Original © 2005

Revised © 2007

BY:  Gerry Young

[To DREW in Yorkshire, England, my LOVE for his continued inspiration, encouragement, ceaseless instructions over my hardheadedness, and his determination to help me make this the best that I think it can be, even though I may not have followed all his suggestions to the letter.]

CHAPTER FIVE

Slowly but surely Gerry and Ted made their way out of the Jacuzzi / hot tub … slipping, sliding, fumbling, but eventually standing, though still kissing, fondling, rubbing, caressing, nibbling ear lobes, sucking hardened nipples, leaving light but definite hickies here and there, and gaining only mere inches toward the bedroom.

As if on some unseen, unheard cue, they both pulled back from each other, cocks still battling, hands on each other's shoulders, and heard simultaneous hungered cries of "WAIT," from Ted, and "HOLD ON," from Gerry. They were frantic!

They looked at each other, grinning.  Then they began laughing hysterically.  As that subsided, they leaned toward each other and tenderly, but quickly, gave each other a little peck on the lips.  "I'll run and turn down the bedclothes;  you grab the glasses and Kahlua.  Now HURRY," Gerry desperately commanded … said … ordered … nudged … encouraged …  SHIT! He didn't know what he’d said.  He'd already forgotten.

It didn't matter because within mere seconds, diffused lighting was exotically bathing the room while the first soft strains of Ravel's "Bolero" could barely be heard coming from the speakers under the bed, the liqueur was sloshing in the bottle on the dresser, and Gerry was stretched out on the clean, crisp, dark gray satin sheet, on his back, legs slightly spread apart, arms stretched toward his night's lover as Ted so athletically, so ... beautifully … leapt through the air with the greatest of ease, and made a perfect four-point landing on either side of Gerry's shoulders and hips.

Gently Ted stretched out and slowly nestled full-body on top of the man beneath him.

Gerry's arms stretched across Ted's back, and his fingertips ran all over him as far and as near as he could reach, discovering the subtle differences of his bodily terrain.  His soft and spontaneous excited moans of unexpected pleasures, his tiny jerks, his slight contractions and expansions of taut muscles, all told Gerry that he was thoroughly enjoying the digital explorations.

At least Gerry thought he was;  that is – until he began kneading the cheeks of Ted's ass and his fingers began roaming the deep recesses, slowly plunging to that most secret of places.

Mid-pleasure, Ted froze, totally motionless.

A moment later, with eyes closed, and a concerned frown on his brow, Ted eased his body back.  His lower legs and feet were still next to Gerry's. Bending at his knees and hips, Ted sat atop Gerry's shins.

Once he stopped moving, his eyes opened, staring straight ahead at Gerry, and as Gerry noticed Ted's rapidly softening erection, Ted covered it with his hands.

"What's wrong, Ted?"

His eyes closed again as every muscle in his face strained, as his breathing became labored and nervous. Still covering his nakedness with his left hand, his right hand roughly rubbed left and right across his brow. "What the fuck am I doing, Gerry?"

"Whataya mean, Ted? What's wrong?"

He slid off Gerry's shins and sat at the foot of the bed.  Facing away from him, Ted sat in sort of an Indian Yoga – Lotus position, elbows on his knees, chin resting on the palms of his hands.  "I'm married, Gerry."  Even though Ted couldn't see him, Gerry nodded;  he knew that he was married.  Ted hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and gazed off into somewhere, nowhere.  "Aww fuck! That's not it, man" he sounded to be on the verge of tears.

Gerry was dumb-founded.  His mouth fell open.  Omar was no longer standing at attention.  Rising up a little, he supported himself on his elbows behind Ted.  Gerry didn't know what to say.  He waited for another extremely difficult confession to come forth.

