Zack and Jay
Chapter 9
Author: Lone Wolf
Author's note: I would like to dedicate this chapter to MLF, one of my readers. He has leukemia and will be starting chemotherapy soon. I hope you get better, and hope my story helps you through this tough time in your life. Lone Wolf
I'm awakened by Shawn whining, not really crying yet, but getting there. I get up, grab my robe and take him down stairs to make a bottle. While sitting in the dimly lit living room I hear someone come down the stairs. I turn and see Jay coming towards us.
He says, "I missed you. Why didn't you bring him back to bed and feed him there?"
"I didn't want to disturb you." I say. He sits down on the couch next to me and puts his arm around me. He places his head on my shoulder, and watches Shawn eat. I feel closer to him right this minute than I ever have, I can feel his love for both of us. Almost like it is permeating from every one of his pores. "I love you." I tell him.
"I love you, too." He whispers, turns and kisses me. I feel my cock grow just from his kiss. I spread my legs a little and my robe falls open. He looks down at my quickly growing cock and places his hand in my crotch. His touch is gentle and loving, but I feel a surge of energy pass from him to me and I become rock hard. While I finish feeding Shawn, he gets down on his knees between my feet and starts to suck my dick. I slide my ass out to the edge of the cushion so he has better access to my throbbing cock.
He repeatedly deep throats me, almost making me cum. I pull away from him and say, "You have to stop; we're in the living room. I know my parents wouldn't walk into our room when the door is closed without one of us telling them to come in. But somebody could walk in here at anytime. Let me take Shawn back to his room and we can finish in bed."
Reluctantly, he gets up and sticks out his hand. I take it and he just about lifts me off the couch. He gives me a kiss and we head back up stairs. He goes into our room and I take Shawn back to his and quickly change his diaper and put him in his crib. When I get back to our room Jay is laying in bed naked. He is rock hard; and I can't believe how much I want him. I crawl into bed and start sucking his cock. I blow him to just before he is about to cum and stop.
I move up the bed and kiss him. He sits up and gently pushes me back onto the bed. He moves around and starts sucking my cock again. As soon as his lips touch my dick I feel that same tingling in my cock as I do when he kisses me. He sucks and sucks my cock; it feels like he is trying to suck my prostate out of my dick. 'God it feels so good. He is getting really good at giving head.' I think to myself almost ready to blow my load in his mouth. Then he stops again. In my frustration of being so close and then deprived of the release for the second time I reach down and start jacking my cock.
He pushes my hand away, gets up on his knees by my side and pushes his cock towards my mouth. I take it in and suck as much of it down my throat as I can at this angle. After a few minutes he moans loudly. I pull off him and remind him, "Your parents are down stairs in the guest bedroom, and my parents are just down the hall. You have to be quiet."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. This feels so good." He says. I start sucking him off again and after a few more minutes he moans even louder. I shush him and turn a little in the bed so I can suck him better, and deep throat his cock. He yells, "I'm gonna cum." I don't even try to quiet him this time. I suck as hard and long as I can on his cock and with his first shot into my mouth he just about screams, "I'm cumming." I take as much of his load into my mouth as I can. He just shoots so much; I can't help but let it run out of my mouth and down my neck.
After a few minutes he recovers and moves back down to my cock. He sucks me all the way down his throat and a loud moan escapes me. I'm lost in the passion of the blow job. I forget where we are, and let out a very loud moan as he sucks me to orgasm. I yell, "Oh, my God!" as I fill his mouth with my cum. I feel jet after jet of cum leaving my cock and shooting into the back of his mouth. I hear him gag on the shear volume of cum I'm shooting. He has to pull off of me to swallow, but takes my cock right back in his warm mouth and holds me there while I finish. I moan loudly one last time as I come down from the high of the orgasm. He licks me clean and moves up to me and licks his cum from my face and neck into my mouth.
