Paul and David Redux Chapter Two
In bed, late into the evening, Paul was holding David; he had a wistful smile and said "I may have been jumping the gun when I was worrying about the kids and their marriages."
"You? Worrying? Jumping the gun? Never!" David chortled.
Paul playfully punched his husband's arm, and kissed him; David asked "Is this goodnight?"
"Oh, no sir!" And with that, Paul reached for David's marvelous cock, and the fun began. Paul was not the bashful farm boy he might appear to others, in fact he was always an eager sex partner for David. It was amazing, David reminisced, that this funny, studious, smart, and very cute farmer/lawyer could have such a range of sexual energy.
Paul immediately began sucking David's cock, and although it was not a monster, but plenty satisfying to Paul, even though he had only himself to compare it to; David responded by bucking his hips up into Paul's mouth, as both of them enjoyed the chance to be alone, not surrounded by chores, family, business, or other worldly concerns.
Within a couple of minutes, David's breathing pattern told Paul it was time to either bring his husband to a quick climax or jump on board that pretty pony and go for the ride; that is exactly what Paul did, using only his saliva as lube, and kneeling over David, took the cock he loved and enjoyed into his ass, sliding down on it with one swift thrust.
Catching his breath, Paul waited a moment before he began rocking up and down, enjoying the favorite combination of pleasure and pain he always elicited from David, whose cock was long enough to provide marvelous stimulation to Paul's prostate and thick enough to satisfy Paul's need for girth.
Paul's rhythmic thrusts up and down on the cock he adored drew gasps from David, and they soon enjoyed the massive cum inside Paul spurting from David's cock, soon followed by Paul's own shots of hot cum on David's chest.
After cleaning up, checking their cell phones for any late messages, and kissing goodnight, the two former Mormon missionaries were fast asleep: Paul's head was lying gently on David's chest, and David's arm was around Paul's shoulders.
Not much had changed since the night they first rescued each other from the blizzard in the mountains of Japan, except the greying of their hair.
(For the background story of Paul and David as Mormon missionaries, read "Wilfred" in Nifty's `Beginnings' section.)
It was late morning when they had showered, had a light breakfast of fruit and toast, and checked out of the hotel and headed further south along the coast. Approaching Santa Barbara, Paul mentioned that some of the most expensive farm country in California was in this region; it was not simply beautiful, it was bountiful, fruitful, and world-famous.
David suggested they stop in Santa Barbara for a night; Paul said he would phone Peter to let them know what their plans were, and they would probably be in Malibu by late afternoon the next day.
During the drive through Santa Barbara to find a hotel near the beach, Paul asked David "Do you ever think about us?"
David was stymied by the question; "I think about you every day, what do you mean?"
"Well, I mean, who we are, who we really are, what we are, our history, where we have been and what we have done with our lives, because we certainly are not those two green Mormon boys in central Japan anymore, do you agree?"
"Of course, I am forced to agree, because here we are nearly ready to retire, having spent most of our lives together, raising a family, now with grandkids, excellent careers behind us, is that what you are hinting at?"
"Yes, somewhat, but the heart of the matter is, here we are two gay men, two gay Mormons, bound together not just by our love but also by our wedding vows and our commitment to our kids, but in reality, are we truly Mormons anymore?"
"I suppose not if by that do you mean do we observe all of the church's standards and rules, but on the other hand, we have never abandoned our commitment to the virtues of the marriage we enjoy and the ways in which we negotiate the world. Is that sort of what you mean?"
"Essentially, yes; it also has made me wonder if somehow you, David, could have done far better with another partner, another lover," at which point he drifted off, and noticed that David was staring at him and not paying attention to the traffic.
Quickly parking the car, David said "Listen to me, Mister Campbell, Paul Wilford Campbell, attorney at law and farming corporation general manager and advisor to the legislature on agriculture and water, I have never met nor do I ever expect to meet, anyone in this crowded universe with your talents, your intelligence, your commitment, your love, your professionalism, and your amazing viewpoint of the universe. So, stop, please, stop imagining that we are going to disappoint each other or find a way to hurt each other. I will never stop loving you.
"If you remember that trip over the holidays I took from Utah to fly down to Sacramento to see you, and stayed with your family, right after we both got home from our mission, I told you I wanted time to learn to love you and make you happy, and you have given me that time, and I could never be happier than I am right now. So do I have to throw you down on the beach right over there and prove it to you by making mad passionate love to you here in the noon-day sun?"
Paul was laughing, and crying, and David grabbed him and hugged him fiercely, and said "Let's find a place to check in for the night because I have a feeling I owe you a lot of hugs and loves to drive away whatever those demons are that gave you those negative imaginings."
Paul suggested "How about that hotel where Joaquin got married, I think it is called the Hotel California?"
"Close, that's a song from the Eagles back in 1977; I think the hotel is the Californian."
"Do you think I am high maintenance?" Paul asked.
David almost stopped breathing; "No, absolutely not, and that phrase, which originated with a Billy Crystal movie `When Harry Met Sally', did no favors to Meg Ryan or any other woman in America. No, in no way I can think of, are you high maintenance, in fact, you do more for us as a couple and for our kids than anyone."
