ONE HUMAN FAMILY
By
John Van Laningham
FIVE
Christmas Eve. Naked with a man in his bed. And I've never been happier.
"It's funny" I say. "In church, they talk a lot about of love. About finding joy in Christ. I mean, everybody must have had a day like this, right? Just laying in bed, naked, talking, having permission to touch the other person whereever. Why would you say 'no, this is for us, not for you'. It's just not right. It's such a wonderful feeling."
"It is a wonderful feeling. But, I look around and I don't find evangelical Christians to be that joyful"
"They're not"
He wants to know my story. And I don't mind telling him.
"So, I walked the aisle and got baptized at 6. But then, my first trip with the youth group, just turned 13, I got worried I wasn't really saved. That maybe I hadn't really understood what it meant at that age. And I didn't want to go to Hell, so I prayed the sinner's prayer and asked Jesus into my life. And I believed He forgave me of my sins"
"Let me get this straight. You were taught that if you didn't do it exactly right at 6 but you tried to be a good person and you went to cghurch, God would send you to eternal torment on a technicality?"
"I hadn't thought of it that way, but I guess, yeah."
"At 13, had you had any interesting sins?" Anders asked
"No. Just ordinary ones. So, I was late going into puberty. In the 9th grade, I was the shortest, thinnest, scrawniest boy in school. But I was noticing boys. Who had bulges in the crotch. Hairy legs, facial hair, muscles. Then in the summer between 9th and 10th grade, I rocketed up. I go back to school and it was like 'what haopened to you?' Well, puberty asshole. But I was still noticing boys It was this really shameful secret I had to hide from everybody. Something I couldn't acknowledge publically. Particukarly since my goal was to become a pastor in the SOuthern Baptist Convention. So, I went to a small Baptist college. Premarital sex was out, gay sex was solid out"
He chuckles. "And so nobody had sex? Everybody stayed pure?"
"Of course not" I say, smiling. "I had sex with a couple of girls. It was really non-spectacular. I couldn't figure out why people spent so much time and energy pursuing sex. It wasn't any better than masturbation. But I figured out that being a pastor was a non-starter. So, I decided to be a lawyer. I even got accepted to law school just as I was figuring out how much I didn't want to be a lawyer. So I moved back home and I got a job, minimum wage basically, at a hospital as an EKG tech. Then I went to nursing school. I tried not to be gay. I prayed for healing. Did conversion therapy. Nothing. Still gay. And the great thing here is that they have a ready reason: this the thorn in my side that God gave me and it could be a blessing to me, if I let God work in me and bring me to a closer walk with Him"
"What happened?"
"I figured out there was a simpler explanation. Maybe I am gay because I am gay and it's not fixable. And maybe God can't fix it because there's not a God out there to fix anythibg. And right here, right now, with you, I don't want to be fixed. I want this to keep going."
We touch and we kiss and we explore each other's bodies. We both get hard. I love that he has a firm, lean and tight body. I love touching him, holding him, kissing him. It is a pure dopamine rush. Incredible. I love being held by him, I am excited, thrilled. Falling in love is fun..
"Did you ever figrre out why people spent so much time on sex?"
I laugh. "Having you inside me was the best feeling I have ever had in my life. I want you to fuck me over and over and over again"
We kiss and he whispers that he will as many times as I will let him.
We go to the cafe and we have a late lunch or early supper. I get the Greek salad and he gets fish tacos. I comment that it is hardly Christmas fare - even though they will serve a Christmas dinner tomorrow - and that my family traditionally had the big celebration on Christmas Eve night.
"My mother kept marrying and divorcing so I had about 4 or 5 different traditions."
"Are you close?" I ask
He shakes his head no. "It's not because my being gay. She was fine with that. In fact, I think she thought we would be more like girlfriends than it turned out to be. Her life is chaos and I don't want to get sucked into it."
"You're plenty masculine" I say. "That turned me on"
"Even liberal, straight allies have stereotypes"
"You mentioned an ex"
"Chris? Trust me that is done. When neither of us had much money, it was great. But, he developed some novel therapy for cancer and his company got bought by Pfizer. So, he became a multi-millionaire. And after that, it was ... different. Not in a good way. I am still a college professor and he was jetting off to Paris. It just didn't work. But one good thing was that Chris was from Senegal and he introduced me to Senegalese cooking. And I came to love it. IF's a fusion of West African and French, kick up the spices. Sauce Moyo is the perfect condiment for almost anything. It's very good."
