Sleepy Days

Sleepy Days, Come No More

Chapter 4

I looked at Marie, smiled, and said, "Good morning Marie, and Happy New Year." I said calmly. "You remember my friend Blake; he was my date at your party Saturday night." I smiled.

Blake smirked, "Good morning Marie, and Happy New Year." He said.

Marie appeared a little stunned, "Good morning, and Happy New Year." She looked from me to Blake and then back to me. "I tried calling Saturday afternoon and evening, but there was no answer, so I went to your apartment Saturday evening to check on you, but you weren't home.so I'm glad to see you are well." She exclaimed. "You guys have a good day, Steven I'll call you later." She said.

"Sounds good." I said.

"I bet you two will have a lot to talk about." He grinned.

I reached out and took Blake by the hand, and we resumed our journey. Once we made it to my apartment Blake put away his things and we completed our morning hygiene together.

"How about a Spanish omelet and French toast?" I offered.

He smiled, "That sounds good, but I really need to go running, I haven't been since Friday." He paused. "So, how about toast and juice?" He asked.

"Sure, that is easy enough." I exclaimed.

"Would you like to run with me?" He smiled.

"Um-no, I really would not." I laughed, "But when you return, all smelly and sweaty," I ran my fingers through his hair, "I will get you all cleaned up and feed you a nice replenishing breakfast." I smirked.

"Will there be protein?" He asked flirtatiously.

"Yes, there will be eggs and ham." I thought about it and said, "Oh, you are being sexually inappropriate." I paused. "Now, at my job when a client is sexually inappropriate, there are serious consequences." I said in a serious voice.

He smiled, "What kind of consequences." He asked sheepishly.

"Well, if you don't behave I may be forced to prepare your omelet without cheese." I said sternly.

"No, not that." He said in a pleading voice, as he stepped closer to me.

I took a step forward, towards Blake, and said, "I don't want to punish you but there must be consequences, or there will be chaos." I said.

He leaned in and gingerly rubbed his nose against mine. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent into my body and sighed heavily. I lifted my arms from my sides and ran my hands across his chest and up his neck. Then, I gripped the back of his head and lowered it so I could kiss him. I pressed my lips against his and probed his mouth with my tongue. I kissed him as long as I could before we needed to breathe.

He lifted his head and told me, "I better go; I need to burn off some energy," he paused, "unless you have an alternate exercise for me to do." He said and bit his lip.

I looked in his eyes, "No you better go for your run. I would hate for you to get over heated." I exclaimed.

We stood there for a moment, with my hands about his neck and our bodies touching, as we breathed heavily. Then, he withdrew from my grasp, and said, "Okay, I will be back in about 50 minutes." He exclaimed.

I nodded and he headed out.

While, Blake was gone, I checked my emails and returned some phone calls. I did a load of laundry and washed the dishes. I had just turned on some music, when there was a knock on the door, it was Blake. He was drenched in sweat. The material of his wet shirt had become transparent and I could see his erect nipples pointing through. Beads of sweat rolled from his brow down the sides of his face. I stood there staring at him, when he said, "Are you going to let me in?" He smiled.

I stepped aside so he could enter. As he passed me, creating a slight breeze, a whiff of his scent passed through my nostrils. It was that same spicy-woody smell, but now it was more intense. It was heavier, more musky. The smell was so pungent that I could almost taste him. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, imaging what it would be like to taste him.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, I opened my eyes. "Where were you?" Blake asked.

"Just thinking of you.I am happy you're back." I said.

"Does that mean you're ready to clean me?" He said with a smirk.

"No, I trust that you can clean yourself. There are towels set out for you, and there is soap and shampoo in the shower." I explained.

"So, I have to shower all alone? I might get lonely or scared." He said softly.

"You may leave the door open, and if you get too scared just call out to me, and I will come to your aide as soon as possible." I said sweetly.

He smiled and walked toward the bathroom. I went to the kitchen and began to prepare a late breakfast. I cooked two Spanish omelets and whole grain toast. Shortly after I had finished cooking, Blake emerged from his shower, wearing a pair of boxer briefs.

"Something smells good." He exclaimed.

"Thank you. I hope it tastes good." I paused, "Mr. Mitchell, I laid some of your clothes out on the bed, did you not see them?" I grinned.