He finally has me cleaned up and kisses me. We lay in each others arms and kiss; recovering from the best blow jobs we have ever gotten. We fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
I'm awoken in the morning by a knock on the door. I quickly grab the blankets and through them over us and say, "Come in."
Mom comes into my room and says, "Zack, Jay we need to talk."
I shake Jay awake and then say, "Mom what's the matter?"
"I know you two are in love, but can you do me and your father a favor?" She asks.
"Anything; just name it." I tell her.
"When you guys are making love; can you keep the noise down?" She says.
"You heard us?" Jay asks.
"I think the neighbors could hear you." She says, smiling.
"Mom, we're sorry. We will try to keep it down from now on. I know we got carried away last night, it'll never happen again." I tell her.
"Zack, there is nothing to be sorry for. Your father and I understand what it means to be in love and the want to show your love how you feel about them. That is a natural thing. And to be completely honest with you, it's not the first time I've heard you having sex. I used to hear you and Josh all the time. I never told you, because I didn't want you to become embarrassed. And try to hide the fact you guys were having sex and end up doing something, somewhere else, and getting caught and possibly in trouble. Like I said I know what it's like. I just need you guys to keep it down while you're here." She lovingly tells us.
"We will try, Mom." Jay says.
With tears in her eyes she moves towards him and gives him a kiss on the cheek, and says, "Thank you, Jay. You have no idea how you calling me Mom makes me feel. I love you guys."
"We love you, too." Jay and I say at the same time. She leaves and closes the door on her way out.
"You just made her day." I tell Jay. "That was a really nice thing to say."
"I'm in love with her son, we are married, and I love your parents almost as much as I love my own. She's my mother-in-law; what else am I going to call her?" He asks.
Ignoring his question; I pull him to me and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. We make out for a while then get up and go take a shower together. After showering we head down stairs.
Dad is sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper and having a cup of coffee. He looks at us as we walk into the kitchen, "Somebody got lucky last night!" He says with a huge smile on his face. "And if I heard correctly it was more than one somebody."
"Dad!" is all I can manage to say in my embarrassment.
"Zack there is nothing to be embarrassed about. What you guys did last night is natural. I think; unless you were doing something perverted." He says with an evil grin on his face.
"Alright, I'm not having this conversation with my father; especially considering Jay and I are married." I tell him, get up and give him a huge and kiss on the cheek. I know he is just picking on us.
"I'm sorry." He says, and gives me and Jay both kisses and tells us he loves us before heading out for work.
After he leaves Jay says to me, "Well, this has been an interesting morning." And he laughs. Then adds, "I'm sorry I got a little carried away last night."
"Just don't let it happen again while we are here." I tell him sternly. "At school, you can make all the noise you want. I don't care if our neighbors hear. If they hear enough of us making love, maybe we won't have to listen to them argue. Maybe they'll get the hint and start making love not war."
"Hopefully!" He says. I hear Shawn crying and head up to get him as Jay's parents come into the kitchen. I tell them good morning and run up the stairs to get Shawn. Mom is coming from his room as I walk down the hall. She hands him to me and goes back to her and Dad's room to get ready for work. I take Shawn down stairs and feed him his breakfast cereal. He still isn't used to eating off of a spoon yet, but he tries. I think he ends up wearing more of the cereal than he gets into his stomach. It's actually funny watching him try to suck the cereal off the spoon.
Jay's parents head back to the guest room to get dressed after they have eaten breakfast. When they are gone I ask Jay, "Did they hear us, too?"
"If they did, they didn't say anything. And to be completely honest, I don't think they would have said anything even if they did hear us." He replies.
"Great!" is all I can say through my embarrassment. My parents have had years getting used to the idea that I am gay. Jay's have only had nine months. Now in an unfamiliar place they probably hear their son making love to another guy; just what I need, his parents to hate me.
