PAUL'S CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY PART #3 ________________________________________________________________________
WARNING -- THIS IS A GAY FANTASY ABOUT YOUNG GAY MEN AND SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN THEM. NO RELATIONSHIP IS INTENDED TO ANY PERSON LIVING OR DEAD AND IF YOU DO NOT APPROVED OR THIS MATERIAL OR ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE, PLEASE LEAVE. ________________________________________________________________________
UPDATE: In the course of the evening, Paul had met and liked a bartender named Reid, he liked him very much and after a couple of beers he learned he was gay and interested in him as well. Reid had made that more then clear and Paul responded in kind. A young, good looking kid had sat beside him and at first Paul was irritated at what he thought were unwanted advances. This young man, named Jerry, straightened Paul out on that and it embarrassed Paul to be told so. He and Jerry talked about the customs of gay's in Boston and this bar in particular and as they talked he started to like Jerry. He learned that Jerry and Reid had been lovers but now were only close friends. They were talking when Reid reminded Jerry it was getting late since the bar closed at midnight and the weather had not improved. Jerry agreed and as he was getting ready to leave he extended his hand and when Paul took it he felt a card being pressed into his palm. When Paul glanced at it, he discovered Jerry's name, address and telephone number with a short "if it does not work out, call me if you would like". Paul stuffed the card into his pocket and waited for Reid to finish closing.
When finished and the money from the evening had been placed into a wall safe, Paul met Reid's night guard, a jet black Doberman and it gave him quite a start when the dog charged but stopped by Reid's command "Sean, sit, stay" and very much to Paul's relief. After introductions, Reid commanded Sean to "watch" and they moved through a door that led upstairs with Paul's cock hardening at the sight of Reid's tight buns moving in front of his face as he walked up the steps. _______________________________________________________________________
Paul and Reid reached the top landing and he saw him push a button on the wall before stepping through an open archway. Paul heard the lower door close and then deadbolts snapping into place. Turning to Paul, he said "can't be to careful now a day's" and moved on into a room that was totally dark. Paul followed Reid and he heard him say "wait just a second" and then a soft glow started to fill the room or maybe rooms. Paul looked around and he saw that he was standing in a very large loft with soft indirect lighting. Looking to his left, he saw a wall that was probably 12 or 15 feet from floor to ceiling and it was covered in heavy damask drape material that covered the full length of maybe 20 or 25'.
The material was of a light silver sheen and reflected the lighting from the hidden lights, it was something Paul had never seen before. Stepping on into the room, he glanced to his left and saw a burnished stainless steel kitchen, completely equipped. A dining counter extended for several feet with stools on one side that were high backed and the same material that the wall was covered in. Moving forward a few more steps he saw a railing that divided the other area from the kitchen with three steps leading down from the break in the railing. As he stood at the opening in the railing, he glanced to his right and saw a wall about 9' tall that extended from the level he was standing on to the front of the building, it looked as if it was again burnished stainless steel. Looking to his left, Paul saw that the walls were again covered in a heavy damask material but it looked like it was a deep burgundy. The wall covering extended again from the level he was on and ran for about 60' to meet what he assumed was a front wall. In the glow of the lighting he could see what looked like cream colored leather sofas running the length of the wall to his left, broken by low square black topped tables. On the tables were tall table lights topped by broad round pleated shades that were black or looked like they were black. The floor seemed to be covered in a black carpet. He noticed that there were chairs of the same cream colored leather at the break in the floor and they had large ottomans in front of them. Small tables had been placed beside them but no lights just silver and glass coasters in short stacks of maybe 3 or 4. As Paul stood there, he thought "whoa now, what have I gotten myself into here".
As he was standing there he realized that Reid had disappeared somewhere into what he was looking at or maybe gaping would be a better word. As he glanced around looking for him, he noticed several lighted paintings hanging on the walls and then he heard a soft whirring sound and watched the wall starting to withdraw and fold into itself and disappeared into the wall at the break in the floor. Behind that wall he was looking at a large bed sitting on a three tiered dais with the same sized and colored tables on each side at what would be the head. The walls were covered in alternating burgundy and silver panels from ceiling to floor and completely covering the walls from the break and meeting the wall coverings at what he guessed was the front. Over the bed was hung a full length lighted magnificent nude portrait of Reid. Paul was awed by the beauty of that portrait and again realized he had not seen him in what seemed to be hours.
His head snapped to the front when he heard another whirring coming from somewhere and watched as the drapes that covered the wall started to draw back exposing a wall of glass the full width and height looking out into the heart of Boston with snow falling gently onto the streets. Paul was starting to wonder what else was going to happen when he felt strong arms wrap around his waist from the rear and in his ear he heard very softly "do you like it?"