"You'll have to make me some sometimes" I say. "So, professor. In Cambridge?"
"It sounds good, Asociate Profressor at Harvard but I'm not rich"
"What kind of profressor?" I ask
"Classics. I specialize in Mediaterranean religuous traditions"
"Sounds impressive to me. I went to Brewton-Parker and Georgia Southern" I say, smiling. We talk about his elite education, BA at the University of Chicago and Ph D at Columbia. It is very impressive. I admire his eduation but I'm not intimidated by it. "maybe you can explain the whole 'Romans go home' thing in Life of Brian"
"What was a good Baptist boy doing watching that blasphemous filth? You'll go to hell for that"
"I'm pretty sure that you fucking me in the ass meant I am going to hell" I say
He laughs. "It's going to be one hell of an orgy down there."
By the time they take our plates, it's Happy Hour. I switch from wine to a Kentucky mule and Anders gets a planter's punch. The crowd has increased suddenly with the 1700 hour turn of the clock and free alcohol. Even in the long shadows you can clearly see the gathering clouds. It keeps the temperature up and we take advantage of of it by gettung in the water. Anders is behind me, holding me tight and i feel his hard dick against my butt cheeks, annd he is steadily groping me as a group around us are discussing snorkeling at the reef and around the Dry Tortugas and scuba diving on WWII wrecks. I don't have a ton to add but I am listening and Anders has his hands all over me, all over my torso, my ass and especially my dick. . And I like that. It is exciting. RIght out there for everybody to see. And they see but they say nothing. It's normal behavior here in gay Disneyland. Gay men get to be gay men here.
Here is the thing that I admitting to myself: I like being desired. It feels good. I like being a sexual being.
One of the guys gets a little bold and strokes my hard dick "That's nice " he says
I shrug. "But it's taken"
As Christmas Eve night begins in earnest, Santa starting to make his rounds, we go back to Anders room. I take care of necessary business alone.and I am ready for him. I want him. I hunger for him. We have all night and a couple more days. I want to spend as much time as I can with him, naked, kissing, touching. More. Definitely more.
He is no less sexy that he was as I lay on top of him, supporting myself in a position as if I were half down on a pushup. My crotch, my dick hard, is pressing against his crotch, his dick hard. He has his hands on my chest, rubbing my muscles and my hairiness.
"Goddamn, you're hot" he says.
"Goddamn, you are"
We kiss, leisurely and tenderly. We are becoming familiar with each others bodies, toucbing and licking and sucking and more. More. More, more, more. We kiss, we touch, we talk. Sometimes about nothing. Sometiumes about something. We stroke and we kiss some more. We have time. Plenty of time. An hour, maybe two and I am not tired to touching him, hearing his voice, the smell of his body.
I take his hard dick and angle it up and go down on it. It is the perfect size and I deep throat it. All the way, tugging on his generous balls. All the way up and gathering the foreskin. I love foreskin. I am intrigued by foreskin.
"You like doing that" Anders says
I look at him. "You don't like it?" I ask, concerned.
"No, it feels great. But a lot of American men don't like uncut guys."
"How about your ex?" I ask and instantly regretted it.
"He's West African Muslim. He is circumcised. He'd just pull it down and pretend it wasn't there" he said, rubbing my face "I like that you like it"
"It's a part of you" I say
I work on his dick for a really long time, slowly, gently, playfully. I lay back and let him do me. He makes love to my cock with his mouth, worshipping my manhood. And it feels fantastic and I feel so open to him, knowing that he is getting pleasure from pleasuring me. Then I let him rim me, his tongue massaging my hole.
"Fuck me, Anders"
His dick, perfect size, long enough but not thick and it is beautiful. Beautiful and desirable. It feels amazing going in me. I moan in pure pleasure. He moves in me slowly, rhythmically. I'm so happy right now. First that I got the guy I wanted and that he has turned out to be everything I could have ever hoped for. And that the sensation of a man invading my ass could feel so good, so perfect. I came to Key West gay, a same sex attracted male, but I am going to leave a truly happy fag. For the first time ever, comfortable with who I am. This trip could not have worked out better.
