Bumps in the Night 4
Bumps In The Night 4
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Why I let Stan talk me into going to these dumb ass bar parties is beyond me. Every time I put up a fight and loose because he knows just how to make me feel guilty. You'd think by now I'd just stick to my guns and say/mean NO!
Stan is my best friend since college. I have been a jock since high school and went to college mostly on scholarships. All of that got my interest in body building and working out going and I've followed that interest with a passion. I'm not going for any Mr. Universe or anything, but damn, I turn myself on when I pop a muscle pose and those huge babies on my arms blow up or my pecs look like they'll explode at any minute or my thighs when striking a pose look like valleys of some mountain with huge vein roots roaming all over them. Bit over the top huh? LOL... well, most of that is true although I don't stand in front of a mirror most of the day and go into some posing routine. I've been known at the gay clubs to give a private showing to some guy I thought was super hot, but that was rare now. At 45, successful in business, I guess I've actually matured and feel settled down. I'm Jake, 6'5" of rock solid muscle, 225 lbs of beef. I don't have one of those "gonna pop the sleeves and pants" style of muscle, but have learned how to dress for business so as to not intimidate any clients or bosses. Yeah, I've done roids every now and then, but I'm super frugal about it and don't allow myself to go over what I set as my limit. Stan on the other hand, thinks his body is his ticket to loads of free sex, gifts and trips and even an allowance from some guy he even calls Daddy!!
Anyway, its cold, snowing like mad outside, at a crowded gay bar filled with twinkies, wanna be twinkies and older lurches slobbering over everyone. Okay, so that's mean, I'm sorry, I'm in a rotten mood. Normally I wouldn't talk like that but today, all bets are off. Yeah, there are a bunch of nice guys here, lonely, looking, hoping, all of that stuff. Me, I gave up after my last "forever" partner that was gone in 4 years. Funny how once the sex is allowed to get to be routine and even what some might call dull, things start changing when the basis of the relationship has nothing in truth to do with love. I'm a chump when it comes to that stuff I admit. Its hard for me to not believe a guy who acts and seems to really care about me and for me. Attentive, kind, caring, sensitive, all that marvelous stuff. I admit it too, I'm a softy at heart, wanting to be loved, held, listened to and needed. And I wonder why my relationships always seem to end being a disaster. Oh well, bad mood like I said. Stan insisted I had to go with him to this holiday party at a gay bar so we could get "lucky." I don't do lucky anymore but Stan seems to need me for moral support for some reason, like I'm his lucky rabbits foot. Nice huh?
Like Stan needs that? Damn that rock is 6'8" 295 lbs of popping power muscle, able to get his veins to just about shoot out of his skin on demand. Problem I guess is Stan had no emotional stability other then me in his life and I just know is lonelier then me. He works at a health spa, private trainer and masseuse. He gets more on tips then the place pays him, so he is happy in that department, he isn't going to be homeless or starve. Its kind of funny in a way to see this monster guy so vulnerable and insecure. You'd think the complete opposite just looking at him and believing the front he has learned to put up.
So, here I am, pissed off, trying to make Stan think I'm glad I came with him, like I had a choice, my head about to explode from the loud music and I swear the next twink that rubs up against my body is going to get squished. My bad, hazards of having a body to die for I know, my own fault, but I said I didn't want to be here right?
Somebody bumped me and I turned around slow, trying real hard to stay calm and not explode. It was Will, another friend I met way back when at a gay bar. We messed around and then just got to be close friends. Will is like me, mature, in his 40's and was also it seems made to feel guilty if he didn't come with another friend as moral support. At least now, we both had someone to actually talk to. We got double drinks, found a spot with a ledge to sit on as far away from the speakers as we could get. I looked and laughed, sure enough, Stan was watching me as he danced with the mad crowd, some drunk licking his body. Stan noticed it was Will, finally smiled and waved hello. Will and I both waved back and cracked up.
"Well, Stan won't have to take a shower tonight it looks like," I laughed.
"Yeah, did you ever wonder if he puts on some sort of flavored stuff for these clowns?" Will laughed.
"You know, I'm going to have to ask him," I said somewhat seriously.
Will and I talked about what was happening in our life such as it was, work, world opinions and family, which thank god I didn't really have anymore. I think I may have a few cousins somewhere, but damn if I know. So, the night moved on and on and on. I gave up smiling and telling one guy after another I didn't want to dance, I didn't need another drink and no, I don't do private showings. Will and I would just put out one hand, wait till they shut up and then tell them to piss off! I know, not nice, but like I said, bad mood. Oh Will by the way had looks to die for. He did quite a number of porn films; made himself a nice nest egg from it and still gets royalties or something. He moon lights now and then for kicks mostly and does some modeling, but his main line is being an author. He has several of his books published, a few hit the New York best seller list. Of course our conversation turned to a running critique of some of the characters in the bar. A few regulars we would run into while hitting bars years ago stopped by and we caught up on our lives before they moved on.
Will went to the bathroom and I was guarding our drinks and spot. I just casually scanned the room and this one guys caught my eye. I purposely kept scanning back and forth and damn it if every time I looked at him, he was glaring at me, not moving, no change in expression, nothing, just this intense calm stare. I tried like hell to ignore him but for some reason I kept looking his way. When Will came back I mentioned it to him and he spotted the same guy and verified that he was staring right at me. It began to freak me out so I asked Will if he'd mind if we moved somewhere else. We did, found just the perfect spot away from the booming speakers and shit, his glare followed me. I'm used to being stared at, but there was just something about this guy's glare that unnerved me for some reason. Will convinced me to just ignore him and we went back to goofy talk and amusing ourselves.
Stan came panting up to us, took my drink and helped himself, wrapped his arm around my shoulders and wanted to know what we thought of the idiot that was giving him a tongue bath on the dance floor. Both Will and I lifted our eyebrows as high as they would go. I gave Will a look like "Who the hell knows!" and we both kept our comments reasonably nice. Stan gave me back my drink and hugged Will, gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed back to the dance floor while yelling at us to join the mob. Like that was ever going to happen. I glanced up, and shit, he was still staring at me, just me, no body else, no other direction, not checking anything out, just ME. If it wasn't for Stan I know I would have just left and quickly made my way home.
Finally, Stan seemed to be tired of being the center of some group of groupies I guess, came up to us and wanted to know if we were in the mood for breakfast. Anything to get the hell out of there was my thinking and I think Will's too. He tracked down his friend and dragged him kicking and bitching out to the parking lot and towards my SUV. Everything was covered in snow, lots of snow. I told everyone I'd drive and then bring them back so they could get their cars. Deal done. I knew of course I was going to pick up the tab for breakfast, but it wouldn't break me for sure.
We went slowly since the roads were shitty, to this small friendly restaurant not far away that had the best coffee and breakfast roll-ups. I have to admit that we did have fun eating, goofing off and sharing funny stories. Stan's version of what was going on back on the dance floor nearly made Will and his friend piss their pants. Every now and then I'd get a flashback to that guy that kept staring at me. He was extremely good looking I have to admit, but I wasn't looking for anyone or to be picked up by anyone either. I didn't mention it to the group. Finally we decided it was time to go home. We got into my SUV which Stan graciously brushed the snow off for me. I swear the roads got worse since we were at the restaurant. Lots of cars it seemed were now stuck and abandoned right where they stopped. Reminded me like a disaster movie scene. I would have goofed around and suggested we stop at each car and see if there were any bodies in them, but I knew better as Stan being in the mood he was in would insist we should. It took longer then I expected to get back to the bar lot. I helped Will find his car and clean it off and then I helped find Stan's car. I waited around to make sure they made it out of the lot and out to the main street that was at least plowed once but quickly filling up with snow again. I was headed in the opposite direction so I turned around and headed to my house. Of course like most SUV drivers I thought my baby could get through any snow thrown at it. WRONG. Just past the bar we were at, which of course was totally deserted by now, my rear end decided to go in a different direction then I was steering. I spun around, slid into a big, big bank of snow and knew my rear wheels were stuck in a thick ditch of snow. After the typical swearing and pissing and moaning, I got out to inspect my baby and see how badly I screwed it up. I was surprised when I couldn't see any major dents or ripped off pieces of metal. I studied the rear tires, thinking maybe if they noticed I was giving them a really dirty look, they'd cooperate and get me the hell out of there.
