Chapter 8

Part 1

Doctor Bruce Collier stared across the room at the tall 6 foot 1 inch man that was smiling down at him. God, he loved his eyes, a sort of auburn colour that just shimmered in the soft light of the bedroom. He couldn’t get enough of the man even now, 18 months after their first encounter. Nothing had prepared him for how good it felt to roll over and find someone there instead of a pillow or empty space.

Staring at Connor was like looking at a young Adonis. He stood tall and regal like, as if he was coming down to deliver a message of importance, and as he watched the younger man search the dresser top, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight. Connor weighted about 170 pounds of pure muscle, not an ounce of fat on his lean frame and his stomach was flat and the only ripples came from his muscles. No rolls of fat, not even an inch to pinch and that was true for all of his body. His legs were like highly polished beams of steel, he could attest to that in just how tight Connor could hold him between those legs. His arms were like pythons, the way they could just wrap around a person and squeeze them into submission.

For just about 18 months, he had learned that Connor was full of surprises, not just in bed but also in life. He would do things like get up an extra hour earlier to prepare him breakfast or pack him lunch. He had traded shifts just so that he could be with him on their 1st anniversary of being a couple and all of the other things he did, like buying him a new razor so he wouldn’t have to shop. All of it is what made Bruce realize that he was hooked and in love, and yet still, he felt like he wasn’t doing all he could.

Connor was no closet case, he was out and proud of it, and there was the difference between them. He was still in the closest as far as his work life and social life was. No one at the hospital knew he was gay, and other than Conner and maybe one or two in his past life, no one knew he was gay. His father did, but that had come out by accident and was something he wished had always remained buried between them.

As Connor continued to search the dresser drawers, Bruce’s thoughts continued to reflect on the strained relationship between him and his father. God, if the Major knew that he was actually sharing his place with another man he would blow more than a gasket. He could just seem him now, ordering a firing squad to come and get him, but then that was a bit melodramatic even for the Major. Instead, he’d summon some religious tribunal or something, because to the Major gays were something to be eradicated or removed from his presence. He had fought hard against the military stance of  ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ and he was a died in the wool conservative, who thought being gay was some perverted choice, that it could be expunged if the person truly desired to be normal.

Don’t even talk to the Major about AIDS, not unless you wanted a full biblical discourse on what happened to those who blasphemed against God and his holy words. Nope, the Major would indeed not be happy knowing this part of his son’s life, but then he rarely approved of anything Bruce had done, even as a child. He could remember how even his toys had to be inspected each night, to make sure they were clean and in their proper spot in his toy box. Looking at the mess on his dresser, he just knew his father would frown and his hand would be thumping the side of his leg in disgust at the unsightly mess. Well, tough for the old man because Bruce had something more important, he had someone to talk to, someone to share his fears with, and someone to love.

No longer did he have to wake up to empty beds or a battered pillow, instead he would wake up to the cheerful face of Connor, to his smile, his auburn eyes that glittered when they looked at him, and to his perfect steel moulded body. In another 6 months, they would be celebrating their second anniversary, and he would be celebrating the completion of his final year of residency. He hadn’t told Connor yet, but he had booked two tickets to an exotic 9-day cruise, just the two of them and 3 other gay couples.

The trip was special not just as a celebration, but it was the first outing he had taken with other gays. The cruise was a gay cruise, and that in itself was a big step forwards for him, not totally out, but a good beginning. Connor would be stunned, and he was already getting excited about what his face would look like when he presented him with the tickets. Life could be fun, and it didn’t need a book of rules either or some stupid regime either.

Bruce “You planning on spending our last few hours going through my drawers?”

Connor “Uh huh, until I find what I am looking for, after all, you are going to be on shift for 36 hours straight, and I am going to be working a double so…”

Bruce “So that means we shouldn’t be wasting time looking for stuff, and just exactly what are you looking for?”

Connor “Well…UH HUH! Got it!”

Connor turned and stood up, the thin plastic bottle in his hand held high up, triumphant as he showed it off and Bruce felt a slight lump in his chest. The special bottle of strawberry massage oil and he knew that Connor was really going all out for their last few hours before shift. God, he always was doing this kind of stuff, always trying to please him or make their time together special, when just being with him was the ultimate reward.

Bruce “When did you hide that there? Damn you are sneaky”

Connor “Haha, comes from all those one nighters, guy has to learn how to keep things tucked away for when that Mr. Right shows up, and baby, am I ever glad you showed up”

Connor bent down and kissed Bruce full on the lips, the bottle still in his hand as he wrapped his arms around Bruce’s neck and pulled him upwards a little. He tasted the fresh saltiness of his mouth, knowing just how it got to be salty and he smiled, as he felt the warmth starting to flow once more through his body.

The touch of his mouth on Bruce’s lips was almost too much; he almost dropped the bottle of oil as the first jolt of electricity passed through his body. He could feel the excitement building once more even though only an hour had passed since their last explosion of love. He couldn’t believe how passionate a man Bruce had become.

Every time they were together was like a whole new adventure in the wilds of passion and he couldn’t believe how sensual Bruce could be one second, and like a raging tiger the next. It had given their sex life a sense of excitement that he never expected to feel at this time of his life, even though he was just 26. The press of lips was just one more reminder about how much he felt for the doctor and how much it made him feel whole to see him smile.

Their jobs weren’t exactly easy ones, both of them saw the damages that man could inflict on themselves or their brothers, and for what? A pack of cigarettes or some stupid dime bag or some imagined insult or slur? All of this they saw, and yet when they came together, it was like all of that had never happened. Connor leaned back to stare at Bruce, his eyes sparkling as he twisted the bottle open and he sat down, to stare into the aqua coloured eyes of his lover.

