*** !!WARNING!! *** Gay fiction about to begin!
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Now that you've been properly warned. . . The story continues
The lips pressing against his were warm. He felt himself reacting on several levels. Physically, his body's desire for the man began to awaken. Emotionally, he felt the need for his man's love as keenly as though he had fasted for a day. He felt that emotional need mixed with a longing to prove he was worthy of the love offered him. He felt his own love swelling like a balloon in his chest for his man.
His lover gently pulled away. Sitting up, the man picked up the bed tray and stood up.
"Would you like something else?" his lover asked quietly.
He shook his head, "Just you."
The endearing smile on his lover's face filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction. It was a warm, fuzzy sensation that filled him from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. It really felt wonderful.
"I'll be right back. Why don't you roll over on your stomach?" His lover said gently. "I'll give you a back rub."
He smiled, "I'll be here."
He watched his lover leave the room carrying the bed tray of empty dishes. The man was wearing a pair of dark burgundy pajamas. The sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window made the silk material shine. His lover turned the corner and dropped out of sight so he rolled over on to his stomach as he was asked. He put his hands under the pillow and fluffed it before laying the left side of his head down on it. His face sank into the down stuffed pillow.
As he lay there waiting for his lover to return he could not help but feel the pangs of unworthiness again, but a new feeling overshadowed those pangs. He felt extremely fortunate to be loved by the man. He smiled and enjoyed his good fortune.
A few minutes later his lover entered the room and came over to sit on the side of the bed. He felt strong hands grip his shoulders at the base of his neck. Strong fingers began to knead his shoulder muscles.
God it felt good. He groaned unable to help it.
"You just woke up and your muscles are so tight."
He couldn't see his lover's face but from the tone of voice it sounded like the man wore a frown.
"What did you have to do last night?" His lover's voice was a mixture of concern and curiosity.
"Same old thing. You know?" He said trying to sound like it was nothing.
He felt warm breath in his right ear and a stern whisper, "No, I don't."
He felt a pang of fear and surprise. Surprised because his lover had never asked that question before. Afraid because he really didn't want to tell the man what happened-it would only upset him. It had been rougher than usual, but not more than he could take.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said firmly.
He felt his lover's face against his right cheek. "Don't make me tickle it out of you."
"You wouldn't." He said flatly.
He hated to be tickled and the man knew it.
He felt the man's arms shift toward his sides.
"Okay, okay," He surrendered. "I'll tell you."
The man's hands lightly touched his sides and rested there.
"Go on." His lover's voice encouraged.
He hesitated for a moment and the hands on his sides moved lightly over his ribs. He shook as it sent shivers up through his ribs and up his spine.
"Stop it." He protested. "I'll tell you."
The hands stopped but rested on his sides. He realized that the love of his life was serious about wanting to know what happened. He knew that there was no putting the man off when he got this way. He sighed, "I had to take care of a couple of rednecks."
"And?" Urged his lover.
He searched for a way to put it as gently as possible. He remembered something he had heard in an old western movie.
"Let's just say if I was a horse I was rode hard and put away wet." He explained.
"Let's hear the rest of it." The man's voice was firm.
"Why?" He demanded. "Why do you want to know now?"
He felt warm lips kissing his ear, and then warm breath gently blowing against his face.
"I don't know, baby." Said his lover's voice. "It just feels like I should-like it's bothering you."
Damn, his lover picked the worst things to be intuitive about.
"It doesn't bother me, really." He said, which was pretty much the truth.
"Then what is it?" The man asked, gently prodding.
"I'm not sure." He frowned, that was true as well. He was not sure why last night was nagging at him.
"How was it different from before?" His lover asked.
He picked up what sounded like worry in the man's voice. He sighed-maybe he did need to talk about this.
"For one thing, they were rougher than the others." He said.
Why was he having so much trouble talking about this? He could talk to the other guys on the street, but it bothered him to talk about it with the man he loved.
"How," asked the man moving his hands back to the tight shoulders.
Apparently his lover was satisfied that he was going to go on with the story because fingers began to knead his shoulders again. His lover's grip was uncomfortably strong but it felt so good when the fingers relaxed just before squeezing his back muscles again.
He shook his head, "You know-like extreme. They both wanted off and right now. They damn near ripped their clothes off."
"Did they use protection?" His lover definitely sounded concerned.
He nodded. "I didn't give them a choice."
The statement calmed his lover and the man urged him, "Go on. What else?"
He shrugged, "I guess most of my clients like a little foreplay, or they want to look me over before the heavy stuff starts; but not these two. One put on a rubber while the other one told me to blow him. I barely had my lips around it when the other cowboy slammed it in me."
"Both at once?" gasped his lover.
He nodded.
"They didn't hurt you?" there was a mixture of worry and anger in the man's voice.
He shook his head; "No, neither one of them was that big."
He could hear his lover's sigh of relief, "That's good."
"Are you all right with this?" He asked worried how his lover was taking all this.
"I'm okay." His lover's voice sounded edgy. "I'm just upset they were so rough."
He felt both bad and good at the same time. He felt shame that he had upset his lover, but he felt good that the man would be so upset about a client mistreating him.
"Do you want me to stop." He asked giving the man an out.
"No." the voice sounded slightly tense. "What else?"
"That's about it." He confessed. "They switched places a couple of times after they got off. One of them felt the urge to warm my butt."
"Shit!" Swore his lover. "Are you sure they didn't hurt you?"
"I'm fine." He said sternly. "Nothing torn up."
"Okay," sighed his lover even though he did not sound convinced. "As long as you're sure."
He chuckled, "I'm sure."
For several minutes nothing more was said. He lay there while his lover's fingers kneaded his shoulders. Then, after a few moments, the fingers began slowly moving down his back working their magic.
"You ever thought of doing this professionally?" He asked. "You do this so well."
His lover chuckled, "I pay attention while it's being done to me."
Finally, the magic fingers pulled the blanket off and worked on the young prostitute's buttocks. He winced as strong fingers kneaded where the cowboy had spanked him.
"Tender?" His lover hadn't missed it.
"A little." He confessed.
The fingers kneaded his butt for a few more moments before his lover asked, "So what bothers you about last night?"
"I don't know." He said. "I guess they got me worked up and then they didn't do anything about it."
"Do you get off with your other clients?" asked his lover calmly.
"Come to think of it, no." He was surprised at that. "The others aren't usually so intense."
"I take it you liked the intensity." His lover replied.
"Yeah," he said feeling as though there should be a light bulb lighting up over his head. "I do. I never realized that before."
"Hmm, if I weren't hungry we'd have to do something about that." Said his lover.
"You're hungry?" He asked surprised. "I thought you ate already."
"Guess it wasn't what I wanted," replied his lover.
"Well, what do you want?" He asked.
He suddenly found himself flipped over on his back like he was a pancake. He looked up and saw his lover's face inches from his own. There was a wild look in his eyes and an evil smile on his face.
His lover kissed him hard grinding against him. A tongue forced itself in to his mouth. He felt his body responding just as urgently and he kissed back just as hard throwing his arms around his lover's neck. For several moments they were locked in a tongue- wrestling match-each trying to pin the other's tongue. Finally, his lover pulled away and they gasped for air.
"Ian, what the hell are you doing?" He gasped feeling surprise and intense desire.
Grinning with an evil mirth, his raven-haired lover panted, "You wanted extreme-I'm giving it too you."