I must have jumped 2 miles into the air when I heard this voice right behind me.
"Need some help?" the deep baritone voice with a southern accent said.
"Jezzzzzzz," was all I managed to get out as my heart was in my throat and pounding like I was really buzzed.
"Oh sorry, didn mean to scare yah nun" he said grabbing my arm.
"Oh, no problem, just didn't see anybody around is all," I stammered.
"Well, I saw yah spinnin and headed this a way to see if you was okay," he said with a smile. "Glad to see you are okay."
"Thanks, I appreciate that," I said trying to calm down.
"Well, should we try and get you free?" he asked as he pointed to the rear tires.
"Oh, that'd be real nice of you to help," I smiled still unnerved.
"Okay, you get in and we'll try to rock it," he said. "You know how to do that?"
"Yeah, I do," I said a bit snippy.
"Oh sorry, didn't mean nothin by that," he said with a concerned look. "Just come across lots of people in the city who just don't know how to, that's all."
"That's okay, just my mood, perfect ending to a perfect evening," I said shaking my head looking down.
"Sorry to hear that," he said again grabbing my arm. "Maybe after freein yah we can do something to cheer you up guy."
"Thanks, but that's highly unlikely," I said thinking oh brother, he wants to pick me up.
"Well, we'll see, go ahead, get in there and lets do this," he said with a smile.
I got behind the steering wheel, turned on the engine and slowly began to rock the SUV back and forth. He said he was going to get in front of the SUV and help push some. That for some reason seemed to get us moving further which really surprised me. Then he said we should give it a rest before trying again and he'd push from the rear. Sounded reasonable to me. I invited him to sit in the SUV with me out of the cold and snow at least. It was the most civilized thing to do I thought. He seemed to really appreciate the offer. We waited awhile and tried again, getting just a little bit further. He suggested we walk down the street to a coffee shop and get some coffee to keep us from freezing. I agreed and we trudged through the snow and wind, got to the coffee shop and I insisted on buying us the largest coffee's the place had. I must admit, it did make me feel a bit better, warmed my insides. We walked back to the SUV and gave it another try, even further then before, more progress. I was starting to actually feel like we'd beat this snow. It took a few more times and the miracle happened, the SUV was free. I kept thanking him for his help and company and got back into my SUV. Then it dawned on me to ask where his car was. I rolled down the window and did ask.
"Oh, its really buried back a few blocks and had a great big van just left there next to me blocking it. I might be able to get into it from the passenger side, but ain't no way I can roll over that van!" he laughed and shook his head. "Well, you have a good night there guy."
"Hey, wait a minute, let me give you a ride home at least," I said to him.
"I'd hate to put you out of your way," he said with a sad look.
"No problem at all, its the lest I can do as a thank you," I said with a smile. "Come on, get in and give me directions."
"Well alright then," he laughed and walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and jumped in. "Name's Paul, Paul Dodgers."
"Oh sorry, my name is Jake, Jake Burns," I said, "pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," Paul said with a smile in his voice.
He gave me directions to his house and we were slowly off, me being extra cautious so we wouldn't repeat the previous mistake. We made small talk about what we did and the regular stuff. Paul just moved here a year ago and I lived here most of my adult life. I gave him the quick tips on living in this city and he seemed to appreciate that. He said other then the people he worked with he didn't know anyone here. I laughed and said well you know Jake now!
The conversation was starting to ease up as I was really trying hard to concentrate on the roads since they were indeed getting worse.
"So, you go to the gay bar alot?" Paul suddenly asked.
If it wasn't for the weather, I swear I would have slammed on the brakes.
"Oh, were you at the bar too?" I said calmly.
"Yeah, nothing else to do and I heard about the party so I thought what the heck, couldn't hurt any," Paul laughed.
"Ghee, too bad we didn't run into each other back there," I said knowing we never would have.
"Well, with all them boys out there, doubt we would have met up," Paul said.
"Yeah, well, that's how it goes most times," I said for some stupid reason.
"Turn down here, its faster," Paul said pointing to a road on the left.
"I thought for sure you would come and say hey after you were looking at me," Paul said.
"I was looking at you?" I asked trying hard to remember if I was looking at anybody.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was he the guy glaring at me most of the night? Holy shit. I kept trying to remember the details of the guys face and what I could remember of Paul's face. I kept doing quick takes looking at him to see if he was the same guy.
"Yep, sure was, kinda think I made yah nervous a bit," Paul said.
The more he talked the sexier I thought his voice sounded. Deep, masculine, strong, super sweet southern accent, almost soothing to the ear.
"Oh, now I remember, you kept staring at me and I just couldn't figure out if I knew you or why you were doing that," I finally admitted.
"Well, for one, you're a good lookin dude for sure," Paul said. "For another, I felt there was something special about you."
"Hey, is that a pick up line?" I laughed, even though I was starting to worry about this.
"Ain't if you don't want it to be," Paul said calmly. "But, if'n you do, that'd be fine too, real fine."
I didn't quite know what to say in response.
"Okay, take a right down this street," Paul said.
I noticed we were pretty far out of the city all of a sudden, further then I thought.
"There's a red marker and white marker guides into a driveway up ahead, turn in there," Paul said.
Sure enough, there they were on the right. I turned in and we were driving down a long winding driveway. Around the last bend there popped out the biggest damn house I've ever seen. I would have thought it was some private retirement villa or part of a private country club. It was ornate as hell, those gorgeous arched windows with all those squared panes of glass that I noticed in the rooms with a light on were beveled.
"Holy shit, this an apartment complex?" I said in shock.
"Nawh, just my digs," Paul said as a matter of fact.
"How 'bout you come on in and share a brandy with me," Paul said his hand on my arm again. "Least I can do for you goin out a your way an all."
"Oh no, I'd hate to intrude or anything," I said nervously.
"Don't be silly, no intrusion, I'm invitin yah," Paul laughed. "Now come on in and I ain't takin no for an answer either."
"Well, okay then, wouldn't want you to start beatin me up or anything like that!" I laughed nervously thinking more like shooting, chopping, grinding up.
I pulled to a stop right in front of the main entrance, under a covered arched canopy of course. There were 2 huge carved doors, arched into a point at the top with stained glass windows in them and the biggest damn door knobs I've ever seen on a house. An old cathedral yeah, a house, no way. We didn't even make it to the doors when a light came on, a chandelier above the entrance canopy and this really big, stately looking guy was holding the door open for us.
"Good evening master Paul," the butler said formally. "I'm very happy to see you have made it home safely in this terrible storm."
"Thanks there Bret. Its cause of this here guy, Jake who was kind enough to give me a ride home," Paul said with his arm across my shoulders.
It was then I really noticed for some reason that Paul was a somewhat taller then me, wider too. It was hard to tell with the thick winter jackets, scarves and hats we were all wearing.
