by DHP
Both men realized this was it, the time to show the other what they felt. There was no urgency, no rushing. They took their time removing each other’s clothes, placing soft kisses here, little nibbles there. Finally Dean opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out lube and condoms. Jesse softly pushed Dean down onto his back and lowered himself on top of him. Holding his weight up on his forearms, he gazed into Dean’s face, softly kissed his lips, and gently rocked their cocks together. When he couldn’t wait any longer, Jesse raised himself up on his knees, stroking his cock with one hand, Dean’s with the other.
He kept it up until they were both close to losing it, and then he reached for the lube. Dean pulled his legs back to his chest, giving Jesse access to his hole. He watched as Jesse rolled the condom down his shaft and then felt as he breached his hole with a gelled finger.
Jesse eased in one, then two fingers, slowly stretching Dean. He added a little more gel and another finger but finally Dean grabbed his hand and said “Now! I need you now.”
Jesse nodded, grabbed his cock, and nudged Dean’s hole. Slowly he pushed inside, nudging past the tight ring. Dean tensed up and Jesse whispered, “Relax, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
Dean sucked in his breath at that, then did as Jesse asked. He relaxed and pushed against his cock. With one slow, steady thrust, Jesse pushed in. He allowed Dean time for the burn to turn to pleasure. He knew the second it did because Dean opened his eyes and whispered, “Please.”
Jesse moved slowly in and out, wanting to savor the feel of Dean’s tight ass for as long as possible. Eventually Dean grabbed his own cock and started stroking in time with their thrusts. Jesse looked at his lover and didn’t need to ask if he was ready. They were so in tune that Dean just nodded. Jesse sped up his thrusts and Dean sped up his hand on his cock. Within a minute, they were climaxing together.
Jesse didn’t immediately pull out of Dean. He stretched out beside him, leaning to the side to take the weight off. He looked down at the face of the man he was falling for and leaned down for a long, slow kiss. He smiled at Dean and then pulled out. He got up and removed the condom, then grabbed a towel out of the bathroom and came back to clean up Dean’s chest.
Dean leaned up against the headboard and pulled Jesse to him. Wrapped in Dean’s arms, Jesse felt loved. He felt at home. Dean placed something in Jesse’s hand and whispered in his ear, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” Jesse looked at the candy hearts in his hand. Every one of them said Be Mine.
Jesse looked into Dean’s eyes and whispered, “Yes.”
THE YOUNG MAN AND THE SEA
DIANA SHERIDAN
It was on a Valentine’s week cruise for singles that Fox met Kenny. The advertisements for the cruise had discreetly but distinctly made it plain that the cruise was for singles of all sexual persuasions, although Fox wondered how many of those who signed up would actually be gay. Still, he’d been on his own for over four months now, and he wasn’t having any luck meeting Mr. Right in or around Boston, so clearly it was time to try another venue, “another fishing hole,” as Fox put it to his best buddy.
Kenny was young—just eighteen to Fox’s thirty-one. He was certainly eye candy, but with an age difference that great, Fox wondered at first if Kenny was worth pursuing despite his obvious charms. He had wavy blond hair, blue-green eyes, medium height, and a tennis player’s build. If he was small of build, however, he was disproportionately large in the dick department. That was clear before he ever took his clothes off. His tight shorts displayed a most impressive bulge, which was probably the first thing to catch Fox’s eye, but the rest of his physique and facial looks had Fox caught and reeled in before Kenny ever opened his mouth to saucily comment, “You look like you want to join my fan club.”
Yes, he was young, but obviously he was sure of himself. He didn’t come across as cocky or full of himself, however, and his remark struck Fox as clever rather than off-putting.
What was off-putting was the fact that a minute earlier he had been with another fellow, a fellow who looked noticeably older than the young blond, yet not old enough to be his father. This was supposed to be a singles cruise, but certainly the cruise line had not required an affidavit of singlehood from those who wished to sign up. If the older fellow was his boyfriend, clearly the blond would not object to the age gap between him and Fox. But, on the other hand, if the older fellow was his boyfriend, he was already taken.
