Chris started work at four, and the evening had been busy. Even after the diner rush had died off a steady stream of customers came into the deli until ten. The next hour dragged. By ten fifteen he'd cleaned, refilled, and covered everything in anticipation of closing. Chris watched the clock and waited. About ten of he locked the back door and picked up his coat. When he returned to the register a tall man in the full length leather coat stood at the counter. Chris was taken by surprise. He couldn't understand why he hadn't heard the electronic bell of the shop door.
"Good evening," the stranger said.
"Can I help you."
"Just cigarettes," the man replied, "Navy Cuts."
"None in the rack, give me a moment and I'll open a fresh carton."
"This guy's hot lookin'," Chris thought as he retrieved the smokes.
"I'm afraid all I have is a fifty," the man said ruffling through his billfold.
"No problem."
He opened the deposit bag and made change for the fifty before ringing up the sale.
"Looks like snow," Chris said trying to make conversation.
"Yes, good night for a fire and some company," the man smiled, "you're working rather late."
"I always work evenings," Chris said, "but I'm closing up soon."
"My activities are nocturnal as well," the man chuckled.
"Well, during the day I model."
"I can seen why," the man said looking him over, "why the night job?"
"The modeling's not as steady as it might be," Chris said, "and I've got the rent and the utilities."
"No roommates, no family?"
"Not any more," Chris laughed.
"I wouldn't think you'd have any problems," the man said, "you're very good looking."
"Thanks," Chris said feeling his crotch stir, "but that's not always enough."
"Really?"
"Oh sure, I lost a job just this week," Chris began. "I was up for an underwear ad in a local department store circular. I lost it because,...well because,...because I had too much."
"Too much," the man wondered.
"Yeah, you know, too much," Chris said cupping his buldge.
"Oh," the man grinned, "a mixed blessing."
"They don't want a packed basket hanging out all over the Sunday supliment," Chris laughed.
"Might increase circulation," the man said joining his mirth.
"Ya think so," Chris said striking a pose.
"I'd buy a copy," the man said becoming quite serious.
"Chris," he said extending a hand.
"Darion ," came the reply and firm response.
"I've got to lock up.
"Then I'll see you," Darion said turning to leave.
"Maybe we can get a drink?" Chris offered.
"I have something to attend to at home," Darion explained.
"Oh, some other time then," Chris said sounding let down.
"I live nearby, if you're not in a hurry we could go from there? Or I could meet you?"
Chris took a moment to think it over. He didn't like to go home with someone new, but he didn't want this one to get away. As he mulled it over as he finished the few things that closing the store entailed. When he returned to the register the man was gone.
"Damn it," he cursed, "you've got to learn to go with your instincts."
It was snowing as Chris turned the key in the door and set the alarm. The street and sidewalk were already covered in a thin coat of white. Chris turned and nearly screamed coming face to face with Darion.
"You nearly scared the shit out of me," Chris gasped.
"That would never do," Darion chuckled, "I just went to warm up the car. What have you decided?"
"I guess I'll come with you, as long as it won't take long," Chris added.
Shouldn't take much of your time," Darion promised, "And I think you'll find the hospitality of my house to your liking."
"This is your car?" Chris wondered as they walked toward the dark sedan.
"Yes. Do you like it?"
"Who wouldn't like a vintage jag?" Chris said running his hand along the dash.
Darion released the parking break and engaged the clutch as Chris looked out the window. Something wasn't quite right about the sidewalk, but he couldn't put a finger on it. There only one set of footprints from the store front to the curb. Chris was impressed. The house Darion lived in was sumptuous. Presently he was in the study. Darion had gone off to take care of his business; after ordering food and drink from Charles. Chris looked the place over, and it reeked of money. The books lining the shelves, the furniture, the art work all bespoke taste, sophistication, and piles of money.
"I took the liberty of making tea," Charle said placing the tray on the teak table behind the couch, "Would you prefer a cocktalk?"