Just sitting together, both of them nude, they could feel the other’s thoughts and desires. Bruce felt the waves of love that Connor was sending to him and he knew his own feelings were being received as warmly as he could ever hope for. He watched the hands as the bottle tipped and the red thick liquid poured into the hand and just as Connor’s thumb was about to close the lid, he reached out with his own hand and smiling, he poured more of the red liquid into his own hand.

Connor was surprised at first and then as the smile reached down inside, warming the burning embers in his soul he felt the ease and comfort coming up towards him. His heart was gentle and steady, the beat not yet rising as the embers only glowed inside, waiting for the match that he knew was coming. His hand reached out to lay the warm scented oil on the beating chest of his lover and as he touched the hot flesh, he shivered, feeling the touch of Bruce’s hand on his chest at the same time. It was amazing, how they could just stare at each other and know the others thoughts.

With the palm of his hand he slowly started to move the warm oil across the beating chest, in a slow circular motion he moved his hand across the young virile chest. He could feel the muscles underneath and he smiled wider, knowing just how much effort it took Bruce to maintain his physique. He worked out regularly at the hospitals staff gym, in between breaks, in order to keep his strength up and he loved the result. The way his whole body had grown hard like steel and yet the flesh was as tender as a baby’s bottom.

Touching that firm chest, feeling the muscles coiling underneath the palm of his hand was like playing with electricity. He kept feeling the small jolts as they soared into his body, soaking in like a sponge with water and yet it was pure energy, pure power that was coursing through his body as his hand moved down a little, rubbing across the rolling stomach muscles, feeling the desire building up and his eyes never once flickered or moved from the soft aqua glow from Bruce.

His neighbour had explained it to him once, a long time ago when he was a mere boy, that love would conquer all fears, that true love would be a painful and yet extremely powerful aphrodisiac that would keep a person sane and give them purpose when all around them the world could be crumbling. He never really understood the ranting’s of the young man then, a man who had seen the horrors of war as a Navy Chaplain, but he was beginning to understand his words now. Chaplain Mark was indeed prophetic, when he said love could keep you safe from the ravages of a world gone mad, and as he felt the love building up inside of Bruce, he knew his own love was starting to flame, starting to once more reign over his mortal body and he smiled.

The sight of Connor’s white teeth gleaming and the touch of his flesh against the palm of his oil soaked hand were beginning to make him tremble in excitement and wanton desire. He couldn’t explain it, despite all the medical training and lectures, on how the simple touch of one man could awaken so much power, could give him so much strength that nothing devised by man could dent that coating of armour that Connor seemed to wrap around him each time they were together. No amount of blood, no amount of human suffering could dent his armour and he shuddered now, feeling the power of his love rising up inside as his hand moved down to brush across the soft thigh.

Slowly Connor’s hands reached out and moved gently along the trembling body in front of him. His eyes were still glued to the soft face of his lover and he could feel him reaching inside, snuggling into the warmth of his heart and as he did, he felt his heart start to beat stronger, more louder as it reached out to hold the fragile strands of Bruce’s feelings.

Connor’s fingers spread out along the solid body, touching every pore as it slowly brushed across the shaking flesh. He could feel the heat rising, not just in the body but deep inside, where the soul rested and he knew that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for the man shaking under his fingers. He loved him, and while he thought the word over used by most, he knew in his own soul just how much that word meant to him. It was his first real love, no one had come close to the way Bruce had in awakening his emotions, bringing him such joy in ways that he had never dreamed of.

He moved his hands to the side, coating the body with the scented oil that wafted up between them, filling his nostrils with its sweet fragrance, reminding him of how much he cared for Bruce and of how much Bruce cared for him. It was like a sugar rush, and he leaned in now to bring the two of them closer, their bodies shifting as they came closer, as their bodies seemed to just fit around each other. Legs went one way, knees another and somehow they still stood upright, their faces close now and they could feel each other’s warm breath on their cheeks.

Connor could feel the love pulsing inside of him now, and his hands were holding onto the firm shoulders of the older man, his fingers spread out as far as possible and yet he wanted to touch more of the man, to feel more of his body. The scent of strawberries now mingled and joined with the scent of Bruce and as Connor breathed it in deeply, he could feel the soft press on his nipple, the way Bruce’s hand was circling it, flicking out at it now and then, and then circling again, touching him in such a soft and sensual manner that he felt his heart skip a beat and his lungs gasp for a quick breath of air.

With a sudden thundering in his ears, Bruce could feel his desire rising upwards, threatening the calm composure that he was exhibiting. Every nerve in his body was on edge, waiting and anticipating the next move and yet it didn’t matter what it expected because whatever came was still a surprise, still a shock that only made him want more. His body was shaking to Connor’s touch and he could feel his heart starting to beat faster, the adrenalin beginning to flow and mingle with the wild passion that was now bubbling up from his soul. He could feel his toes twitch as they arched outwards, and he knew the solid lump of flesh between his legs was aching to get into the act. 

The warm touch of oil down his shoulder and across his shoulder blades made him lean inwards, and as he did he felt the press of warm lips on his neck, then the raspy edge of Connor’s tongue licked at his chin, just under one cheek and slowly he felt it being dragged along his jaw line towards his ears and he shuddered, his mouth now open as he drank in deeply of the fragrant air between their two bodies. He felt his hand squeezing now at the firm pink nipple and he could feel the sudden jolt inside of Connor, and his own mouth curled into a wide grin.