"Most grateful sir," Bret said with a smile. "Let me take your coats and such and I'll see to it they are all dry and warm when you leave."
"Thank you Bret, appreciate that," Paul said taking off his outer garments and I followed feeling somehow that you did not want to piss Bret off.
I took my coat, scarf, gloves and hat off and began to stomp my feet on the rug close by the door since I saw the gloss on the hard wood floors and the rugs here and there were obviously very expensive.
"Oh, here sir, no need to bother with that," Bret said as he handed me a pair of very comfy looking slippers. "Very kind of you to be considerate of the floors I might add."
I smiled and took the slippers, saw a nearby bench and plopped down, took off my shoes and put on the slippers. Paul already had done that and was heading into another room of the house. When I changed and Bret took my shoes as well, I heard glasses clinking and assumed it was Paul getting our brandy.
Paul came walking into the entry hall where I was standing gawking at everything up, left side, right side and front up.
"So, kind of a bit much don't yah think," Paul laughed.
I gave him a curious look.
"The whole place I mean, bit over the top," Paul laughed.
"Well, now that you mentioned it," I said nervously.
"Come on in and get comfy there Jake," Paul said steering me into another room off of the entry hall. It was a very nicely furnished room with a lit fireplace that looked like it came from the 17th century. It was huge and had all the ornate trimmings you'd expect in a royal castle. There were several very large and comfortable looking chairs around and a love seat. Paul went to one of the seats facing the fireplace and pointed me to the other one.
"Bit overwhelmed?" Paul said softly.
"That's putting it mildly," I said with almost a gasp.
"Don't be, please," Paul said seriously. "Old wealth, years of piled up extravagance, never really appreciated by any of the family except me."
"Wow, I'd have a hard time believing anyone wouldn't just love this home," I said gawking around at the painting and lamps.
"I like that Jake, you called it a home, not a house," Paul said with a sweet smile.
"Its awful big for you isn't it?" I had to say.
"Yeah, it is but I don't use all of it by any means," Paul laughed. "Just a few rooms, a nice bedroom and of course the kitchen and dinning room. Well and this room too, as my living room so to speak. There's a hidden big screen behind that wall over there, why the love seat and some chairs are facing that wall."
"Damn, you'd never guess," I said turning around to look.
"In case you are wondering, Bret is a fixture of the house in a way," Paul seemed to whisper. "His family has this tradition of working for my family since way back when. Ain't no way to argue with him about it, just how it is."
I laughed along with Paul. It did feel warm and cozy all of sudden, the heat from the fireplace, the slippers being so comfortable along with the chair, and the soft, calming voice of Paul all put together to make me feel relaxed.
"It was rather refreshing to see how NOT into yourself you and your friend are," Paul said out of the blue. "Very rare for men who are so gifted and blessed with nearly the perfect development and intelligence I've found."
"Well, thank you I think," I said not knowing quite how to take what he said.
"I can tell you Jake have a very giving and open heart and have been hurt many a time by selfish and greedy low lifes," Paul said softly.
"Paul, you are making me blush and feel uncomfortable now," I said almost in a panic.
"Oh please don't feel like that, Jake, I mean every word of what I say. That is another trait you have to a fault sometimes, honesty along with compassion," Paul continued. "I only speak the truth do I not?"
"Paul, I don't know how to respond to that and think maybe I should be leaving," I said standing up.
"Nonsense Jake, relax, be calm take no offense as none is given," Paul said walking up to me and gently with his hand on my shoulder moved me back down into the chair.
I got a really close look at Paul's body. It was almost like a moving statue of Atlas or Adonis or both. I could see the volume of his developed body through the clinging silk like shirt and pants he had on. He was bigger then I was for sure but in a different way. I was more rough on the edges so to speak and he was perfectly chizled. I was mesmerized for some reason.
"Do you like what you see Jake?" Paul said softly.
"Uhhhh, yeah, I do, but I just met you and hardly know you," I stammered.
"But I know you Jake, more then you will ever know about yourself," Paul said with a sweet smile. "I have been drawn to you through some ancient power for some reason and I am beginning to see why."
"Drawn to me? What do you mean?" I said nervously.
"Yes, drawn to you," Paul said softly. "The force that roams the universe and controls all destinys causes souls to meet by chance for a purpose but not really by chance. It has worked that way since the beginning of time."
"I'm not really religious so I don't know much about that," I said
"You will come to know over time Jake," Paul said with a smile.
I stood up again and held out my arm to give Paul the glass back and head towards the door. I was confused, scared and knew I was out of my element. There was something going on here I didn't understand and wasn't sure I wanted.
Paul looked at me, his eyes seemed to reach deep into my soul somehow. I could hear him talking in my head. His lips weren't moving but I did hear him, his voice like a soft sweet melody, soothing, calming almost loving. 'You will spend the night with me Jake, it is meant to be so and you cannot run from this any more then I. Relax, be calm and know you are safe, will be gently treated and loved even. You are entering into a new phase of your existence and it will take some time to adjust, but you will adjust trust me.'
I flopped down in the chair, unsure what to say or do, confused but yet calm and safe. Paul gently brushed my hair from my forehead and ran his fingers through my hair. It gave me chills.
"Come, let us get comfortable Jake, get to know each other more intimately," Paul said taking my glass from my hand and then taking my hand and leading me out of the room.
We went to the grand staircase and up the large winding stairs to the next level. A long hallway went to the right and to the left. We turned to the right and walked a distance it seemed and then Paul opened these large double doors which contained the biggest bedroom, spa, bar I'd ever seen. The bed itself could fit like 20 people I'd think. There was a lit in the floor pool like area, a huge round jacuzzi I thought and a water fall that went into a gorgeous pond.
"Come, relax, enjoy," Paul said taking me to what I'd guess was a changing room off to one side.
He slowly and sensuously removed every item of clothing I was wearing and then did a very slow strip for me. I was right, his body was superb, as perfect a specimen as I've ever seen. Powerful, smooth, veined just right large yet not too large, perfect symytry. I couldn't take my eyes off of his body. His cock and balls were something a world famous artist had to create. His cock was long, thick, his cock head one of the most beautiful shapes I've ever seen, just enough foreskin to cover half of his cock head, the rim visible under neath it, his testicles of the perfect size for his body, hanging slightly off from each other, definite low hangers. His cock and balls were just like the rest of him, solid, beautiful and perfectly proportioned to his body. I looked at his face and he was smiling at me with this gentle warm smile. He reached out his hand and took mine, slowly pulling me into his body. He held me in a gentle embrace and kissed me.
I knew I should protest, get my clothes back on and leave, but I didn't and wouldn't. His kiss was so tender, loving and gentle, it gave me chills. He took us to the waterfall and down steps that led to the waterfall itself. It was his shower. He handed me this large sponge and gave me a soap bar that was clear. He took the same and began to lather himself up. I followed his lead, still unable it seemed to take my eyes off of him. We rinsed off and then he took me by the hand and we went to a rack I hadn't noticed before where 2 soft yet absorbent robes were hanging. He put one on me and then he put his on. He led me to the bar and made us both another brandy I think before we walked to a glass door that led to an indoor garden that smelled of jasmine, gardenia and sandalwood. I inhaled deeply, loving the scents and feeling a thingling go through my body. There was a large lounger to the side which he took us to and set me on. He went to the other side, sat down and moved me gently to lay next to him with his arm behind my shoulders. It was just so beautiful there, the clear glass of the roof letting through the twinkling stars that showed through the break in the clouds now and again, and the reflection of soft light on the blowing snow flakes. It was just so sureal, I'm laying in an almost tropical garden looking up at the snow falling.