Fox felt that, after being alone for four months plus, the world owed him a loving, and he intended to collect on this cruise. Yes, he was looking forward to swimming in the onboard pools, enjoying the tropical sun, and eating the fabulous food, and yes, he had heard how wonderful the onboard gym was, but none of those was the reason he had signed up for the cruise.
He wanted to meet his next boyfriend. He wasn’t looking for a shipboard romance or a one-night stand. He was after a serious long-term relationship.
When Kenny made the “fan club” remark, Fox came back with, “Where do I go to sign up?” He then introduced himself to the blond, which was when he found out his name was Kenny. It was only later that he learned that Kenny’s youthful looks were not deceptive and the guy really was just eighteen.
“Want to go into the bar and get better acquainted over a couple of drinks?” Kenny suggested. Fox’s first reaction was that Kenny wasn’t old enough to drink legally. Then he realized they were in international waters, and Kenny’s age was no obstacle to his consuming alcohol.
Fox didn’t usually drink this early in the day, but this was a vacation, a cruise, a situation in which the usual rules and constraints could be thrown overboard. “Sure!” he said with alacrity after only a moment’s hesitation. “There are several bars onboard. Which one do you want to go to?”
Kenny never had a chance to answer. The older fellow whom Fox had seen him with earlier appeared out of nowhere, tapped Kenny on the shoulder, and said, “There you are! They’re showing a double feature of classic westerns. If we hurry, we can catch the beginning.” He didn’t seem at all perturbed to find Kenny chatting up Fox, but he seemed intent on catching the movies.
Kenny shrugged at Fox and said, “Another time. Sorry.” Then he followed his apparent boyfriend toward the elevator.
Disconsolate, Fox looked around the deck for anyone else who looked interesting and unattached, but no other fellow caught his fancy. At length, he went to the gym with both working out and socializing on his mind. He might meet someone yummy down there, and if not, at least he could get in some good exercise.
On the stationary bicycle next to his was a fellow named Danny. Danny was pleasant looking and affable, but there was no spark. Nonetheless, Danny seemed intent on striking up a relationship with Fox. He asked all the usual questions, from “Where do you live?” to “What do you do for a living?” to “What happened to your last relationship?” Everything but “What’s your sign?”
Fox answered grudgingly. He didn’t want to get off the bicycle, but he wasn’t interested in furthering things with Danny. He wished Danny would leave him alone and focus on his workout. But Danny was a pit bull. Having glommed onto Fox, he wasn’t letting go. “Let’s sit together at dinner,” Danny suggested. “Which seating are you going for?”
There go my chances of meeting anyone at dinner, Fox thought glumly.
Danny stuck to him like fresh tar on a shoe, broadly suggesting they go back to his stateroom after they finished dinner.
“I want to walk off this heavy dinner. Thanks but no thanks,” Fox replied.
“I’ll walk with you. We can go to my stateroom after that,” Danny persisted.
“Boy, I can tell how you got to win those sales awards you were telling me about,” Fox said ruefully. “You don’t take No for an answer, do you?”
“When I see something I like, I go after it, and that applies to people, too,” Danny said with a grin.
“But it has to be mutual. And I’m sorry, but this isn’t,” Fox
said. “Sorry, sales genius, but you didn’t make a sale this time. I’m strolling the deck alone, and please don’t wait for me in your stateroom. I won’t be there.”
Danny looked crestfallen, and Fox felt guilty, thinking he’d been unkind. He put a hand on Danny’s shoulder and said, “If you don’t take a hint, you risk getting hurt. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, but you kind of brought it on yourself. You’ll find someone else—someone who reciprocates your interest.”
Then Fox set out to deckwalk—alone.
There were couples seated in deck chairs in various parts of the ship, all getting to know each other better. Some were straight couples. Some were gay. All seemed cozy. Fox felt more alone than ever. As he walked along a dark stretch of deck, he heard voices that didn’t sound cozy and intimate. It was obvious that an argument was in progress.
Unashamed of being an eavesdropper, Fox paused to listen in and heard a nasty row escalating. “I told you this cruise was a bad idea,” the younger-sounding voice said. “When something’s over it’s over. A romantic cruise isn’t the answer if a relationship just isn’t working anymore. You’re simply gilding garbage.”