He shivered as Connor’s tongue moved up his jaw line, up to the eager ear lobe that seemed to be vibrating, waiting for the coming tongue and wild sensations that it would bring to his senses. He couldn’t stop himself, his hand moved down the flat washboard stomach as the edge of Connor’s tongue licked at the bottom of his ear lobe, feeling the heat and hearing the air being parted by the hot curling tongue.

Both of Bruce’s hands rested firmly on the soft supple thighs, feeling the muscles inside of each leg and he could feel their tension too, knowing how much they wanted to be wrapped around his own slender waist, wanting to grip him and hold him tight while his hips moved in and out and yet they waited, patiently but anxious still. His heart moved into a higher gear and he could feel the small ache growing around his groin and rectum. His body was slowly leaving his control, following its own pathway, its own commands and he sighed, knowing how much he loved the man who was taking over his body. The press of his tongue against the first rung of his ear lobe, made him shake and his hand clench the hot flesh of Connor’s thighs.

Bruce’s sigh echoed softly in Connor’s ear and he flicked his tongue into the waiting circle, hearing the soft whump as Bruce exhaled suddenly and he knew that once more they were linking together, that once more they were experiencing each other as only true lovers could. His body began to ache all over and he felt the soft flesh of his own thighs surrender to the urgent demand of Bruce’s fingers. His own cock was now once more awakened and waiting for a chance to force their union, to be the divining rod that made their hearts cross the bridge of mortality to join together in a wild and wonderful dance of love.

Connor brought his hands up and off the trembling shoulders, they grasped firmly the fine handsome face between them and he held the head to one side as he bore in with his tongue. The hot curled tip poked straight down into the ear and then started to swirl around, slowly being withdrawn and then, just as it was about to leave, it bore back inside, to once more wash the inner ear and cause Bruce to gasp for air, to cause his body to shake in wild throes of joy. Bruce’s toes curled and ached as his legs shot almost straight out, quivering to the wild licking of Connor’s tongue.

He couldn’t hold on any longer and Bruce felt his body sagging and then falling backwards onto the bed, the force of Connor’s love pushing him backwards and his body began to shake and his chest heave as he struggled for air. Suddenly his whole body felt like it was on fire as he felt the raspy tongue lick across his shaking cheek and then the hard press of lips against his face began to make him tremble. He could feel the hands leave his face and roam down his sides, caressing the vibrating muscles in his arms and then to rest along his aching sides.

Connor moved his body so that it rested fully on the quivering stomach of his lover and his eyes were blazing now with a strange lust, one that he had rarely felt in the past but which was becoming common when he was with Bruce. His hands were like two automons, moving without direction and reaching for places that were just out of reach, making him ache in a way that hurt and yet was exciting too.

His tongue moved back under the jaw, licking at the white flesh of Bruce’s neck and he could feel the Adam’s apple bobbing with each long hard lick of his tongue. He could feel the muscles surrendering to the wild passion and he could feel the legs tensing up as the curled around the back of his own legs, holding him down, holding him in their iron grip and he could feel his heart beating faster now, his breath becoming shallow as his own body roared to the constant ache of his desire for Bruce.

At first the hard strokes of Connor’s tongue under his chin made his hands clench and dig into the back of his lover, his fingers digging deep until they touched bone and yet now he found his hands off to the side, pounding slowly against the firm mattress as the desire roared inside of him. His heart was pounding and his soul seemed to be screaming for him to let it out, to let it run free and reach for Connor’s own loudly calling soul. His body began to shake harder now as he felt the tongue running down the centre of his chest, the harsh edge flicking away the strawberry oil to curl around the few chest hairs, curling them and then flattening them against his now wet body. His chest heaved and he breathed in the warm fragrance of their love, a hint of strawberry all that was left of the oil as their own love grew and began to wrap around the two shaking bodies.

Bruce felt the muscles in his legs protesting as they hugged the steel beams that were Connor’s own legs. He felt the toes curling and then arching as he wrapped his feet around themselves, refusing to let the young body between them move. He felt the warmth of Connor’s flesh as it began to shake too and he felt his head reaching backwards, his eyes cast heaven wards as Connor continue to lick at his shaking body. Every muscle could feel each long stroke of the tongue and with it, he felt himself growing hotter, the fever of his lust for Connor beginning to take hold deep inside.

The fires of his desire for Bruce were burning hot now inside, his soul was aching for release and he could feel his hard cock pressing into the soft inner thigh muscle of Bruce’s leg as he licked at the flat stomach. He could taste the strawberry but more than that, he could taste the love that was flowing between their two bodies. He could hear Bruce’s soul calling to him, urging him on as he continued to lick at the burning flesh.

His hands now held the trembling hips between his fingers. He could feel the muscles shifting, the blood pulsing through as he held the two sides tight, feeling their power, feeling their desire for him roaring outwards and his mouth moved down the lanky body, licking and kissing and just tasting the raw desire that oozed upwards from the pores of the flesh. His whole mind was gone into a fog of lust as his heart took over, guiding him and urging him onwards.

The room darkened, not even the soft glow of the hidden lighting could penetrate the darkness as it filled the entire room. Despites the coming darkness, the spirits of their hearts were undaunted, because they knew the reason, and as the two bodies started to squirm on the bed, it was as if a giant spotlight had suddenly been flicked on. The power of their love now took centre stage and the glow from its power filled the area around the two men. The soft brilliance of their love glowed and gave them both a bluish tinge to their flesh as their minds were no longer capable of fathoming all that was happening.

Connor felt down, his tongue licking at the hollow of Bruce’s belly button, his hands reaching for the growing inferno that was Bruce’s groin and his own body ached in such a way that he could feel the spasms of pain as a tail end to the wild passion waves that were filling him. The hot fire inside of him was reaching up, he could feel the flames licking at the back of his throat, and he knew that he couldn’t hold out for much longer. Time no longer had any meaning and yet the clock in his body was racing faster.