The movement in me is incredible. He speeds up, just the right speed, just hard enough.
"That feels great" I say
"You are so tight" Anders says
"This is only the second time I've been fucked"
"Goddamn"
I don't ask what he means. I trust he is not being mean or pitying me. I think not. But I wish I had found this out at 18 or 19.
Harder and faster. His hot breath on my neck He hugs my torso and bangs me harder. Harder and harder. He reaches around and strokes my still hard dick, sending explosions in my brain of pure pleasure.
He grunts as he cums, filling my ass with his seed. I don't cum but it's okay. It was great. Laying there, he asks me if I came and I tell him no. He gropes my flaccid cock and balls and tells me i can get hard and he can suck me off.
"I'm perfect, Anders. I am satisfied. I am happy. I'm not chasing orgasms. I mean it's great but just being intimate with you is a dream come true."
We fall asleep in each others arms. In the night, he shifts around and it wakes me, just a little. Groggy and in a fugue state, I feel his hard dick pressed arounst my back, stiffened. i hope, by a dream about me. I grab it and try to angle it inside of me. Then he slips the stiffness inside me. Perfection. I ease on back to sleep as I listen to the rain drop.
It is still dark outside. I want to linger in bed. The rain is pouring down. We kiss and touch and play. We decide that we are taking the day off from exercise. It can be our lazy day. And I don't mind. Cuddling, listening to the rain. It's great. But certain thnigs have to happen in the morning and each of us retreat across the hall to do it. My turn and somebody is on the toiet, so I end up sprinting past the outdoor jacuzzi, buck ass naked to the bathrooon in the breezeway. I come back with my head wet and Anders laughs at me. I must look like a fool. I laugh at myself. A few days ago, I was worried about going naked. Now I am running around in my birthday suit as if it's nothing to hurry back to the man that fucks me to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. But, I'm chilly. The tenp is in the upper 50's. We cuddle a bit and I warm up. But then we decide we are hungry.
We go across the hall to shower even though I don't have any toiletries. There are dispensers with body wash and shampoos on the wall and I borrow one of his towels. The shower is semi open but, surprisingly, I don't care. I am so into being with Anders that I would be happy to be naked with him at the White House. LIke teenagers we can't keep our hands off each other. We are pressed up together, washing each other, touching, as the warm water flows over us. It is very sensual. We both are hard.
A guy comes in to shower. There are 3 shower heads but it is packed if he does. I guess that's the point as Island House promotes togetherness though. He looks at sees our state.
"I can come back" he says
"No" I say. "It's fine. We'll behave"
"Don't behave on my account. You two hotties go for it"
I wash Anders back and then he does mine, a little in the front too. He makes extra sure that my cock and balls are clean as clean can be. I am next to the guy. He is middle aged, hairy, a bit of gut but not bad looking and he has a good piece between his legs that he can't help but touch and stroke and make hard Plus, he has me standing, looking toward his, with a hard on pointing toward him. But then we are reasonably finished. I smile at him
"When you get tired of fucking him" he says, giving my dick a quick tug "I'm at the end of the hall, muscle man"
I smile. He's all ready offered once before. I wish him well. I have what I need right with me. Anders dresses and I wrap up. We sprint to the covered walk way and I have to go up to my room. When we get in, Anders notes the bathroom.
"You have a bathroom" he says, plopping on my bed. "This is headquarters from now on"
"Okay but they say it's tight for two"
"You're tight for one, baby"
"Okay" I laugh
Anders is in a paor of shorts and a T but I opt for sweat pants because it is chilly all ready. He laughs at me and says that I am going to love Boston in January. I hope I am going to love being with him but I'm sure I won't love the weather. Surprisingly, the cafe isn't packed like I thought it would be with the rain pouring down and nothing to do. We go to the bar and cute Eli is the bartender. I guess work requires hin to pull his hair back bat I think he would look great as a long haired, slender, slightly effeminate twink. He is very cute and sexy. After debate, we decide to share French toast and a side of bacon, and each of us with coffee and mimosas, Then, as he is clearing the plates, Eli asks if we are partners.
