Josh's Journey
By Dragonwriter
Chapter Three- Into
{*just a note this starts
immediately after chapter two ends*}
I rocked back on my
knees pulling Kel up into my arms, my body still ringing
from its orgasm. I wanted just to hold him and never let him go. I wanted to
keep him safe forever.
"Wow," he
said. I kissed him softly; he cradled my head in his hands.
"You need to
get going." Kel said softly. "You have work
early in the morning." His lips were so close to me. I tried to kiss him
again but he leaned back out of range. "You know I am right."
I ground my teeth
in frustration. Tova stuck his head between us and
licked Kel’s face, then mine. Kel
tried to push his head away, but Tova only twisted
his neck and licked Kel’s face again.
“Silly
wolf.” Kel muttered pushing the huge head away again. Tova lay back down.
"Tomorrow,"
Kel stopped. "Tomorrow- Would you like to do
lunch?"
"Yes,
absolutely."
I told him where my work site was located. "Just look for the Knightman Construction signs. But
don't go past the fences, it’s a hardhat area. My lunch is at 12 until one. And
I AM paying this time."
"Okay by me.
I'll be there
“Oh for God’s sake,
I'm not THAT much of a 'prude'!” I said pulling the door open. Kel stood there grinning. He had changed to a pair of
sweats and a muscle T. His bony arms and knobby shoulder bones made me feel
angry all over again. He looked me up and down.
“You’re more
muscled than I expected. It must be because you’re so
tall. How tall are you anyway?”
“6’2”
I answered. Kel’s eyes traveled down and rested on my
crotch to the bulge only partly hidden by my shirt.
“I would have been
so terribly disappointed if THAT had been out of proportion with the rest of
your... mmm... lengthiness.” I blushed. He grinned at
me.
“Just give me the
pants!” I snarled. Kel handed me the sweats laughing
at my embarrassment.
“Obviously nothing
my size would fit you,” he said leaning against the doorframe. “But I
remembered those… Micah left them behind when he moved out. Who knows why I
kept a hold of them. I'm just a packrat at heart, I
guess. Anyway I think they'll fit, he's about your height.”
“Micah?” I asked pulling on the
sweats.
“Old
lover, well not OLD but former. Oh you know what I mean.” Kel’s
face was sad. “Actually, I threw him out. God, he was great in bed - and out of
bed as well, when he was sober. But he’s an alcoholic,
the black out type. I couldn’t cope with him and my own problems at the same
time.”
“Kel,” I wrapped my arms around him. He snuggled up.
"It's okay. He
drifts in and out of my life so I suppose sooner or later
you will meet him. If you stay around long enough."
He bit his lip. "Ouch. Sorry, that didn't come out right."
"No,
not quite."
I hugged him. "But I understand. And I am not going anywhere- well not
permanently." I brushed the hair back from his face. His right ear lobe
had a tiny diamond earring in it that I hadn’t noticed
until now.
We hugged and
kissed some more, working our way up the stairs. I collected my gym bag, shoes
and keys from the bathroom. At the door, I stopped; my fingers stroked his
cheek.
"If you need
me … for ANY reason, call. You have my number. Don't worry about the
time."
"Thank you,
Josh." Kel's voice was barely above a whisper. I
kissed him one last time.
The drive home
seemed longer than the drive to Kel's house with every
mile further away stretching longer and longer. My mind whirled like a
hurricane trying to deal with everything Kel had told
me. I ached for him; I ached for the little boy he had been. I ached for the
adult man who rewired half a house to avoid using an extension cord. What had been done to him that would cause him to view them as
evil? Or was that just part of the differing rational Kel had talked about? My stomach churned and I pulled over
and climbed out of the car. I stared at the sky. And
for the first time in years, I said a short prayer for the strength to be all I
wanted to be for Kel.
"You look
happy," he said.
"Yes," I
agreed.
"Those aren't
your sweats, are they?" he grinned.
I blushed "Umm
no, Kel lent them to me. My jeans got dirty."
"Good for
you!" he said before disappearing into his bedroom.
The next day at
work, I was a total klutz and fumble finger. I kept tripping over things and
almost walked into various support beams more than once. After dropping my
equipment for the third time, my crew chief Mike pulled me aside.
"Must
have been a hell of a night, Josh." He looked exasperated. "You have got to
get your mind on work or I will have to send you home." I nodded and
promised to get my mind back on work.