“I really wanted to make it work,” the older voice said, now no longer sounding angry but sorrowful instead.
“We had a good run, but now it’s over. Accept that and move on. Maybe you can even meet someone else on this cruise.”
“I don’t want someone else. I want you,” the older voice said.
“I’m sorry. It’s over. We had a good six months. Enjoy the memories. I will. But it’s time to let go.”
“I thought a singles cruise would put the romance back in our relationship.”
“I know what you thought, but it was a bad idea from the get-go. I told you that when you first suggested the cruise. Cruises are moonlight and magic, but it’s all smoke and mirrors. A relationship requires substance, not imagery.”
“I’m supposed to be older and wiser, but you sound like you’re the more worldly-wise of the two of us,” the older voice said ruefully.
“You always were a dreamer. I’m sorry you wasted your money on the cruise, but I’m glad at least that I resisted your idea of our moving in together. The break-up would be far messier if we had.”
“Well—I’ll see you in the stateroom later,” the older voice said.
“Right,” said the younger voice. Then Fox heard two sets of footsteps, one moving away from him and the other moving toward him. Out of the shadows, Kenny appeared, looking sad. Stepping out of the shadows when he saw who it was, Fox said, “Hey, guy. I couldn’t help hearing part of that. Want to talk?”
He did want to talk, and they found a pair of deck chairs nearby. At first Fox just listened, offered comfort and advice, and patted him on the shoulder. But then Fox suggested, “Want to come back to my cabin with me?”
“Why not?” Kenny said after a minute’s consideration. “I guess he and I are officially Not a Couple now. It wouldn’t be cheating, would it?”
“No, it wouldn’t. You told him it was over. You made it very plain.”
“Ring out the old, ring in the new,” Kenny said.
“Wrong holiday,” Fox said, chuckling. “New Year’s was last month.”
“Today is a new beginning. I hope this isn’t just a one-night stand. “
“I’m not looking for a one-night stand either,” Fox said. “But where do you live? I live in Boston. Don’t tell me you’re from halfway across the continent.”
“Actually I am, but I’m looking to move. Boston is as good a place to move to as any,” Kenny answered. He put his arm around Fox’s back. “Which way is your stateroom? Let’s make sure we’re compatible in bed.”
Fox was half-hard by the time they got back to his cabin, but he suggested that Kenny get him fully erect. He took out the rubbers and got undressed, and Kenny stripped off too, then set about applying a rubber to Fox’s dick. As he rolled the latex down, he tickled Fox’s shaft and then his balls. Once the rubber was snugged in place, Kenny sank to his knees, wrapped his lips around the bulb of Fox’s dick, and began to suck.
When he came up for air, Kenny said, “I know you’re not supposed to need rubbers for oral, but I believe in being safe and sane and sensible in all things.” That statement appealed to Fox. Kenny was more than just hot eye candy. He had a brain and common sense.
For a young guy, he also had some real oral talent! Fox sank down onto the bed and lay back, letting Kenny follow him down and continue sucking on his cock. He used his tongue to tantalize Fox further, swirling it around and around his knob, lapping and laving and licking, then turned up the suction and worked his way farther and farther down the shaft till Fox was knocking at Kenny’s tonsils, passing them, and still he was swallowing him down.
Kenny had a positive talent for deep-throat, and he could hold his breath so well that Fox wondered if he were a diver—undersea, not crotch. Wherever and however he had learned, he certainly had developed some appreciable abilities!
He wrung Fox’s dick out as if he were milking it, sucking on it to get him to release his cream. But of course, this wasn’t supposed to be anything but a prelude, an appetizer. He was supposed to be getting Fox hard so Fox could fuck him. For a minute, because Kenny was so talented, Fox debated letting him suck him off, then returning the favor, but he really wanted to feel that tight ass squeezing his hard-on, so he reluctantly pulled out of Kenny’s mouth and said, “Get in position.”
“How do you want me?” he asked. “On my back or on all fours?”
