Loving Conor

Loving Conor - Chapter 7

Boyfriend... I thought about the title as I held him. Conor's head was on my chest, one arm and one leg draped over my body, and his cock pressed into my hip. I was trapped, but I didn't care. We had drifted off to sleep entangled together again. That's what boyfriends do. We were comfortable together, as if it had always been this way. I was deep in my thoughts until a I heard a knock at the door.

I peeled myself out from under my new boyfriend and off the bed. Conor moaned and reached for me, but remained sleeping. I looked around for some clothes, not seeing anything in reach, then decided it didn't matter and answered the door completely nude. It was Tom.

"Hi Tom. Conor is sleeping."

"That's okay. I came to give you this."

Tom handed me a box.

"You just need to switch your SIM card and you're good to go."

The phone was the same brand as mine but an upgraded model, still in the wrapper.

"Are you sure, Tom? This is an expensive phone, and I can just get mine fixed."

"Nah, man. I owe you. Besides, I didn't pay cash for it."

I raised an eyebrow at Tom.

"It's all good. He was a hot fuck anyway."

Somehow the whole thing struck me as funny and I had to suppress a laugh.

"Well Tom, thank you. I really appreciate it."

"Yeah, man. No hard feelings?"

I held my hand out and Tom took it.

"No hard feelings, my friend."

Tom glanced at my cock and licked his lips, then smiled and walked away.

I retrieved my broken phone from Conor's nightstand and pulled the SIM card. Not wanting to wake Conor, I took the new phone in the bathroom, inserted the SIM, and turned it on. After going through the basic setup, I restored the phone from an online backup, and messages started flowing in. I quickly silenced the phone and skimmed through texts and email, looking for anything important, and realized my boss had been trying to reach me. I knew, Roger, and knew he wouldn't interrupt my vacation if it wasn't crucial. Just as I started to reply to an email, the phone vibrated in my hand.

"Hey, Roger."

"Brandon, I've been trying to reach you since yesterday."

"Yeah, I had a problem with my phone, but it's working now. What can I do for you?"

"You can get excited, that's what."

"Oh, why is that?"

"You know Ken Meyers, the director from the Chicago office?"

"Yes, I've met him. Good guy."

"Well, he's pulling an early retirement, and guess who he's recommending as his replacement?"

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you! The board has already agreed to put you at the top of the list, which basically means you've got the job. You can fill out the paperwork when you get back. For now, all I need is a verbal agreement to hold your spot.

"Ummmm... wow... do I have any time to think about it?"

"Think about it? Do you understand what this means? Your salary will triple, and the benefits for that office are twice what mine are! What is there to think about?"

"Yeah, well, I met someone and I need to consider my options. Can you buy me some time?"

"You met someone? You've only been gone for a few days, how...? I mean, I know you don't make hasty judgement calls, so she must be really special for you to..."

"He. He is very special, and I just need a little time to sort through my thoughts."

"He? Nevermind, not judging, just surprised. Look, Brandon, I can stall for the weekend since it's Friday but I'll need an answer by Monday morning.

"Thanks, Roger, I really appreciate it."

"Brandon, your relationship with Julie was an inspiration to Deb and I. As a friend, I just want to see you happy. Damn the job if that's what it takes."

"Your support means a lot, Rog. Please tell Deb I said hi."

"Will do."

I ended my call with Roger and stared into the mirror, searching for answers in my reflection. The job offer was a reality check. I should have jumped at the position and I knew it. I had drained all of my savings and some of my retirement on medical expenses for Julie. Taking the position in Chicago was the logical choice, but I had two good reasons to defy logic, and one was sleeping just outside the door.

I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at my boyfriend, still fast asleep on the bed. Conor had said it himself, "I know we only have a short time together..." Was that our reality? If so, reality was a bitch slap to the face. It was too soon to know how deep my relationship with Conor would go, but being chained to a desk in Chicago would limit my options.

Beyond Conor, there was one more thing to give me pause. Over the last few days I had seen and done more than I had in years. My current position would allow me the opportunity to travel and explore instead of living the same routine in the same place day after day. I had tasted the sweetness of freedom, and I was hooked.

Conor stirred, then rolled over and felt for me. I could see a bit of panic in his face when he realized that I wasn't there. When he finally looked around, Conor saw me leaning against the wall staring at him, then he smiled... not just with his mouth, but with his eyes. His smile was enough to melt the coldest of hearts, and it was at that moment that I knew it. I was totally, emphatically, undeniably, in love.

I walked over and knelt down next to the bed, then kissed the sweetest lips on the planet.

"Hey B, what time is it?"

I looked at my phone. "It's past lunch, sleepy head."