At
"What're you
doing for lunch, Josh?" my buddy Sam asked. Sam
was a shade shorter than me, red headed, with a barrel
build. He had been my first friend in
Sam had started out
as a mentor, but somehow he had become something more. We started going to
lunch together, catching the occasional movie or basketball game or just a cup
of coffee after work. Until much to my own surprise, I found myself thinking
and reacting to him as a brother. Sam would joke that he was the older brother
I never knew I had. I suppose I missed my brothers more than I was willing to
admit, even to myself.
"I have an,
umm, lunch date." I said.
"Uh huh,"
Sam studied his fingers. "The same guy you've been mooning about all
day?"
I flushed. "Yeah."
"Must be some
guy," Sam grinned at me. I grinned back.
"He is. C'mon,
walk out with me. I'll intro you to him." Sam followed me out to the
street. I wondered if he could hear my heart beating in anticipation.
Cars lined both
sides of the street: a typical
I stepped out into
the gutter to look around the cement truck and from up the street I heard a
shout. I looked up and across the street and saw a
leather clad arm waving. Kel checked the road and
swung the Phantom out into the lane. He passed us and turned around pulling to
a stop double-parked. Traffic whipped past him. He flipped up the face shield
on his helmet.
"Hi," he
said. He looked flushed and his eyes were glittering.
"Sorry about that. I got here a little early and there wasn't
any place closer to park. My editor has laryngitis.” He grinned. “So she wasn’t
in the mood to go on and on as she usually does. So I got away from her office
a bit early.”
Kel looked from me to Sam and
then back to me. He smiled as I did a quick introduction and they shook hands.
“Nice
to meet ya.
Any guy that can keep Josh‘s mind from being able to totally concentrate on his
job has got to be some fellow!” Sam said with a grin. I blushed and Kel laughed.
“Hey!” I protested
but Sam just laughed. He punched me on the shoulder.
“I’m off then,
Josh. See ya later.”
“Later,
Sam.” He
strolled off up the street to his truck.
“How are you?” I
asked Kel.
“Very
happy.”
He answered. “I woke up this morning feeling so much ‘lighter’ than I have felt
in a long time. And I slept upstairs for the first
time since coming home from the hospital. My bed is far more comfortable than
the couch downstairs.”
“Good.” I leaned
down to kiss him and bumped my head on the helmet. Kel
laughed and I grinned at him ruefully.
“I guess that will
have to wait,” I said.
“Nah,” Kel said tipping his head back til
he was looking straight up into the air. I kissed him. His lips were as soft
and sweet as I remembered.
"I have an
extra helmet but not a jacket that will fit you," Kel
said.
"Hang on a
sec." I walked the short distance to my car and retrieved my denim jacket;
pulled it on over my sweatshirt. When I returned to Kel's
side he was smiling.
"What?" I
asked reaching out to touch his cheek. He handed me the helmet and I put it on
buckling the strap.
"Oh
nothing," he answered. I nodded. I knew what he meant; I had not been able
to stop smiling all day as well. I climbed on the bike behind Kel and wrapped my arms around him; his back was against my
chest and again I was getting hard. I slid my butt forward then back to loosen
my jeans.
"Comfy?"
He asked.
"Yep," I
replied.
He started the bike
and checked traffic. When it was clear he swung the bike smoothly out into the
road and accelerated. The feel of Kel's body in my
arms and the wind blowing past was exhilarating. Kel
handled the bike smoothly and with the grace of movement
I had seen the day before. My only concern was that the vibration of the engine
was doing pleasant and potentially embarrassing things to my semi hard cock.
Kel’s handling of the bike was
smooth and comfortable. Obviously he had spent a lot of
time on it however much he called himself a “home body”. He slid through
traffic like a snake. He pulled into a parking lot and stopped entirely too
soon for my taste.
“Mmm, Cisco’s.” I said.
“Yep, the best,” he
answered. “Unless you are sick of Mexican two days in a row.”
“Never!” I said with a laugh and
pulled off my helmet.
Kel laughed and pulled his
helmet off. His hair tumbled down around his face framing it like a halo. He
ran his fingers through it, pushing it back from his face.
“I need to get this
mop cut. It grows so fast.”
I brushed my
fingers across his cheek. He smiled. “I like it,” I said.
