The next few days were a dream, no, a fantasy come to life, Sean thought
happily.
They woke that first morning together still wrapped in each others arms while
the sun light flooded in from it's perch high in the sky. Sean's first panicked
thoughts were he was going to be late to work but a questing tongue laving his
nipples quickly brought home the realization that he didn't have to go to work
today or ever again! He sighed in delight and held the blonde head closer to his
chest.
"I could suckle at your nipples all day, baby." Michael murmured into the smooth
chest.
Sean gave a low laugh which reverberated to the lips at his nipples and Michael
gave a chuckle in return. Michael gave up his treat with a sigh and rolled
sideways off the bed. "C'mon, baby, let's get showered and I'll give you a tour
of the house before breakfast, ok?"
Sean agreed and threw off the tangled blankets amidst the mess of the bed. He
glanced guiltily at the spots and stains. "Ummmm, Michael....," he began
hesitantly holding the sheet between thumb and forefinger distastefully.
Michael quickly turned and held Sean in his arms tightly grasping the firm
buttocks before lifting the smaller man up to eye level. Their cocks ground
pleasantly together a second before Michael said, "Nope, babe. Don't even think
about it. I've got a very discreet staff who takes care of such things and you
don't ever have to worry about the day to day stuff." He hefted Sean farther up
and kissed the bruised lips again, pulling the lower lip into his mouth to suck
on. Sean sighed and wrapped his legs around the slender waist and his cock was
squished nicely between the two bodies. But a full bladder finally protested and
Sean pointed a finger toward the bathroom. Michael chuckled and carried Sean
easily into the other room. Necessities taken care of, Michael turned on the
taps
to the shower and stood up just in time to see Sean bend over to pick up a
fallen
towel - his perfect ass too great a temptation. Michael stroked himself a few
times before putting a hand to the white mounds of flesh tantalizingly before
him. He pulled Sean to his chest, nuzzling his neck and ground his awakening
erection against the smooth back.
"Oh, baby, what you do to me."
"Fuck me, Michael." Sean spoke quietly and leaned forward to give Michael access
to him. Michael fumbled blindly in a nearby drawer for lube never releasing his
other hand from stroking Sean's nipples or stopping the maddening rubbing of his
cock along his lover's body. He quickly prepared his now erect rod and gave the
pucker of flesh several circling massages before entering his lube-slickened
fingers. Sean moaned his delight and the fingers were quickly replaced. Michael
held Sean bent almost double at the waist, taking his entire weight on his arm
as he began to pump into the delicious, tight warmth.
"You're so tight, baby." Michael murmured and Sean began to push back to meet
the
burning thrusts. The smaller man began to stroke his own cock and began to
squeeze his ass muscles against the incredible fullness in his belly. Michael
was not small but after the initial burning pain there was a fantastic build
toward pleasure.
"OhGodohGodohGod," Michael spoke in time with his increasing tempo. "I'm gonna
come, sweetheart!" Michael groaned. With several more quick hard thrusts he
pushed in one more time and froze as he came within his lover's ass. He slumped
over the sweating back and Sean's legs gave at the unexpected weight. They both
sank to their knees. Michael pulled Sean back against him and reached for purple
rod that spat it's precum, almost in anger at it's lack of completion. Michael
pulled his softening cock out but Sean's dead weight was too much for his
sensitive head so he turned Sean around. "Lay down, babe." He gently laid the
smaller man on the thick, white rug and knelt between his legs. He stuck two
fingers in the leaking rectum and grasped the steely flesh and began to pump it
with his lubed fingers. Sean gasped at the sensations and grabbed Michael's arm
as his lover began to finger fuck him and stroke his swollen cock.
"Come for me, baby. I want you to come for me, Sean." Michael crooned softly.
He bent over and took the fiery cock in his mouth and searched for the nub of
flesh within the ass.
He didn't think Sean would last long and just as he found it and gave a fierce
suck and took the cock down his throat, Sean managed to gasp out,
"I'm...I'm..gonna.." and he came with several hot spurts down Michael's throat.
He swallowed it all and looking like the proverbial cat, licked his lips and
laid
next to the gasping man. He drew him into his arms and Sean placed his head on
the hairy chest and sighed in absolute contentment.
"I love you, Sean."
"Don't wake me up, Michael." Sean whispered.
Whatever response Michael expected, it wasn't that. "What, baby?"
"This has got to be a dream and I don't want to wake up."
"It's no dream. You're in my arms, and while we're laying on the bathroom floor,
I think this is a bit of heaven on earth as well." Michael said with a smile on
his face.
"I love you, too."
They must have lain like that for at least 15 more minutes before Michael
prodded
Sean and turned off the now cold running shower. Neither was tempted to shower
at the moment, so Michael suggested they do a quick wash up with a washcloth and
head for the tour of the house while they waited for some more hot water. He saw
Sean hesitate, "What's up, baby?"
Sean shrugged casually and tried to put Michael off but the older man wouldn't
hear of it. "Well, it's just been perfect and I don't want to share you yet. "
he began slowly as if searching for the right words to match his feelings. "I'm
afraid once we step out that door and meet other people, this will all
disappear." His voice trailed off as if worried Michael would laugh at him.
"Look, baby, why don't you get a robe on - there's several in the closet and
I'll
be right back, ok?" Michael grabbed a robe hanging on a golden hook and quickly
left. Sean looked relieved that Michael didn't seem amused at his revelation but
a little puzzled at the lack of response. He nodded and turned toward the
closet, albeit slowly. Two hot bouts of passionate sex in one day was more than
he'd gotten in several months and he wasn't used to it. He wiggled his ass and
grinned, but he was sure he could get used to it.