"No tea is fine."
"Shall I pour?"
"Yes, please."
"Cream and sugar? Charles asked.
"Yeah," Chris said absentmindedly as he looked over some hand written papers in a leather folder on the desk.
"A first folio of Thomas Mann," Charles said bringing the cup to him.
"Charles what does Darion do?"
"A variety of things," Charles said, "at the moment he's in the dark room."
"Then all these things are,..." Chris began.
"Quite authentic," Charles said finishing the sentence.
"A variety of high paying things," Chris realized reappraising his earlier estimate.
"Of all the things Mr. Surl has acquired I am most fond of this painting," Charles said gazing at the canvas over the fireplace. "Claude Monet painted it after returning to Giverny. Not only is it a masterwork, but it reminds me of the years we lived in France."
"I see you two have hit it off," Darion said pouring himself tea.
"Yes, Charles was telling about this painting."
"Yes, he seems most talkative tonight," Darion said darkening.
"No, not at all," Chris assured him, "he's been most entertaining."
"If there's nothing else sir?"
"No, that will be all." Darion said dismissing him.
"Charles," Chris called, "thank-you."
"My pleasure sir," he said closing the door behind him.
"It's later than I thought,' Darion said, "perhaps you'd care to have your cocktail here?"
"That would be fine," Chris agreed gazing up at the painting. "Why were you so harsh with Charles Mr. Surl."
"Darion please," he said handing Chris a glass. "I am a solitary man and enjoy my privacy."
"But he said so little."
"Perhaps you only heard so little?" Darion smiled. "Or perhaps your honest nature precludes thoughts that might turn that information to gain." "I'm not an ignorant man," Chris said. "What did he say that upset you."
"Very well," Darion said ushering him to a seat on the couch. "By telling you of the authenticity of both the painting and the manuscript he has revealed both their existacne and their value. Further, he had given you some inkling as to the extent of my wealth. Finally he told you we have not always lived in this country."
"But that says so little of consequence."
"Certainly to you it only says that I have wealth and taste. But to a thief, or some other unsavory character, well you can see where it might lead."
"And you're sure you can trust me?"
"You're an honest young man," Darion said, "entrusted by your employer with his shop and property.
"My first thought was how much all this cost."
"And were you covetous, or mearly impressed?'
"Impressed," Chris admitted.
"Don't be insulted, or down hearted, that trait is both admirable and refreshing," Darion smiled.
"You find my naivete entertaining?" Chris frowned.
"No, not naove, your perception lies in other areas. Far more pleasureable one," Darion said stroking Chris' thigh.
Chris smiled and put his drink down. He took hold of Darion's teasing hand and drew it to the growing buldge in his slacks.
"Get that big cock hard," Chris encouraged, "it's been twitching since I met you."
"You're a very handsome young man," Darion growled kneeding the expanding pouch, "full of life and lusting for experience."
Darion fell to his neck, nipping and nuzzling upward toward Chris' ear.
"I don't go for that stuff much," Chris said shying away.
"Could you do me a favor?" Darion asked as he unbuckled Chris' belt.
"What's that?" Chris said biting his lower lip.
"Just relax and allow the experience to unfold," Darion whispered in his ear, "don't deny youself the pleasure I intend to bestow."
As he spoke Darrion took hold of Chris' cotton clad erection. He gave it a squeeze and watched the damp spot as it spread and darkened.
"Yeah," Chris reveled as his voice became husky, "play with that big dick."
Darion began where he had left off, licking his way up Chris' neck. He worked slowly upward laving his attention on Chris' ear as he pumped the young man's pole.
A shiver of delight spread through Chris' frame. He groaned and leaned against the man causing his bliss.
"You're making me so hot," Chris moaned.
