Kent and I had had dinner, and gone into the living room to play a game of chess. Kent loved chess. I wasn’t so great at it, but could give him a run for his money once in a while. Kent had put on some denim cutoff shorts and a white jersy that stretched over his nipples. He looked distractingly gorgeous as usual.
“Gotcha.” He said as his rook took my queen.
“I saw that one coming,” I said, and frowned. “Wait… I thought I had a good counter move. Where did that go?”
He laughed good naturedly and smiled at me, his straight white teeth gleaming between sensuous lips, his dimples deepening invitingly. Oh my god, Kent’s smiles still made my heart skip.
“Well now you see that if your bishop tries to check my king, now that my rook moved, you don’t have a shot without losing your bishop to that knight.”
“Fuck.”
“tch tch tch, such language.” Kent kidded, blowing me a kiss.
I blew him one back, wondering how I could concentrate when all I wanted to do was hop on him.
His grin became knowing as his eyes traveled over me lovingly. “Now, now, baby, concentrate.”
“I am.” I purred.
“On the wrong thing.”
“Never the wrong thing.” I responded with a growl.
He just laughed and shook his head. “I sometimes have trouble remembering that my gorgeous hung studly mate, Devlin loves me like you do. I love you too, my baby.”
I sighed and looked away.
“Uh oh” he said, “Whats wrong?”
“Nothing wrong, just on my mind.” I said, taking the plunge. “While you were working on cleaning the pool earlier, I got a call from my college roomy, Lawrence Ridgeway, you remember I’ve mentioned him a few times.”
“More than a few, hon.” Kent chuckled. “I believe you said you had a crush on him?”
“I said that?” I almost squawked.
“Unhunh.” He laughed. “So, whats this all about?”
“He’s landed a job at the Nautical Club as assistant Manager, and is moving here from California. He was going to stay in a hotel until he could find a place to rent, but he was sort of hinting and I invited him to stay with us until he got his feet under him. I can call him and tell him, “no”, if you would rather we didn’t.”
Kent’s lips twisted and a frown appeared on his forehead. Damn! He shook his head at me, and I thought, well that’s it, but then he shrugged, “Sure, ok. But only until he finds a place, and no more than a week, ok? And if he is a slob, you clean up after him.”
I nodded, not daring to press for more.
“You know how I value our privacy, baby. I suppose he is still straight? He going to be bringing women over?” He asked a moment later.
I decided to avoid that question if I could. “I doubt it, baby. Even for Lawr, that would be quick.”
“Good. It’s not that I can’t stand women, Baby, but they are so quick to try their luck with me, and it’s fucking annoying as hell.”
I had to snicker. “I know baby, you do draw women like flies to a candle.”
“Yeah, I know. Something about my angelic Goldylocks good looks.” He snorted dryly. It was true, my baby had the innocent looks that drew old ladies out and melted them on the spot. Young women tried harder to resist, but if my baby accepted all the deserts and goodies old ladies baked for him, (or had baked) for him, he’d have been four hundred pounds by now.
“So when is he arriving?”
“Tomorrow evening on the ferry.” I paused, “I was wondering if you could pick him up? I have a session with Tyler tomorrow evening. Models are expensive.”
“I know, I know. Hmm, Tyler is damn sexy. Not sure I can leave you alone in your studio all that time.”
I laughed. “Hah, its not like you’ll be gone more than an hour.” And I added, “If I had a reputation for hitting on my models I’d have to pay a lot more.”
Kent mouthed the last words of that statement back to me as I said it, because I had said it often enough before. I had been hired off my fantasy illustrations for two different books that had come out, and had been asked to do a Fantasy Male Calendar for a Gay Illustrated periodical based out of New York, featuring hot male warriors, and so far had only gotten past January and February and was now working on March. Tyler Lantry was a beefy red haired viking like stud who lived on his boat out of the local marina, who had been posing for that. The theme for his March painting would be “In like a Lion…”
A year ago, Kent would have insisted on reading a book, or doing crossword puzzles in the studio while I worked with a model. Now he only asked I keep the door to the studio open. As he said, “I trust you baby, I know you love me, but guys are guys.”
I had no response to that except to say, “Your right, and I will make sure you can walk in at any time while I am working.”
Now, about going and collecting Lawr, Kent merely shrugged. “I’ll be happy to, baby. You might call him and ask him to look for a sign. I will marker up some cardboard with his name on it.”
“Thanks baby. Thanks for being the beautiful, sweet man you are.”
Kent stood up with his dishes, “Here I’ll take yours,” he said, taking the dishes into the sink to wash them. I blinked. Those tight cutoffs he was wearing revealed something a little larger and longer than normal. Clearly he was going commando, nothing new, but was his cock even bigger or was he stirred up a little?” That cock head looked ready to poke out of his right short’s leg opening any second.