We walked up to the
restaurant, our bodies close, but not quite touching.
A pretty, young woman seated us in a quiet corner of the restaurant. Before sitting
down, I went to the bathroom and washed some of the construction site off of me. When I got back to the table
Kel was sipping a drink and reading the menu. I slid
into the booth beside him.
“I don’t know WHY I
look at it,” Kel said handing me the menu. “I always
order the same thing.”
“Crunchy
things.”
I said with a grin.
"Absolutely. But then I do fill up on
the chips before the meal." Kel reached for a
chip and dunked it liberally in the salsa. I helped myself to the chips as
well.
"Salsa isn't
as good as yours. This one is thinner." I ate another chip.
"I had a
Mexican lover living at the house for awhile. He taught me to make it the way
his old abuela made salsa."
"Good thing
for me then," I said dipping another chip.
Lunch was delicious
as usual. Our server was a cheerful young woman who made sure our drinks were kept full.
"So is Kel short for Kelly?" I asked after eating a few
bites.
"Nope, its short for Kelsey. As far as I know its
the only battle my mother ever won over my father. He thought it was a girly
name. I am afraid I really have to go with him on this one." I started to
speak but he held up his hand. "However, if Sebastian was his idea of a
good first name, I'm glad Mom won. That's my middle name." He grinned.
"Kelsey
Sebastian Kabrey? Ouch, mine is Mitchell, after my
dad. That’s another reason Mitch and I became friends."
“Joshua Mitchell Sanclere.” Kel rolled the name
around his tongue a couple times. "Obviously, your parents are better namers than mine, or they'd had more practice by the time
you came along."
I grinned and
kissed him. The booth, we were in, was in a quiet corner and there were no
other people sitting real close. I have never been too concerned about other
people's reactions, but I wasn't sure about Kel's.
"Maybe I shouldn't
do that in public." I said. Kel's answer was to
grab my head and pull it down to his lips. He sucked my lower lip; I was now
definitely hard.
“Kel,” I groaned. “You have to stop or I’m going to get us
both arrested.”
Kel snickered. He pulled my head
closer and nibbled my lip again. The restaurant disappeared in a haze of
sensation and all I knew; all I cared about was Kel.
“Oh!”
We both jumped and
I turned around at the sound. Our server was standing by the table blushing
furiously. My face felt as hot as her face looked. Kel
laughed softly.
“I’m sorry.” She
said. “I was going to ask if you needed anything more but ummmmm…”
“No,” I said. “I
think we’re about done here. Thanks.”
"Oh
good," she said. She blushed brighter red and dug
the ticket out of her apron. "I mean not good
that you were done ummmm… I meant good
that you were done eating. OH!" She handed the ticket to me and took off
like a shot. I looked it over and then looked at Kel.
“You ready?”
“Yup,” he said
taking a last drink of soda.
He followed me up
front, leaning against the door while I paid the bill. Our server came by and I
handed her a ten. Her eyes got wide and she stammered out a thank you. I smiled
at her. Kel and I went out into the afternoon
sunshine.
The drive back to
work was relaxing and over far too soon. Kel slid the
bike easily between the cement truck and the front end of a pickup and pulled
up onto the sidewalk, stopping alongside the cement truck. Several of my
coworkers were standing around enjoying a smoke. Kel
took a deep breath.
“Aaahh,” he said.
“You smoke?” I
asked in surprise because I hadn't seen or smelled
cigarettes at his house. I pulled the helmet off my head.
“Not anymore, I
started in my teens. Quit for awhile.” His face had that shadow on it from last
night. “Started again in college. I quit again about a
year ago. This time I plan to stay quit, but OHHH!!
That does smell good and I get to wanting it so much sometimes. But I won‘t
start again.”
"That's
great," I said and Kel nodded.
"Wait a
minute."
He twisted around
and opened a saddlebag on the side of the bike. He pulled out my clothes from
last night and handed them to me.
"Thanks,"
I said. "You're very with it today."
Kel's eyes narrowed. "As opposed to what? You mean I am not crying and going
to pieces?" He practically spit the last part out.
I stepped backwards
in surprise and shock. I hadn't seen this before in
him, crying and teasing I‘d seen but this aggressiveness was new and
frightening. I hadn’t thought my comment was
potentially offensive, however, I had suspected he might be subject to rapid
mood shifts based on what I had seen the night before. I had had similar
experiences with Anita so I wasn’t offended but I was
concerned.