"Wait, is that a new phone? How..."

"It's a peace offering from Tom. Apparently he screwed some guy to get it."

Conor chuckled, "No surprise there. He probably would have done it for free anyway."

"Yep. I'm sure of that."

Conor took my hand and placed it on his hard cock, then grinned mischievously.

I looked into Conor's emerald eyes and was drawn to the fire like a moth to a flame. I reached up and kissed those lips again. My phone fell to the floor, and my mouth made its way down to Conor's chin, then his neck, his chest and abs, and over his red tinted treasure trail. As I engulfed Conor's stiff cock, I climbed up on the bed and straddled his face. I felt Conor's lips as he sucked my cock in... his tongue as it rolled around my swollen cockhead, and I was instantly transported to that otherworldly place where only Conor could take me.

Conor slowly pumped his hips, and I pumped mine to match, our cocks going deeper with each stroke. With one hand, I ran my fingers over Conor's wet rod, then reached down and pressed gently into his fuck hole. Conor moaned into my dick, as I pushed in deeper. I felt Conor's fingers enter my ass, and I engulfed his cock to the hilt as he took my cock deep into his throat. I pushed my fingers even deeper, finding Conor's prostate. Conor moaned and bucked his hips, as I did when his fingers hit my prostate. Our mouths and fingers worked in sync then, as we wildly fucked each other's mouths and fingered each other's assholes.

My eyes rolled back into my head, and the world went black. Our bodies spasmed and jerked, and I felt Conor's cum hit the back of my throat. Every muscle in my body contracted, and my entire being seemed to be focused on forcing my load into Conor's mouth, sending bolts of pleasure that rocked me to the core. Somehow I had kept myself from nearly drowning Conor again and rolled to my side still convulsing. Conor quickly flipped around and put his mouth to mine. We kissed hard and deep as we mixed each other's cum with our tongues, then collapsed in each other's arms. As soon as I could speak again, I said "Holy..." and Conor finished "... fuck!" I looked at Conor, noticing a drop of cum at the edge of his mouth and couldn't help myself and licked it off. Conor smiled and said, "I cum harder every fucking time." I chuckled and said, "Same here. I seriously think my heart stopped." Conor kissed me and said, "I guess it's a good way to go, as long as we go together."

"Conor, speaking of together, I... " I started to tell Conor I was in love with him, but his phone rang.

"Sorry, babe, but it's my mom."

"Hi Mom."

I stood up to leave the room and give them their privacy, but Conor grabbed my arm.

"It's fine, babe, you can stay."

"No, mom. I was talking to Brandon."

"He's my boyfriend."

"Well, it just happened this morning so..."

"Of course he's handsome."

"No, no, he's the complete opposite of dad."

"I don't know. We've only known each other for a few days. Besides, he lives in Arizona."

"I'm fairly sure the indians are civilized now, but yeah, that's the place."

"No mom, my life is here. I have too much invested..."

"Slow down mom... mom... mom!"

"Sorry for yelling, but I think it's a bit early to be talking about marriage and children."

"Well I know we can adopt, but that's not..."

"Geeze mom, don't you think that's a little personal?"

"Well, yes, I do care for him, but I don't think I'm ready for..."

"No, you can't talk to him."

"Yes, mom. You are the first person I will call if he proposes, I promise."

"Yes, I'll tell Jim you said hi, but you should call him. I know he would like talking with..."

"Okay, I love you too, mom. Bye."

Conor fell back into my lap, then covered his face with a pillow and yelling, "Ahhhhh! So embarrassing!"

I pulled the pillow away. "Well, at least she's supportive. My mom would flip out if I told her I had a boyfriend."

"She just wants me to be happy, but damn!"

"Are you?"

"Happy? How could I not be?"

"Why the sad face, B?"

"Conor, I... when I leave here... I don't do so good alone."

"I've been dreading that too, but your job is flexible, right? You could come back once in awhile. Besides, I could go see you. My mom wants me to get pictures of all the Indians shooting their bows."

Conor's last statement brought us both to tears we laughed so hard. When we finally calmed down Conor rolled off the bed and said "I suppose we can't live on each other's cum, let's go get some food. I said, "Oh, I'm kind of fond of the cum diet, as long as it's not ox cum." Conor licked his lips, and said "It's an acquired taste." then went into the bathroom. I expected Conor to laugh, but he didn't.

"Wait, you are joking, right?"

"You will never know, B."