Granted, endowed as he was it took very little for that big thing to poke out of clothes.
Kent at the sink called over, “Comere baby and hug me while I get these dishes started. I want to feel you up against me.”
I needed no further encouragement, but got up, my own swim trunks tented as I sauntered sexily around the counter and moved in behind my man, moaning as I felt my engorged cock pop out of my trunks and press up against my man’s sexy ass. He turned his head and we kissed, exchanging tongue and wrestling tongue tips together.
I moved my hands further around to find his erection in his cutoffs, and we were soon making out feverishly. His cutoffs hit the floor and with a smirk at me, he turned and bent over the sink.
Again, I needed no further prompting. We had a jar of lotion in the kitchen for just such emergencies. In moments I was slathered up, my cock pounding with anticipation, as I pressed slowly into him. He panted breathing to relax his sphincter to take me, but even so it took close to a minute before that tight gate gave way. He groaned as I slowly entered him.
“Mmm I can see why you don’t want our privacy disturbed.” I teased as I began to fuck him, feeling his wonderful ass suck my cock between each thrust.
“Fuck! Well, maybe your straight boy crush wouldn’t mind watching.” He ground out in a husky voice. I laughed, and after a moment he joined me, “Stop it. I can’t do this while laughing.” He said.
“Yes you can.” I growled and picked up the pace. Soon he was moaning, and I could tell rising up that steep slope toward explosion. I slowed to a steady pace, the sound of our bodies smaking together filling the room. Soon enough I heard his voice get breathy and high, as he sought to keep his sanity while riding the edge. I was right there with him, waiting for him, trying so hard to keep from spurting deep inside that sexy tight ass, when he husk/screamed that he was cumming.
Twenty minutes later we were fucking again in the shower, relentlessly pounding his tight sexy ass under the spray.
That, of course led to a brief nap that ended with my lips around his eight inch plump beautiful, perfect cock, I mean who could resist such a beauty sprawled on his back like that with his cock arcing over his chiseled abs. I certainly couldn’t.
I bent over him and licked the tip, eliciting a moan from him. This, of course, encouraged me to slide my hand up his thigh to encircled the base of his cock as I slid down on him, deep throating him. He arched, moaning, and waking, though he pretended to be asleep. Hah, my baby loved to pretend angelic innocence even in the sexiest moments. It always made me grin.
Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer as I teased him toward the edge, retreating time and again, and with a soft cry of exasperation, he turned around and wrapping his arms around my waist, went down on my nine inches of throbbing need.
I returned to his cock, and the sucking and slurping sounds filled the room with our moans as we brought one another closer and closer to the edge. And then, suddenly, there we were. All I had to say lifting my mouth from his cock was, “Not sure I’d be easy about even a straight boy watching this. We are just too fucking sexy.” I returned to his cock grinning around it’s tasty thickness as I heard him giggle around my shaft. But then his pace picked up and his body stiffened under me, his balls contracting and I knew he was on the precipice. And suddenly I was, too struggling to hold back until he blasted.
God, but I loved the taste of Kent’s cum, creamy, not to sweet or bitter harsh, but just right, lightly salted, perfect, like he was.
I fought off sleep until my man was breathing slowly with just that hint of a snore that told me he was in deep sleep. Getting up I grabbed my phone off the side table, and walked out onto our deck overlooking the Atlantic. I was naked but I doubted anyone would spy on me.
I texted Lawr, Kent will pick you up. Please, just as a precaution, still be straight? I haven’t told him you’ve crossed the Isle to our side yet.”
After a moment, he texted back, “Sure, I can do that. No problem, bestie.”
“You can give us the big news after you’ve been with us a while.” I texted.
“Cool. See you tomorrow.”
“Kent will hold up a sign with your name on it at the landing.”
“Got it. Hey, should I dress to flaunt it, or go conservative?”
I thought for a moment, remembering that as big as Kent was, or even myself, Lawr was a ten down there. Him flaunting it created sensations. Maybe that would be too much. Itexted back. “Somewhere in between.”
“Gotcha.”
We hung up and I stood there, slowly stroking myself in the moonlight. Despite cumming three times with Kent, it took me no time at all to reach the edge and linger there, legs stiff and trembling with the closeness of climax. I loved feeling the ocean breeze around my balls and the root of my cock as I stroked it.
Finaly I came, my jizz spurting in an arc through the air as my legs gave way, falling back against the deck railing. Fuck!
Thanks for reading this series. I have rewritten this series recently, expanding descriptions and dividing it from a dozen chapters into nineteen so far which will be coming out over the next days.. If you read his series months ago, I strongly suggest rereading it. And there is more to cum! Enjoy!