"Kel, I didn't say anything about crying," I said,
trying to defuse the situation.
"No, but what?
You didn't think I couldn't get your clothes clean for
you today? Did you think they would just lay in there forever?"
"Kel, what the hell? I haven't got your
pants cleaned yet. I was just surprised that you got mine ready so
quickly."
"Maybe its because I care about you!" He yelled at me.
"Kel!"
But Kel
didn't answer. He pushed the bike backwards, starting the engine and backed it
out into the street. I ran toward him to grab the bike but when he looked up at
me there was something 'wild' in his eyes that stopped me. I just stood there
in shock as he peeled out and raced off, gunning the engine; narrowly missing
hitting an oncoming car.
"Sonofa.. What
the heck was that all about? " One of my
coworkers said from behind me.
"Josh?"
Sam's hand touched my shoulder. "What the hell just happened?"
I looked up the
street. "I'm not sure. But I think I just underestimated his maternal
side, and the fierceness of his care."
"Care for
you?" Sam asked
"For anything he
cares about, Sam." Sam put his arm around me. I leaned against him for a
moment.
"I better put
this stuff in my car. Just a minute." I walked up
to the car and put the clothes and Kel's helmet
inside. I returned to Sam.
"You want to
go? I can cover with Mike."
I shook my head.
"No, I need to think for a bit. Figure out how to fix it."
For the rest of the
afternoon I turned the conversation around in my head. I finally decided that
not only had I underestimated the fierceness Kel put
into his love, but I had questioned, albeit
unintentionally, his ability to take care of himself and others. A serious
issue, I realized with sudden insight, for a mentally ill person struggling to
live outside of hospital walls. Especially a person who had
just barely finished a month long stay in the hospital behavioral unit.
By quitting time I had a plan for getting back into Kel's good graces. But I needed Sam's help to carry it out..
I stopped at the
apartment, took a quick shower and changed out of my work clothes and into a
red button down shirt and a clean pair of jeans. I left a note for Mitch
telling him where I was going and giving him Kel's
number.
My sister had had
nightmares and often cried. But she rarely got angry,
usually she just withdrew into herself. But when she
did get angry - look out! It was explosive. Maybe Kel
was the same way. I wondered if the rapid mood swing was caused by the manic-
depression. I needed to get advice and soon. I didn't
want to accidentally hurt Kel, not when others had
hurt him so much. I suddenly wanted my mother. Even if she had no answers for me her calm voice and ability to listen would have made me
feel so much better.
The driveway at Kel's was empty. He must have put the bike in the garage. I
swallowed nervously wondering if the saw was still in there. I told
I rang the
doorbell. My stomach knotted and my heart was beating loud enough to hear
inside the house. There was noise and movement on the other side but it didn't open. Tova looked out
through the curtains covering the window by the door. He made a woofing sound
that raised the hair on my neck and then disappeared back into the house.
"Please Kel," I whispered.
I rang the bell
again. And again. After a minute or so it opened, Kel stood in the doorway looking oddly small for a man
nearly 6' tall. He had changed into a t-shirt that was at least two sizes to
big for him: the discarded shirt of a former lover? He
looked like a lost waif.
"Josh!"
He looked surprised; his eyes were red.
“May I come in?’ I
asked. Kel stepped back, holding onto Tova's collar and let me in the house.
Of course," he
said. "I was sleeping - that's why it took so long to answer." He
shut the door and studied me curiously.
"Kel," I reached out an
touched his jaw with just the tips of my fingers. "I am so sorry. So VERY sorry. I didn't mean to
hurt you today. I, obviously, need to choose my words more carefully. Please, Kel. Can you forgive me?"
He smiled, tears in
his eyes. "Of course, you big lunk.
I should be asking for forgiveness. I don't know what
came over me this afternoon. I was going nuts thinking that you weren't going
to speak to me ever again."
"I won't stop
talking to you. I just didn't understand the
fierceness of your attention to the things you care about. Here," I handed
him the bag of chips. "Consider this a partial payment on my
penance."
He looked at the
bag and fingered the bow. Tears ran down his face.
"Oh you
Catholics, always have to make a production out of everything." He smiled
and blinked. "And wherever did you find a bag of chips this BIG?"
