Sleepy Days

Sleepy Days, Come No More

Chapter 3

I wiggled out from beneath the arm, and realized I was naked. I turned to find Blake next to me in the bed. I could not remember what happened past being at the club. My mind swirled thinking of all the things that could have or did happen. I could not believe I was in this position. I had taken extreme care to conduct myself in a certain way, and in one night I had completely abandoned a life time of care.

I raised myself from the bed and began searching for my clothes. I gathered my clothes and managed to find a bathroom. I was so upset. I was actually shaking and tears started to well up in my eyes. What the fuck was I thinking? Did we have sex? Did we use protection? What if I had been with more than just Blake? This was the type of thing that I warned people about. I am constantly telling people to be careful and I had obviously acted like a damn fool.

I went over to the sink and splashed water on my face and wiped the tears from my eyes. I needed to collect myself. As I was getting dressed there was a knock on the door. "Yes." I said.

"Good morning, can I come in." He asked.

"Uh.I'm getting dressed." I paused. "Well, guess it isn't anything you haven't seen before. Come in." I said.

He opened the door and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. "How is my sexy stud?" He asked.

I broke from his embrace, took a deep breath and said, "Not good actually." I exclaimed dryly.

Blake looked in my eyes, "Have you been crying." He scanned my face. "What is wrong?" He asked with concern.

"I don't know what happened last night. I can't remember how I got here!" I paused. "I'm scared and upset." I exclaimed.

"Well, we were at the club. We danced and hung out with some of friends, we had a great time." He said. "Then I helped Tim carry John out to the car. I invited you to come but you opted to stay at the bar." He looked at me quizzically. "Do you remember that?" He asked.

I nodded yes. He continued, "When I came back you were eating some candy. Remember?" He asked.

"Yes. There was a guy at the bar passing out candy in celebration of the New Year. It was packaged." I said.

"Yeah, well apparently it was an edible." He exclaimed.

"An edible? As in eatable?" I asked.

"No, as in edible cannabis." He explained.

I looked puzzled, "You mean they put weed in the candy? Put in was in a package. Why would someone do that?!" I said angrily.

"Some people bring them in from Amsterdam or other places where the laws are less stringent." He said.

"Okay, what happened next?" I asked anxiously.

"After I realized you were high, I wanted to take you home, but you refused." He paused. "You pleaded to stay until the end of the party, so I took you over to a booth. Soon after you fell asleep." He looked at me in silence for a moment. "My friend Eric helped me carry you to the car.then I brought you here." He exclaimed.

"I vaguely remember this." I said.

"When we got here you were all over me. Then you said that you were really hot, so you began to remove your clothes." He paused. "I asked you if you wanted to go to sleep, but you said no. You said that you felt too good to sleep and asked me to dance with you." He paused to give me time to process the information, and then continued, "We danced for a while, and then you complained of dizziness. So, I convinced you to lie down." He paused. "I helped you to the bed and covered you with a sheet. I kissed you on the forehead and left the room." He said.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Well, I was asleep on the couch, when you woke me up. You had been crying and asked me to come to bed with you." He smiled. "When we were in bed you asked me to hold you until you fell asleep, so I did." He exclaimed.

"We didn't.have sex?" I asked intently.

"No!" He exclaimed.

I exhaled loudly, "I am so relieved. I was so scared."

He looked in my eyes and said, "I want to be with you, but not when you are intoxicated, I want it to be nice, special." He said.

I stepped in close to him and kissed him on the lips and gave him a hug. "I really appreciate what you have done. I still don't know how I feel about this, I mean, so much happened last night." I paused. "I was groped, hit on, witnessed an orgy, and now I know I inadvertently got high and blacked out." I took a deep breath. "I am a little confused, on one hand I am appalled with my behavior and by some of the things I experienced, but on the other I was excited and at times very aroused by the things that were happening." I paused. "Last year I spent New Year's Eve at home, alone. This year I had the kind of New Year's Eve experience that I thought I always wanted, but I don't feel as awesome as I thought I would." I laughed.