Darion just smiled and moved onward. He released Chris' burgeoning meat. Gently he removed the young man's shirt and slacks. Red has been correct. Chris was beautiful. His pale skin glowed in the light of the fireplace. Complex shadows danced along the lines of his body. Darion stood before him and drank in the sight as he disrobed. He let each piece of clothing slid seductively to the floor, recognizing the excitement it kindeled in Chris' blue eyes. At the same time he could feel his hunger rise with the proximity of this beautiful, hale, youth.
Chris gasped as Darion stepped out of his slacks. He pulled Darion closer and licked his lips in anticipation of the offered feast. Without hesitation he engulfed the penis reveling in the taste and feel as it slid between his lips. It felt like wet velvet, and Darion trembled as Chris dove down the shaft. The blunt knob of Darion's cock butted against Chris' throat. He gagged and sputtered releasing it from his mouth.
"That's a nice cock," Chris said pumping the spit soaked length in his fist, "a big thick piece of meat."
"Like it?" Darion panted stroking Chris' dark hair.
"A beautiful cock like this," Chris smiled never taking his eyes off it, "yeah I love a big dick."
Darion pulled him close and Chris went to work. He laved the shaft til it shone. Then delving beneath it, sucked at the fleshy spheres he found there. In a frenzy he worked from thigh to thigh; licking and sucking every inch of Darion's groin. Darion felt like flame itself. He floated on the air feeding his heat as the young man worshiped his cock.
Chris wrapped his lips around the bulbous head of Darion's cock drove his tongue into the tip. Darion's knees nearly buckled. He grabbed Chris' head for support. At the same time, finding resolve, he braced his sagging legs and drove his cock deep into Chris' throat. The sides of Chris' gullet rippled and pulled at the shaft filling it. It happened so quickly Chris had no time to balk at the entry. He swallowed repeatedly trying to accustom himself to the discomfort.
Darion was ecstatic. Gaining control he began to move fucking the boy's sweet mouth. Chris drew a long breath as the monster exited his throat. As the pole changed directions he slithered his tongue along the underside. Darion took a firm grasp of Chris' head and held it immobile. He watched with glea as the shaft disappeared into the young man's face.
"Such a pretty face," he moaned picking up the pace.
Chris grunted as the well built stud above him brutalized his mouth. He'd sucked his share of cock, but normally he was the center of attention. His hands roamed Darion's well packed frame as the cock in his mouth moved with increasing vigor.
Darion's body was superb. Just over six foot its proportions bespoke grace and power. Blunk cut raven black hair framed the sultry features of his face, and split his rippled abdomen. It stood in bold contrast to his smooth pale flesh. Chris was fair, but seemed tan by comparison. As he stroked his hand over Darion's creamy thigh the difference was evident. He raised his eyes to Darion's powerful frame. Its bold definition was flawless, but without bulk. Their eyes met. The look in Darion's dark eyes set Chris trembling. He felt trapped in those endless pits of darkness. His view was interrupted as Darion drove into his mouth. Repeatedly the thick slab plummeted into his throat. With every inward thrust Chris was engulfed by him; his scent, his taste, the thumping contact of his body. Each time it withdrew Darion's eyes were all he saw. The sequence repeated:
a moment of sensual inundation, a flash of white flesh moving away, then those dark enthralling eyes. The process continued in an ever quickening cycle: the shadow of contact, the flash of white, his eyes. End upon end, like some avant-garde film, until it seemed they existed as one; three moments juxtaposed in one reality.
Chris was transfixed; caught in a loop of sensory magnitude beyond his understanding. Darkness enveloped him. Afraid and confused he paniced and sought to flea only to find himself firmly restrained. With no other choice he surrendered to his captures steely grip. Slowly his mind quieted, and in that moment the thought came creeping.
"His eyes, "I'm trapped in his eyes!"