I loved his humor, and knew I would miss it. It was apparent listening to Conor talk with his mother that he wasn't ready to make any commitments, and I wasn't about to ruin what we had by professing my love. If Conor and I were meant to be together, it would happen, but it couldn't be forced. So much had already happened over the last few days, and I still had over a week with my new lover. I didn't know if Conor would ever share my feelings of love, but there was one thing I knew for sure... I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Roger, "Please give my appreciation to the board, but tell them I am not interested in the Chicago position."

Damn the job! Regardless of what happened with Conor, I needed the freedom of my current position, not the bonds of management politics.

I heard the shower start and went in to join Conor. Washing each other had nearly become a ritual, and something I enjoyed deeply. As Conor was scrubbing my back, we talked about the upcoming evening.

"It's just a guess, but you probably won't be up to bartending after last night."

"You guessed right. Just thinking about it turns my stomach."

"What do you say about skipping tonight's event and finding something else to do?"

"What is tonight's event?"

Conor chuckled, "It's poker night, B, and I can't let you play, remember?"

"Hey! That was just playing against you... yeah, you're probably right."

"There's an LGBT film festival at the beach tonight. They've set up large tents and have multiple venues. I thought we could go check it out."

"That sounds good, babe. As long as I'm with you, I don't care what we do."

After getting cleaned up and dressed, we sat in the kitchen and ate a late lunch. Sam and Tom joined us, and it seemed all relationships were intact. Sam offered to keep The House under control for the evening while Conor and I went out. Despite their quirks, or maybe because of them, I found that I thoroughly enjoyed the couple's company.

We made the now familiar trek down to the boardwalk, and Conor stopped to check on the old building. Satisfied that the for sale sign was still in place, we continued on to the festival. Julie and I had been a fan of short films, and I was slightly concerned of the emotions I would feel in such a familiar setting. Once we arrived, I realized I had nothing to worry about. The entrance to the area was clearly defined by rainbow flags and banners. A group of five rather burly drag queens energetically greeted Conor and I after we purchased our wristbands. This was definitely not like the festivals I had taken Julie to before.

Not knowing the background of the films, Conor suggested that we take turns picking which to watch. I took my turn first, selecting a film called "The Lost Boy", mostly because it was one of the few with an English title. Not five minutes into the film, a young boy was being beaten by his father for being gay. I grabbed Conor's arm and pulled him out of the tent, then wrapped my arms around him.

"That was obviously a bad choice. I'm sorry, babe."

"You had no way of knowing, B. Maybe we should watch the rest, it may have a good ending."

One of the drag queen greeters was standing nearby and overheard our conversation, saying "No Conor, that one is tragic all the way through. You should go see "Mejores Amigos". Unless you speak Spanish you'll have to read the subtitles, but it's totally worth it." Both Conor and I looked at the muscled Diva. Conor squinted, "Charles, is that you?"

"It's Charleine tonight, dear. What do you think of the new look?" Conor smiled and said, "Very impressive makeup work, and the dress highlights your hot ass." Charleine turned and wiggled her butt in our direction, then laughed. "Me and a few workout buddies volunteered for security detail. Some of the guys can be quite intimidating and we didn't want to scare people away, so we came in drag." I asked, "There's a need for security at a film festival?" Charleine replied, "Yes, unfortunately. There's a group of anti-everything activists who tried to stop the event from happening. They've been known to get violent before. We haven't had any issues yet, and hopefully we won't." Conor said, "Wow, I don't understand people sometimes. Thanks for the advice on the film." Charleine said, "Absolutely dear, now run along or you won't get a seat."

Conor and I gave Charleine a hug before walking away, and someone yelled, "Disgusting faggots! Get off our fucking beach!" I turned to see a group of three men standing just beyond the rope barrier. The men had short hair and were dressed in camo pants and tank tops. Charleine said, "Don't worry about it, guys. We'll keep an eye on them. Go enjoy yourselves."

The film Charles suggested turned out to be great, as did two more we watched. We sat with Charleine and the girls for dinner, and it was quite entertaining. It was obvious that some of the guys weren't used to being girls... forks got tangled in wigs, skirts were hiked up as they sat with their legs spread open, and lipstick was smeared on faces and sleeves. I asked about the three men who had been hassling people, and Charleine said that they had been run off by beach security. Once we were done with dinner, Conor and I excused ourselves and headed out.

On the way back to The House, Conor spotted a push cart ice cream vendor down the road. We picked up our pace to try and catch up, then lost the vendor down an alley. When we turned back to the street, we were confronted by one of the guys in camo pants.

"Well, well, what have we got here. Are you lost, faggots?" We started to walk around the asshole, and two more entered the alley, blocking our way.

"You think you're leaving here? This is my house, faggots, and I say when you leave."

I said, "Look. We don't want any trouble, so just clear a path and we'll be on our way."