I grinned. "No
one, and I mean NO ONE, dishes guilt like a Catholic
mother. Trust me.” I paused. “Sam belongs to one of those warehouse shopping
thingies. He took me there this afternoon."
"Cool," Kel said.
We both laughed and
suddenly Kel was in my arms. His arms wrapped around
my neck, his mouth pressed against mine. I opened my mouth and let him in, he turned his head and pushed his tongue deep into my
mouth. Passion flowed down my back like fire. I sucked greedily on his tongue, his mouth was as sweet as honey.
The kiss broke off
with sigh. Kel leaned his head against my chest,
after a minute or two he stepped back and looked up at me. His fingers tangled
around the buttons of my shirt.
"Please
Josh," He looked down, then up again. "Please, stay with me tonight.
I won't expect anything. I just want your company; to feel you by me. Please?"
"Yes.
Okay."
Kel wrapped himself around my
neck again. I just held him, he felt so damned RIGHT in my arms, like he had become an extension of my own body. I was amazed
that I could feel so deeply for someone I had only just met. Maybe the ancient
Greeks were right. There is another person walking around that together with yourself makes one complete entity. Was I lucky enough to
find him so early in my life?
I stepped backwards
and started to open the door. Kel jumped forward and
grabbed Tova’s collar.
“Careful,” he said.
“He runs if he gets the chance and chasing a wolf all night through the ‘burbs isn’t what I had planned for the evening.”
I grinned at him.
Sticking my head out the door, I whistled.
“Inside,” I told
She bounded in and
proceeded to smother both Kel and Tova
with affection. It took several minutes to get both canines settled down. Kel admired her and she admired him back with several wet
kisses. He laughed. I was relieved to hear him laugh. This relationship wasn't going to be easy, but I planned to give it my best
effort.
Kel threw a quick dinner
together: a couple steaks on the barbeque, a salad and of course, chips and
salsa! We ate on the patio watching
"I assume she's
spayed, not that it matters: Tova is neutered,"
He grinned at me. "I know, makes me cringe also, but it takes a lot of the
aggressiveness out of male wolves." He dipped another chip in the salsa. I
ate another chip liberally smothered in salsa.
"What happened
to the Mexican lover?" I asked. "If that's not
being too nosy."
Kel shook his head and sighed,
"The second time he put me in the ER I swore out a complaint against him.
He did a month jail time for assault and then jumped parole. I was glad he left."
"God
damn, Kel!" I sat up straight.
"Well you
know, statistically abused children tend to grow up to be either abusers or
abused adults. I have fallen, in the past, into the latter category many
times." He looked down at the table his index finger rubbing at a
non-existent stain. I reached over and caressed his hand.
"Not anymore
you won't," I said fiercely. He smiled.
By the time we
finished eating and loaded the dishwasher it was getting late, the sun was
already down. Kel went outside to check the feeders
on the rabbit cages. When he came back in, he checked to make sure there was
plenty of water in Tova's dish. He placed a second
bowl of food on the floor.
"Wolf
chow?" I asked.
He grinned. "Purina Dog Chow."
Kel took my hand and led me
down the hall, the dog and wolf following at our heels. One of the two doors I
had noticed last night was open, the other firmly shut.
"My
room," he said softly. "I apologize for the mess."
Kel's room was fairly
large about 20' X 30'. There was a walk-in closet on the right wall. An oak entertainment center, smaller than the one downstairs, was
against the wall near the door. Against the wall
left of the door was a long dresser. Its top covered in a clutter of papers,
books, a wallet, keys and other things. Between it and the closet was a queen
size antique mission street style bed, the wood a
warm, satiny honey brown. A pile of blankets covered the center of the bed. The
clothes Kel had been wearing that afternoon were on
the floor and another pile of clothes were on what I
assumed to be a chair by the closet.
"I'm, umm,
kind of lazy about actually putting things away. Drove Kara
nuts." He flushed. "Sorry, I shouldn't talk about her."
I didn't say anything. Kel looked up
at me.
"You're not a
neat nut, are you?" He asked.
"ME!? You gotta be kidding. I am the
original slob!"
Kel laughed, "My kind of
man! You should have seen me flying around the house Sunday cleaning everything
that didn't get out of my way."
One of the blankets
on the bed moved. A brown face peered out; it yawned and shook the blanket off.
