No Regrets
The sun was already up when I woke, alone in the bed. Through the open door I could hear someone in the en suite, so I stretched out, luxuriating in the comfort of the bed, and took stock of the room. The furnishing was practical, yet elegant and tasteful, and clearly arranged to suit a wheelchair user. Remembering what Mark had said about not having shared a bed with Eli since childhood, I wondered if he’d had a lover share this room, then grinned. ‘Yes, me …’ I thought.
“Awake now,” Mark’s voice snapped me back to the present as he rolled himself out of the bathroom. He was naked in his chair, a towel draped around his neck. “Want a shower? I’ve put a towel out for you.” His smile was radiant as he pulled up next to me, reached across and bent forward to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Grab a shower or whatever, get your rubber on again, and let’s go and see if Eli’s got Butch in a fit state for breakfast yet.”
“Sounds good to me, Mark.” Sliding out of bed, I put my hands on his thighs, and knelt in front of his chair. “But first, I have to show my appreciation for a fabulous night.” Bending down, I took his hardening cock in my hand, kissed the tip, and sucked it into my mouth.
It tasted of shower gel, and the scent of his gel, the soap and faintly, himself filled my nose as I feasted on his now rigid member. It took longer than I expected, but I got what I was hoping for when he gripped my still hooded head with his hands, and let out a long sigh as his cum pulsed into my mouth. When he stopped cumming, I sucked his softening cock clean, then looked up and grinned.
“Happy birthday again, Mark.” Getting to my feet, I kissed him. “Any time you want … just tell me.”
The shower was great, and I returned to the bedroom to find that Mark had prepped my latex suit, made the bed and got himself back into his leg sack, a ‘muscle shirt’. Seated in his wheelchair, he grinned as I emerged, wheeling himself to meet me.
“My turn,” he said, a wicked grin on his face as he grasped my flaccid member. Leaning toward me he had my stiffening penis in his mouth, and pushed my back against the wall. In no time I was hard, and now his skill really showed. It was as loving as before, but now there was an urgency to his ministrations …
“Gnnn,” I gasped as he brought me to the edge and tipped me over. I sucked my breath as my cock exploded, my cum erupting into his mouth. It was intense, and it was as beautiful as always. “Fuuuuuucccckkkk! Holy shit …” I swallowed as he looked up, licking his lips. “That was … intense.”
“Good.” His hand fondled my empty balls, and my now softening cock. “Can’t have you wandering around with your balls loaded with all that delicious cream.” Releasing my dick, he gripped my butt. “Get your rubber on. Eli and Butch are getting breakfast ready.”
“Yes, sir.” I retorted, bending down to kiss him. “That has to have been the fastest I’ve ever … It was fantastic.”
Sitting on the bed I began to insert myself into the suit through the neck. It’s tricky, but worth the effort for a great look and feel. Mark had prepped the suit perfectly, and getting into it went easily. With my boots on, I stood, adjusted myself to my, and his satisfaction, and stood before him, grinning.
“Like I said … if I were thirty years …” Mark smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Damn, Penn, you would have made a fortune working with me on a ‘escort’ business …”
“Escort business?” My surprise showed. I’d forgotten Eli’s mentioning something like this. Memory clicked and I made the connection. “Oh!” I laughed. “I’ll take your word for it, Mark. Is that how you and Eli …?”
“Of course.” He indicated I should open the door. “There was — is — a lot of demand for, er, special services in this city. We were careful, and exclusive, and discrete. Always important, and very, very careful with our money.” Patting my butt again as he passed, he added, “And we were good at it. You don’t get top dollar or repeat booking if you’re crude, gauche or clumsy and dirty.”
I was still digesting this as I joined Eli and Butch as Mark wheeled himself out of the lift. Walking to Butch as he turned to greet me, I put my arms round him, and kissed him firmly.
“Good morning, my darling. Did Eli look after you?”
Returning the hug and the kiss, he rubbed his crotch to mine and grinned.
“You bet he did.” Kissing me again, he asked, “And you?”
“Ooooh yes …” We parted, still holding hands as Eli walked over with a platter with fried eggs, bacon and tomatoes. Putting these down, he winked as he greeted me with a kiss. “You’ve got a problem, Butch. Mark wants to steal your partner …”
“No chance!” Butch retorted, “But I’ll share him occasionally — if it means I get the sort of treatment I got last night in exchange!”
We all laughed as Eli kissed him. “I think that can be arranged,” he said, his hand squeezing my wrist gently. “Now, grab a seat and help yourselves to breakfast.”
At home much later we enjoyed a glass of superb wine together on the couch. It had been a fantastic night and relaxed day with Eli and Mark, and now we shared our impressions.
“Mark was amazing, love,” I told Butch. “Considering how little use he has of his legs, he’s incredibly mobile. And he sure knows how to please a partner.” I grinned. “He told me he’d worked as a male escort for men in the city. Suggested it’d funded his start out of Bogtown.”
“Uh huh. They’re quite a pair, aren't they. Damn, but Eli is a fantastic sex partner as well.” Butch chuckled. “And had me cuffed to the bed almost as soon as we entered the room … and then … Wow.” He paused, swirling the wine in his glass. “Did Mark tell you they don’t share their beds?”
“He did.” I frowned, recalling what he’d said. “Said he’d not shared a bed with Eli since they were kids. He didn’t explain, but I guess from what Eli’s told us, and the way he is so caring and gentle — damn, but the way he makes love to you … it’s all about you, and how you enjoy it …” Taking a sip of the wine, I considered how to say it. “I think he feels that he has to protect Eli, and that sharing a bed would be wrong. I think it has to do with what Eli said about his Dad doing when he was small …”
“You’re right.” Butch laughed. “Everyone thinks they’re lovers, and partners — but it’s more a brother-sister thing. Mark still sometimes calls Eli ‘she’ or ‘her’.” Sipping his wine. “Being intersex like Eli must be tricky.” He chuckled. “But he sure knows how to enjoy having sex with someone …”
“That’s for sure!” I laughed, and finished my wine. “Come on, love. Time we hit the sack. I don’t know about you, but I need some sleep and a large helping of what my beloved Butch does best …”
“What’s that?” He demanded, his expression surprised..
“He makes love to me in a way I really enjoy, and reminds me why I’m the luckiest man in Fenchester.” Taking his empty glass from him, I slid off the couch and stood, then bent quickly and kissed his forehead. “Coming, love? Mark was good, and it’s been fun, but he wasn’t you, and I need you …”
“And I was beginning to worry.” Standing, Butch slipped his arms round me, and planted a firm kiss. “Come on, I need you more than you can ever know …” Kissing me again as I deposited our wine glasses on the sink, he grinned. “Guess that makes us even.”
My hand found his gorgeous cock inside his tracksuit bottoms, and I grinned over my shoulder he slipped his arms round me from behind.
“Did Eli leave me any of your special juice for me?”
“He did …” His mouth met mine and we kissed as my lover held me close. “Eli says you’ve made a huge difference to me …” Bitting my earlobe, he growled, “And he’s right … as always.”
“And you’ve been my absolute anchor, my love.” Turning in his arms, I hugged him. “Having you in my life’s made a world of difference, love.” Moving my hips, pressed my stiffening cock against his as I said, “And it’s not just the fabulous sex, it’s coming home to our shared flat, it’s sharing meals, our bed, relaxation … and, yes, our fetish and the fun we have …” I kissed him again, and demanded, “Now take me to bed and use this gorgeous thing you’re poking into me properly.”
He laughed, lifting me off my feet in a bear hug. “And only a couple of years ago both of us were terrified of being ‘outed’ …”