Searching the darkness he found its core. Dark flame radiated unseen with a power he could feel in his soul. Drawing closer he touched it. Its carress a numbing cold that consumed him. The moment was pain, an agony beyond any he could imagine enduring. Time lost meaning as the icy tongues pierced him. They stripped away the layers of reason and reality. Devoid of intellectual buffers within his experience or reason he was defenseless. Unable to resist he witnessed as it revealed its truth to him. This surrender, this complete giving, was all he yearned for.
"So simple," he thought vowing a change.
From some dark recess it crept into the corner of his vision. So vile and hungry that terror oozed from its cursed being. He knew the fear it bred was the catalyst of his revelation. He felt the danger as surely as touching it, but his wonder drove him on. He faced it yearning to know its ancient secret. For an instant he saw it clearly, and fled for his life.
Chris slumped to the couch. Exhausted and shaken he lay there with Darion's cum dripping from his lips. With an effort he sat up, swallowed, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The spittle and cum tinted pink.
Darion lay in a heap before the fireplace. His flesh a deadly pale; covered in dark drops of sweat that quickly seemed to evaporate in the heat. Chris rushed to his side and cradled him in his arms. Slowly he roused and smiled weakly at Chris.
"Are you all right?" he whispered.
"I'm fine, what happened?" Chris said shivering as the sweat from his matted hair ran down his spine.
"More than I expected," Darion admitted.
"How do you feel?" Chris asked seeing how pale he was.
"Tired and weak," Darion whispered.
"You're freezing," Chris noticed.
After helping him to the couch Chris stoked the fire until it roared and snapped. Then cradling Darion once again covered them both in an Afgan. As he brushed the hair from Darion's eyes the memory of the experience came flooding back to him. His hand ceased caressing Darion's face, and his expression hardened.
"What's wrong?" Darion asked noticing the change.
"you...we...the darkness," Chris stuttered as the terror grew with the memory.
Darion sat up and took Chris in his arms. Their lips met. Chris resisted, but slowly the insistant heat of Darion's kiss melted his apprehensions.
"It was the heat of the moment," Darion lied breaking the kiss.
"I was so frightened," Chris said trembling.
"I know," Darion said pulling him to his feet, "we need a bath to warm us a bit."
Chris agreed and Darion led him upstairs. He felt self conscious walking naked through the infamiliar house. The upper story was no less impressive than the lower. The bedroom Darion led him to was spacious and elegant. A fire crackled in the hearth. The four poster was turned down and pair of pajamas was laid out on it.
"What kind of carpet is this?" Chris asked as his feet sunk into the the oriental rug that covered most of the room.
"A hand sculped Chinese silk." Darion said as music arose from an unseen source. "A hand sculpted Chinese silk,"Darion said turning on some music.
"Silk!" Chris said, "I have trouble affording a silk shirt."
Darion smiled and poured his guest brandy and soda.
"It was a gift," he said handing Chris the glass. "I'll be back in a moment."
Chris toured the room while his host was absent. The wall across from the fireplace was covered in artwork. Most of the paintings were of older formal style, not to Chris' taste but beautiful none the less.
One of the paintings caught Chris' attention. It was a large oil protraiting Darion in a breast plate, with a helm under one arm, much in the style of Rembrant.
"You like it?" Darion asked startling him.
"Very flattering, but what's with the ancient garb?"
"It's not me."
"It could be."
"One of my forebearers. Look at the eyes and the scar over the brow."
"Oh, yes, but you could be twins. Who painted it?"
"Nicolaes Maes over three hundred years ago."
Darion smiled laying a hand on Chris' shoulder.
"Feeling better?" Chris asked hugging him.
"Yes much," he admitted,"shall we bathe?"
Darion led him through a dressingroom into a bathroom nearly the size of his apartment. In the center of the room a vanity curved away from the wall. To one side was a spacious shower with six head, to the other a sunken tub was filling.
"Reminds me of Rome," Chris said looking over the marble and brass.
"You've been to the continent? Darion said adjusting the shower.
"No, but I've seen pictures," Chris blushed.