"Good, I feel you are finally relaxing Jake," Paul said. "That makes me very happy."
"I am for some reason," I said looking in his eyes. "I liked your kiss very much I have to tell you."
Paul smiled, leaned in and kissed me again, the same gentle, sweet kiss. I wanted more and I leaned in and began to kiss him. Our kisses were gentle, soft, tender, slow, extremely erotic and sensual. He put down his drink and took mine from me, slid me closer to him and we continued to kiss and he began to run his hands slowly up and down my body, from my pubes to my neck. I did the same then to him feeling like he wanted me to enjoy his body and touch as much as he enjoyed mine. We were making out and touching and massaging and rubbing each other but yet slowly, no rush, savoring every second of it all. Paul stood up and took my hand, leading me to the huge bed. I crawled up and moved towards him as he moved towards the end with tons of pillows stacked up. He slid off his robe, knelt with his hands out to his sides and his thighs spread wide. I slid off my robe and went up against his body, kissing, touching, exploring every inch of it with my lips, tongue, teeth and fingers. Paul moaned and groaned softly, his hands gently stroking my back and hair, his cock growing fatter and longer with each second. He stopped me from taking in his cock with my mouth, moved my arms out to the side and pushed my thighs apart and then he did to me all I did to him. It was so intense and yet tender and sensuous all at the same time. I was panting before he finally stopped and began to slowly stroke my cock He moved me to lay on my side and he turned around and laid opposite me, his cock at my mouth and mine at his mouth. When he took my cock inside his mouth I thought I'd explode right then and there. My body was so stimulated it was on a hair trigger, but somehow, he controlled it. His cock was slowly moving in and out of my mouth, brushing its head against the back of my throat and then slowly moving along my moving tongue almost out, then back again.
I was going wild. I never felt anything like this before. I gave up thinking I just met Paul and I shouldn't be doing this but I just couldn't help myself. I wanted him so bad. He kept me on the razors edge for so long it almost hurt. Then, he slowly moved, went between my legs, lowered his body and kissed me passionately, moved my legs up and towards my head then his lips and tongue began a very slow torture of my ass, my perineum, my rosebud, my balls. I gasped, panted, pleaded and begged for all I was worth. It felt so damn good. I heard then in my head Paul asking me if I wanted him to take me as his.
"Yes, take me as yours, I am yours," I said out loud.
Paul smiled, pulled my ass up on his thighs and rubbed the head of his cock against my pulsing rosebud. His entry was just as slow and full or torture as everything else he did to me. I was going insane with desire and lust like never before. He had me completely, I was his. I don't know how but somehow I had to make him mine, all mine as I wanted to be all his no matter what. A tidal wave of emotion taking me over completely. Nothing in my entire life compared to this. Paul finally had his cock deep inside of me. He leaned down and pulled me up to him by the back of my neck and began the most passionate kissing ever. I could hardly catch my breath between his kissing and the feel of his cock slowly moving inside of me. It was thick, long and knew somehow just exactly what to move against and rub to make my insdies shiver and chills shoot up and down all of me. It was all so slow, so deliberate, so intense. Then, a feeling like nothing else as I felt sharp teeth slowly piercing my neck, his tongue rubbing and massaging, his mouth then slowly sucking. Paul was taking my blood from me and I wanted him to. I wanted him to take every bit of me. No fear of dying or freaking out because he was obviously a vampire, nope, none of that. If it pleased him then he had it, I was completely his as I said.
Paul stopped and licked my wound on my neck and then again, passionately kissed me. I could taste my blood on his tongue and lips and it didn't bother me, it was jsut another sensual, intense gift from Paul. He moved me back and looked into my eyes with a soft smile on his face. He lifted his arm, put the bottom of his forearm at his mouth and bit down, blood slowly running over his skin. He moved his arm to my mouth and in my head I heard 'drink my love' and I did. At first I didn't feel anything other then his cock inside of me. Then, suddenly, a surge of cold and then heat went from my head to my toes, a kaleidoscope of colors danced in my eyes, I became frightened. Paul's gentle kiss made me calm and safe. 'Do not be afraid my love, it will pass very soon. We are now joined as one. I am yours and you are mine. It is as fate has declared and had to be. You have made a choice willingly and with love as have I. We now have a bond stronger then any mere mortal can even hope to have. You are my love Jake and I am yours.'
I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew, there were only lit candles in the room, giving off a glorious soft glow, I was in the arms of Paul and felt content and complete. Paul was holding me with my head on his chest, softly stroking my hair and the side of my face.
"Are you well my love?" Paul said.
"Yes, I think so. Just what happened?" I asked then feeling dumb.
Paul laughed and hugged me tight. "No such thing as dumb Jake, it is a fair question. We pledged our desire to each other and then consummated our joining. I took your blood and you took mine, changing you from a mere mortal into what some call creatures of the night, vampires. Its isn't as portrayed in the movies Jake. Sunlight won't burn you to a crisp, garlic doesn't make you ill and there isn't a mortal alive that can manage to pound a stake into any of our hearts. Yes, there are some of our kind that are cruel, vicious and treat mortals as mere livestock, but they are mostly contained and controlled by a ruling elite which I am a part of and now you are also.'
"So I am now a vampire huh?" I said very intelligently, trying hard to take it all in.
"Yes Jake my love, indeed you are," Paul laughed. "Don't be so worried and fearful Jake. We have been around long before mortals began to walk the earth. We are a very ancient and learned civilization or race if you prefer. I promise you, you will not have to drain any children or helpless maidens. It doesn't work quite like that. If we have a need to drink then we do so, without putting a mortal in any danger and taking away any memory of it from them. Promise lover, I couldn't lie to you ever."
“And just what happens to me if I choose not to drink from someone?” I asked confused a bit.
“Nothing except you feeling weak and not in full control, “Paul said softly, “but that's when I step in to the rescue of my filly and give you nourishment.”
“Wait, did you say filly?” I asked a bit miffed.
“Now, now, guard walls down, just teasing you,” Paul said laughing.
“Sorry, guess my macho spirit can't help but to pop out when it feels threatened,” I said sheepishly.
“You are truly remarkable Jake, all that I could have ever hoped,” Paul said taking me into his arms and kissing me passionately.
“I don't understand why I feel so damn attracted to you, like we are truly soul mates or something,” I was still confused.
“It will take a bit of time Jake, it is for sure a major life changer for you,” Paul said gently. “As I told you, we were destined to be together. I have been alone for centuries waiting for you. It wasn't easy by any means and it took me some time to finally bend my will to the will of the fates.”
“So you fought it all in a way too huh?” I asked really curious.
“Well, fought having to wait for you, yes,” Paul said kissing my forehead. “As far as being one of the ancient race? No, it was all I knew. Somehow I was born into it and don't ask me how, I haven't any idea, but I have no memories of any other life.”
“Wow, that has to be kind of hard to take I guess,” I said intelligently.
“You are definitely sweet, caring and kind,” Paul smiled.
“Hey, wait, so what happens to my life now? You know, my previous life I guess. My job, my friends, my house, furniture, the whole thing,” I felt a bit nervous as I asked.
“Well, you can if you wish continue to work at your job, but you no longer have to. All of my wealth is yours as well now, so you need for nothing financially. Your debts will all be paid in full and what you wish to do with your house and belongings is up to you. I would recommend you sell the house and furniture, only keeping what means something to you. This is your home too now Jake. If you don't like the way a room is furnished, then we'll change it to your liking,” Paul said like it wasn't at all a big deal. “As far as your friends are concerned, there is no reason you can't remain friends with them. They will eventually notice how you are not aging like they are and you will have a time explaining that to them, but that is totally up to you. If you wish to remain friends with them, then I would hope you would allow me to get to know them as well.”
