Part 96
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Philip stood on the back porch and stared up at the thick orange and pink strips across the sky above him. Wrapped in the thick toweling robe he cradled his cup in his hands as he reveled in the feeling of absolute contentedness.
As the cool morning air puffed around him gently and brushed across his stubble-covered cheeks the perfection of the moment wasn’t lost on him so he closed his eyes to enjoy it completely. He inhaled a deep lungful of fresh air, lifted the cup to his lips and took a mouthful of the steaming brew as he listened to birds in the bushes. He loved Jack’s garden. It was always a place of peace for him. And this morning he felt more peace within him than he had ever felt – in many years.
As he moved towards the rough wooden setting he felt a twitch deep within him that reminded him quite plainly of the events last night. Gingerly he eased himself onto a slatted seat and put his cup down as he laid his head over the backrest of the seat. He closed his eyes against the awakening sky above him, crossed his legs and inhaled happily. So what did it matter that he was sore and tired and… well… sore.. A chuckle burbled on his lips as he crossed the robe in his lap to ensure he wasn’t exposed to the elements and then thought about the events of last night.
Their all-night lovemaking session had culminated in four incredible orgasms. Four! He smiled proudly and shifted carefully as he recalled how they’d taken it in turns to bottom - with him going first, naturally! It had been everything he imagined it could, and would, would be like! Jack was tender and loving and considerate of him the whole time, while still taking care of his own primal needs that had been denied to him for almost as long as they had to Philip.
They’d done the teasing, they’d done the kissing, they’d done the touching and the petting and Philip knew that it was getting nearer the time to divest himself of his little red shield and finally submit to his lover. He was relaxed but nervous all at the same time. When Jack’s fingers touched against his ring he moaned and felt a shiver of excitement race throughout his body. But mingled with it was very real fear. The fear he’d held for two years haunted him for a mere second but he pushed it aside. His tests were clear and he was completely healthy – however it may have happened.
And there was another fear - the fear of pain. He knew Jack would be gentle but two years of abstinence would certainly make him ‘feel’ it – much like a virgin, which is what he had considered himself last night. With his heart drumming he pledged himself to Jack, as the one man who stood by his side throughout all the very bad times as well as the few good times before the healing.
When the foreplay was over he encouraged Jack to move in behind him and take the reigns. He was already being reassured with soft words cooed into his ear as Jack’s fingers, well lubricated, pushed through his tight ring and into his body. In a body unused to this kind of invasion he was still coming to grips with the discomfort when Jack’s utterance about the ‘sweet heat’ reached his ears and melted his mind. Instantly his muscles relaxed and he moaned as another finger was inserted inside him and used to stretch him even further.
Now he was being stimulated at both ends - with Jack’s fingers up his ass and Jack’s lips and tongue against his ear. Philip’s stomach knotted as the fingers pressed more deeply inside him then suddenly his legs turned to jello as a long digit swiped against his buried nub and sent a spike of tingles through every vein in his body. Jack’s arm secured around him as he stumbled slightly at the almost forgotten stimulation.
‘I’ve got you’ was purred into his ear by his thoughtful mate who kissed and sucked on his shoulder and neck. The reassurance came not only in those words, however, but also in the fact that he was held fast against the warm body behind him by a strong arm.
Knowing he was secure he submitted to the feelings building within him and he wriggled down onto the fingers buried inside him. ‘More’ he whispered after a short while and Jack’s fingers slipped in and out of him in a simulation of what was to come, as he rubbed his engorged shaft all over Phil’s rump and back. Philip whimpered more words of encouragement as his mind began to spin. Suddenly Jack’s fingers left his body - leaving him bereft and feeling strangely empty.
He felt pressure against the stretched ring then strong arms engulfed him once again as Jack’s hairy chest pressed against his shoulder blades and whispered words of love filled his ear. Philip tingled all over and thought he was ready for this. He thought he knew what to expect – but he didn’t.
Despite the tender preparation the second Jack’s tip breached him he felt searing pain strike up his coccyx and down the backs of his thighs. His knees buckled beneath him with the unexpectedness of the sting. Unprepared for the reaction they stumbled a moment before Jack regained his footing and held Philip tight once again. With worry in his voice Jack checked on him, needing to know if he was all right. Philip bit his top lip hard and nodded, he didn’t want to ruin this moment and he knew the pain couldn’t last forever. When Jack wriggled slightly to lodge himself in deeper a cry escaped Philip involuntarily. Jack stopped moving immediately and asked – again – if he was all right. Philip reassured him with the truth. He’d forgotten the pain but he didn’t want to stop.