Twisting around in those strong arms he looked into those blue eyes of Reid and he was struck dumb. Again Reid asked "do you like it Paul, do you like my home?" Paul managed to croak "my God Reid, it is beautiful, no not beautiful but magnificent and that portrait, my lord, I have never seen anything like that of someone."
Leaning back a little but still holding Paul's waist, he looked at him and said "not many have Paul, not many have" as he pulled Paul closer and placed his lips on his, his tongue probing for entry. He felt Paul's lips responding and suddenly they were gripped in a strong urgent kiss, their tongues probing and searching the inside of each other's mouths. Paul pressed himself tight against Reid and holding his head with one hand and the other stroking his strong, tight buns, Paul could feel the heat radiating from Reid and his cock stretching up inside his now very tight jeans. My God he was horny and wanted this man bad.
Slowly withdrawing from their kiss, they started to nibble on each others ear lobes and kissing their neck. He heard Reid speak softly in his ear asking him if he didn't think he might like to get comfortable and he would fix them that drink he had promised downstairs. Paul released Reid at the same time he was being released from those steel strong arms. Looking at Reid as he stepped back, he realized for the first time that Reid had changed into a pair of dark blue silken shorts. He mumbled "my God Reid, your are gorgeous and I could eat every inch of you top to bottom, front to back." Reid said "well we will have to see what we can do about that but first lets get you changed".
Paul told Reid he only had what he was wearing and had forgotten where his jacket was. Reid leaned forward and giving him a peck on the lips he said "the jacket is hung in the closet and if you go through that door to the right of the bed, I think you might like what you see. Your waist looks like about a 30 right?" Paul responded "on the button, you the same?" Reid said "no, 29 but don't hold that against me, please, now go" as he turned to the kitchen and walked over to a very well stocked hidden bar that opened with the push of another hidden button.
Paul walked to the door but he couldn't find a knob to open it just a square piece of metal where a knob normally is. He called over to Reid, "how do you open it, there is no door knob." Reid chuckled and called back, "just press the metal plate silly." Paul pressed the plate and stepped aside as the door swung silently open and stopped about half way open, Paul could see a golden glow coming from inside and he stepped in.
Once inside he discovered he was in a dressing room and at the end he could see a large bathroom. The walls were covered in cedar top to bottom and the floor was covered in a very soft white carpet. At the entrance you stepped on a black piece of carpet maybe 4' square and off to the side was a chair with a pair of Nikes sitting alongside. He sat down and removed his winter boots. Looking up, he saw one wall covered by clothes hanging on long rods and on another wall shirts of various styles, all pretty much more then he could afford. There was a waist high three door chest extending along the wall and on its top he saw a pair of white silken shorts he guessed Reid meant for him to wear. Quickly stripping his clothes and hanging them on one of the several wooden pegs in the wall, he stretched his arms over his head, "God it feels good to get those clothes off". Running his hands down his smooth frame, he reached his half hard cock hanging down from his very thick bush of dark brown hair and he fondled it and his low hanging balls and it started to thicken almost on touch. Paul stopped that and reached for the shorts slipping them on and his cock resisted being covered again and he had to stuff it inside the shorts. The feel of the cloth on his naked flesh was very erotic and he ran his hands over his buns feeling how tight and solid they were.
Turning to go out, he almost ran over Reid standing in the door, he had not heard him come in. Reid had two tall stemmed glasses one in each hand and a smile on his face, his eyes gleaming. Paul stopped and Reid said "very nice, white suits you and I am glad to see they fit you so well. They don't hide very much." He could see the outline of Paul's half hard cock hanging there. Holding the drinks he ran his eyes over Paul's frame revealing what he had suspected, a solid well muscled body and he felt his cock starting to lengthen and Paul could not help but notice as he intended he should. Reid extended the drink saying "I hope you like whiskey sours, one of my favorites" as he turned and walked back into the other area of the loft.
Reid walked over and sat in one of the chairs motioning Paul to another that sat at an angle to his. Reid sat down and extended his legs crossing them at the ankle, he knew his cock would lay along side of his thigh and be noticeable. Paul sat down but he only extended his right leg in front of him but he could feel his cock laying along the inside of his right thigh.
Taking a sip of the drinks, Reid asked Paul where he was from and how long he had been in the Navy and when he had gotten to Boston. Looking at him he said "whoa Reid, all at once of just a little of each.". He said "sorry Paul, start with the first and then each one in order".