Bruce reached down with his hands to rest them on top of Connor’s perfect head. His hands ran the fingers through the short brown strands of hair and then grew tighter and more insistent as his body continued to be racked by wave after wave of joy. His soul was crying out and he could feel the power of Connor’s heart as it reached for him. The pain in his rectum grew and he felt his legs suddenly uncoiling, suddenly stretching outwards as Connor’s hands reached down to caress the hot mound of flesh between his own legs. He felt the fingers sliding down the trembling pole of his tool, the tips barely touching his sizzling flesh as they moved down the entire 7 ½ inches.

The press of Connor’s fingertips against his pubic hairs, the way they twirled the wiry hair around themselves and then pulled and then pressed back in was making him groan now and his hands began to press harder on Connor’s head, forcing his head down further, trying to make him go beyond the fire in his belly. He could feel Connor’s lips sizzling as they kissed his hot burning belly and he groaned even more.

Connor’s hands moved down the shaking side and then back up, then down they would race past the trembling hips and down the sleek legs, feeling the muscles shake to their touch and then quickly back up once more passing the aching hips and up the shaking sides. Each trip grew shorter in reach and soon Bruce felt them rubbing nothing but the hips and he moaned loudly, the pain in his groin becoming almost unbearable, the press of Connor’s lip on his lower belly only making him try to raise his hips forward, to bring his throbbing cock upwards, to try and reach that burning mouth that was still licking at his body.

The harsh sound of plastic ripping made him open his eyes for a second, and then they closed shut again, willing his body to heed the commands of his aching heart. The pounding was becoming harder to take, the pain in his chest only growing more intense as he felt the quick press of plastic on the edge of his cock, feeling the thin sheath of plastic rolled down the throbbing pole of his desire and he shivered, wondering what was coming next. 

He felt the press of lips against the covered cock head, which made his whole body shudder and then the tongue. Once again, Connor’s tongue was licking at his flesh, running down the underside of his full-blooded cock, every inch of flesh taut with the strain of his love and the tongue moved down all 7 ½ inches slowly. He felt his cock jerk and he knew that he was dripping gallons of hot pre cum into the thin plastic and still the tongue moved down, slow and steady as it licked at his underside. He felt his cock jerking harder as the tongue came closer to his root and then he felt the lips pressing up against the thick 1-¾ inch base.

Connor kissed him lightly, feeling the passion welling up inside of his lover, and he felt his own body shake, his own cock jerk from side to side, the hot touch of his own pre cum against his inner thighs almost making him lose it completely. His heart ached from the wild pounding and yet as he kissed the hot root, it sped up, beating even faster now. His chest heaved and his breathing became shallow and short as his body consumed all of the oxygen faster than he could bring it in. The scent of love filled his nostrils, which flared with each breath, each draft of that aroma that now enveloped them both in the darkness of the room.

He could feel the heat from their love, as it bathed their sweating bodies and yet he could only see the burning fires of desire that rested between them both. Connor shook, feeling his body surrendering to the wild calls coming from Bruce and he could feel the joy flowing into his veins, filling his blood with its warmth, making him boil with desire.

Bruce could feel the power of their love as Connor’s hands reached down to hold his buttocks. He felt the fingers digging into the soft flesh of his cheeks and pulling them all at the same time. His body started to throb now, the pain in his groin being matched by the desire in his rectum as Connor’s face moved down past his cock, to cradle his full balls in his mouth. He felt each sac as it was slowly sucked into the hot moist mouth and to the torture of his unrelenting tongue as it licked all around the shaking mound of flesh. He felt the raspy edge roll all around each ball, slowly letting one out, then the other, and then slowly pull one in, lick it again and again and then let it out to pull in the other one, and once more lick all around the shaking flesh of his sac.

Bruce was almost in tears from the joy he was feeling as Connor sucked on his balls, it was amazing how tender he was one second and then so strong the next. His finger dug deep into the soft flesh of his cheeks and he could feel his soul reaching out, he could feel it starting to bond with the dancing dervish that was Connor’s soul and he sighed, feeling the pain lance up his spin as Connor’s hand dug deep and held. He almost cried out as his balls were suddenly pushed aside by the sudden darting motion of Connor’s face and he felt the tongue suddenly let loose once more to roam on his body.

The coarse tongue was pushing apart his cheeks now, Connor’s nose digging into the side of his groin, pressing against one wet and full testicle, and he groaned as he felt the tongue starting to slide down his valley. His cheeks trembled and shook as the hot wet tongue moved quickly down his inside valley, and rested suddenly against the puckering pink hole of his rectum. He felt the soft breath of his lover blowing against the hole, as if to cool it or lull it and it made him quiver, excitement rolling up and down his body as his hands reached out to either side now, gripping at the silken bed sheets, rolling them up into his fists as the tongue circled his hole, licking lightly at the hot flesh around the puckered hole and he felt his body suddenly grow still, each muscle suddenly holding him perfectly still as the hot rough tongue circled, just circling.

The sudden thrust burst thru the small muscles, the hard curled tongue had stopped its circling and thrust forward, streaking past the waiting muscle and dived deep and hard into the warm silky inner tunnel of Bruce’s body. It struck hard and fast, reaching deep inside and the whole body of the 31-year-old doctor suddenly surrendered. Nothing mattered now as his balls slung upwards, slamming hard into the fully aroused penis.