"We've played around before …" he continued, "… Beckie and me.  Beckie and I and a girl-friend of hers have played around before.  We've even played with other couples, but I never touched the guys.  Just the women." Still in the Lotus position, he slowly turned around to face Gerry.  "I've never done ... this … before.  Never ... been ... intimate ... with just ... one ... guy ... one-on-one ... before," he hesitantly searched for each word before speaking … and admitting it.  "I'm scared, Gerry. I don't know what to do," he confessed, "and I'm definitely afraid of you ... uhhh …," he pointed, saying nothing else, but only moving his hand to indicate that area of his anatomy upon which he was sitting.

Gerry smiled, now knowing and understanding.  He had touched and probed ... there!  He sat fully upright, reached over and placed his right hand on Ted's left knee and tried to reassure him, "That's OK, buddy;  that's OK.  Believe me, I understand.  We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to.  OK?"

Ted meekly nodded, with down-cast eyes.

"Or anything that you would not enjoy," Gerry continued, and then added, "alright?"  Ted nodded again.

Gerry assumed a similar posture as Ted's and moved so that just their knees were touching.  They gently smiled at each other.  Gerry held out his hands, palms up, so that if Ted wanted to, he could place his hands there.  He did.  They were warm and steady, not shaky as Gerry had anticipated. That was good!

He tried to project as much love, compassion, respect and understanding to Ted as he could.  Ted's smile broadened a little.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself earlier;  were you?"

"Yes, Gerry, I was.  I really and truly was.  Please believe me."

"I do." Everything he said or did, served, more deeply, only to increase Gerry's affection for him.

"I'm sorry I've ruined the evening for you, buddy ..."

"It's not ruined, Babe.  You didn't jump up, throw on your shorts, run out the door … you didn't clobber me."

He shook his head; "No, I didn't."

"Then, can I assume that you don't hate me because I ventured where no man has trod?"  Gerry chuckled softly.

He smiled, "No, I don't hate you. But I do have to say this, buddy … You are one helluva seductress … uhhh … seduc--tor? … ugh" he was searching for the right word, couldn't find it, then defeatedly said, "Awww shit!"  Then yet again he added, "You really do know how to seduce a guy."

Gerry laughed aloud.  "Then I'll take that as a compliment, if you please." He winked at Ted.

Squeezing Gerry's hands in lengthy appreciation, Ted winked back and grinned.

"Gerry, I gotta be truthful with you."  He was becoming serious again.  "After our friendship developed so quickly this afternoon, then after dinner and drinks and your proposal to me and Beckie, and the fun in the pool, things clicked inside me.  Things that have never clicked before, between me and another guy.  Suddenly, I wanted to get closer to you … FUCK!  I still do!"  He frowned.  "But I'm afraid.  I'm scared shitless.  Do you understand?"

Nodding to his question, Gerry drew away.  Kneeling at Ted's right side, he hesitated a second before saying, "We're both naked, Ted, but do you mind if I put an arm across your shoulders?"

"No, I don't mind at all. I might even enjoy the closeness right about now," he conceded.  "Oh, hell, I know I would."

"Good," Gerry said, as he placed his left arm across Ted's shoulders, and his right hand onto the top of Ted's hand which was on his own knee.

"Yes, I do understand," Gerry answered, returning to Ted's last question.  "Been there.  Done that.  And maybe, just … maybe, someday we can talk about that – the time that I was scared shitless.  So, yes, I do understand.  It's not just empty words coming from your … seduc…tor!"

They both laughed hardily.

Gerry released his touches on him and moved off the bed.  Ted turned and watched every move he made.  Then Gerry reached for the remote on the bedside table.  Clicking a few buttons, he silenced "Bolero," programmed some Kitaro and some Andreas Vollenweider – nothing erotic;  just soft background instrumental music.  Omar wasn't asleep; he just wasn't excited anymore – not yet, at least.

"Another Kahlua?  Or would you like something stronger?"

"You gonna get me drunk and take advantage of me?" Ted half jokingly, half seriously asked.

"No, Ted. I want toooo … no, that's not it;  that's not what I meant to say … I’d still like for you to spend the night."  He stepped back toward Ted with open arms.