Jack had reached around, grasped his cock and pumped him as he spoke tender words into his ear. With each stroke Philip’s pain subsided until there was nothing but an enjoyable hum of heat around the fully stretched ring. With his head tilted all the way back to rest on Jack’s shoulder he told his incredible lover that he loved him, over and over again, as Jack gently caressed his other hand up and down his arched throat.
Reassured by the body that was slowly becoming like liquid under his touch Jack started to ease himself back and forth inside the tight ass. Philip gave a few grunts of discomfort at first then his tone changed to one of enjoyment and finally, as he started up the crest of his orgasm, he was relaxed enough to moan and move with Jack, matching him thrust for thrust as they settled into a perfect rhythm together.
With Jack’s heat pressed against his back and Jack’s body hair brushing tantalizingly over his sensitized skin the young man was almost ready to explode too soon. As his breathing started to grow erratic the older man casually squeezed him at the base and stunted his rising orgasm.
‘Wait for me’ Jack whispered lasciviously against the raven sideburn as he thrust deeply into the willing body and brushed a thigh against the back of Philip’s leg.
Lightheaded Philip marveled at how well Jack knew him - knew his reactions enough to sense when he was about to explode and cared enough to make sure that this ‘first’ time was done right. It proved that Jack wasn’t just here for his own gratification – that Philip’s moment was foremost on Jack’s mind as well.
Feeling ready to explode Philip clamped his eyes and gave a cry of relief when he heard Jack’s grunt of release and felt him buck within him, shaking and shivering and crying out his name as he finally fulfilled something they’d both wanted since the night they’d met. As tears washed down his cheeks Philip enjoyed the sensation of Jack milking himself within him and then he gave a soft groan as his lover’s dick finally left his tender ass. Half expecting some comment or kiss Philip was surprised when Jack snaked around him and dropped immediately to his knees without a word uttered.
A loud gasp escaped Philip and he dug his short nails into Jack’s shoulders as the kneeling man took him into his mouth. It was over in a blinding second! The moment the throbbing cock hit Jack’s warm, juicy mouth Philip was gone – shuddering out a load down his lover’s throat for the first time in their relationship.
This time when Philip’s knees buckled beneath him Jack wasn’t able to catch him and the young man landed, unceremoniously, on his ass on the floor beside his lover. Jack didn’t even bother to ask if he was all right but he laughed instead. Loudly he whooped and Philip, stunned and dazed by his testosterone high, took a second then fell onto his back, raised his fists into the air above him and cried out a loud and satisfied, “YES!” as he drummed his feet on the polished floor happily.
Now, as the sun inched higher into the crisp morning sky, Philip smiled at that memory. It happened only eight or so hours ago, but already it felt like a lifetime ago. He sipped his cooling coffee and shifted on his tender ass. He thought about Jack, about the sight of him with a shit-eating grin on his face as he finally crawled over him, stared down into his eyes and said, “Finally!”
Philip remembered the odd sensation of tasting himself in Jack’s mouth when they finally stopped celebrating the miracle and kissed – like there was no tomorrow. It made him groan and he couldn’t get enough, making Jack kiss him over and over, deeply and without care about how much juice passed between them.
He blinked and opened his eyes – surprised to find that the pink and orange streaks were now dulled as the sun rose higher in the morning sky. He winced as he sat up, picked up his cup and drank the cooled liquid. With another contented sigh he shifted carefully on his seat, tilted his shoulders enough so that he could rest his head back against the seat once more and then started to doze off to sleep, wondering if Jack was alright in the bath.
*
Jack had waited on the toilet while the bathtub filled with hot, steaming water. With a groan as his body protested to the movement he got to his feet unsteadily and reached for the tube of bubble bath. He squeezed too much into the stream of running water and the room filled with the sweet scent of blueberries. He recapped the tube then tossed it into the hand basin before he inserted a toe into the tub tentatively. Deciding it was a tolerable temperature he stepped into the water and then eased his aching body down into the warmth slowly.
He winced when his abused ring hit the hot surface then he gave another sigh as he lowered deeper into the welcoming heat. He muscles relaxed and he laid his arms along the rim of the tub as he closed his eyes and lolled his head back against the bath pillow.