“Wow, talk about a tidal wave of confusion,” I sighed. “Do I have to make up my mind like right now?”
“No, when you wish to decide about any matter you are concerned with, then that's when you do it,” Paul smiled. “No pressure or demands from me my love, none other then you loving me and needing my affection, allowing me to protect you and care for you with my entire being.”
I gulped and melted all at the same time. I knew Paul was being honest, sincere and meant every word he said to me. I didn't fully understand it all but my fear was slowly melting away the longer I was in Paul's arms.
“So I guess this means no more checking out big hairy muscled guys huh?” I laughed.
“Well, since I know you are mine and I am yours, if you wish to have some fun with anyone that meets that description, then I suppose its fine with me. Just so you know, Bret is a changer which means he can modify his body to whatever pleases you or I. He is devoted to us both now and very willing to make us happy in any way he can. He is also a fearsome protector I might add, so be aware of that for any mortals sake that inadvertently threatens you. Bret will not stand by idly I assure you,” Paul said seriously.
“Wait, let me get this straight, Bret can change into any shape or look that I get all hot and bothered about, or used to I should say,” I said startled.
“Yes, indeed, would you care to have a demonstration or possibly have Bret change himself into a look you might prefer?” Paul said seriously.
“Oh no, just my curiosity is all,” I blushed. “I don't think I could do that just yet. I'd feel like I was imposing on his life or something.”
“Nonsense Jake, really. Bret is here just for us now, you and I. He really lives to please and protect us both, its not going to bother him in the least. As a matter of fact I think he might feel good that you want him to look like what you feel is hot,” Paul smiled. “In any case, we can do that at some other time if you wish.”
“So you are sure I can go out during the say when the sun is shining bright?” I asked nervously.
“Yes, quite sure,” Paul laughed. “Tell you what, I'll take you for a short walk around the grounds after breakfast, if you want breakfast, just to prove to you nothing will happen to you, deal?”
“Yeah, deal,” I sighed. “Breakfast? I can still eat regular food?”
“You are so adorable. Yes Jake it won't harm you but you just don't need it anymore,” Paul hugged me. “Oh, and your body will stay just like it is now. If you wish to change it then I'm sure there is some way we can accommodate your wish. Personally, I can't imagine why you would want to change it, of course I'm somewhat prejudiced since I love the way you look now.”
Damn, the more we talked the more I felt Paul was exactly what I always felt I wanted and needed in a partner for life. He was caring, kind, sincere, passionate, almost overly concerned with me being happy, needed me and wanted me. How was I supposed to pass this up, if I even could now. Why would I want to? My mind started to get used to this being my new lifestyle, even though I'd only been in it for lord knows how many hours. I just noticed that, time no longer seemed to matter to me at all. That was sure a strange feeling.
We spent what was left of the night in each others arms, Paul making love to me again and again, taking me to unknown heights of pleasure. It was really the greatest thing to be able to orgasm as many times as I wanted to and was able to get Paul to do the same. Damn he was so gentle and passionate when making love to me or with me that is since I had to admit it was now a 2 way thing. I felt I did indeed belong with him and felt so special that he waited all those centuries to find me, just me. Now how many guys could say that about their lover?
I think we eventually did fall asleep, I'm not sure since I didn't feel tired at all that I remember, just finally super relaxed and content like never before in my life. I rolled over and realized Paul wasn't holding on to me. I sat up looking to see where he was and just then he was coming back into the room from the hallway.
“Ah, you are awake my love,” Paul said with a bright smile. “I was just asking Bret to make us some breakfast. I hope coffee, juice, toast and eggs are okay with you?”
“What no hash browns?” I said with a funny look.
“Damn, how could I forget hash browns,” Paul said seriously. “I'll be right back after making sure Bret knows that.”
“No, don't you dare leave me alone,” I laughed. “I'm teasing you, honest.”
Paul laughed and was holding me in his arms kissing me faster then I could imagine anyone moving. Damn this was good. We got dressed, well, robes and slippers at least and headed downstairs to what I imagined would be the kitchen. When we got downstairs, Paul led me through a long corridor into a huge room that was the biggest formal dinning room I've ever seen.
“Wait, we're not going to have breakfast here are we?” I asked.
“We could if you wish, but I thought you'd be more comfy if we ate in the kitchen,” Paul said.
“That's much better I'm sure,” I said with a laugh looking around the room. “I'd feel like I was an early guest at a wedding reception or banquet in here.”
Paul hugged me in his arms, lifting me off the ground even as he kissed me and laughed so hard.
“What a great way to put it Jake, I love that,” Paul said still laughing.
“Come on, breakfast is waiting for us,” Paul said taking me by the hand and pulling me through these big doors that swung both ways.
Bret was busy at the stove built for 100 dinners I bet, or more. The kitchen was monstrous like everything else in the house, but there was a nice table and 6 chairs in the center that looked very old and European. It was about the only plain thing I saw so far in the entire house, well the parts I did see at least.
“Good morning Master Paul and Master Jake,” Bret said in a deep husky voice that was somehow very cheery.
“Good morning Bret,” Paul said with a smile looking at me.
“Good morning Bret,” I said smiling at Paul. “Bret if it'd be okay with you, I'd rather you just call me Jake. The master part just isn't me.”
Paul laughed and hugged me. Bret turned around, looked at me seriously then smiled and shook his head as he turned around to flip over some eggs. The table was already set with cups, plates and utensils, butter, jelly, cream, sugar, toast and napkins. I looked at Paul and he directed me to a chair so that we would be sitting almost next to each other at a corner of the table. I took my seat and had to try the coffee. I only used cream in mine and it smelled so good. I took a sip and it was indeed very good, some brand of coffee I've never tasted, but boy did I like it. The jelly looked home made so I had to give it a try on the toast with butter. Not my normal breakfast, but this was a special occasion I thought. Besides, didn't Paul say my body would stay just as it was now? Damn, no more watching what I ate! Life was gonna be really good I thought.
“I love how you react to such simple things Jake,” Paul said holding my hand. “It is so refreshing to be with someone who takes the time to notice even the little things in life.”
“Well, thanks Paul,” I smiled. “Guess its how I was raised. Over the years, I started to really pay attention to more and more, realizing there was so much I'd been missing only concentrating on the job or new toys and stuff.”
“That is indeed a rare trait Jake,” Bret said as he put our plates with eggs, some bacon and sausage in front of us. “I hope it is to your liking?”
“Bret, this is awesome!” I said with a big smile. “Thank you so much for going through all this trouble on I'm sure short notice.”
I noticed Bret gave Paul a quick look, a wink and a big smile, obviously pleased with what I just said.
“It was no trouble at all Jake, definitely my pleasure,” Bret said as he smiled then began to turn to leave the room.
“Hey, Bret, aren't you going to have breakfast with us?” I said quickly.
“If would please you, then I shall, otherwise, it isn't my place Jake,” Bret said.
“Yes, please do join us. I'd feel so weird eating all this without you being here,” I said.
Paul looked at me and then at Bret and had a very big warm smile on his face. He was pleased I said that to Bret, making him feel part of our new family as it were.
Bret got some coffee, a plate with toast and sat down across from me, around the other corner of the table from Paul. I started to babble about this and that which Paul found funny and even Bret laughed, answering as many of my questions as he could. We were having a great time I thought, just having breakfast together, talking and laughing. We heard a sound that wasn't familiar to Bret or Paul. I recognized it as my cell phone.