Ted swung his legs off the bed, stood, and stepped into what could have been Gerry's embrace but wasn’t meant to be.

As Gerry placed his hands on the sides of Ted's waist, Ted put his hands on the outsides of Gerry's shoulders.

Gerry continued, "I’d still like for you to spend it here in my bed with me, and I’d still like to fix breakfast for you in the morning."

Ted looked at him so tenderly, so longingly, Gerry almost melted.

"And," Gerry added, I would still like to make love to you … with you, if you would want to reciprocate, if you would want to return or respond to that love, but it wouldn't be required ..."

Ted slid his arms completely around the back of Gerry's shoulders and pulled them once again into full-body contact.  Gerry's arms then slid completely around Ted's waist.  They both pulled tightly, again pressing their nether regions even closer.  Omar woke up with a start, and was soon joined by his endowed friend.

"… and I promise on a stack of Bibles that I won't go … there …" Gerry feignedly looked down and over his shoulder as he gently patted Ted's ass.  They smiled and kissed each other … on the lips … no tongue, just lips;  affectionate, loving lips.

Then, "… at least not tonight," Gerry emphatically declared. Ted pulled back his head, looked at Gerry, crossed his eyes, and gave him another of his shit-eating grins.  They both got the giggles.

"You happen to have any Cognac?" Ted asked.  "I hear that's good for calming the jitters;  and, besides, I've never tasted the stuff."

Backing away and heading toward the desk in the far corner of the room, Gerry exclaimed, "Never tasted the stuff???  Oh, boy!  Watch out!  It's great for calming the jitters.  It's great for putting you to sleep, too, but I don't want you going to sleep right away, ya hear?"

He turned and looked at Ted.  They grinned at each other and Gerry continued;  "Yep, I've got a bottle of Courvoisier, best Cognac made.  My favorite night-time libation."  He lifted the top of the "desk" and pulled out the bottle and a couple of clean Cordial glasses.  "This is so strong, I'm only going to let you have half a glass-full."

By the time he finished pouring and turned around, he discovered that Ted had gotten back on the bed, lying on his left side, his back to him, and was propped up on his left elbow.  Gerry walked around the bed, leaned over slightly and handed him his glass.

Then Gerry got up on the bed himself, lay on his right side, and propped himself up on his right elbow. For the first time that night, he wanted to make a toast.  Gerry held up his glass toward Ted, who returned the proffered salute as Gerry said, "To friendship … and happiness."

"To friendship … and happiness," Ted repeated.  They clicked glasses.

They tipped their glasses to their lips and chug-a-lugged … the … whole … thing!  Whew!  They both gasped and grabbed their own chests, now burning, the liquid descending to their poor unsuspecting stomachs!

"I swear …" Ted wheezed, "… if I coughed, sneezed, wheezed or exhaled, flames would fly out."

A few deep-breathing exercises later (for both of them), Gerry took Ted's empty glass, and together with his own, placed them on the bedside table behind himself.  When Gerry looked back at him, Ted's expression seemed to say, "Now what?  Who does what, first?  Lead, and I will follow."

Or is it just my imagination, Gerry thought.

He lay supine, in the same position as earlier, extending his open arms to Ted.  "I'm all yours, Babe.  Experiment.  Explore.  Use me.  Abuse me.  Any fantasies you've ever … uhhh … fantasized about, I'm more than willin' to letcha play'em out.  If you want …"

"Shut up and kiss me, fool," Ted interrupted, as he leaned over and gave Gerry a most, most passionate and hungry lip-lock.

For a timeless instant they stayed like that, gently at first, enjoying the closeness.  After a too-brief eternity, their dueling tongues battled like hungry warriors for entrance into the other's cavernous mouth.

Ted's right hand and arm were in constant motion over Gerry's chest, sending exquisite sensations in the little bit of fur between his pecs.  

If he could have moved his head, Gerry would probably have seen that his own nipples had larger hardons than the one between his legs, and it was already straining more than he had felt in a great, long time.