His hand suddenly let go of the bed sheets, his fingers no longer clenched in a tight ball but totally extended outwards, as if in pure shock by the sudden invasion of his inner body. His head was crushing back and upwards into the hard mattress and his legs were stretched out like on fine piano wire. His toes arched down and away from the body and even were spread apart as the pain of surrender filled his entire body.

He groaned loudly, rattling the mirror on his dresser, and yet he could still feel his soul dancing and singing as his eyes grew mottled by brilliant flashes of reds and greens and even yellows. Stars began to sparkle under his eyelids as his whole body arched upwards while that unyielding tongue continued to lick at his insides, continued to try and unravel further inside, reaching for the back of his throat even as it too shook to the wild release that Bruce’s body was unleashing at that second.

His cock jerked and banged hard into the soft cheeks of Connor’s face, and then it too moved wildly in all directions. The thin plastic was suddenly stretched by the sudden gush of hot milk that began to flow with wild abandon inside. The hot cum filled the tube and rolled down the narrow space between he hot burning flesh and the cold thin plastic itself. The throbbing in his groin grew harder as his heart suddenly burst free and roared out with a new sense of power and desire. His whole body was trembling and shaking in uncontrollable spasms as his balls started to unload their precious milk.

While the pain was still racing up his body, he felt the hard press of hands on his cheeks, and then suddenly his whole body was being flung upwards, his legs being tossed up high and he could feel the blood draining from them, coming down to his body as his legs were suddenly hoisted high up into the air.

The fullness in his rectum was suddenly removed, a sort of vacuum effect seemed to suck his muscles outwards, as if he was being pulled out of his skin and his mind was faint, his head rolling from side to side and drool dripped from his lips as he continued to cry out, his balls still emptying their precious fluid, his cock still throbbing as it reared back to unleash a third violent explosion of man milk. His arms were thrust deep into the mattress by the weight of his own legs being pressed down onto his body and his eyes blinked, opening for a brief second to see Connor’s face looming above him, a glint in his eyes that showed he was gripped in a fever of passion.

Just as the last of his cum came flooding out into the condom, he felt the hard press against his rectum, the hot wedge of a hard pole pressing inwards against the hot valley of his rectum. He could feel the sliding cock as Connor pushed with one hand on the shaft of his 7-¾ inch penis, wedging the thick cock head up against the puckering hole. Once more Bruce felt his body heave and this time, he felt the total collapse of his insides. 

Every muscle he had was suddenly stretched and pushed aside as the throbbing cock came flying inside of him. The huge 2 inch thick weapon suddenly filled him like nothing else could and he felt his own hips arching upwards, eager to meet the hard violent downward thrust from Connor’s own strong body. They met and the explosion only grew hotter and spread faster as the long jerking cock moved deep inside of the already defeated body.

Every ounce of Connor’s 170-pound body crashed down onto his own body and the bed groaned as the force pushed Bruce deep into the softness of the mattress. His body was still shaking from his own explosion and now it was bucking with the force of Connor’s entry into it. He could feel the fullness of his rectum, the way he was so suddenly stuffed with Connor’s love and it washed thru his body like a giant tidal wave. Every nerve in his body suddenly was set off, as wave after wave of love filled him and every doubt, every ache, every pain, every fear and hesitation was suddenly being drowned by the tremendous force of Connor’s love for him. He cried now, tears rolling down his cheeks as his head was tossed from side to side.

His hands pounded the bed hard and then fell flat as his body continued to rock to the hard long strokes of Connor’s trembling cock. It dug deep inside of him; way past the mark that Connor’s tongue had reached, and he could almost taste it as if it was lodged in the very reaches of his throat. He coughed, and almost choked, as the huge cock was pressed in further, as Connor’s hard steel like body ground down on his own firm body.

The blood was boiling and now flowed over the top, draining itself and leaving his limbs empty and devoid of all strength. His heart pounded in frantic fury to try to force more blood to flow and the pain in his chest grew tight and hard as his lungs struggled for air. The pain was about to make him pass out and he could feel himself slipping off into blissful oblivion as his soul danced, the fires in his belly becoming raging inferno’s as Connor continued to ram his pole deep inside.

Each stroke was like a hot poker into his body and he couldn’t stop the tremors that grew into uncontrollable shaking. His muscles were like putty now, no strength left as the huge cock continued to dig deep, continued to fill his long tunnel of love with its majesty, its strength, its desire, its love.

Connor cried out now, his voice echoing into their chamber of passion, it bounced off the walls to come crashing back into the twisting and gyrating bodies, striking them with it power, and yet leaving the bodies untouched, as they continued to twist and jerk without heed to their surroundings. Bruce’s body was soaked by the rivers of sweat that poured across his hot flesh and Connor’s body continued to feed those rivers by the cascading falls of his own perspiration. The two bodies moved together and yet apart as the hearts joined together, beating faster with each passing second, and as the hearts beat, so did the hard pounding of their groins grow faster.

The pain was intense, Bruce had never felt so much power raging inside of him before, as every inch of Connor’s throbbing cock pressed in deeper, as his small pink hole was being stretched to a point that he never thought possible, as the pain of the full hard balls slapping into him became harder and faster, and all he could do was weakly pound the bed. His legs were trembling up above his torso, his eyes were blinded by the brilliant light of their love and his ears deafened by the loud voices of two souls joined together in song and dance.

Connor “OH GOD!”

The loud cry boomed into Bruce’s ears and he felt his body being pushed past the hard metal coils of the mattress as the last hard thrust came crushing down onto his body. He felt the deep throb of Connor’s cock as it sped deep into Bruce’s rectum, pushing aside every single muscle, touching him deeply as the head flew from side to side, jerking and rearing and striking hard. The hard sound of Connor’s balls slamming into the wet flesh of his cheeks only added to the torment of his mind as he squeezed hard with every ounce of remaining strength in a vain attempt to slow down the wild plunge of the 7-¾ inch penis. The thick 2 inches of solid flesh was no match and it dug deep, filling him and stretching his insides beyond measure and as the wiry pubic hairs reached his soft cheeks, they began to stick inwards, dig deep into his flesh as Connor’s body refused to slow or stop it hard downward press.