The biggest Siamese I'd ever seen stretched and yowled
for attention.
"Josh, meet
Whiskers. He thinks he is in charge around here," Kel
scratched the cat's back.
"Doesn't every
cat?" I asked.
"Looks
like they have hit it off just fine."
I nodded. "
"Sort of like
her dad?" Kel asked,
his voice low and sensual. He walked his fingers up the front of my shirt to
the top button. I grasped his wrist. The bones felt so delicate and again I
thought of how frail Kel looked. But
I was learning that his inner self was made of iron.
"I'm
sorry," he said looking down. "I know I said no strings attached -
but God Josh. I want you so bad! I ache to have your body next to mine, on top
of me, under me.. Hell just against me!"
I cradled his chin
in my hand. I was hard and had been ever since we had entered the bedroom. I
brushed the hair back from his face. Kel leaned
forward and our lips met. Fire ran down my chest to my groin, I moaned and
pulled Kel closer. My hands ran down his back and
grabbed the t-shirt. I yanked it up tangling us both in it. We both laughed as
I untangled the T-shirt.
Kel stood quietly in front of
me, his eyes down cast. He was so thin his skin looked 'stretched' over his
bones. His pants, even belted, rode low on his hips revealing jutting hipbones
and a fringe of dark brown hair just above the belt. I ran my hand up his chest
feeling each and every rib and a couple of scars as
well. There was a light feathering of dark hair across his pecs
except where a nasty scar cut across the upper side of his left one. I ran my
finger along it. My stomach roiled in pain. I tipped Kel's
head up again. He started to say something but I pressed a finger to his lips.
"Later,"
I said. "Tell me later. Now will only make me angry and I don't want to be
angry now." He swallowed and nodded.
I kissed him again.
Kel started to unbutton my shirt, every time his
fingers brushed my chest electrical shocks traveled down it. When he got it open he stepped back and just looked at me. I knew what
he was seeing: a smooth, hairless, copper coloured
chest and flat stomach. He reached out and laid his hand against my belly: fire
roared out from his touch. I moaned. Kel slid the
shirt off my shoulders dropping it to the floor. He put both hands on my chest.
“Josh,” he
whispered.
I pulled him close
and tried not to flinch as my fingers encountered the scars on his back. I
leaned forward and picked him up. He yelped in surprise. I carried him to the
bed and set him on it, he lay back against the pillows watching me through half
closed eyes as I kicked off my shoes and peeled out of my jeans. My cock stood
up in pleasure at being released. Kel
eyed it and ran the tip of his tongue across his lower lip. I crawled onto the
bed to where he laid looking so delicious that I almost came. I crawled up to
his lips, sliding my body across his.
“Josh,” he groaned.
I leaned down and
kissed him. He tangled his fingers in my hair. I stretched out and slid my
chest across his: caressing him, teasing him. Kel’s
body arched to meet mine and he moaned in pleasure.
For a long time we
just kissed: tongues exploring each other's mouths, hands caressing each other'
bodies. My lips moved along his jaw towards his ear. He moaned and his fingers
dug into my back. I kissed him down his neck and revisited the hollow of his
collarbone. Kel thrashed under me, his hands
tightened on my hair and he dragged my head back to his lips. Our tongues
coiled around each other and I felt like I was drowning in Kel.
I raised my head panting.
Kel’s eyes were closed. I
kissed his chin and worked my way down his chest to his nipples.
“Josh,” he moaned
as I sucked on first one then the other.
I kissed my way
down his belly and teased his belly button with my tongue. He writhed in
pleasure. At the top of his jeans I ran my tongue
lightly through the fringe of dark hair. I looked up at Kel,
his eyes were closed and there was just a tiny curve
of a smile on his lips. I reached up and ran my index finger over his lips,
down his jaw and his chest to his pants. He moaned softly in pleasure. I rubbed
the bulge of his cock with my chin. His body arched slamming his pelvis into my
chin. I chuckled.
“You ready?” I
asked. “You want me to remove this last barrier between us?”
“Yes, oh please
Josh. I want to feel you on my cock,” Kel answered in
a whispery voice.
“Kel.” I turned his head so he could see me. “ Kel, you are clean?”
He nodded, “I was
as of the test run when I was taken to the hospital. I haven’t had sex of any
kind in months anyway.”