"Maybe I shouldn't have taken you to the party, I knew you had never been to that type of place, I just wanted you to have a good time.and truthfully I thought I would be taking care of you the whole night, but I dropped the ball." He paused. "I am so sorry." He proclaimed.

"Don't be. It was not your fault, I wanted to go." I smiled. "Hell, I am glad that I had this experience with you, someone else may not have been so considerate." I said.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"A little, but I just want to lie down." I laughed. "I am not sleepy, but I feel exhausted. I think I am going to go home and lie around and watch television all day." I said.

Blake pulled me closer and said, "No, stay here. We can lie around together or you can have the bedroom to yourself." He nuzzled my neck.

"That would be really nice. I would really like that." I exclaimed.

"Good. So, you should take off your clothes and get into bed, and I will bring you some food." He said.

I smiled, "Okay, I will get undressed but I am leaving the underwear on."

"Okay, you may keep them on for now." He chuckled.

I got undressed and went back to bed. Later Blake came in with a tray of food. We ate bacon, eggs, and bran muffins. After we ate, we sat up in bed and talked. I told him more about the gala I attended with Lena. I told him that he would have fit right in, and how I had thought of him when they talked about political ideology. He talked about the tutoring he was doing at the community center, and how he really wanted to stop doing construction and get back into education on a fulltime basis.

I told him that I was discontent with my work. That I was becoming disillusioned with the psychiatric practices of the hospital, and that I didn't feel I was making a difference.

We talked for hours, at some point I must have drifted off because I awoke, once again, in Blake's arms, but this time it was free from panic, so I was able to enjoy it. I looked out of the window and watched the sunset; the sky was turning dark blue with a pinkish hue. For a moment I felt completely safe, I was totally at peace.

Then I started to think that it was evening and I had things that I needed to do. That I hadn't called my relatives to wish them a happy holiday or reviewed the patient files that I needed to summarize. Suddenly, a wave of anxiety rushed through me. My body tensed and I felt Blake moan, and pull me in tighter.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly.

I kissed his arm and said, "Yeah, I'm good." I kissed his arm again. "This is nice."

"I dreamed about you." He whispered.

"Was it a good dream?" I asked.

He pressed his erect penis against my ass and said, "It was that good."

I moaned, "I should get up. Um.it has to be about 6 pm and I need to shower." I exclaimed, while pulling away from his grip.

"I need to shower too; it would be in the best interest of the environment for us to shower together, just to conserve water." He smiled meekly.

"I thought I would shower at home." I replied.

"I thought we were going to spend the entire day together?" He said.

"Yeah, but I don't have any clothes; and I don't want to monopolize all of your time." I exclaimed.

"You can wear something of mine. and I want you to monopolize my time." He smiled.

I smiled, "Alright."

In the bathroom, Blake immediately took of his underwear, and started the shower. I had never seen him completely nude before. He was so beautiful. Broad shoulders and a sculpted abdomen, he had a beautiful set of pectorals and dark pink nipples. His chest had a prominent amount of sandy-blonde hair that tapered off into a trail that led to his crotch.

His cock hung about four inches soft, above two large egg shaped balls. His crotch was covered by a sandy-blonde bush of hair. He had muscular thighs and well defined legs. His ass was perfect and muscular, even his feet were beautiful.

I stood there taking him in and then I became nervous. I had never been completely naked in front of anyone else since I was a child, except for last night, but I couldn't even remember that. Blake was gorgeous, but I was no magazine model.

Blake saw the trepidation in my face and asked, "What's the matter?"

I took a breath, "I am a little uncomfortable being naked in front of other people," I paused. "And you have such a great body and mine does not exactly comport with the cultural definition of hot." I said.

"Don't be ridiculous. I love your body and I saw it all last night, there is nothing on you that is going to send me running from the room, you're beautiful." He said sincerely.

I smiled and removed my underwear.

During the shower, Blake cleaned my entire body. He started with my hair, and then washed my face. He lathered up a wash cloth and cleaned my chest and arm pits. Then he cleaned my arms. He washed my stomach and knelt down and washed my crotch. He took my cock in hand and cleaned it. Then he cleaned each ball.