Mom comes into the kitchen and gets herself a cup of coffee and sits down next to me at the table. We chat while she eats a plate of eggs and bacon and a couple pieces of toast. She doesn't mention us waking them up again, thank God. She then leaves for work, leaving us with Jay's parents. We ask them what they want to do today, and they say; they don't want to do anything except get to know me better. I tell them that would be great and to ask anything.
They ask a bunch of questions and I answer them the best I can. It is still hard sometimes to talk about myself. But I think I do a good job. Jay offers a little more information when he can to help out. But the day goes great, they never once mention that they had heard us last night, but I think they did. Two almost seventy year old people hear their twenty-one year old son getting a blow job from his almost nineteen year old husband. What a vacation they must be having.
We spend the whole day talking; around one I ask them what they would like to eat for their last night here. They say they really don't care. So we leave Shawn with them and Jay and I run to the store to pick up some things so we can make them a special dinner. On the way I ask Jay what they would like, trying to plan out what we'll need at the store. He says that they'll eat just about anything, and they'll probably love anything, as long as it's hot. No help there. We walk around the store looking for something special to make them. I finally decide on New York strip steaks, coleslaw, a couple vegetables and home made French fries for Jay.
We head back home and I start making the coleslaw, cutting the cabbage into chunks and running it through the food processor. I peel a couple of carrots, shred them, and mix them into the cabbage. I make a homemade sauce from a recipe that used to be my grandmothers and pour it over the cabbage and carrots. Then put it into the fridge to marinate. I make a dry rub from ground black pepper, a few spices, and meat tenderizer and rub it into the steaks and put them into the fridge to soak in the flavor of the spices and pepper.
Around five thirty I start washing and cutting the potatoes for the french fries. Jay comes in and asks if I need any help. I tell him, "No, go spend time with your parents." He gives me a kiss, thanks me, and heads back into the living room. I get the deep fryer out when I have all the potatoes washed and cut and start cooking them around quarter after six. When my parents get home Dad cooks the steaks on the grill and I heat up the vegetables. We all sit down and eat. Shawn sitting in his highchair, between Jay and me, is chewing on a teething biscuit. He is so damn cute smearing the gooey paste of the biscuit all over his face.
After dinner I take him upstairs and give him a bath. He just loves baths. Laying there kicking his feet and splashing water every where. He has remnants of the teething biscuit in his hair, smeared up to his elbows, and all over his little chest. I wash him up, and then take him into his room to get him ready for bed. We head back down stairs and spend the evening with Jay's parents. It has been a very good day; I realize I too love his parents almost as much as I love my own. They are great people and have raised an even greater son.
The following day Jay and I take his parents to the airport. Mom takes the morning off from work to watch Shawn. We say our goodbyes at the security check point again, and head back home. When we get there Jay asks me, "So your birthday is tomorrow, what do you want to do?"
"Something I haven't done since Josh died. I want to go horse back riding." I tell him. "Josh and use to go all the time together. But when then he got busy with football and me with karate, we tried to go at least once a month. I still have a membership to the stable we went to. Is that all right with you?" I ask him.
"I'd love to. It's been a long time since I was on a horse. But what are we going to do about Shawn?" He asks me.
"Mom and Dad usually don't go into work on my birthday. So they can watch him. Hang on let me ask Mom."
I go into the home office that her and Dad share and ask her, "Mom, do you have anything planned for tomorrow?"
"No, I was thinking about just having a nice dinner and cake here. Why?" She asks.
"Jay wanted to know what I wanted to do tomorrow, and I thought we might go horse back riding." I tell her.
"That's fine, your father and I can watch Shawn. You two go and spend the day together. We'll have dinner ready when you get back." She says. I thank her and head back into the kitchen to tell Jay. I call the stable and reserve two horses for us and set up a time to be there.
We spend the rest of the day hanging out with Shawn. He is sleeping a lot less now and is really starting to become more aware of his surroundings. He loves watching colorful toys that are moved around in front of him. He'll reach out and try and grab them, but his hand-eye coordination still needs to develop a little more. He has grown so much; about three inches and gained about ten pounds since we got him. He is becoming more and more handsome every day. I love him so much.