"I thought that this was the most appropriate choice." He said with a smirk.

"Mr. Mitchell, I don't know how you were reared but I find it highly inappropriate that you would strut around someone's home.in your undergarments. That is not acceptable conduct.it is scandalous." I exclaimed in a mortified voice.

"Well, Mr. Greene, I have never been reared, I usually do the rearing." He smirked.

We both laughed, and I said, "You are hopeless, but sexy."

We ate breakfast and washed the dishes. He read a book, while I worked on some reports. Then we watched a movie, but this time he chose. It was a German film, called The Lives of Others. After the movie we discussed the philosophical issues that were outlined in the film, we agreed on many things and agreed to disagree on others.

At some point Blake sat on the floor between my legs, as I sat on the sofa and combed his hair. It was getting late in the evening and we were both hungry, I suggested that we order a pizza, but Blake wanted something light, so he had a salad and I had left over stew.

After our respective meals, we played I spy. I know it sounds very adolescent but it was fun. Blake would pick the most inconspicuous things. Later, I ironed my work clothes for the week and Blake watched the world news.

Before we went to bed Blake did 100 crunches and 100 pushups. I lay at the foot of the bed and watched him, as his muscles tensed and relaxed beneath his skin. After, this physical feat I gave him a big round of applause and a kiss on the cheek. Then he toweled the sweat off of his body, removed his underwear, and climbed into bed.

I watched him as he settled into bed, and then said, "Are there any rules or conditions that you would like to clarify, Mr. Mitchell?" I asked.

He smiled, "Well the first condition is that you must remove these." He said while pulling at my briefs. "I sleep in the nude and it would make me very self-conscious if my handsome host did not do the same." He said meekly.

"Well, I wouldn't want to be a discourteous host.that would be unseemly." I grinned as I removed my underwear.

Blake took them from my hand and brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. "That is something I want to taste." He said with a smile.

I blushed, "Are you in the habit of sniffing the underpants of other men, Mr. Mitchell?" I asked.

"Only, when the guy is super hot," he smiled, "when there is a super hot guy that I like I can become quite a dirty boy." He laughed.

"Mr. Mitchell, you must learn how to control these.base urges. It is just appalling." I said sarcastically.

"Well, I guess you're going to have to civilize me baby." He exclaimed.

"That would be an extremely difficult task, and it would take some intensive work.but it has always been my policy to be involved in philanthropic efforts and this could be categorized as such." I smirked.

"Alright, that is enough." He said.

"I am sorry, you are absolutely right, this is no time for joking. You have just put on an amazing performance of physical strength and you desire a reward." I smiled.

"Really?" He smiled.

"Of course, what you need after all of that exercise is a full body massage. You need someone to run their hands across that tight, hard body." I said flirtatiously.

"Oh, you may be right my muscles do ache very badly." He said in a sad voice.

"Then come over here and lie on your stomach and let me take care of you." I tried to sound sexy but had to choke back the laughter.

Blake moved over to the center of the bed and lay on his stomach, and I took out a bottle of lotion from my night stand and climbed on to Blake's back. I massaged his shoulders and neck first. Then, I worked on his upper back. It felt so good to have my hands on Blake's body, my bare skin against his; to have him respond to my touch.

I moved further down his body until I was straddling his ass. I worked the middle of his back, and then dismounted him, so I could massage his lower back. Next I massaged his left side, from his ass cheek to his ankle. Then, I massaged his left arm and hand.

I climbed over Blake to get t o his right side. I massaged his right arm and hand. Then, I massaged his right side from ass cheek to ankle. I had Blake turn on to his back and I massaged each of his big, beautiful feet.

Then I squeezed some lotion into my palm and griped his hardening cock. Blake's eyes opened wide in surprise. My actions were surprising me too. I wanted to take him in my hands since the first time I had seen him, but to actually act on my desire.

I stroked his cock slowly, before long he was fully erect. I used my other hand to fondle his balls. He moaned deeply. I began to increase the speed and friction on his cock. Then I asked in my sexiest voice, "Do you like that baby?" He nodded yes, and he began to tweak his nipple.

