By this point you've probably read the first few chapters and therefore you know the disclaimers.
I will try to carry on writing a chapter every week but it may be a bit irregular as life is a little crazy right now. Any ways lets crack on shall we...?
From Part 5:
So naturally I followed only to find my mum with my little brother turning and facing me with Milo's hand clasped in mine.
"Get your hand off my son" my mum wailed at Milo striding up to him and getting in his face.
"Get away from my boyfriend" I shouted back at her as I pushed her off.
And the look in her eyes let me know that all hell was about to break loose.
Part 6:
Christmas decorations adorned the room I was standing in. Funny how you notice the oddest things when in bad situations. My mothers shocked glare focused on me with the occasional shot of disgust at Milo. Whilst she was doing that I couldn't help but smile inside at the irony of the situation. In a room that screams Christmas with the lights, the tree, the advent calendars, the presents and the other entire generic commercial stuff that you find at Christmas. That one time of year when everyone comes together as a family. Yet here we stood my dad looking at my mother and brother furiously, my little brother looking down at me and Milo and surprisingly dad. God only knows were he gets the balls for that I thought. Mother dearest shot her usual glares whilst ignoring the little shit and me, trying my hardest not to scream at her. Alas the bomb went off but not from me or mum or even dad. The little wanker still thought he had jurisdiction. Should be funny.
"Why are you just standing there mum get the freaks out the house" he spoke up as though he was in charge. We had never been beat by either of our parents when we were brought up sure we were shit scared of dad so we did what he said and all mum had to do was threaten dads involvement and we did things for her. So imagine my surprise when my mother turned round and slapped him across the face.
"He is not a freak he just needs to be cured that is all, there's nothing wrong with him its just like he's got the flu is all" she said stuttering it out knowing that what she was saying was a lie yet she still tried to convince herself it wasn't. I loved her for standing up to the little shit but I hated her for calling me a disease because being gay is a part of who I am so therefore a part of me is diseased in my mother's eyes.
"I am not a disease and I am not a freak" I said with conviction felling Milo's hand squeeze mine after the words left my lips.
"Your just confused son this demon inside you must be banished and it doesn't help with you being around others that are cursed like you are" she said to me still trying to argue her case. Yet I could see it in her eyes, the fear the fear of knowing that she was going to lose.
"He is not cursed or afflicted; he is not diseased or damned." Spoke out the strong voice. The voice that didn't come from my father, the voice that came from my lover.
"I will not listen to you, you have no right to talk to me" my mother briskly replied to him clearly annoyed that he had spoke out in my defence.
"I think you should leave" my dad repeated to my mother. His face was slowly starting to show the rage he was trying to keep down although he was obviously starting to lose control.
"Don't worry I'm going to leave this house of sin before the demons in them affect my pure son" she snapped angrily at my dad "when your ready to be cured of the demon ill help you" my mother said as she walked by me her other more 'pure' son trailing after her with his face in a nasty sneer as he passed me and my Milo his face directed to our connected hands. He wasn't just disgusted at the physical side of things I think it was the knowledge that this big hulking man and me were together connected through our hands on a deeper level than the physical.
As soon as the front door was slammed shut by my little brother my dad slumped / collapsed on his armchair, he looked exhausted. "I need a drink or a workout" he said more to himself than us. "Alright son, get settled I'm going to the gym for a bit I need to vent my stress" he said to me standing up and moving towards the stairs, no doubt to get changed.
"Ok that's fine I understand how stressful this must be for you, I'm so sorry" I said to him as dark thoughts quickly re-entered my heads after all his marriage and his relationship with his youngest son had just crumpled due to me.
"Hey you've got nothing to apologise for, me and your mum have had it rocky for awhile now and this was the final straw" he said quickly noticing the way my head started to incline towards the floor. "Now I'm going to run and get changed and then ill get some stress out my system and there is money on the side in the kitchen so you can order a pizza or something" he followed as he went upstairs.
I turned towards Milo after my dad had went out of sight and found an impish grin on his face one that told me everything. "Yes we will" I said to him noticing his smile turn to a grin instantaneously after I said it.
"Doesn't he realise we are two horny young guys who want to `seal the deal'?" he asked to which I replied;
"Babe I don't think my dad could really cope with what's going on at the minute let alone trying to cope with even the thought of his son with a man in an .... intimate way".
My dad shortly after left the house leaving me to lead Milo up the stairs by hand. Dad may have left money for us to order a takeaway but there was only one thing I wanted to get my mouth on this very moment. Although I have no experience whatsoever aside from on very bad experience when I was younger.