He ached all over. It was a feeling foreign to him after lovemaking. Normally he was tender, perhaps tired, but right now he ‘ached’ - his body protesting the use of muscles that he’d forgotten he even possessed. Philip had twisted him and turned him and devoured every last speck of him. After their first time Philip had cracked open the champagne and poured them both a glass full. They toasted each other then drank the refreshing drink heartily. After more kissing and petting, involving spilling copious amounts of the expensive drink onto each other’s body parts and sucking it off again, Philip’s cock had grown rigid and the young man had laughed and said that it must have wanted its turn at being the top.
Never before had they discussed ‘tops’ or ‘bottoms’. Their love making, while adventurous in its own way, had always been constrained by the infection. They’d brought each other to completion by using hands and, later in the relationship, Philip would blow Jack and bring him to a screaming end that way. Never had Jack ever ‘bottomed’ -not even in the chaste way he’d topped Philip - and the young man had never implied a desire to ‘top’.
Free of the disease though, Philip was more confident obviously. In his view, because he was the first one ‘ready’ for a second round it was his prerogative to be the top. Jack – having never bottomed before – decided that it was a night for losing one’s virginity and eagerly accepted the challenge. The look in his lover’s eyes when he confessed to having never bottomed before clearly told Jack that Philip was honored to be the ‘first’ man to venture where no man had gone before.
Jack felt heat sting his cheeks as he recalled the incredible pain the second Philip pressed into him. Like he had with the younger man, Philip had taken his time to prepare him, so much in fact that his own erection had deflated slightly while he prepared Jack for what was to come. Jack thought he knew pain. He thought he could withstand any kind of torture inflicted upon his persons. He’d ‘obviously’ never bottomed before because this pain was unlike any he’d ever encountered.
Crouched onto his hands and knees on the bed he dropped his head into his hands as he bit back the anguished cry that threatened his lips. He took comfort in the gentle touches of his skilled partner and he tried to push the pain aside and concentrate on this incredible moment – the moment that Philip could actually enter another person’s body without fear of passing on a life sentence to them. He wanted to relax and enjoy this occasion, for Philip’s sake as much as his own, but he also needed to take the time to allow himself to ‘feel’ all of this – after all, this was his ‘first time’.
Showing a maturity beyond his years and a tenderness that swelled Jack’s heart, Philip skillfully made him forget the pain then brought him to his climax in the most tender acts of love making he’d ever been a part of. Like everything he seemed to tackle Philip brought to this experience an incredible gentleness and insight into thought and feeling that Jack could never consider during ‘sex’. Philip’s fingers seemed to know every little hot spot on Jack’s body that added to the extraordinary feeling of being stretched beyond the max by a fat, rigid cock. The young man murmured words of love into his ear and trailed his hands across every inch of flesh available to him as they rocked together in sweet sweaty harmony. Jack loved that Philip knew how to strike the perfect spot each time he pushed into his body, and Jack loved how the love-making was slow and languid, but without lacking fire.
Perspiration trickled from Jack’s hairline and down his temple and Philip licked it away, telling him it was the sweetest taste ever. It was finally all over when Philip, fist firm around Jack’s engorged cock, delved his tongue into his lover’s ear and swirled it around. Jack gasped very loudly, surprising himself as well as Philip with his loud reaction to the tantalizing touch. A jet of cream splashed across the sheets and Jack was still riding out the waves when he felt Philip hit his own crescendo, dragging his nails across the freckled shoulders and back as he writhed with ultimate pleasure.
With another languid sigh Jack lifted his feet from the bath water and rested them, crossed at the ankles, onto the end of the tub. He stared down at his feet. He hadn’t given them much attention before, other than the regular toenail clipping and scrub after a particularly lengthy mission that had him on his feet for too long. Other than that, he really hadn’t given this part of his anatomy much consideration at all.
Philip – on the other hand – raved about them. Raved about their length and their appearance (he said they were elegant! Yikes!). He rubbed them over nearly every part of his body, including his face, and – after bathing them in cold champagne - he suckled on the toes and licked between them with abandon. Jack had never known of this foot fetish and Philip confessed that neither had he – until now! At one point Jack came just from the ministration Philip was applying to his toes. It was the gentlest of orgasms he’d had all night, but considering it was the third, that wasn’t such a bad thing in Jack’s book. Not even on his wedding night had he managed to ‘do it’ so much. Philip had promised him that he’d be like no other lover, but Jack thought it was just talk. He expected – at the most – maybe his usual record of two and a lot of cuddling after until they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms – but four orgasms in the one night totally surprised him.