"No," I say "We met each other here"
"You seem perfect for each other" he says. "You want another mimosa? Naybe a cranberry?""
"Sure, why not"
Well, substituting crabberry for OJ is a very good drink. And so is mango. And then he makes us one with apple cidar and it is very festive. We talk with him about bar tending and I mention a Boulvardier, with is bascally us a bourbon negroni. We talk about his life. His boyfriend is a conch so they are staying here even though Eli would rather move to Miami or Ft Lauderdale. The boyfriend is working a on Coast Gaurad commercial license - a "six pack" = to take passengers to the reef. As cute as ELi is, I can only assume he is paired up with a cutie.
We watch porn for a while and then leisurely make love until the rain stops and the sun comes out. We go a long walk and get a Cuban sandwich for lunh. Afterwards he gets a massage, all ready booked, and I cheat. going to the gymn to work out. Then a little more lovemaking - something I don't think I will ever get used to - and it is time for supper. This is the Christmas dinner. I had almost forgotten that it waas greatest holy day (save Easter, I guess) for the Christian world. To me, it is the second day with a sexy man who is totaly into me as much as I am into him.
THen i s supper time and we both hae reservation s for the Christmas dinner. The meal is salad, spiral cut ham, Brussel sprouts mashed cauliflower and bread pudding for desert. Eli is our server. He are stting at a two top right up against the deep endof the pool, tight at the narrowest pathway past the bar. I kid him about working overtime.
"it's worth it" he says
"Oh, I got it. Been there" I answer
"You see the 8 top over there" he says, nodding his head to the large table by the metal circular stairs that lead to the sundeck. Jacob is stitting here along with an Asian kid, a seriousjunk with a beard and a cute kid with curly balck hair. The other guys are all older. "The guy with curly hair is my boyfriend Thomas"
"He's a honey" I say. Anders turns around to see. And he agrees"
"Yeah, I'm pretty happy." I ask if they have plans for later and he says that they are just going to hang around. " naybe we will see you aaround. Enjoy our meal"
After he leaves, Anders asks if we are enjoying our meal.
"I like Brussels sprouts, really. It's just that I only like them about every three months. And let's face it, mashed cauliflower can't compete with mashed potatoes" I say
"But mashed cauliflower is healthier, right?. Medical people are forever going on about healthier choices"
"I'm not sure by the time that you add milk and cream and butter that it makes that much difference. But the ham was okay. DSefinitely not healthy there though."
"I'm surprised that they didn't add lots and lots of pineapple on it though" Anders says, smiling.
"Why?"
"To make your cum taste better"
"Oh" I say. I don't know how his tastes since he has always blasted in my ass. But I have nutted in his mouth. "What does mine taste like?"
"Salty. A little bitter" he says "But I like it"
"I guess I'll eat more pineapple"
The bread pudding was good. Satisifed enough, we sign our checks and take our drinks. We head up the metal stairccase to the sundeck, conveniently getting a good look at Eli's beau. He's young, barely in his 20's I think, and very much a twink. Taking our drinks with us, we stand on the now empty sun deck and and look at the clear skies, the darkness of the night. We are searching for the Star of Bethlehem. We hold each other and sway, looking at the stars, dancing a little bit in the old fashioned way, holding each other and moving together, our bodies intertwined and rubbing. Anders suggests we get another drink ahd check out the indoor jacuzzi. I agree and we go back down and it looks like dinner is ptering out, even if the big 8 top is still talking and laughhing. Anders gets a Mojito and I think about my choice.
"Eli, can you make me a Boulevardier?"
"Sure, John. Anythingetg to please" he says, smiling. "Anything"
And what he makes is perfect a subtle combination of slightly bitter Campari and sweet Vermouth with the strong body of the whiskey
We kind of take a leisurely route to get there but we do via the back stairs, forgoing a trip to the Red Room. Fortunately, it's empty. We've shed our clothes in my room before heading down, towels midriff, and I once again get to see Ander's body in it's prime - lean, marbled and gorgeous - with his manhood there, my dream, and we kiss and hold each other, men who love men. TUrning on the jets, we get in the water, warm and refreshing . I don't know the capacity of it but if you have more than 6 or 7 guys, somebody is seitting on somebody's lap. Not that that would be a problem. We are sitting together wedged on a corner, talking with each other, touching rach other, stroking each other.