"Are you sure about this Ryan, I mean we only got together this morning" Milo said to me putting his hand on my chest just before we entered my room at the top of the house. "I don't want you to feel intimidated or pressured into this by me" he said clearly showing his care and concern for me something that I vowed mentally never to take for granted something I had seen my mother do over the years.
"Milo I'm ready for this, well some things, but we may be official since this morning however I have wanted you for years and from what I've heard from Scar you've wanted me just as much" I reassured him.
Those were all the words we needed between each other.
We stepped into my room. A bright vibrant, earthy green was the colour of my walls and the room was mostly bare. A desk with a laptop directly opposite the door and the double bed just to the left. He quickly grabbed my hands and pinned them on the wall to my right and furiously and aggressively attacked my neck with his mouth scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh biting softly and hard alternating between the two he carried on before loosening his grip and with what little strength I had couple with the slippyness of the wooden floor I spun him round and pinned him. My turn. I tried to copy his movement except I bit harder on his shoulders feeling and hearing his moans each time I bit down with more power each time as the groans increased. I started to move my way to the middle of his neck sucking and licking on his Adams apple which caused another set of groans to rumble through his chest vibrating mine in the process. I jumped the gap between his neck and his lips and pressed into them with the same fiery passion he showed me. I wriggled my tongue into his mouth exploring, tasting and wrestling with his tongue for control a fight which he won. I stopped and looked into his eyes, eyes which glistened in the light streaming in through the blinds. I pulled away from him and moved to close the blinds except when I started to close them he pushed me aside and opened them again. Then he tackled me onto the bed.
He pinned me onto the bed something that I was strangely happy with as it wasn't a loss of control more of a sign of protection. I had to find a silver lining to being pinned down besides it might be ever so slightly hot. He went for my neck again sucking and biting on the now even more sensitive flesh pressing his now solid lump of man meat into mine. Our hard cocks rubbed together as we moved backwards and forwards and rolled around as he granted me the chance to be on top of him, something which I revelled in.
Whilst I was on top of him he started to pull his t-shirt throwing the red bit of fabric that had stopped me fro fully enjoying what I had before me. I think I'm just going to hate any clothes he wears no matter how good he looks in them they will always look better on my bedroom floor no matter what. His chest was not what I had expected, it was better. I sat on his crotch looking down at his hairy chest spreading over his upper chest thinning out near the edges and his muscley stomach was a mass of hair tin enough to see the skin and the well defined six pack yet dense enough to run my fingers through. I couldn't stop running my fingers through his hair on his chair and as much as I wanted to bury my face in his chest I also needed him to see me. He started to pull my t-shirt up my body and I lifted it over my head and smiled slightly as I heard his take in breath and the low whistle that followed shortly after. I just sat there for a minute grinding my ass into his crotch as he looked over my tight, smooth torso with only the lightest blond hair dusted over it which were only visible when sunlight streamed on them, which was what was happening right now as the sun streamed through my window. As I continued to touch his hairy body his hand could no longer stay on the bead and came to move briskly over my stomach.
I couldn't help it any more and had to dive into his chest arching trying to find his nipples knowing all to well what sort of response they can bring to a person. I was so excited about this until I heard him gasp. My shoulders are littered with scars from acne when I was younger. I had been treated and they had healed and gone back to a normal colour however you could still notice them. I started to pull away however my head was quickly pulled back down to his chest and directly on to his right nipple which after realising what I now had in my mouth I sharply flicked with my tongue over it as Milo's hands ran up and down my back and slowly pushing my jeans off on every downward stroke. I decided to bite on his nipple a bit and heard him take in a breath through his teeth and felt him harden beneath my ass. Now it getting interesting I thought to myself.
Milo now had both hands don my ass cheeks with my jeans just below my ass line. He lifted me from his lap onto his stomach and he pulled his trousers. As soon as I realised what he was doing I stopped attacking his chest and turned to watch as inch after inch of his powerful, strong, hairy legs came into view and more importantly the throbbing meat that strained to get out of a tight pair of dark blue boxers something that looked about eight inches at a guess. Although its not the size of the pen that matters its how well you write with it. I wanted to feel his naked legs intertwined with mine so I returned to his nipple after enjoying the show and slowly rolled off him whilst twisting my neck to keep his nipple in my mouth. I started to pull them off quickly but slowed and did it slowly after I noticed the muscles in his chest moving, twisting trying to get a better view of me, a view I was all too happy to give.
