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Correction: Back in chapter 19, I introduced the Hotel Cavalieri as a Marriott Hotel. It is, in fact, a part of the Hilton chain. I wish to thank Michael for pointing out this error to me, and I pledge to be more conscientious in the future.
Coming of Age in Texas: Chapter 30: Dessert
As the ushers herded the members of the audience out of the theatre, I detected a bit of commotion at the exit. Ciara and Victor were trying to hold back as the ushers pressed them to leave. Since Troy was surrounded by family and friends, I slipped away and strode to the back of the theatre to see what was going on. The ushers told me that Ciara and Victor refused to leave, and Ciara and Victor told me that Troy had invited them to remain after the show. That must have been what he whispered to them after he sang to them. I assured the ushers that everything was all right, and I led Ciara and Victor down to the stage and seated them on the couch.
As soon as I was able to free Troy from his admirers, I nodded toward the couple sitting on the couch. Troy immediately called them over to join the crowd. He again thanked them for their participation and took Ciara by the hand. He called Johnny over and introduced the two of them. Johnny seemed pleased to have the attention of a young lady instead of all of his queer friends, and Ciara practically gushed at the opportunity to meet such a handsome American athlete who was now a TV celebrity.
Then, Troy took Victor by the hand and introduced him to The Outlaws, who, ironically, fawned all over Victor because he got to be serenaded by Troy. They kept telling him how envious they were of him.
We had eaten only a light lunch and were all starving, so when Rob announced that a private dining room was waiting for us back at the hotel, everyone was eager to jump into the limousines that Rob had arranged to take us back. Ben and Alessandro made their apologies and took a rain check, but Ciara and Victor nearly jumped out of their skins when Troy invited them to join us.
As we exited the building, we were mobbed by adoring fans as well as reporters and paparazzi from international outlets as well as across Italy. Troy and I had begun to get used to such attention, but for our moms, it was a new experience, and they seemed impressed with how well we handled the situation. Eventually, most of us managed to slip into the waiting limousines. Ciara and Victor had come to the opera house in their own respective cars, so Johnny rode back to the hotel with Ciara in her Alfa Romeo, and Little Cherry rode with Victor in his Maserati. Since Ciara lived in Turin, and Victor lived in Modena, a two-hour drive at best, Rob offered to secure rooms for them at the hotel for the night, but both politely declined. They evidently had other plans.
In the private dining room, the hotel staff had indeed laid out an Italian feast complete with sparkling prosecco along with a dangerous dessert buffet offering (among other things) several varieties of tiramisu, cannoli, panna cotta, and gelato.
Even as hungry as I was, what I really wanted to do was to drag Troy to our suite and make love to him like he had never been loved before, and as soon as dinner was over, that's exactly what I did.
Johnny invited Ciara to take a stroll with him, and they ended up in his room. The Outlaws invited Victor to go bar hopping with them, and they all eventually ended up...well, more about that later.
I began ripping off Troy's clothes even before we got back to our room—on the private elevator, in fact. He was still wearing that sexy outfit that he wore on the show—minus the cowboy hat, which, of course, he had given to Victor as a memento. Before I peeled off those tight black pants, I just had to rub my face all over that fucking hot bulge. And, of course, I had to run my fingers and tongue across the hairs flaring out of the V-neck shirt.
Once I got him stripped, I dragged him into the shower. As much as I enjoyed licking the sweat off of his now-famous naked body, I understood that he was impatient to get clean so that we could work up a new sweat. I was torn between bathing him slowly and lovingly or scrubbing him down as quickly as possible. I toweled him off quickly and ushered him into bed, where I resumed the tongue bath I had commenced earlier.
I wanted to take my time showing him how much I loved and worshipped him, but I couldn't help myself. I was on fire with passion and just had to take him and fuck him like a wild animal in heat. I pumped hard and fast—harder and faster than I had ever fucked anyone before. To the extent that I could think at all, I rationalized that I could take it slowly and lovingly the next time. And so, I shot my wad deep into him and crashed on top of his fuckingly sexy, hot, hairy body.
Half an hour later, when I had painstakingly become somewhat human again, I apologized for my impatience, but Troy just laughed and assured me that he had thoroughly enjoyed my manic attack. "You can fuck me like that anytime," he assured me.