Fox considered the question for all of three seconds. “On your back, so I can look at you,” he said.
Kenny’s youthful face shone with excitement and eagerness. His body was taut with need and with strain. He all but quivered as Fox spit on his own finger and worked that finger up Kenny’s tight tunnel to loosen and lube him before beginning his assault. A little whimper of pleasure escaped Kenny as Fox squirmed his finger up Kenny’s back door and probed the tight, hot canal. His ass was hot and humid. His butthole squeezed Fox’s finger tight. His dick was going to have one fine time buried up there.
Kenny was hunching impatiently, too hot to hold still. His straining buns lifted him off the bed as he fucked the air with his rampant cock. That rod was the one thing about Kenny that didn’t look boyish. It was just as he had “advertised” it in those tight shorts he’d been wearing earlier. The young guy had a man’s dick on a boy’s body. For just a moment or two, Fox wrapped his free hand around Kenny’s dick and pumped it, feeling the blood course through his veins and throb life through it.
But then Fox returned to his previous mission—readying Kenny’s hole for his intended assault. He wanted to get that tight hole loosened up, and it sure seemed it was going to take a lot of work. Fox wriggled his finger inside, probing for Kenny’s prostate, feeling his way toward that walnut gland, and when he found it, he started polishing it, rubbing it, smoothing across its landscape deep inside Kenny. From the way he groaned, stiffened, and lurched, Fox not only knew he was in the right place, he worried that he was setting him on too quick a path toward orgasm.
Hastily pulling his finger back from Kenny’s prostate, he wriggled it around inside his humid chamber, tantalizing all the other nerves he could reach. Fox’s finger scratched itches Kenny probably didn’t even know he had and prepped the way for the full-scale invasion Fox was planning. The young fellow made appropriate noises and generally seemed to be having a good time.
Fox hadn’t taken his other hand off Kenny’s dick, even though he had stopped moving it. Now he began gently jacking him again, sliding his hand almost languorously up and down the vein-studded length of Kenny’s thick, huge shaft. Fox was no slouch in the dick-size department himself, with a dick that no guy would ever have to feel embarrassed about, but Kenny put him to shame. As big as Fox was, Kenny was that much bigger.
“That’s quite a weapon you’re packing,” Fox said admiringly as his han
d slid appreciatively up and down his hard-on in slow motion. Then he eased a second finger into Kenny’s rear sanctum to join the one already inside, and Fox quickly added a third and spread them out, fingerfucking Kenny’s canal and making Kenny squirm.
Kenny was punching his dick back and forth in the grip of Fox’s encircling hand, and from his motions it was clear he was getting hotter and hotter. He fucked forward to drive his dick through Fox’s hand, then ratcheted backward to swallow more of his three fingers, only to plow forward again, fucking between Fox’s hand and his fingers. “How about the real thing?” he finally asked, wiggling his taut, smooth buns at Fox coquettishly.
“You’re sure you’re ready?”
Kenny was panting. And his “Yes!” was absolutely shouted. “Ready” was an understatement.
“Okay…here goes.” And Fox lined up his dickhead with the entry to Kenny’s hole. At first he gave just a gentle thrust, but nothing happened. He hadn’t wanted to plunge his big cock in too roughly. Fox pushed inward harder, pushing through with a sharp forward thrust that made Kenny yelp and take in a breath sharply.
“Are you okay?” Fox asked.
“Mmm-hmmm!” Kenny sounded breathless but happy. Fine. Fox punched his hips forward and buried the rest of his cock up Kenny’s tight passage. Then he began pulling back again, till only his dick remained lodged inside Kenny.
Wriggling his hips, Fox made his knob circle around within the grasp of Kenny’s ass, and he felt him tighten, relax, and tighten again. As his ass squeezed Fox’s dick, his dick’s pulse pounded. His balls pulsated. His whole body quivered.
Kenny began swaying back and forth on the bed, surging forward in a needful thrust and then pounding backward again to swallow up Fox’s dick whole. Fox worked with him, plunging forward when he backed up, plowing his cock deeply into his clenching insides. Those insides held him in their grip like rubberized silk, tight around him, yet yielding and soft.