I climbed back on top of him now wearing only a pair of red boxers with my dick straining to get out, straining to be freed of its fabric prison. I laid out on top of him intertwining our legs feeling the heat in the air and our body warmth heat each other to the extremes. Our mouths collided as the sweat rolled off our body slicking us up as we rubbed against each other. I felt his dick getting free and realised he was pulling his pants down and then I also noticed mine falling off me as he pulled mine off at the same time.
He grabbed me by the ass taking full liberty to squeeze all he wanted and god did I love it. His fingers ran over my crack playing around by pushing against it but not pushing it in until he pushed me off him. I was shocked at first until I felt his dick at my ass as a wave of panic swept through me. I was on all fours and he was stronger but I trusted him not to hurt me and was relieved when I felt him kissing the back of my neck and slowly started to kiss his way down my spine stopping for a few brief seconds on each plate. He reached the top of my ass and stopped hesitating unsure of whether I wanted this I'm guessing until I turned around and frantically nodded. Ravaged. His bury his face and I experienced a whole new type of feeling the small jolts of lightning people talk about is the perfect definition as the sparks raced up my spine and down my thighs. He kept going until I put my hand on his head and stopped him. He stayed in position about to leave his lips a question that I answered for him by getting behind him. I repeated what he did to me and started at his neck and moved slowly yet quicker than him to my prize. I stopped just before I did it. It wasn't a hesitation just an admiration of the hairy ass before me that belonged to the man of my dreams and that I was going to do something that had fuelled god only knows how many gallons of cum to shoot from my body.
I dove in going for the gold. It was like different place that musky smell that just radiated pure man the sweat rolled down into it as well and made it so much sweeter. I flicked my tongue out and licked the hole pushing and swirling knowing that I was doing something right as I was getting enough moans of pleasure to tell me I was. His body jerked under my grip on his hips as I tried to get in deeper.
I couldn't help it any longer and so I stopped and knocked him over until he was lying on his back he was once again confused by what I was doing and as he was about to question me I answered him by putting the head of his dick in my mouth. The same musky smell rolled off his crotch as I pushed my tongue around the head gently teasing his foreskin with my teeth and gently scraping my teeth over his sensitive head eliciting a moan from his lips and such pleasure through him that he shot up to sitting position as though he had a cramp before sitting back down again. I continued to play with the head whilst try to get more in my mouth although my gag reflex kicked and stopped me from going any further. Milo started stroking my head with his hands as I started using my hands to roll his balls in one and to work the rest of the shaft with the other. I felt his stroking get rougher and faster and noticed him starting to thrust his hips upwards into my mouth.
"RYAN!!!!!"He roared at the top of his lungs as I felt his ball shoot up wards out of my hands and his dick swell as his cum shot into my mouth. I had never ate cum before in my life but the thought of it turned me on so much so as I was gulping down his thick, salty goo rolling it on my tongue before swallowing I reached down and started to jack off as quick as I could as I felt more cum oozing out of his cock. I frantically brought myself to orgasm feeling my ass sphincters spasm and by balls tighten as I blew my load over his hairy thigh as I swallowed the last of his cum.
He was still panting as I licked the last few drops of his seed from the sides of my mouth and I climbed myself up hi body until I myself collapsed chest to chest head to head. I wasn't liking the after taste but it pleased him and that's all that matters. I'd do it again.
"Wow" was the only words that left his lips as we lay together me on top of him panting, sweating still feeling the after effects of the orgasms we both had. Just being together.
"Right lets go shower" I said noticing him growing again. A man with stamina and a high sex drive, my kinda guy. As soon as I said it he bounded up to me at the door and wrapped his arms around me. Both naked I opened the door and we both waddled out of the room.
At first I noticed the suitcase then I noticed my mother arguing with my dad.
"...You can keep him" was all I heard before she picked up her suitcase and turned my dad turning with her. Both saw me completely naked dripping in sweat with my lumbering muscled beast of a man behind me in all his glory.
"Abomination" she screamed as she stormed past me tears flowing down her face. Leaving me and Milo with my dad who suddenly fainted. His face hit the carpet with a thud and all I could do was stand there in shock.
Well I hope it was hot enough for you and I hope that it is enough of a cliff-hanger to keep you coming back and once again if you've got a spare moment drop me a line or two at reece_108@live.co.uk as its the e-mails that keep me going
Reece