The shower was warm and refreshing. The spray from the six heads was varied and massaged them as they lathered and scrubbed each other. Darion took Chris in his arms as they finished rinsing and kissed him gently on the lips. Chris had been gay since he could remember, but had always had trouble being intimate and affectionate with a man. He could be most anything they need sexually, but sensually he shied from them. It has cost him his last lover.
He knew Darion was going to kiss him. He could see it coming. His first reaction was to balk, but the kiss was wonderful. He melted into Darion's embrace and returned the kiss. After the initial contact it was Chris who came back for more. Opening his mouth he reveled as their tongues dueled and their bodies ground together. Darion led him to the tub.
"It's hot," he warned.
Chris ventured a toe as Darion poured something into the water from a decanter on the vanity.
"Holy shit, it's scalding!" Chris yelped pulling back his foot.
"I hardly think so," Darion said producing a bottle of champagne and glasses.
He set the bucket by the tub and scattered a handful of flower petals in the water.
"Don't tell me; rose petals."
"Of course," Darion said stepping into the water.
"How can you?"
"I'm used to it," Darion said slowly settling into the tub, "take your time."
Chris sat by the edge of the tub inhaling the fragrant steam that rose from the water. The fumes were intoxicating. Slowly he eased his legs into the water.
"If you were my photographic subject you'd never have to worry about work.
"Sometimes it's my fault," Chris admitted.
"How so," Darion asked? "You can't help being well hung."
"True, but they like a smooth chest." Chris said running his hands over the tight curls in the center of his chest.
"To be honest, so do I," Darion admitted.
"If I know it's a chest job I'll shave, but it itches so coming back in," Chris said easing his ass into the wather.
He closed his eyes, letting the warmth and fragrance carry him away. His attention was brought sharply into focus and the champagne cork burst from the bottle.
"Is any sound more festive," Darion chuckled as he poured.
"You're just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me," Chris said accepting a glass.
"I hardly think I need the liquor," Darion said sliding closer.
"No you don't," Chris said initiating a kiss.
Darion adjusted the controls and the water began to bubble merrily.
"I have a confession to make. I came to your store with the intention of seducing you."
"I don't remember you," Chris said snuggling against him," and someone like you I'd remember."
"No someone told me about you, he calls himself Red."
"That little slut! I'm glad he did."
"So am I."
They necked long and lovingly.
"What can I do for you?" Darion said breaking their last kiss.
"If you give head as well as you kiss," Chris began.
"Say no more," Darion smiled.
He took Chris by the hand and led him across the tub. The far side was an inclided couch. With Chris reclined his head and knees were lifted out of the water. Darion set a foam pillow under his ass and adjusted the control of the jacuze once more. Between the powerful jets of water and the attention of his host, Chris' cock soon rose above the surface.
"Well captain, looks like the scope is up," Chris chuckled.
Closing his lips over the knob Darion swirled his tongue over the flaired ridge till Chris stirred uneasily. Beneath the surface his hands tickled and teased and Chris' lush build.
"It's so good," Chris moaned and Darion dove beneathe the surface.
At the base of the thick pole he paused. The fleshy head of the young man's cock was lodged in his throat. He swallowed repeatedly causing the muscles in his throat to ripple about the sensitive meat.
"How are you doing?" Darion said pausing for moment.
"Don't stop," Chris said taking hold of his quivering meat and stroking it viciously.
"We don't want that load floating around in the tub, now do we?" Darion scolded pulling Chris' hand away.
"Won't hurt the tub," Chris protested.
"You should know."
"I do." Chris groaned as Darion tugged at his balls. "Sometimes I just sit home and give this big dick a real workout."
"Is that right," Darion said licking the head.
"Oh yeah," Chris sighed, "three, maybe four times an afternoon, til my dick is aches and my legs are week."
Darion began sucking the young man in earnest as he continued to talk.
"Sometimes with a glove, or I'll strap it to the massager," Chris moaned. "One time I even stuck it in the canister vacuum."