The next morning I wake up to Jay sucking my cock. At first I'm not sure what is going on and try to push him away. But then realize what is happening and let him be. He really is becoming really good at it. It doesn't take him long to make me cum. I am very careful not to make any loud noises this time. I don't need a repeat of the other day.
When I'm finished he slides up the bed and lies next to me. He forces his arm under my neck and pulls me to him. He kisses me and says, "Happy Birthday. I love you."
"I love you, too." I tell him, and try to move down the bed so I can suck him off too.
But, he wraps his arms around me and holds me and says, "No. Today is all about you." He holds me and I can feel his love radiate out of his body. Laying there, wrapped in his arms, I feel like I can't be any happier then right now. We spend the next hour or so just holding each other, not talking, just being together in our love.
I hear my parents walk past the door on their way down stairs so we get up and get dressed. Jay goes and checks on Shawn as I go down stairs. Mom and Dad are already making breakfast when I get there. They tell me to sit down they have everything covered. Mom finally looks up from the stove and they say, "Happy Birthday, honey!" together.
I thank them. Jay comes into the kitchen carrying Shawn. He places him in his highchair and goes to make his cereal. I sit there and watch Jay try and feed him, I can't help but laugh at the mess they are both making. I can tell Jay is getting upset, so I help him out. I show him how I feed him and it goes a lot better.
Mom and Dad have breakfast done and bring plates for all of us to the table. After eating Jay and I take Shawn upstairs to give him a bath. Of course Jay has to do it. He won't let me do anything. He washes him up, dries him off, and gets him dressed. Finally I've had enough and say, "Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" He asks.
"Why won't you let me help with him? He's our son." I tell him.
"Today is your birthday. I don't want you to have to do anything. I want to do everything. You are the one that takes care of him the most. The least I can do, is give you your birthday off." He tells me.
"Jay, I love taking care of him and you. I don't feel obligated. I do it because I want to. I love both of you and want you guys to be happy." I say.
"We are happy. Please let me take care of him this morning. When we get back from the stable you can do whatever you want. But this morning leave everything to me. Ok?" He says.
"Alright, but you just remember this on your next birthday." I tell him. "You won't be lifting a finger the whole day." I pull them both into a hug and Jay gives me a kiss.
Later on we leave for the stable, Jay not letting me do anything around the house. He even tried doing some of our laundry. Thank God Mom was there to help him out. I really have to work with him on some things. His mom did everything for him growing up and he never had to learn how to take care of himself. I don't know how he made it through the first two years of college on his own. I can't believe he didn't walk around with pink socks and underwear the way he tried doing the wash. He just threw whatever into the washing machine.
When we get to the stable, Beth the owner meets us in the parking lot. She gives me a hug and says how sorry she was after hearing about Josh. I thank her and introduce her to Jay and tell her that we are married and have a five month old son at home, explaining about Jay's brother and sister-in-law dying and them giving Shawn to us to raise. She says, "Boy you have had a busy year. After going through what you did with Josh and then all of that. How did you make it through it in one piece?"
"With Jay's help and love; and of course my parents have been really good about everything. I don't know where we would be without them." I tell her.
"Come on, I've got your horses ready. Are you planning on riding out onto the old path like you and Josh used to?" She asks.
"Yeah, it's just so beautiful and quiet out there. I never understood why more people didn't go out that way." I tell her.
"Well, actually they still don't. We keep it maintained, but most people just like staying close by. I think they are afraid of getting lost." She says.
We walk around behind the barn and standing there, already saddled, are two huge pure white stallions. They look so beautiful. I ask her, "When did you get these guys?"
"About six months ago. Do you like them?" She asks.
"Yes, they are the most amazing looking horses I've ever seen. What kind are they?" I ask her.