Immediately after checking in at the grand old Spanish colonial hotel, Paul was eager to get his husband into their room, so he could start on a plan he had for reviving their sexual agenda. He had said nothing to David about this, and wanted the new sexual tricks he had been studying to be a surprise.
As soon as David had handed a tip to the bellboy and the luggage was dropped, Paul grabbed him and kissed him, face, neck, ears, forehead, chin, and lips.
He then began unbuttoning David's belt and pants, and pulling his polo shirt over his shoulders and head. Soon, they were both standing in the exquisite room naked, and Paul breathed a long sigh; "What's wrong?" David asked.
"Nothing is wrong, everything is right, in fact almost perfect."
Paul knelt in front of David and took his eight soft inches into his mouth and began enjoying his next-to-favorite sexual pastime, slurping on the thick schlong which he thanked God every day he had married. David's unintelligible muttering alerted Paul that he was on the right track, and he quickly got up and steered David to the bed. Pushing him gently down onto the bed on his back, Paul made sure David's cock was now fully erect, and he continued sucking it for just a few more strokes before slathering it, in 69-position, with their favorite lube.
Hoisting himself onto the bed, Paul straddled David's legs and found his own hole with his left hand and guided David's cock into it with his right hand, slamming straight down the length of it and impaling himself on the rigid cock. David gasped, having expected a slow beginning, but after all, this middle-of-the-day sex was something that had rarely happened in Sacramento, so David was not about to begin questioning anything just yet.
In a few minutes, Paul was breathing heavily which David knew was a sign his husband was about to shoot his load of cum; instead of doing that, however, Paul pulled himself off of David's cock and lay next to David in a 69 position, and grabbed David's cock and began sucking it again. David followed the prompt from Paul, and took his husband's 6 inch cock into his own mouth, savoring the pre-cum oozing from the tip.
Paul soon felt his cum about to erupt, but he did not want to stop the show; he had plans to surprise and delight his husband. He pulled his cock out of David's mouth, and gently pushed David's hip so that he was rolled away from Paul, exposing his asshole. Paul quickly pushed David's top leg up toward his chest, and dove into the hairy crevice that hid his puckered sphincter; Paul had heard of glory holes but this was the most glorious, to him.
He dove into the hole with his tongue, shoving it in as far as he could, licking and sucking and enjoying the moaning from David that his tongue elicited. This was brand new to both of them: David had never had his hole assaulted by Paul's tongue, rather he had only admitted Paul's fingers or cock in all the years they had been married. He was burning with wonder about what journey Paul was on, but David was enjoying it immensely.
Soon, Paul shoved his hard cock into that same hole; he did not announce his intent beforehand, and caught David completely unaware of his motives. David gasped, not at the length, girth, or aggression, but at the surprise of having a cock thrown into his asshole without warning. He was actually enjoying this "new" Paul, this sex partner who was being slowly unwrapped from the Mormon farm boy into a `rent boy' style aggressive gay escort. Neither David nor Paul had ever had any other sex partners than just the two of them, so this was all new landscape for both.
Paul pounded David's ass with vigor, giving no mercy, making no attempt at romance, but continued fucking that hole like it was his last chance. "Fucking" was not a word they had ever used; they still retained the patina of Mormon cultural gentility over their marriage, and spoke of their sex life in very euphemistic language. But this assault on David's hole was truly fucking, and they both knew it.
Within a couple of minutes, Paul was again pronouncing his nearing climax by his labored breathing, and David assumed the assault on his ass was coming to an end, and he looked forward to being flooded with Paul's cum. Instead, Paul pulled his hard six inches out of David's ass and rolled David onto his back, and straddling his chest, pointed his cock at David's face and jacked himself into an orgasm, dropping a load of cum on David's face.
This, too, was brand new territory for both of them: orgasms for them both had always been "discreet", individual, semi-private, and merely a biproduct of the act. But today was about fucking and among the things being fucked, including David's asshole, was the entire concept of Mormon cultural gentility.
At the swift conclusion of Paul's orgasm, now splattered across David's face, Paul relaxed and lay down on David's chest, breathing hard, listening to David's heart pounding in his chest. He also realized that David was still hard, his eight inches throbbing, so he shifted his attention to grasping the cock he called "the monster" with his lips and vigorously sucked David until he was rewarded with a mouthful of hot Branson cum.
The shock to David was real; this, again, was new territory. Neither of them had ever swallowed cum, and David had no idea what it tasted like or if Paul enjoyed it or if this was just another of the surprises his "new" husband had in store.
Paul gasped after swallowing the mouthful of cum, some of it dripping from the corner of his mouth; David looked at Paul in a very questioning manner, and wanted to smile but was waiting for Paul to express some type of reaction, whether shock or annoyance or wonder or joy, but truly this moment needed some denouement before they could go forward.
Wiping his lips, Paul pronounced "Well, that was great; are you ready to go for Round Two?"
David snickered; "How about this: let's shower, and then order room-service breakfast, and then maybe we can think about Round Two, and by the way, clearly, we need to inform the front desk that we are staying an additional night."