Ted's mere fingertips were delicately electrifying the dark blond trail leading to Gerry's darker pubes.

Surely, at least one of Ted's female partners (grrrrr!!!) had known how to excite and pleasure him, for he was driving Gerry up the proverbial friggin' wall with just that simple bit of passion.

Oh, this is going to be a long, beautiful night!  Whether we couple or not, matters not;  just his touch satisfies the very depth of my being.

Slowly, Ted's solitary warrior retreated from Gerry's hungry oral cave and began, cat-like, bathing his face, his eyes, his nose, his brow, his ears, his lips, his chin, his neck.  Goose-pimples had driven away any words or thoughts Gerry had.  He silently swore that his goose-pimples had goose-pimples.  And then …

Then … Ted moved, straddling Gerry's chest.  Then … he eased his way down over Gerry's crotch, forcing Omar to slide up into the hot, sweaty valley which encompassed his deepest secrets.  Ted was in total control, and it must have felt completely safe for him to venture there. He was showing his trust for Gerry, and Gerry thought that Ted knew that he would not destroy that trust.

Tantalizingly, Ted again began kissing and licking his way down the thirteen inch scar from Gerry's bypass surgery.  "Does that hurt?" he asked, ceasing from his exploratory trek, albeit, sensual and stimulating.

The moment was broken. "Noooo," Gerry answered, momentarily feeling Omar lose a little of his strength;  "that's from a couple of years ago.  It's all healed.  You can poke it, prod it, even bite it if you like."

"You're not very old, Ger;  I thought only old folks had bypass surgeries.  Just how old are you, anyway?"

"Thirty-six.  It's in the genes;  everyone in my family has heart problems.  Now, can we get back to what you were doing?  Please!  You were very pleasantly driving me out of my mind."

Ted repeatedly, quickly arched his eyebrows and mischievously returned to his ministrations on the scar.

"How old are you, if you don't mind my asking," Gerry jokingly inquired as he raised his shoulders and head in order to look at Ted's face.

Putting his left hand on Gerry's right shoulder as he lifted his head to answer, Ted forced him back down and simply said, "Thirty-two."

I was right!  Yum.

Ted returned to his delightful bedside manner. Omar picked up interest again, investigating that heavenly scented valley.

Ted broadened his tongued attack by lightly sweeping left and right across Gerry's chest, moving upward again with each horizontal sweep.  But when he arrived at the left pec, Gerry felt the greatest stimulation as Ted enticingly tongued his man-breast, momentarily tickling his huge, yet tiny erection of a nipple.

Omar spontaneously jerked at Ted's secret, tightly-closed opening.  Once again Ted froze.

"Oh, fuck!" Gerry thought.

And then, feeling no intrusion, Ted resumed his enticing love-making by easing his moist, firm lips down and around Gerry's nickel-sized cinnamon-colored areola.  He tenderly kissed it, again and again, and yet again.

Then he quickly moved to the one on the right side of Gerry's chest.  But after swirling his wet tongue around and around that nipple, he didn't kiss it as he had the other one – no! -- he began sucking it.  Harder and harder.  

Gerry felt Ted's teeth sinking into the tender, excited flesh.  Turning his head this way and that, Ted was sending electrifying shocks through Gerry's chest.  Then those same shocks spread out over Gerry's entire body, particularly into and through his cock.  He was rapidly approaching the point of no return from the exquisite pain.

Don't cum now, Gerry told himself.  He could take no more, without a desired but unwelcomed climax!

Chest heaving from heavy, open-mouthed breathing, Gerry grabbed the sides of Ted's ribs and quickly forced him off.  He forced Ted onto his back and just as quickly, straddled his mid-section.

Omar pulsed from near screaming and spewing forth.  Gerry remained there for a few moments, panting, regaining his slower breath and heart rate.  "Whewwwww."  He then moaned the exquisite hum of satisfaction.