"They are Lipizzan Stallions. When born they are jet black, then around three years of age turn snow white like this. They are usually bred for and used in circuses and other shows. They are very powerful jumpers and are trained for a long time before being used in shows. They almost dance around the arena. It is awe inspiring to watch." She explains.
"I'd love to see that someday." Jay says.
Me too." I add. She asks Jay if he has ever ridden before and he tells her yes. But it has been a long time. She gives him a few pointers and then has him get on the horse and watches him for a few minutes. Then says that we should be alright, Jay seems to remember everything about horse back riding.
"How long do you think you guys will be out?" She asks.
"I don't know. Is that old gazebo still out there by the edge of the meadow?" I ask her.
"Yes it is. Thinking about taking a break there?"
"Yeah; maybe sit and take in the view. I love that spot, you can see for miles down into the valley below. Josh and I used to sit out there for hours talking and looking out over the valley." I tell her.
"Ok, I'll see you guys when you get back." She says and heads into the barn. I mount my horse and we head out onto the trails with Jay following me. We ride for a while then turn off on a trail that has been well maintained but you can tell it doesn't get much use. After about an hour we come to the gazebo and dismount; tying the horses' bridal reins to a post and taking a seat on one of the benches.
I look over at Jay and can sense something is wrong. I ask him, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." He says in a tone I can tell that something is wrong.
"Jay, please tell me what is bothering you."
After a few minutes he says, "Ok, it seems every time we do something together, you've already done it with Josh. You constantly bring him up, or talk about him, or are reminded about him. It just upsets me you can't forget him." He says almost crying.
"Jay, he was my first love. I will never forget him. And that is only made worse by the fact that he killed himself. I can't and won't forget him. I will always love him. But I can tell you, I love you more then I loved him. You and Shawn mean the world to me."
"I'm sorry; I guess I'm just jealous of his memory. I know you love me, but I can't stop thinking what if he hadn't killed himself. Where would that leave us? What had you two planned on doing when he was at UCLA and you were at Harvard? Would we have had the opportunity that we did? Would we have become such good friends and then fallen in love? Would you have been able to break through the walls that I had built around my heart? Would you have been able to make me realize that I am gay?" He says now crying.
"Jay; do you believe we are soul mates, like I do?" I ask him compassionately.
"Yes, I do." He says.
"If you truly believe we are soul mates, then you have to believe in fate and destiny; right?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Why?"
"Because; if we are soul mates, then Josh was destined to commit suicide. So I would be free to help you become the man you are now. I was destined to help you come out. Shawn and Sue were destined to die in that car accident. Shawn was destined to come to us and we were destined to get married and raise him as our son. Our lives were written a long time ago. Everything that has happened to us has happened for a reason. And that reason is fate.
"I'm sorry I talk about Josh all the time, but that is the only way I know how to remember him and keep him in my heart where he belongs." I explain to him.
"I'm sorry." He says after thinking about what I said for a few minutes.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I am your first and only love; you can't possibly know what it is like trying to replace someone in your heart. Especially when they were taken from you the way Josh was taken from me. Imagine how you would feel if you met a guy and loved him like you loved your brother. Do you think you could push your brother out of your heart to make room for him?"
"No. I would have to make room for him without loosing my love for my brother." He says.
"See; it's the same thing for me. Only the love I feel, we feel, is different," I tell him.
"Ok, I see your point. I do love you." he says finally looking at me.
"I know. I love you, too." I tell him and put my arm around him and pull him into me.
He turns and kisses me on the cheek. He finally looks out over the meadow and down into the valley below. "This is a beautiful spot. I can see why you and Josh liked coming up here. I could sit here for hours and never get tired at looking at this. Have you done any paintings of this view?" He asks.
"One; I gave it to Josh. When he died, his parents tried giving it back, but I wouldn't take it. They have it hanging over their fireplace in their family room. It's the biggest painting I've ever done; four feet long and about two and a half feet tall." I stand and move a little to the side and point down into the valley, "Do you see that huge tree down there?"