It was then that Paul noticed that the warm glow that had flooded the room on entry had been turned down and the table lamps were shedding a soft almost light blue light into the sitting area. Looking around he said "first, I am from Baxter, Iowa a very small town and nothing like this there" as he took another sip of the very good drink Reid had prepared. Reid just looked at him and he continued "graduated high school and was accepted at the University of Virginia on an athletic scholarship in swimming and diving but he still had to work while in school." Reid was looking at him and running his eyes up and down Paul's what was now to him a very beautiful, lean but nicely muscled body, he said "I can see that in your body and I bet you were a good swimmer." He responded "yeah, not bad at swimming but not in the diving, his shoulders were just a little to broad for a clean no splash entry". From the freestyle, backstroke, butterfly and others, his shoulders had gained too much muscle and that effected his diving.
Reid had noticed that and he comments "yeah, I can see that but they do look good with the rest of your body." Looking at him Paul made an observation of his own, "I guess but I don't compare with you, I have never seen anyone outside of a body builder that looks as good as you do and you look better then them" all in one rush of words taking another sip of his drink a big sip. Noticing this Reid stood up and asked Paul he if wanted another and stepped over to take his glass, his cock swinging inside his dark blue shorts. Paul handed him the glass after downing the remainder of it, not taking his eyes off of that huge shaft he could see growing larger.
Taking the glass, he turned knowing he had had an effect on Paul and the cloth in his shorts would accent his buns as he walked away. Thinking as he walked, Reid admitted that Paul was having one hell of an effect on him, one that he had not felt in a long time, not since Jerry.
Filling the glasses from the pitcher he had placed in the refrigerator he walked back to Paul his now somewhat softer cock swing very noticeably within his shorts. Reid could see that Paul never took his eyes off of him and his shorts were having a poor time of hiding his erection. Handing him the drink he turned and again asked about the Navy. Paul told him he had been in for almost 3 years and this was his last duty assignment before he was discharged and that he had only just arrived in Boston.
Reid asked him how he had found his bar and Paul responded that he had just stumbled on it and it was cold and he wanted to get warm and a couple of beers.
Reid asked him if he knew it was a gay bar and Paul told him "no" but he figured it out pretty quickly when he sat down at the bar. Reid just said "oh, how so". He answered "he noticed only men and most of them sitting in the shadows in the booths." He heard Reid say "yeah, that is a pretty good giveaway isn't it?" Paul said "yeah, pretty much but he was not sure even after you spoke to me." Continuing on "he was really sure when that old dude sat alongside and wanted to buy him a beer, old guys only offer to buy beers when they want to get in your pants." Reid threw his head back and laughed "well that is putting it pretty bluntly but never the less true. But I don't chase them out, hell they have needs as well as everyone else." Stopping for a moment, Reid said " I noticed you discourage him and then when you waved the other guy off, I knew you were gay." Paul just looked at him and Reid continued "when I hitched my leg up on the sink and you saw my cock hanging in my jeans and then you adjusted yours, that told me I had to get to know you better."
Paul sat for a moment and then commented "I hope you are not disappointed, I sure am not". Reid sat his drink on the table and thought to himself "enough talking" as he stepped over in front of Paul and dropped to his knees laying his head in his lap feeling Paul's cock surge to full hardness. Sitting his drink down before he dropped it, he leaned over and ran his hands up and down Reid's sides, his stomach pressing his head even tighter into his crotch as he felt the hot breath Reid was blowing on his throbbing, aching cock and his hands running up and down the outside of his thighs as he did.
After a moment of this, Paul reached down and putting his hands under his shoulders feeling the silken hair in his arm pits, he pulled Reid up until he was laying on top of him his hard cock pressing against his. His biceps bulged from the weight but the silken shorts helped him slide his body up over his and he felt that huge cock pressing against him as he thought "my lord, just how big is it, he had him beat he could tell."
Reid enjoyed this and it was what he had been hoping Paul would do, he loved someone that would handle him gently and make love. He would not be dominated but he just loved a strong man that would appreciate him and love him. Reid pressed his body weight down on Paul and ground his cock against Paul's and he could feel how steely hard his cock was. Paul lifted Reid's head and looking at him he could see a smoldering desire deep in his eyes and he kissed him gently and deeply with waves of desire washing over his body, his balls drawing up tightly but not yet ready to cum, just enjoying the feel of another set laying against his.
They laid like that for several minutes making love to each other a fine sheen of sweat starting of cover their bodies. Paul was aching with passion and lust when he felt Reid move and stand up taking his hand as he did. Pulling Paul up he said in a very husky voice, "Paul lets go to the bed", Paul followed Reid his very hard cock throbbing and aching as he did...
TO BE CONTINUED.
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