I continued to work furiously on his cock, and he began to thrust into my hand. His balls began to tighten and drew nearer to his cock. His breathing was becoming ragged, so I increased the speed and pressure. His body tensed and his toes curled. Then, he closed his eyes and let out a deep throaty moan, and began to shoot rope after rope of thick creamy cum. His seed dripped from my hands and my face. There was cum on my arm and across his chest.

He kept his eyes closed, while his breath slowed. When he opened his eyes it took a few seconds for him to gain focus. I wiped his cum from my face, arm, and hands, and then I cleaned his crotch and chest with a towel.

I climbed onto Blake and sat my bare ass on his crotch. I looked him in his emerald eyes, "Did you like that Mr. Mitchell?" I said in a low husky voice.

He placed his hands around my hips and said, "That was awesome baby. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure." I said as I ran my fingers over his chest and into his armpit.

As I explored his armpit with my fingers, Blake began to laugh. "Are you ticklish?" I said with a smirk as I tickled his armpits with more vigor.

"Stop." Blake pleaded through his laughter.

"Not until you say the magic word." I demanded.

"Please." He said meekly.

"No, say uncle." I commanded.

"Never!" He exclaimed.

"Disobedience, is intolerable, you must be severely punished." I exclaimed.

Blake gave me a devilish smile and then flipped me on to my back, so that he hovered over my body in a pushup position. "You have been a terrible tyrant and now you must yield to the leader of the new r gime." He said.

I looked up into his eyes, and said, "Well, I hope the new r gime will adopt a policy of mercy and forgiveness." I smiled meekly.

"It is important, as a new leader, that I send out a strong message about tyranny. You must be held accountable for your actions." He said sternly.

"Certainly, there is something we can work out." I said in a low husky voice, as I ran my fingers across his cheek. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, as I caressed his face.

He opened his eyes and licked his lips. He was so sexy. He searched my eyes, I don't know what he was looking for but I welcomed his gaze. It felt like he was reading my mind, like there could be no secrets, like my eyes betrayed my every desire.

Just lying there beneath him, with my hand on his face, sent tremors down my spine. He was making me so hot. I wanted to consume him, to breathe him into my body. I released a shallow moan. Then, Blake leaned down and his hair brushed across my ears and neck, as he proceeded to press his lips against mine. He pushed into my mouth with his hot tongue and swept it from one side of my mouth to the next.

I felt dizzy and the room started to spin. I closed my eyes and in an instant my entire body went numb. It was as if I were weightless and floating. I couldn't breathe, I tried to break the kiss, but Blake wouldn't allow me to. Finally, I was able to wrestle from his charge.

We both gasped, desperately inhaling air. Then he resumed, kissing my neck, sucking my ear lopes and nipples. Exploring my armpits with his tongue. Then, he worked his body between my legs and started to grind his growing cock against mine. I wrapped my legs around his back. We began to move in synchronized motions, with Blake dictating the course.

Then, Blake reached over and grabbed the bottle of lotion from the night stand and poured some in his palm, then he rose up on his knees and took both of our cocks in his large hand and stroked us both at once.

I closed my eyes and continued to ride the wave of sensations that ran through my body. My skin was burning and I could feel the sweat collecting on my brow, as I writhed beneath him. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful. I couldn't take anymore, I felt my balls tighten and began to lose my breath.

Blake increased the speed and friction, I felt his cock pulsating through my own, my toes curled and I began to shoot as I was swept away by the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. Blake continued to stroke our cocks together, using my cum as lube. My eyes were still closed, but I could hear his ragged breathing, which was followed by a low guttural moan, as I felt rope after rope of hot cream cover my abdomen.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Blake, he was dripping sweat and his face was flushed red. He opened his eyes and looked down into mine. Then he kissed me on the forehead and collapsed onto my body. Our sweat and cum was the only thing that separated us. There was nothing said, our ragged breath and slowing heart beats were the only sounds that filled the room.

My head was still spinning from what just happened. I didn't know how I felt. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I woke early the next morning, with my head on Blake's chest. I slowly raised myself from the bed and went to the bathroom.

It was just past 4 am. I looked in the mirror and wiped my eyes. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Then I toileted and got into the shower. I stood under the nozzle and let the water run over my body. I washed the residue of Blake from my abdomen, and began to cry.