He stands to see where I'm pointing then says, "Yes."
"That tree was the focal point of the painting, it is dead center and you can see about half the valley in it. I took the pictures for the painting from over at the top of the meadow looking down into the valley." I tell him.
"God I wish I could paint like you can." He says as he moves back to the bench and sits back down. I sit back down next to him and he places his arm around me and pulls me towards him. I rest my head on his chest and let myself melt into him. We sit there and hold each other for about an hour, not talking; just holding each other and basking in our love. It is probably the best birthday present he could have given me; his love and understanding.
We finally get up and as we are walking back to the horses he pulls me into a hug and kisses me on the lips; there's that tingle again. He whispers into my ear, "I love you and will always love you."
"I love you." I whisper into his ear. We pull apart and get back on the horses. And head back to the trail and make our way back to the stable.
When we enter the barn yard Beth almost instantly appears and helps us remove the saddles and then asks us to take the horses into the barn so the grooms can brush them down and get them into their stalls. She heads over to another shed and gets one of the hands to clean and put the saddles away. We ask her how much we owe her and she says, "Nothing, Happy Birthday Zack."
"I can't believe you remembered!" I tell her.
"Actually, I knew it was towards the end of June, but I had to pull your file to get the exact date. When I saw today was your birthday; I decided I wasn't going to charge you." She says.
"Thanks; I knew there was a reason I liked coming here." I tell her with a big grin on my face. She smiles and comes to me and gives me a hug.
When she releases me she says, "Now go on, get out of here before I change my mind and charge you double." She lovingly tells us. We thank her again and head back home.
When we get there Mom and Dad have dinner just about done and Shawn is sitting in his highchair chewing on a teething biscuit. When he sees us he lets out a squeal and smiles at us. He holds out his hands to me asking me to pick him up. I remove him from his seat and hold him to me. He smears the whole front of my shirt with the gooey mess of the teething biscuit. I look down at him and it is like he trying to give me a hug, telling me he missed me; his head lying on my chest. He finally sees Jay standing next to us and reaches for him. Jay takes him and Shawn lays his head on Jay's chest like he had done to me. He is a very loving baby, just like his two daddies.
After dinner we give Shawn a bath together, sharing the bond that is created during such a private time with a baby, washing him, drying him, and dressing him for bed. We take him back down stairs and Jay makes him a bottle. I feed him and Jay holds me as I hold Shawn. The three of us are surrounded in an envelope of love. After a while my parents give me my birthday present. I hand Shawn to Jay, and then I carefully remove the wrapping paper and open the box. Inside I find countless tubes of oil paints; a set of paint brushes that I know cost over two hundred dollars. I've actually been considering buying a set but couldn't see spending that kind of money on paint brushes, but they are well worth every penny. They are hand made from horse hair. Also, they give me a double roll of canvas, and a brand new pallet.
With tears in my eyes I tell them thank you and give them a hug. Then Jay hands me a small box and I open it. It contains two gold chains with a half of a heart and a small key on each; one of the 'who holds the key to your heart' sets. I love them. They are not one of the cheap ones I can tell just by the quality of the work. He tells me he had them made and engraved. Mine says 'To Zack, with all my love, Jay'. His says, 'Zack, you hold the key to my heart'. I but mine on and then put his on him. I give him a passionate kiss and thank him.
This has been the best birthday of my life. Thanks to the man I love and my parents. I will never forget this day. Later in bed Jay says to me, "I want to make slow passionate love to you." He slowly kisses me and then gradually makes his way down my neck to my chest. He kisses my entire chest, sucking and nibbling on each nipple. I love it so much when he does that, it just turns me on so much. I feel his hand slide down my chest and stomach until he comes to a stop just above my cock. I try to slide up into his hand but he pulls it away slightly. "Not say fast." He says through his kisses. He slowly makes his way further down and kisses my abdomen, and licks at my belly button. Finally he is at the top of my pubic hair and slowly and deeply inhales my natural scent. He let's out a deep moan of true ecstasy and finally touches my rock hard cock. He slowly licks around my cock head and then down my shaft. He works his way to my balls and sucks one into my mouth. He rolls it around with his tongue and sucks on it gently and lovingly.