"And no one minds?" Darion asked pausing for a moment.
"I live alone," Chris smiled as Darion's mouth once more slid down his shaft. His hands fell to the back of Darion's head urging him on. Darion slid a finger between Chris' cheeks and massaged his hole. As his erection pulsed against Darion's tongue Chris began to thrash about in the water. His hips pumping to meet Darion's lips. With a shuddering groan he reached his peak. Darion felt him stiffen and clamped his lips about the swelling head. With practiced skill he slurped up the thick syrup as it blasted free. Chris spasmed and convulsed as Darion's talents carried him from peak to peak. Just as he thought the pleasure about to subside Darion would find another way to make it last.
"Enough," he begged, but Darion would not relent.
Powerful hands held him fast as the pleasure built to incredible crescendos. Chris whimpered and begged, but the protests fell on deaf ears.
He ached and strained as the deamon between his legs drove him onward. Time faded and vanished, as the sweet torture twisted his perceptions. Chris was sure he would black out, but consciousness remained. The fell of orgasmic power ravished him. No longer was it centered on his groin. Instead it ran along his gasps. His mind screamed for respite and his body strained for release. His cock ached and swelled. His balls contracted painfully, and with a long wail he set Darion mouth awash with fresh cream.
It was some time before he found the strength to sit up. When he did Darion handed him a glass of champagne
"Any good?" Darion asked sipping the wine.
"Any better and I'd be in intensive care."
"That was intensive care."
"No shit."
"I usually require a statement from your doctor, but you look young and healthy enough so I took the chance."
"Reasonable, but not without risk," Chris smiled. "Now what can I do for you?"
"Let me shave you."
"What?"
"Shave you," Darion repeated. "You'd be irresistible smooth."
"If that's what you want."
Darion stepped from the tub and fumbled momentarily at the vanity. He returned bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
"You know how to use that thing?" Chris asked eyeing the razor.
"Like an old pro," Darion said pushing him back in the reclining section.
"Set one leg up here," he said patting the tiled floor.
He applied lather to Chris' calf and slowly scrapped it away.
"Not so bad?" Darion ventured beginning to lather his thigh.
Darion completed the process and started on the other leg.
"You'll have to stand for the moment," Darion instructed.
He moved behind Chris and lathered his ass. Chris giggled as the razor scrapped along his cheeks.
"Hold still," Darion warned.
"It tickles," Chris complained.
"Pull these pretty mounds apart," Darion requested.
Chris complied and fought to remain immobile as the brush and blade set his nerve endings tingling.
"How do I look?" He asked as Darions spread the warm lather to his balls.
"Good enough to eat, but that can wait, now hold still or you might loose something important."
The razor glided over his testicles causing an electric sensation. Slowly Chris' cock rose from the cloud of lather.
"How helpful," Darion chuckled as he finished there and moved to the thatch framing the thickening pole.
"I look like a little boy," Chris said excitedly.
"No little boy has this," Darion said squeezing the burgeoning staff unitl the head blushed deeply and oozed.
"Guess not," Chris sighed, "but it makes me look younger."
"And more delectable," Darion said working his way onto Chris' abdomen.
The razor made quick work of the thin line that split his belly. Darion lathered his chest and had Chris sit. Taking up the razor he soon had Chris' chest glistening, in the light.
"That is nice," Darion said as he trimmed the sparse hairs around Chris' nipples.
Chris craned to see himself in the mirror. His movement caused the razor bit into his flesh.
"I told you to hold still," Darion said seeing his blood bead in the cut and trickle down Chris' torso.
Chris pouted and stopped squirming. Darion's hand trembled and he set the razor down. His breath became labored as he stared at the wound. His tongue ran across his lips in anticipation, and he bent close to Chris' chest. Flattening his tongue against Chris' ribs he followed the trail of blood back to its source.
"How kinky." Chris growled.