"You want to go, fag? Get on your knees and beg. You know all about being on your knees, don't you cock sucker?"

Conor's eyes met mine, and without saying a word, we agreed to stand up to the bullies. Conor took a step forward then said, "There's three of you. What are your friends going to say when they find out two faggots kicked your ass?"

I expected the fight to start then, but the thug just laughed and said, "I guess faggots can't count very good. You better check your six."

Conor didn't turn, but I did. "There's more behind us, Conor."

"Now faggot, get on your fucking knees and beg for your pathetic life!"

Conor's knees bent... The next thing anyone saw was the bully's head snapping back and blood spattering as he fell to the ground. Conor completed the backflip, landing next to me. For a moment, everyone stood in shock at what had just happened, then all hell broke lose. I grabbed the first guy that came close enough in a choke hold, then planted my knee in his face. I tossed him to the ground, tripping up another thug and landed a hard right hook to his jaw. I had my back to Conor, but I knew he was okay when another guy went flying past me into the brick wall. The next thing I knew, I was tackled from behind and held down by two men. Conor said, "No!" and tried to get to me, but was grabbed and forced to his knees by three other guys.

"Hold them there!"

The leader was back on his feet, blood streaming from his nose and mouth. Then he pulled a knife.

"So you're a tough faggot, huh? How tough will you be with your throat cut and your guts spilling on the ground?"

Panic and rage set in, and I knew I had to do something to give Conor a chance. I yelled as loud as I could, "Leave him alone you fucking little pussy!", then sunk my teeth into the arm of the man sitting on my chest, biting through an artery. The guy screamed and rolled off of me as blood spewed onto my shirt. By emasculating the leader in front of his lackeys, I knew he would turn his attention... and knife, on me. I could only hope it would give Conor the opportunity to get away. I knew my tactic worked when the enraged idiot turned in my direction... then was hit in the face by a high heel shoe.

Six drag queens entered the alley and collided with the camo-clad homophobes. The two who were holding me down stood up to defend themselves against the new threat. I planted a foot into a nearby knee then scrambled to get to my feet. Someone grabbed my arm and I pulled away to take a swing, then saw Conor's beautiful face looking down on me. Conor pulled me up and we stood back to back ready to go, but it seemed our fight was over.

I put my arm over Conor's shoulders as we watched Charles and his unlikely crew dispatch the gang. Conor grabbed his phone and captured the ordeal on video. If the situation hadn't been so serious, the sight would have been comical... looking for all the world like a couples party gone very bad. Charles, all decked out in his red sequined dress, had the leader on the ground and a knee in his back. The rest of the gang was either down or being subdued. Sirens filled the air as Conor and I walked over to Charles. "Are you two okay?"

My shirt was covered in blood, but it wasn't my blood. "I'm fine, but the guy with a chunk out of his arm will need an ambulance." Conor said, "Just a few bumps and bruises, but I'm good." The gang leader looked up at us and snarled. I knelt down and said, "Assault with a deadly weapon, battery, and hate crimes. Guess who will be on his knees sucking cock now?" Conor added, "I know someone in the press. This video will make national news, asshole."

The police led the gang of thugs away in handcuffs, six of them sporting new wigs. Thomas, one of the security team, ended up being the officer that had arrested Eve, and was now dating Charles. After Conor and I had left the beach, Thomas spotted the gang leader headed our direction and rallied the security team. I shook Thomas' hand. "If you hadn't shown up when you did..." Thomas said, "Sorry it took so long, but have you ever tried running in a skirt and spiked heels?" The vision of the group running after us shattered the grim atmosphere and we all had a good laugh.

Thomas was given a squadcar and drove us home. Charles rode up front, and Conor and I in the back. Once we had settled down, I realized my hands were shaking. Conor said, "Are you okay, babe?" My voice cracked and I barely managed to get out, "I thought you..." The thought of losing Conor was unbearable. I couldn't finish as tears streamed down my face. Conor held my hand and said, "I know. I thought we were both goners, but I'm glad we stood up to those assholes." Charles said, "You did more than stand up to them. There were five of the fuckheads on the ground when we got here, and three needed medical attention. Remind me never to piss you two off."

Once again I found myself laying awake next to my sleeping boyfriend. Before reaching The House, we had agreed to a double date with Charles and Thomas. On our way in, we were greeted by terrified looks from Tom, Sam, and the few guests who were still awake. After explaining the ordeal, Conor and I showered together then literally fell into bed. I brushed a lock of hair from Conor's face, then kissed his cheek and whispered, "I love you, Conor O'Keefe." It was dark, but I thought I made out a smile on my lover's face.

To be continued...