“Oh, that's my cell,” I said. “Probably Stan wondering if I'm okay. I think it was in my coat pocket. If you tell me where it is, I can get it.”
“Just stay seated Jake, I'll get it,” Bret said quickly standing up and heading to the door.
“Wow, I could have gotten it,” I said feeling bad.
“Bret knows exactly where your coat is and you nor I do, so it just is easier,” Paul said patting my hand. “And while Bret is out of the room, thank you so very much for asking him to have breakfast with us. I know it meant a lot to him.”
Bret came back quickly before I could answer Paul with my cell phone going crazy in his hand, ringing, buzzing and vibrating. I looked at the caller id and sure enough it was Stan.
“Hey Stan, you okay?” I asked with a smile.
“Yeah, just great after being worshiped by this not bad looking dude all night. I had him meet me at my apartment after we left the bar,” Sam said almost in a whisper. “How bout you? Getting any?”
“Well, that's a story you're not going to believe,” I laughed looking at Paul and patted his hand. “Yes I did and I'm having breakfast at Paul's house right now.”
“Paul, where did you get him from?” Stan went from a whisper to his regular bold voice.
“Oh, I helped him out last night and boy did he ever help me out,” I laughed.
“Shit, you, YOU Jake shacked up with some guy you met shoveling out a car?” Stan said stunned.
“Well, yeah, I guess I did, except he's the one that helped me get my SUV un-stuck. He's someone very special,” I said almost dreamy.
“WHAT? Someone very special? DAMN, this guy must have drugged you or something,” Stan just about shouted.
“Well, eventually you will get to meet him,” I said with a smile. “He's going to be a very permanent part of my life now.”
“Shit, I have to go get a drink now, I can't believe what you just said to me, you JAKE, of all guys,” Stan said confused. “I never saw this coming for sure.”
“Stan, I think you better be a bit quite unless you want your dying fan to wake up,” I laughed.
“Oh him, fun's over with now, I'm sober for damn sure now,” Stan said thoughtfully. “So when am I going to meet this wonder man?”
“Soon, I'll set it up, real soon,” I said. “Well, gotta go Stan, my breakfast is getting cold and I don't want to be rude to Paul and Bret.”
“Paul AND Bret? Holy shit, were you doing a 3 some?” Stan yelled.
“No, not at all. Talk to you later,” I said and hung up.
“He sounded a bit excited,” Bret said.
“Yeah, that's Stan my best friend,” I said laughing. “He is something else for sure, but has a heart of gold and is a gentle kitty cat, but never lets anyone else but me see that side of him. He worries about me for some reason and thinks he is protecting me from all manner of harm.”
“I like this Stan already,” Bret said with a smile.
“You saw him at the bar last night Paul,” I said looking at Paul.
“I did? Hmmm, not sure I noticed anyone else except you,” Paul said smiling.
“You couldn't miss Stan. He was the really big muscled stud who came over to Will and I, took my drink, then hugged Will, kissed me on the cheek and went back to the dance mob to make some idiot worship his muscles.”
“OH, yes, now I seem to recall. Yes, I was a bit peeved when he kissed your cheek,” Paul said seriously.
“Jealous? You were jealous and you didn't even know me?” I said shocked.
“Yep, sure was,” Paul said proudly. “I knew you were mine and that was that.”
I laughed and so did Paul. Bret looked a bit confused so I tried my best to explain Stan to both of them. Paul said he would like to meet Stan and suggested I invite him over for dinner soon. I thought about it and decided it would be best if I had Stan to my old house, just me, tried to explain things to him before bringing Paul and Bret into the scene. I knew Stan and he wasn't just going to deal with it all very well. Paul said it was up to me to handle my affairs as I wished and would support and help me in any way he could. Bret even offered to help if needed which I found very thoughtful and never would have expected to come out of Bret based on my initial impression of him last night.
After breakfast, I got dressed and Paul understood that I needed to go back to my house and at least figure out how to handle work. I wasn't sure just yet if I wanted to quit or continue on for a bit. Paul said he'd stop by to help me settle all of my debts, which weren't all that many other then a few charge cards, the mortgage on the house and the payments left on the SUV. Paul said he would need me to sign some papers so that my name was on the bank account he insisted was our joint account, no discussion. So, I kissed him goodbye, even hugged and gave Bret a kiss on the cheek which startled him I could tell. Paul just laughed and fully enjoyed the reaction of Bret. He told Bret he best get used to how I am since I was now a part of Paul.
I drove to my house which was a distance from the mansion. I felt funny saying Paul's house since it was mine too, and I knew he would feel hurt if I didn't say it was our house. Anyway, I drove without any problem as the roads were mostly plowed and some were heavily salted. When I pulled into my driveway, it was lucky I had an SUV as I never would have made it into the garage without getting out and shoveling. I didn't have a snow blower because I always felt the exercise was a good thing. In a pinch, I'd pay a local kid to take care of it, giving him a nice tip of course. I picked up my mail and the newspaper, got inside and the message ding from the house phone was working in overtime. I went through the calls after I made some coffee and got into some sweats. It finally dawned on me that I wasn't in any way cold when I got out of the SUV, or got the newspaper or mail. What would have been a slow trudging walk to the mail box didn't seem much of an effort if any at all. Even though my pants and shoes were covered in snow, my feet and legs didn't seem bothered by cold at all. That was weird, but I chalked it up to the “new” me. Most of the calls were Stan, and one was from Will, making sure I got home okay. I called Will and talked with him for awhile, telling him what I thought was safe about Paul and my evening. I set the stage for him to understand Paul was a very big part of my life now. Will sounded happy for me although a bit shocked that I felt that way so soon. That I admit wasn't how I was, am I guess. He took my word for it and knowing I'm very level headed, felt I knew what I was doing. Will even said I sounded happy and that he was happy for me.
After a bit, I felt I had to call Stan and talk with him. I called and left a message, looking at the time and knew he was at the gym with a client most likely. He'd probably call me on the way home and end up coming over. I went slowly through the whole house and mentally decided what I wanted to keep and what I no longer needed. It was kind of hard at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized everything I could possibly want or need was at the mansion or I could buy it. There were a few mementos of my younger days and my parents but that was basically it. I wanted to keep a chest and dresser set my grandmother had and I just knew Paul wouldn't mind.
I just happened to look at the clock in the kitchen and realized it was nearly 5 p.m., already and I didn't have any lunch. I realized too that I wasn't in the least bit hungry which was strange for me. Oh well, dinner time soon and I know Stan would be over. Boy, do I know Stan or what? Sure enough, at 5:15 p.m., the phone rang and it was indeed Stan. He said he was finished with his last client for the day and wanted to come over to hear all about my new dreamboat. I said I'd be here and have a salad with chicken for him. That was fine with Stan. I heard his car at the driveway and opened up the door. He was standing by his car door, looking around like where the hell was he supposed to park. I laughed, threw on a coat, went into the garage and brought out 2 shovels. I handed him one and we made rather quick work of the driveway, with Stan bitching with each shovel full. I told him he should be happy he was getting a good workout naturally. He called me a few choice names and I laughed. When we finished the driveway and the walkway to the front door, I went inside with the shovels and Stan parked his car on the cleared driveway. He stomped into the house, kicking snow all over the place. He plopped down on a chair in the living room, pulled off his boots and threw them by the front door. He then pulled off his pants and handed them to me, I was to know he wanted them put into the dryer since they were all went now, thanks to me not shoveling my driveway. Didn't bother me in the least, that was Stan. I confused him when I came into the kitchen where he was already helping himself to a drink of juice, made him stand up and slowly walked around him, checking his body and legs carefully.