"Was that all right?" Ted asked, with a huge smile and a twinkle in his eyes.  

"All right?" Gerry retorted.  "No, Luv, it was not just 'all right.'  It was divine.  It was wonderful.  It was the best – you are the best!  You had me right on the brink of a gigantic explosion.  I haven't felt like that in years!  I didn't want to cum yet!"

"You could have, you know?  That's what I was trying for."

"Oh, it was, was it?  That's what you were trying to do, huh?  Well, we'll just see about that, Buddy!"  Gerry feigned anger, but let the corners of his mouth turn upward as he moistened his lips, then opened his mouth and let Ted watch as his tongue slid back and forth across the bottom edge of his upper teeth.

Ted started laughing, then feigned fear;  "Oh my God, I'm in for it now.  Please, dear Lord, deliver me from this vengeful demon."  Gerry laughed at that, too.

Changing his demeanor, Gerry continued, " OK, smart ass, you asked for it."  With that, his fingers began tickling Ted's sides;  he squirmed;  Gerry dug in harder, then eased up and began softly letting his hands roam and rub Ted's chest, titillating his tender tits.

Gerry reached further up Ted's body and was forced to bend forward.  Then as he lovingly placed his hands on either side of Ted's face, Gerry pushed his groin further down Ted's body and felt Ted’s eight inches of extremely hard excitement jab into his ass cheeks.

Reaching behind himself with his right hand, Gerry enclosed Ted's heavy man-tool, noting that he could barely join his fingertips.  "Ummmmm," Gerry let slip from deep in his throat.  He squeezed, then heard an echo from Ted's own throat, "Ummmmm."

Then Gerry guided that delicious piece of meat so that it was pointing to the ceiling, after which he eased his ass back further, encasing Ted's throbbing manhood in his own Valley of Secret Places.

Returning his hand to Ted's face, Gerry completely lowered his chest onto Ted's, and looking into his eyes, both of them unblinking, Gerry slowly went closer and closer.  They turned their heads so that their noses wouldn’t collide, and their lips touched.

Gerry noticed Ted's eyes were still open – he liked that – being able to look through the very windows to his lover's soul, and his being able to look into Gerry's.  Nothing could be hid.

Not only did their lips kiss – so did their tongues.  No longer battling, but tenderly touching, sharing droplets of liquid love, again and again.  Then, embracing each other, alternately wrapping around each other, erotically dancing the oral Tango as lovers.

Gerry repeatedly withdrew and re-entered the sweet confines beyond Ted’s lips.  At the same time, Gerry found that he was gently raising and lowering his hips, causing Ted's love instrument to slide back and forth in the moistness of his own Valley – moist from the blending of his sweat and Ted's own copious flow of pre-cum.

Ted's breathing grew faster and stronger, more laboured (as was Gerry's), and it wasn't long before Ted quickly pushed Gerry's face away from his, and panted, "I'm so … so … so close!"

"Good!" Gerry said excitedly, "But not yet.  Not yet."  He quickly jumped off Ted to his left, but let his right hand slide down from Ted's left hip to his left foot.

"What? What're ya doin', Gerry?" he asked with concern.

"Lettin' ya cool down, a bit, Luv," Gerry answered between his own laboured breaths.  "I want this to last longer, Babe.  I want tonight to be the best night you've ever had with anybody, female or male!"

"Well, I know this for damn sure, Gerry – I never really thought a guy could get me this turned on, before; never!"

"Well, the night's not over, yet, lover, " Gerry replied.

Ted stretched his right hand out to place it on the side of Gerry's face. Gerry took it in his left, held it palm-up and began licking and kissing the center of it. Likewise, he began softly rubbing the outside of Ted's left foot. Slowly, Gerry moved to and knelt just beyond both feet, and lifted Ted's left foot while releasing his hand onto his thigh.

"What're ya doin', now?"

"You'll see," Gerry said, as he bent down to Ted's raised foot and lightly blew back and forth across it, again and again, from his ankle to his toes.

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