Now, however, it was time to give him the sweet love that I wanted to give him and that he had so thoroughly earned. I kissed him gently on the lips and then moved quickly to the other end. I licked the bottoms of his feet and sucked each toe one by one. Then, I licked all the way from his ankles to his perineum, which I swabbed to his delight as much as mine. I bathed his balls with my saliva, gently taking each nut into my mouth one at a time.
I lifted his muscular legs over my shoulders and probed his treasure trove with my eager tongue. It seemed that I might bring him to a climax with that maneuver alone, but there was more to come.
I licked the length of his cock with one slow, tormenting stroke. The twitching of his dick told me that he wanted more, much more, but it was not yet time.
I brushed my cheek against his beautiful cock and buried my face in his luscious bush. I so badly wanted to fellate every single hair on his hirsute body, drawing electric shocks to every follicle until his entire body exploded into a delirious stupor.
Moving upward, I sucked and nibbled on each nipple, which I had learned were hard-wired to his cock.
I painted his face with an abundance of butterfly kisses, licked them all off, and then painted a second coat. I kissed his sweet lips and tasted his delicious tongue until I thought our lips and tongues would melt into one.
"Are you ready?" I whispered devilishly into his ear.
"If you don't hurry up and fuck me," he almost screamed, "I'll roll you over and fuck the shit out of you."
[Hmm. Maybe I'll take a rain check on that offer.]
I slid back down to his crotch, took his cock into my mouth, and savored the taste and feel of it until Troy simply couldn't take it anymore.
With his ass lips already wet with my saliva and his juices, I slid my big cock into his desperate hole. Unlike the last time, I didn't just fuck him. I made slow, intense love to him, pausing occasionally to lean forward and kiss his sweet lips again. Periodically, I interjected fast, aggressive thrusts just to keep him on his toes, which, by the way, remained curled up through the entire episode.
Continuing to massage his prostate, I slowly brushed the back of my index finger along the thick vein running the length of his penis.
As I approached my own orgasm, I reached for his cock to jerk him off, but he beat me to the punch, erupting hands free like a volcano, spewing the contents of his nut sack all over his face and body. I followed immediately with a series of eruptions of my own, blasting my love seed deep into his gut.
Seeing stars (as I'm sure Troy was too), I collapsed on top of my lover, squishing his thick cream between us and resting my face next to his cum-coated cheek. As I began to fall asleep on top of him with my manhood still nested inside him, time and space evaporated, and our bodies, our minds, and our souls morphed together into a single, sanctified essence.
When I awoke the next morning, I desperately wanted to make love to Troy again, but I really had to pee, so I decided to take care of that urge first. As I was walking back to the bed, I heard a faint thud in the adjacent sitting room. When I went to investigate, I discovered Victor sprawled out naked on one of the couches and a mass of naked bodies piled into a heap on the floor, resembling a homoerotic Rorschach or something out of the Kama Sutra. I counted six bodies, four of whom were The Outlaws. I didn't recognize the other two, but it began to make sense when I spotted two bellboy uniforms mixed in the pile of clothes in the corner, which might explain how they all got into our room in the middle of the night. One of the creatures had evidently rolled over in his sleep, knocking an ashtray off of the coffee table and onto the carpeted floor.
I instantly popped a boner, and it seemed that I wasn't the only one. One body in the pile, most likely the one who knocked over the ash tray, began to squirm like a worm in search of a hole. When he found one, he inserted his penis, but nothing more happened. I don't know if he was just too far gone or if he had forgotten his mission.
I needed to find a hole myself, but where to choose? Should I go back to my bed with Troy...or Victor...or should I just take advantage of the opportunities that lay before me? Decisions, decisions.
I decided to go back to my lover in the bedroom when I tripped over one of the bodies on the floor, falling with my stiff dick and itching balls smashed into someone's face. The shock was enough to rouse the poor victim, but he didn't seem too aggrieved since he instinctively took my cock into his mouth and began sucking like a starving calf. Before I even realized what had happened, my balls emptied their load into his mouth and all over his face. I retrieved what I could from his mouth and licked up the rest from his face, but rather than swallowing it, I made the rounds of the bodies on the floor, apportioning drops onto the face of each man. I thought it would be a hoot to have them wake up and wonder how they got cum on their faces and whose it was. I also couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the hotel maids walking in and finding all those naked men sprawled out on the floor with dried cum on their faces.
Author's note: There are just four more chapters remaining in this saga. Will Rick continue his romance with Troy? Will he ever hook up with his friend Johnny? What about Mike? What does the future hold for their careers? Stay tuned. The answers are just ahead.
Brock