Then, the glass door opened and Jacob, Eli and Thomas come filing in, towels around their waists.
"We've been looking for you" Jacob says.
"Come on in" Anders says.
I split away and move over to the other corner to make room. It's the short side of the rectangle. I admire the boys in a way that only a gay man can. Jsacob is not well hung at all. But he has a hot body and hungry ass so it's good. Eli is skinny. There is no other way to put it. Skinny. But he has a hairy chest and a nice bush and hairy legs and he is gifted with a long, thick piece of meat. A truly impressive thing. Up close Thomas looks young, like he barely has to shave. But very cute. Where it counts, he is mansized. Both he and Jacob save their pubes but Eli doesn't. Jacob goes to the other side of Anders, Thomas between me and Anders and Eli to my tight.
They seem to have a plan.
Under the bubbling water, ELis feels me up. My prick is stiff all ready from Anders touch. Thomas has his hand on my thigh under the water but I reach down and guide him over. Eli moves down to play with my balls. Anders and jacob are all ready kissing. I'm not jealous or possessive. I was when he had the object of my desire and I didn't but now that I have Anders, I just think he is an incredibly handsome and sexy man. He is a very sexual creature. He is behaving like men behave. Like predators, pushing boundaries, pushing the envelpes, taking advantage of opportunities.
And this is exciting.
I turn and kiss Eli as Anders turns to kiss Thomas. Our mouths together. Tongues, lips, spit. Passion. Urgency. Horniness. I feel him and he is all ready hard. I stroke his steel hardness as we we kiss and he rubs my naked, hairy torso. I feel Thomas shifting back toward me. I turn toward him and our mouths meet. Again, passion and fire. Burning lust. He has a lean, tight, underdeveloped body. But there is nothing wrong with the stiff hard dick I have a hold of. It is swollen and turgid. He is brathing hard, the burning fire of yong lust. I am horny as hell, too.
I don't know how I came to be in this position but I am excited to be here.
Thomas leans tworad me and whispers. "Are you going to fuck me muscle daddy?"
"If that's what you want" I say
"It is. Let's go upstairs" Eli says
That's when it occurs to me that Eli is staff here. He's an employee. This is his job. I can't imagine having sex at work myself but, then again, my work isn't about making it easy for gay men to get together. I guess there must not be a rule about staff and guests hooking up. Here we are, five adult males in a state of obvious sexual arousal, drying off to head up to have an orgy on the day of our Dear Saviors Birth. We are handsy, playing grab ass as we ascend the back stairs to the Red Room.
We burst into the video room loud like a bunch of high schoolers. There is a guy sitting on the cross bench at the top tier, looking like Zeus. He is completely naked, muscular, tattoed, older, with a very impressive piece of meat. It's 9 inches long, 10? Thick. As much as I like Anders fucking me, there is no way that is going in my ass. The boys greet him by name so he must be a local.
But we are all over each other like hyenas. Like rabid abimals. We are naked in a group, kissing, touching, groping. I push Thomas down on the bench. I get between his legs and I take his hard dick and angle it down. I swallow him down. All the way. To his shaved pubes. I work it with my mouth, my lips, my tongue. He moans. I stroke his hardness and I suck on the top of the dick. Down the shaft of manhood pride, stroking it, the sensitive head, his full, young balls. He is a sensual young boy who takes pleasure like he gives it: greedily.
"Oh fuck" he moans.
Jacob wants to suck me. I stand up and feed him my cock. He takes it without a gag. Mid twenties and a seasoned, experienced cock sucker. And it feels good too. Anders has jumped on Thomas's cock and is working it. I motion for Eli is stand beside me. Jacob is between my legs but I can lean over worship Eli's cock. He is a sweet personable boy and a fine example of young manhood that I am genuinely happy to blow him.
Somehow during the sucking, a middle aged guy came in and is now between Zeus's legs, choking on his cock. The sexual heat is rising. Then a Cuban boy comes in, dressed in tight chinos that highlight his stiffened cock. He is young too. Broad shouldered and narrow waisted. He is sex on wheels. He looks around and undoes his fly and pulls out his uncut Caribbean cock and starts to jack it.
Man, this place is getting hot.