“What the hell are you doin?” Stan said finally.
“Just wanted to be sure there were no bite marks on you from your fan club” I laughed.
“Shit, you are as goofy as ever,” Stan laughed as he pulled me onto his lap with his big arms around my waist. “Come here hot stuff, I want to hear all about your new dreamboat.”
“Well, I'm not sure you're ready to hear all about it,” I teased.
“Listen here shorty, I want to hear the whole story or else you and I are going to have a problem,” Stan said seriously.
“Hey you big brute, no threats in this house,” I said pretending to be serious.
“Yeah, yeah, I know you love it when I rough you up some,” Stan said squeezing me into his body and biting my shoulder.
“Okay, do you want to hear about Paul or not?” I said pushing away from his grip, which would have taken some effort before, but not now. Luckily Stan didn't notice just yet.
I could tell I had Stan's undivided attention. He looked intense as he just about hung on every word I said.
“So, this Paul guy treated you really nice huh?” Stan asked seriously.”You ain't gonna get your heart ripped out of you are you?”
“No, not this time, not with Paul,” I said seriously. “He is different from any other guy I dated or had been with. He treats me like I've always dreamed someone would. He's kind, generous, thoughtful, caring, gentle and needs me.”
“Damn, you got all that from being with this Paul one night?” Stan said with this look like I missed something.
“Yeah Stan, its real, as real as anything can be,” I said with a smile.
“Jakey, I'm worried about this. You just met this guy, played around all night and now you make it sound like you got married and stuff. I don't know,” Stan said with a worried look.
“Stan, trust me. You know how I think and what I always wanted in a relationship, right? Well I'm telling you Paul is all I ever wanted,” I said holding his big face in my hands.
“You weren't drugged or anything were you?” Stan asked while pulling out my arms and inspecting them for puncture wounds.
“Stan, no,now be nice,” I laughed then gave him a kiss on the lips.
“Okay, now I know something isn't right,” Stan said holding me away from him by my shoulders. “You just gave me a kiss on the lips and that hasn't happened in years.”
“What, you don't like me kissing you?” I said with a serious look.
“Jakey, you never do on the lips, well not since years ago when we became best friends and the sex went away,” Stan said with a sad look in his eyes.
“Stan, you know I love you like a brother I never had and you are my very best friend,” I said holding his face in my hands looking into his eyes. “We've always been up front and completely open and honest with each other, able to tell each other everything, stuff no one else would ever hear from our lips. Nothing has changed.”
Stan lowered his face and then moved it against my shoulder while holding me tight. He loved me I know and was scared I was going to be hurt bad. It was strange but I actually could feel his emotions, not just sense them, but feel them.
“I'm going to have you over for a dinner to meet Paul,” I said seriously. “I know you will see why I feel like I do about him. He isn't going to hurt me Stan, ever. I know that for a fact. Just be my bestie and be happy for me, please?”
Stan looked up at me, gave me a kiss on the lips and had tears coming down his cheeks.
“Jakey, I have to tell yah I'm jealous and sad I couldn't give you all you wanted,” Stan said softly. “You know I'd kill for you if I had to. I love you with all my heart and always will. You've been there for me through all the shit and stuff I've had to live through. I wouldn't have survived without you there. Okay, I believe you and would like to meet Paul.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and our heads were smashed side by side, both of us with tears running down our cheeks. All this just validated why I always put up with Stan's strange ways and grew to love him for it all.
“Okay, enough of the emotional stuff, how about dinner,” I said wiping my tears away.
“Sounds good,” Stan said smiling at me. “I am starving by the way.”
I laughed and made the salad and put the chicken on the grill, making sure there was plenty since I knew how Stan ate. We talked about things all through dinner. We laughed, teased and I wouldn't let him alone about his fan club sleep over. Then I told him I was selling the house and all the furniture since I was moving in with Paul.
“WHAT?! You just met him last night!” Stan yelled, obviously really upset.
“I know, so what? I told you I want to be with him,” I said sternly. “Why would I hold on the the house and all this when I want to be with him completely? Does that make any sense to say that and yet keep my stuff like some sort of backup?”
“Yeah, it does. What if this Paul dumps you after he gets tired of you?” Stan said seriously. “Then what? What do you have then?”
“Well, I can always move in with you?” I said with a softy look.
“Oh great, so I am the backup plan huh?” Stan said shaking his head.
“No goof, you are not,” I laughed. “I don't have one because I don't need one, although I'd be crushed if you didn't want me to move in with you.”
Stan looked at me strange and got all flustered.
“You know damn well you could move in with me no matter what or when,” Stan said seriously. “Don't say stuff like that.”
“Okay, I'm sorry, I know I can and know you wouldn't hesitate,” I said hugging his head from behind. “Stan, I know what I'm doing, really.”
“Okay, okay, I said I was happy for you and that didn't come with any conditions,” Stan said shaking his head as he wrapped his hands behind him and pulled me in tight.
“So when do I meet Paul then?' Stan asked seriously.
“In a few days if that's okay,” I said.
“You know its okay,” Stan said seriously.
“Okay then, I'll call you and let you know the time and what you can bring,” I said with a smile.
“I gotta bring something?” Stan said surprised.
“Well, yeah, I want you to feel you are a part of the whole thing,” I laughed.
“Damn, this is serious,” Stan said shaking his head. “Does Will know about this?”
“Yes, I talked to him earlier, but the dinner is just for you and Paul to meet, no one else,” I said kissing him on his head.
“Wow, that's really nice of you to do that,” Stan said as he stood up and came up against me while I was doing the dishes.
I felt him stretch his arms and legs out some and his body was behind me. He was flexing slowly and I could feel every muscle in his body even his thighs doing a flex dance against my body.
“Stan, what are you doing?” I asked.
“I got this urge to put on my power flex that always makes them melt and want me,” Stan said whispering in my ear.
“Well, this is new,” I said, “don't remember this happening before.”
“Yeah, I know, figured I should give yah a special treat,” Stan said in a deep sexy voice.
Before I knew it, Stan had me turned around, my face just above his pecs which he was alternating a pump on. His crotch was sliding up and down my crotch and abs. I could feel his long fat cock growing. I could have stopped it easily, but I could sense he really needed this from me right now, so I went along with it. He did have a to die for body and he was bigger then me with height and weight.
“You like that baby?” Stan whispered in my ear as he slowly licked it.
“Yeah, it is kinda nice,” I said quietly.
“Go ahead, its all here for you, just you,” Stan whispered as he licked the other ear. “Taste them, touch them, feel them dance just for you.”
So, I did. I have to admit I know why he could make any guy he wanted just completely melt and do whatever Stan wanted him to do. He was very good at this to be sure. When I licked his arms and forearms, he bent his arms and flexed his massive biceps for me, slowly making them explode and relax some. I moved my hands to his pecs and felt them, the power he had in flexing them, so slowly so you could feel the build up of the pump. I kissed one then the other before moving on to his nipples. When I licked, kissed and then sucked and bit on one, he took in a huge amount of air and let out a long groan.
“Yeah baby, show Stan how much you love his body,” Stan said deeply.
I felt his now really hard cock pulse when I bit and sucked on his nipples. I could feel the front of his shorts getting wet. He moved me away from the counter and gently but firmly pushed me down to my knees, flexing his thighs and calves. He used one hand to the back of my head and moved my face to his thigh. I hugged it and moved my hands slowly up and down and around, kissing and licking as I went. His moans got longer, deeper and stronger. Then he moved one leg behind me and I was held tight with my face in his crotch, his cock pulsing at my face. I bit it and he let out a yell and swore.
