficient. Right from the first day we met, though, we had an instant comfort zone with each other, and we both felt it. We not only wanted to spend time together, but we wanted to share ourselves, our lives, our feelings, in ways we had never imagined doing before.

 

“Where I lost my family, you’ve given me a new one. You’ve turned your home into our home. We promised to stick together and always have each other’s backs when we were fighting through the most brutal challenge of our lives. By the time we came out the other side, we knew that we had bonded, not just to survive a crisis, but for life. The love we share is awesome: so complete, so open, so honest, so real -- always.”

 

At this point, Sean drew in a shaky, nervous breath as he fished a small box out of his pocket. “So…, Jake Bianchi, will you marry me?”

 

In a split second, all the times they had shared together flashed through Jake’s mind – the drinks at The Corner, the first dinners in the condo, the wild sex which gradually deepened into something much more, the way they strengthened each other through their ordeal just by being together, the incredible night of love on the terrace, the night they first spoke their love to each other. It all rushed in on him so quickly that his eyes filled right up with tears, and he couldn’t speak, even as an enormous smile spread across his face.

 

Jake nodded several times, mouthing the word, “Yes,” over and over, as he smiled through his tears.

 

Sean slid the ring onto his finger, then stood up to draw Jake into his arms and kiss him. While they were kissing, the applause began. But then the band resumed the song, the audience fell silent again, and -- in the most natural way -- they resumed the dance, with their mouths still locked together in a kiss. The last notes faded slowly away as they stopped.

 

The roar of applause and cheers from the entire assembly nearly blew the roof off the hall. Even the band joined in, hollering, and shouting themselves hoarse.

 

At last, the band set off on another upbeat tune, and the crowd moved back out to the floor. But Jake and Sean walked slowly around the hall, hand in hand. They found Catherine and Ronan at last, and Jake said, “I can’t believe you let Sean do something like that to upstage you at your own wedding party.”

 

Ronan laughed, and said, “Actually, it was Catherine’s idea. She asked me, and I told her to go for it, so then she contacted Sean.”

 

Catherine put in her two cents’ worth. “Jake, I knew that if it were up to you, Sean probably wouldn’t see a ring for at least five more years because you’re always so wishy-washy on big decisions. He didn’t need any convincing!”

 

“Thank you. That was the most unforgettable moment of my life.” Jake hugged Sean close as he said it.

 

Catherine went on, “Really, I wanted to help things along because we could all see how much you loved each other -- but because of the kind of guy you are, Jake, and Sean says he is too, I wasn’t at all sure you’d manage to come right out and tell each other. I just wanted to make certain that happened.”

 

They moved in and kissed Catherine simultaneously, on her cheeks, then turned to shake hands with Ronan and hug him. No kissing there, although Sean dropped Ronan a wink which Catherine fortunately missed seeing.

 

Then Ronan asked, “Say, how about coming to have dinner with us next Saturday after we get back?”

 

“Sorry, Ronan. We’ll do it soon. But I happen to know that I’m going to be busy that day,” Jake said.

 

Sean had to ask, “Doing what?”

 

“Shopping for a ring for you, Sean.”

 

That raised a laugh from all of them.

 

Mom Bianchi came over to them. “Sean, that was the most amazing moment. You made me cry even more than Catherine did when she said, ‘I do’.” She kissed them both and wished them well.

 

Eric came up next, still wiping his eyes. “Dammit, Jake, why did you have to go all wonky and do the bashful bride thing, and then cry all over your tux? That’s what set me off! Seriously, guys, I’d love to, uhh, ‘hang out’ with you again but I’m guessing you’ll have other priorities tonight. Let’s swap digits, and we can get together later on, okay?” That was fine with Jake and Sean. Both of them had immensely enjoyed plowing and seeding Eric the previous two nights.

 

They spent at least the next 20 minutes, fielding congratulations and good wishes from various wedding guests whom they didn’t know at all. When they had a chance to look around again, they saw Mom Bianchi once again dancing with Patrick O’Hara, Ronan’s dad.

 

Sean remarked, “Mom seems to be really enjoying dancing with Patrick. Do you think there might be another wedding in the future and we’ll have to fight her for a date?”

 

Jake laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past her. That would be her fourth trip to the altar!”

 

In time, the remaining wedding rituals of cake, garter, and bouquet were all completed, the bride and groom took their ceremonial leave, and the rest of the party slowly wound down as people went their way. Jake and Sean went around for one last round of hugs, kisses, and good-byes, and then headed up to their room.

 

As they walked in, Jake leaned over and said, quietly, “No ripping the clothes off tonight, okay? These suits are too damn expensive to be misused and dumped in a heap on the floor.”

 

Sean laughed. “You never miss an opening, do you, Jake?”

 

In due time, the suits were carefully removed and ceremoniously hung up. The polished shoes were neatly tucked away into the bottom of the closet. As they began unbuttoning their shirts, Jake noticed something he hadn’t seen before. Instead of his usual plain boxer briefs, Sean was wearing something a lot brighter that gradually came into view as his shirt front opened – a pair of super-flashy silver micro-bikini briefs with two gold rings over the bulge. And when Sean pulled off his shirt and spun around, there were big gold letters across his ass, spelling out, “Just Married!”

 

Jake laughed. “Getting a little ahead of yourself? What if I’d said no?”

 

“I knew that wouldn’t happen. You know it, too, you’re just trying to get me going. But what if you’d said, ‘Okay, the celebrant’s still here, let’s do this right now’?”

 

Jake thought. “Hmm, I could have done it, too. Not a bad idea, that.”

 

“That’s why I wanted to be prepared. Actually, I only wore them to give them a test drive. Just like I had to give you a test drive on the dance floor.”

 

“And do we both meet your requirements, fussy sir?”

 

“A hundred and ten percent. Do I meet yours?”

 

“So much, I can’t even think of a number.”

 

In a few moments, the briefs were abandoned on the floor, and they were in bed, fondling each other’s cocks to see who could get a rise out of the other the fastest.

 

“You know, Sean, I’m pretty tired. Both physically and emotionally, it’s been a very full 3 days. Could we just settle for handjobs as a nightcap?”

 

Sean tried his best – a pretty poor best – to look and sound indignant. “After all we’ve been through, and after what I did tonight, all you’re offering me is a flippin handjob???”

 

“Sorry, the old man’s a bit worn out right now. Not to worry, I’ll be back on peak form by tomorrow.” And then Jake turned more serious. “Sean, I didn’t think I could love you any greater or deeper than I already do, but with that proposal, you proved me wrong. You are incredible. I love you so much.”

 

“And I love you, Jake. Always and forever.”

 

In another moment, the idea of mutual handjobs was forgotten. They’d have a whole lifetime of tomorrows for that. The kisses which followed were, as they both said later, the perfect end to a perfect night. Jake wrapped his arm around Sean’s shoulders, drawing him close, as Sean curled his head down to rest on Jake’s firm, furry chest.

 

As far as he was concerned, it made an ideal pillow.

 

 

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I enjoyed a little romance mixed in with some fun sex.  Great story @daddybear54  Thanks for sharing your talent with us.