I find myself kissing Anders, our dicks pressed together, him jacking us both. Eli has pulled the Cuban boy into our circle, now with an even number, an important math fact in sex. Four of our six are hot boys under 30. Big Dick Overlord is getting his prime piece gagged on too. It is an explosiion of pure out lust. The young guys are undressing the Cuban boy, who can't get tehre quickly enough. He has a sweet, lean, smooth body, with a sleeve tattoo on his right arm and a rainbow triange on his Apollo's belt area Jacob, Eli, and Thomas are all over him but then short Jacob comes back over to the older dudes. I think his ass is hungry.
"Fuck me" he says to me.
"Get over there" I say
As Jacob drapes his fine young body over the fuck bench, I think for a moment that we aren't doing anything for lack of lube. I'll have to run to my room and get some but Eli has us taken care of. He has a small bag and he gets some out. But after greasing myself up and some on my hand, I start finger fucking Jacob and realize that he is pre-lubed.
"You want me to rim you or fuck you?"
"Fuck me" he pants
I give him what he wants. In it goes. And, damn, a hot ass feels fine. All the way in, wiggle and pull it out. But this boy is a true bottom. He likes it fast and hard. So, I pound him, I rail on it. I fuck him hard. He grunts with each stroke but I think he is loving it.
"Fuck me with that big dick" he says. He has the voice of an angel.
I want him. I want to rail on him, If I could, I would want him to cum for me. I want to fuck the cum out of him I now know who powerful that orgasm can be. It's a feeling a straight man can never know. I pound on hum. Pound, pound, pound. Thomas is drapped over on the otehr side, facing us, ass up for doggy style. Anders is behind him and he pushes his dick in the boy's ass. I want that kid too. And Elis and the Cuban, if available. In the depths of lust, you want it all. Anders looks at me and smiles.
Men being men.
And men are pigs.
But, God, I love bacon.
Ander and I nod. Time to switch. He goes for Jacob and I go for sweet young Thomas. As we do, I see that the Cuban boy getting it doggy from Eli's fat, long cock - a real piece of manhood - on the bench. Eli's fair skin and the Cuban's olive, both lean, both sexy, both young, both hungry. I go for young Thomas. I push it in his waiting ass. HE's tighter than Jacob and I go slower. He is jacking himself as I fuck him.
"You want this?" I say to him, bent over his back
"Yeah"
"You need this?"
"I fucking need this, bro" he says. "Fuck me harder, daddy"
So I do.
Goddamnn
Man sex is the best.
Everything about men turns me on.
I fuck his sweet ass and I hold his lean undefined body. I feel his passion. He jacks hiself as he gets fucked. Anders fucks Jacob but then he touches Eli's shoulder. They switch. Eli flacid was impressive. Hard? Man. It's not much bigger. A little bigger but that fat long thing sticks straight up when he is aroused. It's a privilege to see it. Jacob, a true hungry, cumdump bottom, is loving that fat piece in him. I can see on his face. The Cuban boy is furiously jacking himself as Anders fucks him.
I like seeing Anders fuck.
Now i am pounding ELi's boy in the ass as his lover watches. It feels dirty. Dirty in the best way possible. I am hot and hormy I am getting close.
"John" Anders say
And I iknow. Take the Cuban. Make the rounds.
As soon as I push ny throbbing dick into his tight young hole, I can see the Cuban boy is close. As soon as my dick is in him, he starts bucking back on it. He wants it deeper and faster. I fuck. I fuck him, I I fuck him the way he wants to be fucked. I fuck him the way he needs to be fucked. Since I've taken it and felt it, I know the hunger, the need, the desire a bottom has to be fucked to completion.
"Uhhhhhh" he groans as he unloads.
I am close. But not quite there. The skin of his ass sheathing my cock, I fuck him still. I pound it in and he moans and whimpers as I do. THen, there it is. Oh, God.. There it is. Oh God. OH GOD!
I dump a fat load in him.
It is sweet on Christmas. A nice present. The Tattoo man is gone and his cocksucker too. It's just the 6 of us. All spent and done, we kiss and touch each other in post orgasmic warmth. As we proceed down the hall, I want for Anders.
"Come on, let's go to bed" I say
He smiles and we head for my room.