As he shifted in the warm bath, renewing the sting to his tender flesh, he wondered if he’d ever be able to live up to this night – ever again. His body rumbled with a deep moan as he listened to the water lap at his sides in the otherwise silent room.
He recalled their last time – just a few moments ago - and the one that Jack knew, for his own sake, had to be the last one for the night! He didn’t even intend to go that far again but kissing with Philip had led to one thing which led to another thing which lead to an orgasm – this time in a simultaneous effort, both men suckling on each other like babies on a bottle while their fingers explored once forbidden zones.
Throughout the long hours of the night Jack discovered that couldn’t get enough of the taste and texture of Philip in his mouth. This time he alternated between his cock, his balls and the reddened ring, suckling on the long black hairs as he moved between each treasure. He was tonguing his lover ever so tenderly when he felt the shivers race throughout the fatigued body within his grasp. He shuffled quickly into place and barely managed to get his lips around the throbbing head when Philip cried out hoarsely and came at the same time. Jack relished this new permission. He held the juice in his mouth once the younger man had flopped onto the bed beside him, all huffs and puffs and out-of-breath, and he savored the taste, feeling the tartness and the texture of the viscous liquid. He rolled his tongue within it then he swallowed, taking his time to ensure he’d gathered every last drip of it from the glistening red head.
Moments after catching his breath Philip had rolled off the bed and peered over the edge back at his lover. His dark eyes were almost closed, his handsome face was shadowed in very sexy whiskers, his lips were red and swollen and his hair was tousled and knotted by his thrashing about. To Jack – he’d never looked more handsome!
As he rolled across the wet spotted sheets Jack realized that making love for almost nine hours had taken his toll on him. He was sore and he was sweaty and he really needed to take a bath.
Now that he was in that bath he sighed contentedly, settled into the bubbles further and enjoyed the absolute peace that came with knowing that you were thoroughly loved and in love with someone.
The door creaked as it opened and Jack slotted his eyes apart enough to see his gorgeous mate perch himself carefully on the edge of the tub. Lazily Jack lifted his hand and touched it to the toweling covered arm.
“Hey baby!” He murmured sleepily.
Philip held out a cup and guided Jack’s hand to it. “I’ve brought you in a cup of coffee.”
With a groan Jack sat up in the tub and took the drink. “Thanks!”
Philip reached down for his own cup, cradled in his hands and smiled at his bathing beauty.
“How do you feel?” They asked together then both laughed softly at the coincidence. Jack indicated for Philip to go first.
“Sore, but..” He inhaled a deep breath, smiled then blew it out. “Extremely happy. You?”
“I think I invented some muscles last night just so that they could spasm on me now.”
The younger man smiled. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah,” Jack tried to look convincing then shrugged and took a sip of coffee. “Man, you make the best coffee.”
“You only say that so that I’ll keep making it!” Philip murmured with a smile at the edge of his cup.
“True… and it works..” Jack said with another shrug. The young man reached his hand out and toyed with the wet chest hairs.
“Where’s that muscle that hurts?”
“Back there..” Jack twisted slightly, winced then waved his hand in the general direction of his back. Philip stood up, stripped off the robe and jerked his head in indication for Jack to sit up. The older man scooted forward in the water and left room for Philip to sit in behind him.
“Ouch!” Philip hissed under his breath as he lowered himself into the bubbles.
“Hot?”
“Sore.”
“Ah.”
“Here?” Philip touched Jack’s back.
“Yeah.. right-” Jack flinched when Philip pressed on the tender muscle - “there..”
The young man gave him a gentle massage and when Jack seemed more comfortable, he moved on to washing his partner’s hair then they remained in the water until their skin pruned and the bubbles evaporated. Finally Jack patted Phil's wet knee and woke the dozing man up.
“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said over his shoulder. “Let’s do this right. Bed..”
Philip groaned then held his hand up and allowed Jack to pull him from the water, wrap him in the robe and then guide him to the bed. They flopped onto the sheet together then the older man felt around for the bedding, draped it over them and cuddled his lover tightly as they drifted off to sleep.
<End of part 96>
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