Then he lathered the towel again, and cleaned that sensitive area between the crotch and the anus, I think it is called the perineum. He massaged that area with his fingers, I gasped. My head was spinning; I had to extend my arms to steady myself against the wall. My breath became ragged and my body began to tense. Blake must have sensed my reaction because he began to work that area with more vigor. I closed my eyes tight and let out a deep guttural moan, as I shot stream after stream of hot cum against the wall and across Blake's arm.

My head was still spinning and my eyes stayed closed. I was gasping for air, as my legs trembled beneath me. Blake held my hips to steady me. For a moment I was floating and then suddenly the bottom fell from beneath me and I crashed. It felt as if someone had punched me in my stomach and expelled all the air from my body.

I felt ashamed and naked, not naked as in nude, but naked as in completely exposed. Like, Blake could see right through me. I had to fight back tears.

Blake kissed me on the hip and continued to clean me. He cleaned each leg and foot. Then, he rose up and cleaned my neck and my back. He had cleaned the perimeter of my ass cheeks and was about to clean the inside, but I stopped him and did it myself.

After I was completely clean, Blake stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest. He began to kiss my neck and suck on my ear, and then whispered, "That was so hot baby." He kissed my neck again. "Did you like it?" He asked sweetly.

I took a deep breath and said, "Yeah, it was great. Now it is my turn to wash you." I exclaimed.

Blake nuzzled my neck, "That sounds good." He said.

I kissed his arm and said, "Well, you have to let me go so I can get started."

"But I don't want to let go." He said flirtatiously.

I freed myself from his grip and turned around. I asked him to step under the nozzle, and I watched the water run down is hard body. I filled my hands with shampoo and began to run my fingers through his long blonde hair. I then directed his head back under the nozzle. After all the shampoo was washed away, I massaged conditioner onto his scalp and throughout his hair.

Next, I lathered a wash cloth with soap and washed his face, ears, and neck. Then, I cleaned his broad shoulders and chest, washing each of his hairy pits as I moved from one side of his chest to the other. I looked at his face and he was smiling.

Next, I washed each of his long muscular arms and each of his large hands. His hands were beautiful. His palms were large and his fingers were long and thick. I took care, to clean between each finger. Then, I knelt before him; his cock was inches from my face. I took a deep breath and began to clean his crotch.

First, I cleaned the areas around his cock. Then, I lifted his cock and balls and cleaned the area between his crotch and ass. His cock twitched and began to grow in my hand. Next, I cleaned each of his egg shaped balls. I heard him moan softly.

Then, I started to clean his penis. First, I pulled back the foreskin and thoroughly cleaned the head. Next, I ran the soapy cloth over the length of his cock. He moaned and began to pump his, now fully erect, cock in my towel laced hand. I immediately released his cock and began washing his legs.

I cleaned each of his legs, from thigh to ankle, and then I had him lift each foot so it could be attended to. His feet, like his hands, were large. His toes were a moderate length and were moderately thick. I cleaned between each of his toes, as I had done with his fingers, and then washed from the ball of his foot to the heel.

I rose from my kneeling position and instructed Blake to turn around. Then, I began cleaning his back. I ran the towel over each inch, until I reached his ass, I hesitated. I inhaled and proceeded to clean the outer perimeter of his ass. Then, he squatted down slightly, so I could clean between his cheeks. His ass, like the rest of him, was muscular. There was a small amount of hair around his hole.

After, I finished cleaning him; I rose to my feet and wrapped my arms around his chest. I felt so overwhelmed; I buried my head in the center of his back, and cried quietly. It felt so good to hold his warm, hard body in my arms. I could still smell his spicy-woody scent through the fragrance of the soap. I stood there for a few moments, with him cradled in my arms.

Then Blake spoke, "Steve, are you okay?"

I lifted my head from his wet back and replied, "Yeah. I'm fine, just taking it all in."

"Are you ready to get out?" He asked.

I sighed, "No. I want to stay here in this shower, holding you.but I guess we should." I exclaimed.

We got out of the shower and he dried me. He was so gentle and attentive. I returned the favor. While I was drying his body, I realized that he was still erect. We walked back to his room, naked. He gave me a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. I dressed and he put on a pair of boxer-briefs, which became tented by his still hard cock.