The cock pressed deep and as it reached in as far as it could go, Bruce felt the warm feeling flooding thru his body. He could feel the sudden expansion of the cock deep inside, and he let out a long slow moan, knowing that Connor had cum, that the thickening feeling was from the sudden flow of Connor’s cum down the sides of his condom covered penis. He felt the motion, as the cream came backwards down the throbbing pole and his muscles twitched, his nerves experiencing the warm rush of love as his whole body trembled to the deep shudders of Connor’s own body.

With one final thrust, one last oomph, Connor fell across the heaving body of his lover. His body spent, his energy zapped by the demand of their love and his heart still beat fast, the rush of his passion still running between the two joined bodies. His arms no longer had feeling as he lay there, between Bruce’s legs, his hard penis dripping cum back onto his groin and pubic hairs.

Connor’s head was nestled under Bruce’s chin and shoulder. He could feel his body rise with each deep gulp of air that Bruce sucked in, his own body aching from a lack of air and yet the scent of strawberries mingled with man milk made him swoon and smile. His tongue licked at his lips and across the sweating shoulder that held his face. God, he felt so exhausted, so drained and yet so complete. This was indeed, what Chaplain Mark had to have meant, and he wished he could tell him how right he had been.

Bruce “Connor…”

Connor “Yeah, me too, me too.”

Part 2

Terry pulled his shoes on, the nights business finished and he looked over at Jason, feeling his eyes boring in on his back as he finished dressing. The sex had been good, but he was feeling troubled, his heart uneasy as he collected himself. There was something about having a lover, it was someone you could rely on and someone that could always give you that extra strength to go out and do something that really wasn’t always fun.

Jason had a glassy look in his eyes and he wondered about that, having noticed it the last few times that they had ‘dated’ but he didn’t really pay it much attention. After all, they guy did pay well and how he looked after was only important in determining if he had been satisfied. By the glassy stare and still rather heavy breathing, he was pretty certain that Jason had enjoyed himself, and that was the name of the game, wasn’t it?

Terry “Well, guess I should get going, you coming back to the bar for last call?”

Jason “Huh? Oh, uh, no, I don’t think so, uh, sure you don’t want to stay longer? We could uh, maybe do more business a little later?”

Terry “haha, you really are horny tonight Jason, but no, I really should get back, I did leave a friend there, remember?”

Jason “A friend? Oh, yeah, the blond, well, why don’t you go get him and come back here? We could have some fun, I got some vodka, and I still have some pot around… what do you say?”

Terry “Uh, thanks Jason, but no, not tonight, okay?”

Jason “No, not really, but I suppose in your position one has to do certain things, don’t you?”

Terry “Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jason “Nothing, nothing Terry, sorry guess I am still a bit, well you know how you make me feel, what can I say?”

Terry “Okay, well, I know you mean well Jason, but, well, you know how it is”

Jason “Yes, all too well, anyhow, so I guess you want to get going, I’ll get my wallet, that is what you are waiting for, right?”

Terry “Come on Jason, you make me sound like a cold prick, you know I do my best for you, it isn’t just about the money”

Jason “yes, I suppose, guess I am just in one of my moods, okay, well let me see, oh here it is.”

Jason reached across the bed to grab at his wallet that was resting in plain sight on the night table. He always did that, and Terry felt annoyed at it too. It was like he was testing Terry, each time he would make a big show of putting the wallet down, and then at the end he would make an even bigger show of looking for it.

Terry waited patiently for Jason to finish his grand acting job and he wondered how Ashley was holding up. It had taken much longer than he had expected, but it should be worth it. Jason usually tipped him pretty big when he took his time, and he had spent almost an hour and a half extra this time, that should be at least worth an extra ‘c’ note. He watched as Jason counted out some bills and a feeling of resentment was starting to swell up inside of him.

He counted out the bills a second time, making a real show of it, and then he turned his face and stared out at Terry. His eyes were narrow and cold looking as he held tightly onto the bills. 

Jason “Sure you and your friend don’t want to come back?”

Terry could feel the draw, the pull that the money was having on him, but at the same time, he could feel his anger mounting. He didn’t like to have games played on him, and Jason was definitely playing one on him this time. They had a deal, $200 for their normal routine, if he stayed longer and let Jason do more, which had happened tonight, Jason would tip him at least an extra $50 for each 30 to 45 minutes. That meant he should get $300 for tonight and yet he had watched Jason count out 10 twenty-dollar bills.

Terry “Yeah, I am sure Jason, real sure.”

He had said that in such a cold voice that Jason actually flinched for a second. The coldness of the voice was something he had not heard before from Terry and he looked away, the money he had counted out in one hand, the rest of his money gripped tightly in the other hand. He knew he had shorted Terry, but he wanted him to stay, not to leave and besides, if it was about money, why shouldn’t he make every penny count?

With a sense of disappointment showing in his face he handed over the ten bills towards Terry who took them and stared into Jason’s face. He counted the bills, a first for him with Jason and he could see the effect it had on his date.

Jason “Don’t you trust me anymore Terry?”

Terry “I don’t know, thought we had an arrangement for when I stayed longer?”

Jason “Yes, but you aren’t staying are you?”

Terry “No, but I have been here an hour and a half longer than normal already.”