I sat up and
unhooked his belt, then his jeans, sliding the zipper down. He moaned and
writhed under me. Kel lifted his hips; I pulled his
jeans and underwear off. He was so thin his pelvic bones looked like mountain
ridges. But his cock was hard and drooling like a
faucet. It wasn’t a particularly long cock but it was
well shaped with a purplish helmet shaped glans and a
smooth rosy coloured shaft. A pretty cock for a
pretty man, I thought. I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the tip. Kel jerked and cried out. I grinned and wrapped my thumb
and forefinger around the shaft, sliding them up and down. Kel
cried in pleasure. I leaned forward again and engulfed his cock in my mouth.
“JOSH!!!!” He screamed, his hips bucking under me.
I grabbed his hips
to anchor them while I slid up and down on his cock. He moaned and thrashed. I
let his aching cock slide out of my mouth and he sobbed in frustration.
“Lube?” I asked.
He pointed to the
bedside table. I sorted through the jumble of things on the top and found the tube.
Under Kel's watchful gaze, I smeared lube on a couple
fingers then dropped back down between his legs. He lifted his butt and I
worked first one finger then another into his hole. He squirmed and moaned in
pleasure. I swallowed his cock again. He cried out at the twin sensations of my
mouth on his cock and my fingers inside him. His hips started bucking; my nose
banged against his pubic bone. It didn't take long
before he shot filling my mouth filled to overflowing with his thick cream. I
swallowed eagerly then slid up his body to his mouth again. He devoured my
mouth tasting himself.
"Oh,
Josh," he pushed my hair back behind my ears. "Oh
God that was great!"
"I'm glad you
enjoyed yourself." I grinned. Kel rose up on his
elbow and looked at me, his hand rested against my chest.
"My
turn," he said softly pushing me over onto my back.
I tucked my hands
behind my head and watched him. He straddled my waist and leaned forward to
kiss me: a long, hard kiss. His lips and tongue
explored my face. I sighed in pleasure. He teased my jaw with his tongue, I grabbed his head and pulled him back to my lips.
He worked his way down my jaw again taking his time. Kel
sucked on the skin on my neck just below the jaw. I moaned and he raised his
head.
"Oops,"
he whispered. "Now you will have to explain to 'the guys' why you are
wearing a turtle neck in September."
I chuckled and
tried to kiss him. Kel ducked his head and my body
exploded. He was sucking on my nipple. Hot lava poured through my body followed
by ice-cold water, I cried out grabbing his shoulders roughly. He chewed
lightly on my nipple; my body twisted. He moved to the other nipple. I thrashed
as he nibbled, sucked and teased my nipple. Kel raised his head, his green eyes were iridescent. He smiled a lazy sexy smile.
I brushed my fingers across his lips.
He ducked his head
again and traced a path down my chest to my cock. There was a noisy slurping
sound and his hair tickled my belly as he cleaned up the precum.
He ran his tongue lightly down my cock. Electricity ran up my belly and down my
legs. My hips bucked rubbing my cock along his cheek.
Once again my body exploded as Kel's
mouth slid down my cock. All the way down, until I
felt his nose against my pubic bones. I groaned and started bucking my hips. He
slid up and down on my cock driving me nuts. I grabbed his head pushing him
down. Kel's tongue, agile enough in my mouth, was
sending out shockwaves of pleasure as it coiled around my cock. I cried out his
name and started slamming my hips harder and harder against his face. Between
the pressure of his mouth and the action of his tongue
it wasn't long before I came. I cried out a long keening cry as I filled his
throat and mouth. Kel swallowed every bit and looked
up at me: his eyes were glassy and he smiled that lazy smile again. I hooked my
hands under his shoulders and propelled him back up to my mouth.
I became conscious
of more than just his sweet mouth at the touch of an ice-cold nose on my neck.
I jerked and Kel tumbled off of
me.
Kel struggled to get himself
under control. He pushed both canines away and leaned over my face again. His
lips were so close I could feel his breath.
"Looks like
you have lots of love tonight," he said softly. I grinned and kissed him;
he sighed in contentment. I pulled him down close and he snuggled up. I hooked
a blanket with my foot and pulled it up; Kel purred
as I tucked it around both of us.
"I love you so
much, Josh," he whispered as he drifted off to sleep. I kissed the top of
his head.
"I love you
too, Kel." I whispered softly.
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