Darion sucked the nipple and wound at once. The lust within him arose and he fought to control it. He sucked ravenously unitl the warm flow stopped.
"I do have two," Chris said biting his lip and pushing him toward the other
Darion relented and allowed Chris to move him. The only evidence of the mishap was a thin line where the razor had sliced into him.
"It's all right. It was my fault." Chris assured him.
"We just need to be cautious," Darion warned.
"Of course," Chris agreed not understanding. "I could use a shave."
"Very well."
He stropped the razor honing its edge, then lathered Chris' handsome features. He lifted Chris' chin and steadied himself before setting the blade against the yound man's neck. With steady graceful strokes the lather slid from Chris' neck, chin and cheek. He took hold of Chris' nose and tugged gently upward to shave his mustache. Finally he trimmed each sideburn and beneath each ear before setting the razor down.
Chris stood in the frothing tub and inspected himself in the mirrored wall. Hairless his sleek muscled frame was a cross between man and boy. He ran a hand over his smooth chest felt his cock respond. From the tub Darion watched as Chris took pleasure in himself. From his point of view he could take in his glistening ass as well as his rippling torso. Chris growled as the man's tongue slid between his shorn mounds. He leaned forward and rested his head and torso on the cool tiled floor. Then reaching back parted his cheeks. Darion made slow work of it, feasting on the supple flesh until Chris responded to every attention. At long last Darion arose and placing his oozing knob at the swollen portal and grasping Chris' hips.
"Go slow at first," Chris begged.
He rolled his hips and leaned gently forward, teasing the throbbing hole. Chris moaned in response and pushing back to meet the gentle preasure. Little by little the hole spread to gently suck at the head of Darion's cock.
"Stick me," Chris moaned," C'mon stud my ass is hungry of it."
Darion reared slightly and drove forward. Chris let out a long low groan as the thick cock spread his hole to new dimensions. Half buried Darion paused and rolled his hips. The sensation spread through Chris in a wave. His musculature rippled in response and his anal passage grasped and pulled at the invader filling it. Darion growled and flexed. The action sent the remaining inches surging forward and into his willing victim. Buried to the hilt he once again rolled his hips. Chris raved and clutched at the tiled floor. Slowly the man above him began his rhythm. Chris matched Darion's stroke rolling his hips and moaning encouragement, and as their pace quickened their passions rose.
With each driving thrust Chris' face rubbed the tiled floor. With each pass the corner of on of the tiles rubbed the line of his jaw, until the recently shaved skin began to bleed. As the presistant thrust turned to pounding Chirs slowly stood.
Darion wrapped his arm's around the young man and bent his knees. Taking hold of Chirs' cock he stroked in time with his pistoning efforts. With his free hand he traced and pinched Chris' nipples. As his need became urgent he kissed and licked across Chris' neck and back. He could feel the tingle growing within. He fought wanting Chris to peek with him. The hand on Chris' chest could gauge the tension, the other hand felt him swell.
Darion abandoned all control and flailed wildly. Chris let out a long wail extolling his attacker. Darion's lips fell to Chris' ear, then slithered across his neck. The trickle of blood from the corner of his jaw crossed Darion's lips. The lust rose in him anew. Chris reached his peak, heart pounding to match Darion's wild thrusts. Darion's lips fell to the juncture of Chris' neck and shoulder. He could feel the violent pulse beneath his tongue. He fought for control but the need was great.
Orgasm struck sweeping reason aside. He could feel Darion's hot breath on his neck. The surge came, and again; Chris smied at the pleasure he gave.
"Such a pity," Charles thought as he brought the boat to the dock. "A waste really."
He set the bumpers in place and tied the boat to the dock. The task had taken all afternoon; rummaging through the yard, digging up rocks. Carting the heavy load to the boat. There had been a lot of traffice on the water today, and he had had to wait a long time.
"Well at leaset it's done now," he thought returning to the kitchen, "but I did like that young man."