Jason “Oh? Really? Doesn’t seem like that, are you sure?”

Terry “Yes Jason, I am sure, you know me better than that, what gives man?”

Jason “Nothing, I guess I just never realized that we got here earlier, that is all, here, another $50 cover it?”

Terry wasn’t happy and his first instinct was to call Jason on the whole thing, but discretion was the better part of valour, and besides, $250 was better than zip. He pocketed the extra $50 and his eyes told Jason exactly what he thought of his little game. He could see it strike home too, which helped ease the frustration and anger that he was feeling. Rarely did he bother about this shit, most of his regulars always dealt straight, because they all wanted the return engagement. It was obvious that Jason had forgotten that rule, and he knew that if he ever did ‘date’ Jason again, he would not put out so much effort, nor would there be any extra time given.

Terry “Mind if I use your phone to call a taxi?”

Jason “Sure, you know you don’t have to ask, come on Terry, don’t get all bent out of shape”

Terry “I am not Jason, if I was I can assure you that you would know it, I always remember my manners when a guest.”

Jason “Okay, as long as you aren’t upset with me, I would drive you back, but well, I am rather comfortable right now”

Terry “Like I said, no problem”

He waited outside, huddled a little under the apartment buildings canopy as he thought back to tonight. There was no doubt that Jason was getting weird on him and he decided he had better cross him off his ‘to do’ list and let someone else deal with him. It wasn’t that the sex was kinky but he had this sixth sense and for some reason it was kicking in overtime right now. 

Jason had never fucked around with the money before, and like hell he didn’t know what time they arrived. The son of a bitch always, without fail, checked not only the clock in the hallway, his watch, but also the alarm clock in the bedroom. He knew exactly to the minute when they had arrived, and he knew to the minute when they were finished.

This was the part of his job he hated the most, well almost the worse part, but it ranked high up there. Like who was he going to call if a ‘john’ stiffed him? It wasn’t like the police would come racing to his rescue, and he didn’t want to get into that scene where he had a pimp. Man, they sucked the money out of your hands faster than a virgin could cum on the first try. No, he just had to rely on his own street smarts, and so far, he had been lucky in not being stiffed. Sure, the occasional john off the street pulled something, but that he expected, it was not expected from a regular.

Well, he would make sure that the other working boys at the bar knew about tonight, it wouldn’t stop Jason from getting a date, but it sure as hell would prevent him from getting any ‘extras’, which he liked. Damn the bastard, this was supposed to be his night with Ashley, and he had taken the job because he was a regular, and then to try to stiff him, fuck that sucked. He would have been better off staying at the bar but then he wouldn’t have the $250 in his pocket either, which was a good start for the new place.

The taxi ride was just as thoughtful as he wondered if Ashley was okay. Damn, he had been gone way too long, yet he was anxious to see Ashley again and to just take him home and hold him. There was something about Ashley that made him feel so alive, so full of life that he couldn’t explain it. Even the dark thoughts about Jason didn’t seem to dent his gleeful desire to be with Ashley and that was something. Normally he would brood about such shit, but all he could think of was that he had a good start in making a happy new home for him and Ashley.

There was no doubt that Ashley was a looker, hell you could just tell that by the way Jason was practically drooling, wanting to get him to pimp Ashley to him. Well, no one, not one other person would get to have that pleasure, because he planned to make this one count. He didn’t understand it, but deep in his heart he felt this tug, as if Ashley was already inside of him, holding him and he smiled as he saw the cab pulling around the corner, only a few blocks from the bar.

It was strange, to feel so happy when the evening had gone anywhere but as planned or desired. First the date cropping up, then the shit that Jason pulled, should have made him feel angry, feel betrayed even and instead, all he could think of was being back with Ashley. Being able to stare at his wonderful face, the way his lips curled when he smiled, or the way his eyes lit up each time he looked at him, that was all he could think of and for some reason the darkness just couldn’t take hold inside. 

While he paid off the taxi, he wondered if maybe there was something else he could do, maybe it was time for him to get out of the business and go on the straight and narrow path of honest work? He shook his head as he told the cabbie to keep the change, knowing that while many looked down on his type of work; he never had really felt it was all that dirty or bad. He performed a service, and many of his regular clients were decent types. They just didn’t have the courage or the physical ability to seemingly attract someone like him.

He wondered a little about that, if the guys he was seeing as clients could ever be friends? Would he seek them out if he weren’t interested in how much they could pay? Would they seek him out if they knew they couldn’t spend an hour or two in bed with him for a few bucks? That was the real question, would any of them want him to be around if they couldn’t touch and feel? 

It was a strange circle of doubts actually, and he didn’t pay any attention to what was happening around him as he started to walk towards the bar entrance, a few hundred feet away. All he could think about was what line of work could he get into that would pay the bills and feed the two of them so that he didn’t have to turn any tricks? He also could feel the ache in his heart growing as he came closer to the bar, and so closer to seeing Ashley.

God, he must really be in love, because all he could think about was how to make a life for him and Ashley. The tiny pin pricks on the back of his head didn’t even stop him from wondering about different jobs, and running through a list of possibilities and of who he knew that could help him get that job. He knew a few people who were nice, but then he thought Jason was nice too, and that was turning out to be a bit of a goof up. Terry shrugged his shoulders as his heart continued to sing, knowing it was getting closer to Ashley.

“Hey Terry! Wait up a sec man!”

He stopped, recognizing the voice as being familiar, and yet he wasn’t quite sure of who it was that was calling him. Terry turned around and he saw two men approaching him and he waited, his hands in his pockets and his mind thinking of Ashley. God, he was so lucky, and he would have to make a special point of letting Ashley know how much he did care for him. Maybe he could take him out for breakfast or something in the morning? He didn’t even move as he saw one of the men move his arm a little awkwardly. His thoughts were lost in thinking of ways to make Ashley happy and to make up for being away so long.