He opened one of the cedar lined closet doors which revealed a revolving clothes
rack and looked in amazement at the size of the wall length closet that held
more
dark suits and white shirts than he'd even seen at the local department store.
He found a section that held casual clothes and found a cherry silk robe and was
just belting it twice around his narrow waist when he was grabbed from behind
and
lifted up. He laughed helplessly as straying fingers found his ticklish spots.
Michael couldn't help but grin at the infectious laugh but then informed Sean of
his decision. "Okay, babe, here's the scoop. I just let the staff go for the
day - let's give them a few minutes to get out of here and the place is ours,
all
alone. How'd you like that?" Sean's mouth fell open in astonishment but quickly
hugged Michael.
"It's perfect." Sean said thankfully, moving into the waiting arms. "Just like
you."
They both laughed and wondered how such words spoken by anyone else would have
had them roll their eyes at such corny dialogue. But somehow right here, right
at this moment, it fit. They hugged and cuddled for a few minutes, rocking
gently in each other arms. Sean raised his head and was quickly given a
lingering kiss.
"We better stop or I'm never going to get you out of this bedroom," Michael
laughed a little shakily. He wondered at his passion for Sean. It was as if
his lack of involvement, his lack of feeling for his bed mates of the past, were
set free all at once, to be deposited with a fiery, devouring hunger for the man
in his arms.
He took the slender fingers in his own broad hand and led Sean toward the door.
He had to tug a bit to get Sean to follow. Would opening the door cause the
magic, the dream, to shatter? With a firm resolve, as well as a deep breath, he
pulled Sean after him and opened the door.
Michael had worked long hours for many years to afford the luxury he lived in
now. And Sean's mouth dropped in wonder as he was led from room to room of
tasteful class and comfort; from sauna and indoor pool to the billiard room and
library. They headed to the dining room where the cook had left a small buffet
in the warming dishes for their breakfast. Michael's tastes for breakfast were
usually simple - toast, yogurt and fruit and strong, black coffee. But at
Peter's description of the love of the master's life; too skinny, too young and
too beautiful, the older cook made it her purpose in life to fatten the young
man
up. Fluffy eggs, crisp bacon, round sausages, light pancakes and biscuits were
waiting for them to feast on. Michael's eyebrows rose in astonishment. Sean had
a made a conquest and he hadn't even met most of the staff yet.
They sat down after Michael heaped more food onto the plate Sean had hardly
filled. "C'mon, sweetheart, chow down or Mrs. Halliard will be hurt." Michael
said in an effort to get the young man to eat. Sean did need to gain some
weight. He needed sleep, food and time to let his young body recoup from the
months of stress he'd been living under.
Sean nodded but felt the magic return as they sat close together, bare thighs
touching and rubbing together as they fed bits of food into each other's mouth.
Sean caught one of Michael's fingers as they deposited a choice bit of bacon
into
his mouth. He sucked the finger and watched his lover's eyes grow wide.
"Oh Sean," he whispered, "don't get me going again."
Sean released the finger and laughed easily while patting his full belly. "I
don't think I could do much right now, myself, love."
They headed toward the living room but not before Sean tried to clean up the
dishes. "Sean, leave them. You're not a waiter anymore. In this home, you get
waited on. Understand?"
Sean nodded and gave a shy grin and a short time later found himself laying on
the soft leather couch with his head in Michael's lap, his hair being gently
stroked and his eyes growing heavy.
"So beautiful..." Michael murmured. "And not just the body." His fingers trailed
down to the robe that had fallen open and gently stroked the hairless chest.
Sean felt so warm, so protected and loved and he slipped into a peaceful sleep.
When he woke sometime later, he saw Michael reading The Wall Street Journal. He
watched for several minutes before turning slightly to his side, feigning sleep.
The hand which had been resting on his chest gently stroked his arm as if
soothing him. Sean moved his head a bit so he could feel the lax genitals with
his chin. He felt the hand hesitate and had to hold back a grin. He waited a
minute before the hand resumed its stroking of his arm and once more nudged the
cock. This time he got a flicker of response from the stirring cock and the hand
stopped again. Giving up all pretence of sleep, he reached over and parted the
folds of the robe to reveal Michael's generous endowments.
"Why, you little..." the words broke off in a gasping shout as Sean swallowed
him
in one swift motion. Michael was brought to a satisfying completion and lay back
breathing heavily, half naked and looking utterly desirable.
"What did you expect having that gorgeous piece of flesh just inches from me?"
Sean asked innocently. He reached over and finished licking his lover clean. The
only response was a low moan from the still incoherent man as the tongue flicked
lightly over his sensitive cockhead.
They lay quietly for several more minutes before Sean sat up only to be pulled
into Michael's lap. Sean wrapped his arms around the strong neck and lay his
head on the broad shoulder. This time it was Michael who edged his palm into the
opening of the robe and parted the silken folds. He bent forward and began to
suck on the tantalizing tit. For several minutes the only sounds heard was the
peaceful ticking of the antique grandfather clock, the wet sounds of Michael's
mouth on Sean's chest and the quickening breaths of the smaller man. Sean
grabbed
the head in front of him and breathed in the clean smell of freshly washed hair
and pulled it up to kiss his lover. The cavorting tongues fought for dominance
before they both had to come up for air.
They peered for what seemed like forever into each other's eyes and both began
to
speak at the same time. "I love you." They laughed together and knew this was
only the beginning.
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