The morning had brought doubt and regret. I leaned against the wall to steady my shaking body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed to compose myself. I had to get ready for work and I needed to focus. I decided that I would deal with my feelings later.

I went back to the bedroom and put on my underwear and under shirt. While, I was doing this I heard, "Good morning stud." Blake said in a groggy voice.

I turned and looked at Blake, "Good morning Mr. Mitchell." I said warmly.

"How long have you been up?" He asked.

"About 45 minutes." I exclaimed.

"Were you in the shower?" He asked.

"Yes, I took care of all of my morning hygiene, the bathroom is all yours." I replied.

"Why didn't you wake me? We could have completed our hygiene together." He said.

"Well, it was still early, and you looked so peaceful," I paused, "I didn't want to disturb you." I Smiled.

He got out of bed and walked over to me, "You relieved all of my tension, so I slept like a baby." He said. Then, he kissed me on the lips and wrapped his strong arms around my back. As he held me I could feel his erect penis sticking into my stomach.

I withdrew from his grasp, and asked "Would you like some breakfast?"

"I think I will need to refuel, after that workout you gave me last night." He said, while stroking my face.

"Okay, I'll cook breakfast and you should do your hygiene." I suggested.

He nodded his head and we assumed our tasks. I served fruit parfait and whole grain toast. We ate and made small talk. Then we dressed and headed out to work. We sat next to one another on the bus and wished each other luck with our respective days.

Work went by swiftly, I had to evaluate medical records and document any anomalies. Then, Marie called me to ask if I was free for lunch, I knew that she would want to talk about Blake, but I decided it was best to confront the matter as soon as possible, so I agreed to lunch with her at the hospital.

She arrived with Chinese food. I greeted her and led the way to my work area and closed the door. We made small talk for a few minutes, and then I said, "So, you are curious about Blake?" I asked.

She smiled, "Yes. I am very curious?" She laughed.

"Well, I don't know.I like him. He is smart, gorgeous, and he has been very nice to me." I said.

"How long have you two been seeing each other? I mean one day I think you are a shy, single, straight guy, the next you are walking down the street hand and hand with some hunk." She exclaimed.

"I know, it.surprised me too. We have only been seeing each other for a few days, but it has been every day. We slept together the last three nights." I exclaimed.

"You have had intercourse with him?" She asked curiously.

"No. There has been no sex, but there has been real intimacy." I paused. "I mean he has held me in his arms and kissed my neck, it is just so much." I explained.

"So much?" She inquired.

"Listen, I have watched Blake on the bus for nearly a year. I have ogled him, and fantasized about being with him, and we spoke for the first time on Monday and I am lying naked in his arms on Saturday, it is too much." I exclaimed. "I would have never thought that I would behave like this, but honestly, when I'm with him, I just don't care." I confessed.

"Have you told anyone else?" She asked.

"No. It has all happened so fast." I paused. "Maybe that is an excuse, I mean the thing with Blake has happened really fast, but I have been attracted to men since I was playing with blocks and watching Big Bird." I took a deep breath and there was silence. "Honestly, I just didn't want to deal with it." I admitted.

"With the homophobia?" She asked.

"Of course that is part of it, but not the real issue." There was another pause. "I just don't want to be hurt. I don't want to open myself up to someone and have them hurt me. I have just been hurt too much already and I don't know if I can stand to be hurt again." I exclaimed.

"So, what are you going to do?" She asked in a concerned voice.

"Marie, I have no idea. I really like this guy. I think I might love him, but I am so inexperienced and so hungry, so desperate to be loved that I'm afraid my judgment is compromised. I can't trust myself and that scares me." I exclaimed. "I have followed a plan: I have a stable job, I am saving money, and I am totally self-sufficient. I want to go back to school this summer and being with someone, though it is my greatest desire, just was not a part of the plan." I said bluntly.

"It sounds like you really need time to think. I mean you are right relationships can end in hurt, but can you honestly say that you won't have regrets if you don't give it a try?" There was another long pause. "You are right things do seem to be moving fast, and if it is too fast for you than slow it down, but please don't abandon something that you really want out of fear, and use your `plan' as an excuse to be alone, because you can explore a relationship and still pursue your goals." She said sincerely.