Part 3

Marvin was finally finished and he stuck his hand out to the rather cute looking sailor boy. The guy fished in his pocket as he struggled to also pull his pants up and stuff his wet dick back down into the white dress pants. The guy fumbled and finally pulled out two ten dollar bills and thrust them towards Marvin. The only trouble was, the sailor didn’t know that the person who had just performed an expert blowjob on his rather small cock was not Marsha, but really a Marvin, a male.

He waited while the sailor turned the corner and then looking to make sure no one was watching, he yanked the dark brunette wig off his head and scratched himself, wishing he could get enough together to buy a real wig. He tucked the wig into a plastic bag and then, still keeping a wary eye out, he slithered out of the black mini skirt and purple satin blouse. He tucked the padded bra into the same plastic bag and stuffed the skirt and blouse into it as well.

Quickly, in case someone should come upon him, he reached inside of the pantyhose and undid the harsh rubber strap and he felt immediate relief as his dick popped free and he pulled the pantyhose down, again stuffing them into the bag. For a few seconds he let the night air waft around his nude body and then he reached out to the other bag, and pulled a pair of denim pants out, squeezing his body into the tight pants. He pushed his rather aroused cock down, feeling it resist him for a second before he showed it who was master.

Marvin smiled at that thought and licked his lips, and he felt like he needed a good stiff drink. Glancing at his watch he could see he had time to make last call at the bar and he finished his transformation in seconds. Slipping into runner and wiping the make up off his face as he walked, he felt more at ease and he could feel the rough paper in his pants pocket. Overall, it hadn’t been a bad night and he knew he had scored about $150 or so bucks and not one lick of trouble either.

He came up from the opposite side of the street than where Terry had paid off the taxi and he walked up to the brightly lit doorway and he froze. His whole body suddenly went rigid and he could feel the blood draining from his face and he began to shriek loudly. His voice was high pitched and even that didn’t seem to bother the hooligans in front of him.

Marvin yanked open the door to the bar and shouted down to Carl.

“FAG BASHERS HAVE SOMEONE. HURRY HELP HELP EVERYONE HELP!”

The words went through the bar like a cannon shot. Everyone dropped their drinks and as Carl was reaching the top of the stairs, Rob, Ashley, and several other younger patrons were reaching the bottom of the stairs. Carl threw the door open, a large metal bat in one hand, anger glistening in his eyes as he stepped warily outside, he had recognized the voice and his attention was immediately taken by the shrieking voice coming from his left.

He turned to see the gangly figure of Marvin go down to one of the two assailants and he charged forward, knowing that he had back up. He was swinging as he came thundering towards the melee and he could see someone else was already on the ground. One person was kicking at the downed figure and screaming bloody epitaphs at the prone figure that wasn’t moving.

Carl swung his metal bat and felt the vibration as it struck the person who had just knocked Marvin down. He could see the pain he had just inflicted in the wild eyes of the person he had just hit and he heard the wild yells of people coming from behind him. He didn’t flinch as he readied the bat for another strike at the screaming person because he knew it was boys from the bar coming to join the fight.

The noise of their yells stopped the man who was kicking the prone figure and he looked up to see several young males coming for him, some had beer bottles in their hands and he looked over to see where his friend was and he saw him starting to limp away in obvious pain. His eyes bugged out as he stared into Carl’s angry face and at the same instant, both men recognized each other. For that split second, he had the advantage and he took it, striking out with his fist and just connecting with a glancing blow across Carl’s face.

The screaming horde was almost upon him as he turned and fled the scene, running fast to catch up to his partner in crime and with an angry yank at him, he started to drag him with him, leaving the crowd of angry faggots to tend tot heir wounded. Well one thing was for sure, he had made his point, and he knew that it would get around. No one messed with him and got away with it, and he smiled a little, forgetting that Carl had seen him, had recognized him and that his short lived freedom was just that, short lived.

Carl got up from the ground and pushed his way past the milling people and the sight that greeted him was sickening. He saw the dark red stain of blood everywhere and he could see Marvin holding his head, blood pouring from between his fingers while someone had pressed his t-shirt up against the gaping wound. He turned to see Rob and Ashley and he saw the way that Ashley stood, that it was worse than he imagined. He shoved past, making sure someone had called 911 and he broke through, to stare down at the slumped bloody figure on the cold pavement. 

His heart lurched and shuddered, and he felt like a thousand guns had just exploded inside of him as he watched Ashley bend down, gently cradling the bloody head in his lap, his pants and shirt caked in blood. He held the head and you could feel his pain as the sounds of sirens in the distance grew louder and came closer.

With tears rolling down his face he looked upwards, a sudden burst of anger at his father, at the maker of all man welled up inside of him and for the first time in his entire life, he felt like murdering someone and he knew exactly who it was he wanted to murder. Slowly his soul, wrenched in grief and pain, finally reached out and he bent down, to kneel beside the sobbing Ashley, his hand resting on his shoulder, his own heart broken as he stared down at the bloody swollen face, seeing the once lively face wan and waxen looking, as if death itself was slowing reach down. 

Carl’s heart was in torment and his soul in agony as he silently began to pray for the soul of his fallen brother, and he felt another person kneeling beside him and he knew that Rob was praying with him too. The harsh sound of sirens drew up near him and the fallen young boy and he knew that help had arrived, and he prayed that it was in time, that it was not a wasted effort as he saw the police cruiser pull up and the two men step out and walk towards him.