I looked at him and said, "Sorry that I didn't give you the same `happy ending' that you gave me." I paused. "Hell, I am sorry that I came all over your arm." I said meekly.

He laughed, "Don't be sorry. It made me feel good to satisfy you.just by touching you." He exclaimed with a smile.

I blushed, "Well, you certainly did."

"Let me cook you something to eat, and maybe we can watch a movie." He said.

"That sounds good, but let me help you cook." I suggested.

He nodded his head in agreement. We decided on grilled fish and salad. He grilled the fish and I made the salad. We ate dinner and talked about a variety of things. After dinner we watched Pride & Prejudice, it was my choice and I confessed that it was effeminate, but I love it. Then we talked about past events, places we had been, some of our best and worst memories. At some point Blake put is head in my lap.

He looked up into my eyes and said, "I have enjoyed being with you.I know that it has only been a few days but I really like you, and I want to spend much more time with you." He said warmly.

He looked so sincere, there was something in those emerald eyes that made me want to be with him, to please him. I stroked his brow and said, "For some reason I believe you, Mr. Mitchell.and I want to spend more time with you too." I smiled.

"I must really like you, to endure Jane Austen." He laughed.

"Jane is awesome and I'm going to put all of her movies in your instant queue." I smiled.

"I might have to cancel my subscription." He retorted.

"Well, I'm sure that there are some movies that we will both like, though the Jane Austen issue is almost a deal breaker." I chuckled. "But it is getting late I better head home." I said.

"You should stay; I mean you said you are off tomorrow." He suggested.

"I know.but.I haven't been home in two days." He looked at me sheepishly. "I guess there is no use in arguing with you, I want to stay." I confessed.

"That makes me very happy." He beamed.

"Well, we should review the rules: one, I sleep on the right side of the bed, two, I sleep in the nude, three, there is to be no funny business.I'm serious one joke and I'm leaving." He laughed. I continued, "Hey, it's nonnegotiable." I said.

"Okay, you may have the right side, I hope you will be naked, and I promise no jokes." He said with a smile.

"Well, since you have agreed to my conditions, I am obliged to stay." I smirked.

He lifted his head from my lap and said, "Let's go to bed." He smiled.

He stood up and took me by the hand and led me into his bedroom. Once we were in his room, he released my hand and removed his underwear, and then he lay in the center of the bed. I removed his clothes from my body and walked over to the bed. He raised the covers and signaled for me to join him. I climbed into bed and lowered the covers over our bodies.

We laid there looking in each other's eyes, just inches apart, and I said, "Mr. Mitchell, this is a rather large bed, I am sure you don't have to lie this close to me." I said with a laugh.

"You did not stipulate where I was to lay, Mr. Greene, you only dictated that you had exclusive ownership of the right side, which has been provided to you." He paused. "Furthermore, in accordance with the third rule of our verbal contract, there was to be no funny business, yet you were just laughing." He said sternly.

"Well, I have no clear remembrance of any laughter at this time; however, if your assertion is true, then it would be a clear violation of our verbal contract, thereby making all previous conditions null and void." I paused. "I have been a very naughty boy, are you going to evict me from your bed?" I asked sheepishly, as I stroked his ear.

"I am a firm believer in the law, but I am also a firm believer in mercy. Since, you are so obviously contrite about your unacceptable conduct; it pleases me to show you benevolence." He said in a serious voice. "Therefore I will grant you a reprieve; with the understanding you are to discontinue your inappropriate behavior. However, if you are unable to maintain an acceptable level of decorum, then I will be forced to punish you to the full extent of the law. Am I understood Mr. Greene?" He asked.

"Yes sir, I promise to be a good boy from now on. Thank you so much for your kindness." I said sheepishly.

We both began to laugh. He said, "You would make an excellent lawyer."

"Thank you." I paused. "Perhaps you can be the judge and I can come to your chamber and we could review the law at length." I smirked.

"You are so cute." He said.

"This is unreal. I just keep waiting for my alarm to pull me from my dream." I said.