“Shit yeah, take it baby, its all here for you, just you,” Stan said loud in that deep voice.
I looked up at him and he was looking down watching every move I was making. I reached up and pulled his jockey's down slowly, kissing and licking as more and more of his cock was freed from its bondage. I kissed the head of his cock and moved to his low hanging balls. I knew Stan love his balls played with and sucked on, so I did just that. He was going nuts I could tell but he was still trying to keep me in suspense or something, more was to come I felt. Sure enough, he put a hand on the top of my head, moved himself around and his bowling ball ass cheeks were right there, flexing slowly along my face which he moved right against them. I bit and licked and used my hands to massage them, pull at them, move them around as best I could. Then I know he didn't expect it so I spread his ass cheeks apart and licked from his pernieum to the top of his ass crack, slowly. He yelled out and swore again which made me smile. I knew I had him now, he lost control and was at my mercy now. Besides his balls, Stan's ass was his downfall for sure. I could feel his body trembling as I worked my tongue all around and over his rosebud. I reached around and began to slow stroke his throbbing, leaking cock. Stan gasped, moaned and groaned and became putty in my hands.
“Pull those ass cheeks apart and let me at that ass,” I said sternly.
Stan bend down a bit and pulled his ass cheeks far apart just like I wanted. When my tongue pushed past his rosebud he lt out a yell and a litany of swear words. I increased the strokes on his cock a bit and put just a bit of pressure in my grip, making sure I went completely off the head of his cock and all the way down to his pubes. Stan was panting and his muscles were shaking like he had the chills. I sped up my tongue fucking of his ass, pushing in my tongue as far as I could. All it took was a few more strokes of his cock and he stiffed, yelled out like an animal and shot his cum across my kitchen floor and on the counter top. I wouldn't stop and he started to beg me to stop. Instead, I stood up, grabbed his cock again and kept stroking it as I dropped my sweats and rubbed my cock against his wet rosebud. I pushed it in fast and hard. The top of his body jerked hard backwards and I could feel he was gasping for a breath. I latched on to his abs with one hand and kept stroking his cock with the other as I rammed my cock hard in and out of his ass. I know I was hitting his prostrate, again because I could sense and feel his emotions. I kept it up making him cum 2 more times before I did one last hard push inside him and filled him with my cum. He was slick with sweat and panting like he just finessed a hard marathon. I pulled my cock out and he turned around, lifted me up in his arms with his hands held tight to my ass cheeks and went wild in my mouth with his tongue. It was really sensual I have to say. Stan and I hadn't had sex in years, just never seemed to happen. When he finally calmed down he put his face into my neck and kissed me.
“Jakey, where did all that come from?” Stan panted.
“From me you goof, why, it wasn't nice?” I said with a smile.
“Nice, shit, you destroyed me completely,” Stan said with a smile and then he kissed me on my lips.
“I thought it was a good idea after our heavy emotional talk,” I said as I kissed him on his lips.
“Man how I love that,” Stan said with a laugh. “That was the best fuck I've ever had.”
“Well thank you, I'll take that as a compliment,” I laughed.
“Oh shit, is that going to cause you a problem with Paul?” Stan suddenly said as he slid me back to stand on the floor.
“No, it won't, he knows I'm his and its okay Stan, really,” I said pulling his neck down and kissing him.
“How do you know that?” Stan asked.
“Because we talked about it,” I said with a smile.
“Wait, you talked to Paul about you and me fucking?” Stan said worried.
“No not you specifically, just in general,” I laughed.
“Oh, okay, I thought maybe you planned this or something,” Stan said. “Sure would ruin my ego if I thought you started it.”
“No baby, your ego is fully intact, I assure you,” I laughed. “Come on you big lug, lets have a shower and then a nice drink.”
“Okay with me, lead on hot stuff,” Stan said as he turned me around and slapped me on my ass.
He left eventually, feeling good, feeling that our relationship wasn't going to change much and that he still was a big part of my life. I surprised myself and I think him too that I was so forceful and in control. Stan wasn't used to anyone doing that with him and I think he really liked it a lot. I just finished cleaning up and the door bell rang. I was really stunned when there with a big smile and sexy look was Paul.
“I missed you too much and I had to be with you,” Paul said with a sexy smile and voice. “Can I come in?”
“Oh, stupid me, sure you can, I'm just stunned you showed up at my house,” I said taking him by his forearm and pulling him in. “I never told you where I lived and I'm amazed you were able to find me.”
“I could find you anywhere in the world now that we are bonded to each other Jake, that's how it works,” Paul said as he wrapped me in his arms and passionately kissed me.
“I have a confession to make,” I said feeling guilty about Stan and I messing around.
“No need to confess anything to me Jake,” Paul said kissing my nose. “We talked about this and I meant what I said to you. Its no problem if you wish to have sex with a human since I know you are mine and I am yours. Its really that simple.”
“I think I'm going to have a hard time getting used to that,” I said with a slight smile. “It kind of rubs against my character, well, former character I suppose.”
“Nonsense Jake, your character is fully intact I assure you. Now if you chose to have a side relationship with an ancient one, then that would be a problem for me. That would make me feel jealous, angry and very hurt,” Paul said holding my chin in his hand.
“So the dividing line is ancients and humans?” I asked confused.
“Now you have it, yes, that is the dividing line,” Paul laughed. “It always has been that way that I know of and I suppose it always will be so. Think about it Jake, any tryst you might have with a human will be over very soon by our life standards where as with an ancient one that isn't the case at all. Does that help make sense of this to you?”
“I suppose that does make sense,” I said thoughtfully. “Guess I'm not fully understanding the differences all that well so soon.”
“Exactly my love,” Paul said kissing my forehead. “You will in time. You are intelligent and have a way of figuring out things logically and factually. Give yourself time Jake.”
“Well still, about Stan,” I said pulling Paul to the sofa. “You know he is my oldest friend and I have feelings for him like he is a brother but yet a bit more then that. I actually felt his emotions, inside my head like I was in his body or something. I could feel his sadness and fear for me possibly getting hurt, and his wishing he was the one who would give me all that I wanted. I never really thought about that being a possibility before tonight. Sure, when we first became friends, we messed around but that didn't seem to go anywhere serious as far as I knew. I realized tonight how wrong I was about that and how much longing he has kept deep inside because of how he felt about me and knew I didn't feel that way about him.”
“You see, you are thoughtful, kind, generous and caring Jake,” Paul said grabbing me into a hug. “Feeling a human's emotion is part of I'd say a benefit of who you are now. Mostly it gives you an accurate sense of their emotions at the time you are with them, even if that time is only a few seconds. You pick up on their fears and joy equally.”
“Wow, that's kind of powerful isn't it?” I said surprised.
“Indeed it is, but it is most valuable. Knowing a human is feeling dread and deep fear give us ancients the opportunity to relieve those feelings, put them at ease and if we are the cause of their fear, give them the gift of forgetfulness.”
“We can make them actually forget they met us?” I asked really curious.
“Yes, we can my love,” Paul said slowly unbuttoning my shirt and undoing my belt and zipper.
“And you can make sneaky sexy moves without causing any alarms to go off too huh?” I said looking down at his hands.
“Exactly,” Paul smiled as he had my clothes off in seconds.
“I got a feeling somebody wants some attention?” I said with a sneaky look.
“You are so quick to pick up the mood aren't you,” Paul said kissing me.
Once his fingers were roaming my body and his lips were doing that magic on my lips, I was completely his. I wanted him, all of him, just that quickly. I was sure drawn to him now, had to have him and wanted to please him with all I had in me. Yep, I was his and he was mine without a doubt.