He tries to take both into his mouth but they just won't fit. He let's the first pop from his mouth then sucks the other into his warm wet mouth. We rolls it around his mouth for a while then gradually licks his way up my cock were he deep throats me in one motion. I almost loose it right there. I want him so bad, "Fuck me, please." I quietly moan. He keeps sucking me for a few minutes, then lifts my legs and rims me. His tongue licking and flicking at my asshole, he then fucks me with it. I reach down between my upturned legs and run my hands through his hair. He is driving me crazy with lust. I want to feel his huge cock in my ass. He continues driving his tongue deep into my nether regions driving me insane with lust.
"Fuck me, now." I tell him as lovingly as I can through the lust and want to cum. He finally pulls his tongue from my wanting hole and kisses his way back up my horny body. When he reaches my mouth he kisses me as he slides his cock into my wet and hungry hole. I have o break the kiss as he fills me up. My head tips back as far is it will go and I inhale through clenched teeth. He feels so damn good in my ass. I moan softly in my passion. I hear him take a deep rapid breath as I tighten down my asshole clamping it on his cock. He lets it out slowly as he withdraws his cock from me and then slides it all the way back in. "Oh, my God." I moan. "You feel so good in me." I tell him.
"He slowly and passionately makes love to me; slowly and deliberately pulling all the way out of me before ramming his cock home. With each thrust hitting my prostate and accentuating the feeling and passion. I can hardly take it any long. I can feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach and can actually feel my balls pulling up into my groin as my cock stretches and hardens with the coming orgasm. I can feel Jay's dick lengthen and swell with his. He makes one more deep hard thrust into me; and we both cum at the same time. Our breathing rapid and labored in each others ears as he collapses on top of me; his cock still in my ass, mine spurting cum all over both of our stomachs.
He recovers from his orgasm and slowly moves down me and licks my stomach and cock clean. He licks up every drop of my cum that he can find. He finally flops down on the bed next to me and I take charge of cleaning him up. I can't believe how much of my cum he has all over his stomach I lick just about every square inch of his beautiful abs. My cum mixed with his sweat is almost intoxicating to me and before I know it I am hard again.
I lick my way down his lower abs to his cock and balls. I lick his remaining cum from his dick and then slowly move down to his balls. He spreads and lifts his legs giving me access to his huge balls and the area between them and his asshole. He pulls me over on top of him and starts sucking my cock again in a sixty-nine. I lift his legs higher so I can reach his asshole. I bury me head in his ass as I rim him, getting him ready for me to fuck him. The whole time he has been deep throating me and is quickly bringing me to another orgasm. I feel the constant flow of pre-cum leaking from my cock into his mouth. He keeps moaning around my cock and then purrs like a cat with my dick in his throat. It feels so wonderful, I almost cum right then.
I carefully get off him and move around the bed and place his legs on my shoulders and guide my cock to his awaiting hole. He takes a deep breath of ecstasy as I stretch him open and he accepts my cock. I fuck him for as long as I can, which isn't very long considering the blowjob he was just giving me. I cum another river and collapse exhausted on top of him. After awhile, when I can finally move, I pull my spent and used cock from his hole and move down him to finish him off. I take his cock into my ass and deep throat him in one swift motion. He gently grabs a handful of my hair and holds onto it as I suck him to another orgasm. During the throws of passion as the orgasm over takes him he pulls hard on my hair. I have to pry his fingers open to get away from him.
Once the orgasm has passed he pulls me to him and hugs me, saying, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's ok. I know. I love you." I tell him.
"I love you, too." He says and we fall asleep in each others arms.