"It isn't a dream. It is real and I am glad that it is." He exclaimed.

"I want to put my head on your chest." I inhaled deeply. "Would that be okay?" I asked softly.

He turned on to his back and raised his arm. I moved closer to him and laid my head across his chest. We laid there in silence. I could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. I could hear him breathe, and my head rose and dropped with inhalation and exhalation.

I lay there and thought of all the nights I wished that I could lay my head against someone's chest. I thought of all the lonely nights I spent in the blue-black darkness wishing that I could disappear, and I began to cry. I sobbed into his chest. I couldn't control myself. All of my experience, all of those years of swallowing my emotions, and I couldn't manage to stifle my feelings for another moment.

Blake sat up, forcing me to lift my head from his chest, and said, "What's wrong?"

He looked so concerned, and he was concerned about me. It was such a foreign concept to me, that someone would actually think me worthy of concern. I looked him in his eyes and smiled, "I don't want to talk." I paused. "Could you please hold me?" I asked.

He nodded and we resumed our previous position: my head on his chest, his arm about my back, and tears running from my eyes, across his body. It seemed to go on for hours, and neither of us ever spoke and we barely moved. At some point I drifted off to sleep. I had not slept so well in a very long time.

There is something so liberating about crying. It just washes away all the stress and pain, even if it is only for a short time.

I woke up with Blake's arm beneath my neck. We were both on our backs and only inches apart. I turned on to my side and watched him sleep. He looked as if all was right with life. There was no trace of worry or discontent on his face.

I watched his chest rise and fall as he inhaled and exhaled. I listened to his subtle snoring and watched as the shadows danced across his body. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to run my tongue across the whole of his body, but I didn't want to wake him. I wanted him to retain whatever peace and calm he had for as long as possible. I don't know how long I laid there watching Blake sleep, but I enjoyed every second of it.

Finally, Blake began to squirm and opened his eyes. He squinted his eyes as he took in the sunlight. Then, he yearned loudly and rubbed his eyes. He took a deep breath and I felt his arm tense beneath me, then the tension left his body as he exhaled.

He turned to me and said, "Good morning, stud." He took a deep breath. "How did you sleep?" He asked.

"I slept great and much of that is thanks to you." I said softly.

He leaned in to kiss me, but I retreated, "What you don't like me anymore?" He asked with a smile.

"Well, I haven't brushed my teeth since Friday evening, and it is now Monday morning.I think it would be ill-advised, on your part, to kiss me." I said.

He smirked, took my head in his hands and pressed his moist lips against mine, and then attempted to push his tongue in my mouth, but I resisted.

He said, "Bad breath won't stop me from getting to what I want."

"You are so effing sexy." I exclaimed.

He smiled, "Effing?" He asked.

"Would you prefer that I said fucking?" I asked with a smile.

"No, I like you just the way you are. You can say what you like." He paused. "It is just refreshing to be around a good guy." He explained.

"I curse from time to time, but usually when I do people act surprised." I went on, "They say I don't need to curse, that it does not fit my character. I don't know if I am a good guy, or if I have just been type cast." I exclaimed.

"I think you are great, profanity or not." He said.

"Thank you." I paused. "I have really enjoyed my visit, but I really need to get home." I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I knew it wouldn't last forever.but I hope we can do this again, real soon." He said.

"Well, we are both off of work today.you have played the host to me the last two nights, let me play host to you. Pack an overnight and let's see if we are as compatible in a different environment." I smiled.

He smiled, "That sounds great."

We got dressed and Blake packed his bag, and we headed to my place. As we walked Blake took my hand. Initially, the hand holding didn't bother me. I mean we had held hands in public before and I had liked it, but that was at night and it was not in my neighborhood.

I entered into a frenzy. I began to think that someone would see, that people would find out I was gay. What would they say? Was I ready to answer their questions? Did I want people involved in this intimate part of my life?

Then, I heard someone call my name. It sounded like Marie. My stomach tightened and I felt a tingling sensation rush through my body. I pulled away from Blake's hand and turned around to face her.

Special thanks to: Michael, Bobby, and Arch, for their wonderful comments and encouragement. I really appreciate it.

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