We both sat there in complete silence. I was gestating the words that Marie had just spoken, as she sat there studying my face with those soothing brown eyes, and suddenly the phone rang and shattered the blanket of silence like a pane of glass.

I withdrew from my thoughts and answered the phone. It was a doctor inquiring about one of the patients I was working with. I searched my desktop for the information she wanted and emailed her a copy. I looked over at Marie, who was still studying my face and said, "Sorry, but my lunch break is almost over and this conversation has taken me outside of myself and I will need a few minutes alone to compose myself before my next meeting." I stood and walked towards Marie.

She stood and placed her hand against my face, "Steven, I have cared for you since the first time I met you." She smiled. "There is just something so innately decent and lovable about you, and I'm not the only person who believes that. All of our mutual friends have nothing but good things to say about you every time your name comes up. The only complaint is that we wish you would let us in." She said.

She continued, "So, it doesn't surprise me that Blake could care about you, even after one day, and it shouldn't surprise you either." She paused. "We have been in each other's lives for years now and I consider you one of my best friends. I love you and I hope you will think about what I said." She kissed me on the cheek, smiled and left the room.

I locked the door, closed the blinds, and turned off the light. I lay across the hard, carpeted floor, and closed my eyes. I laid there for 30 minutes. I tried to focus, but I couldn't think straight. I felt very confused and sick. I didn't know what I was going to do, and I was tired of thinking about it.

There was a knock on the door. I stood up and turned on the light. I took a deep breath and opened the door. It was my supervisor coming to collect some files; I gathered the files and handed them to him. Then, I resumed my work and prepared myself for my impending meeting.

Somehow I got through the remainder of my day. It was all a blur, the meeting, phone calls, and everything else. I didn't feel like being around anyone, so I took a taxi home. I was so relieved to be home. I stripped out of my clothes and took a shower.

I made myself a sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate, and then crawled into bed. I checked my phone and saw that I had two missed calls and a text from Blake. The text asked was everything okay and if I wanted to have dinner together.

I decided to call Blake. The phone rang twice, "Hey, stud." He said.

"Hey, Blake, I got your text." I paused. "You know I have a lot of things I want to take care of today and I don't think that will be an option." I exclaimed.

"Oh, well, that is too bad I really wanted to see you tonight." He said disappointedly. "Maybe we can get together tomorrow?"

"Blake, I have really enjoyed our time together, but I am going to be so busy with work for the next few days, that I don't know when we will be able to get together. I'm sorry." I exclaimed.

"Well, if you are busy, you are busy. I hope that is it and that there isn't any other problem." He said sincerely.

"Blake, you are great and I like you very much, but I just need to focus on my work and get some things in order. Once, everything gets settled we will see." I said softly.

"Okay Mr. Greene, I understand." He said.

"Well, thanks for thinking of me and you have a good evening." I exclaimed.

"Goodbye, Steve."

The next day I left for work early to avoid running into Blake. When I got to work I volunteered to work 12 extra shifts. Over the next two weeks I worked 16 hour shifts almost every day. When I wasn't at work I was in bed. I avoided Blake as much as possible and when we did speak I told him I was tired from work, which was true.

Then one day I had missed the early bus and was forced to ride the bus with Blake. He signaled for me to sit next to him and I complied. He put his hand on my knee and said, "What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You have been avoiding me." He said sharply.

"Blake, I told you I have been really swamped at work. I worked over 100 hours last week alone." I said.

"So your job is forcing you to work these types of hours?" He asked.

"No, I volunteered, but," I said.

"But, what?" He interrupted.

"Well, if you would let me speak free from interruption, maybe I could explain. I don't know why you are so upset; I am not trying to upset you." I said nervously.

"So, the fact that you have been avoiding me for the last two weeks shouldn't upset me?" He asked pointedly.

"Blake this is not the place or time for this discussion. We can talk later." I paused. "Um I'm off in a couple of days we can talk then." I suggested.

"Well, I'm glad you could pencil me in." He said dryly.

We didn't speak for the rest of my time on the bus. I avoided looking at him. Once I arrived at work I went about my daily routine. About 2 hours in to my shift I received a phone call informing me that there was someone who was requesting me. I headed out to the reception area to find Blake.

Special thanks to Willi for his wonderful comments and encouragement.

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