“I didn’t have a mother. She ran off after I was born. My dad did the best he could, but he wasn’t exactly a demonstrative man. Seems he was raised with the idea fathers didn’t need to show any kind of affection to their sons. Rough house with them, play ball with them, but that was it. My older brother, Matt, and I just kind of grew up without any of that stuff.”
“I take it your father and brother didn’t know you were gay?”
“I think Matt suspected. He never said anything but I remember when the situation with Kyle happened, Matt was the only one who knew I was hurting. I remember it was very strange. He came into my room and caught me crying. He didn’t say anything, he just sat down and put his arms around me and held me. After I’d finally calmed down and he was going to leave, he kissed me on the forehead ‑‑ the first time I could remember ever being kissed by either him or my dad ‑‑ and said I was worth three of Kyle and I should just forget him. We never talked about it and he never mentioned it again.”
“Is Matt married?”
“No. That’s the funny thing. I’m the only one of us who got married. But, then again, Matt sort of is married, in a way.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s a priest.”
“A priest!” I exclaimed. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, I’m not. He’s really a priest. He went to college on an athletic scholarship ‑‑ football ‑‑ and then never went back for his junior year. Entered the seminary instead. Shocked the shit out of us ‑‑ especially Dad.”
“So where is he?”
“Right here in San Francisco.”
“Have you talked to him about your divorce?”
“No. It wouldn’t matter anyway, Sandy and I weren’t married in the church. We were married in Las Vegas.”
“Not by an Elvis impersonator, I hope.”
“No. Just in a regular wedding chapel. Sandy isn’t Catholic and I’m not one anymore.”
“Is that why you’ve not talked to your brother?”
“Yeah. I guess. Maybe. I don’t know what he’d say.”
“No, and you never will if you don’t talk to him. Seems to me he must have cared a lot about you. He must feel really cut out of your life now.”
He didn’t say anything in return, just kind of looked away from me. I got the feeling I’d maybe stuck my big nose into something that wasn’t any of my concern.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have any right to talk about this with you. I guess it’s just I wanted a brother so bad when I was growing up I just can’t imagine having one and not being close to him.”
“No, it’s not that,” Brian said, turning around to look at me. “Matt and I just grew apart. He was away in seminary and then they sent him to Rome to study. When he came home, I just felt like…well…like he’d outgrown me or something. I mean, I didn’t go to college or anything. I hadn’t been to church in years. What the hell was there for us to talk about?”
“Maybe the same things you always talked about? Maybe he didn’t need someone to argue theology with ‑‑ maybe he just needed a brother?”
Brian looked at me in shock.
“What do you mean?”
“Look, I don’t know your brother, but I do know a few priests. Doctors, lawyers, priests ‑‑ we’re all in kind of the same professions. A lot of the time, we’re dealing with people going through really tough times. Sometimes our areas of expertise overlap. Anyway, the priests I know are all regular people. Okay, they wear that funny collar, but underneath ‑‑ they’re still guys. The last thing they want is for people to put them up on a pedestal or think they’re somehow better than everybody else. They struggle with life just like anybody else does. Sometimes more because they have to do it alone ‑‑ without someone to love and support them. That’s why so many guys get out of the priesthood. They can’t take the loneliness.”
Brian just sat there, looking at me. I could see him evaluating what I’d just said.
“We’d better go tuck Tiger in,” I finally said, getting up.
“Yeah. Uhh…you don’t mind, do you?”
“Mind what?”
“Mind my helping you tuck him in. I guess it’s kind of a private time for you and him.”
“Brian, he asked for you. I don’t ever like to disappoint him. I mean, I do sometimes. It can’t be helped. But not unless I can’t avoid it. So, no. I don’t mind at all.”
And I really didn’t mind. After all, in my mind, there was every possibility one day Brian and I would be doing this together all the time. At least part of me hoped that. The other part was scared shitless of that happening. That part I was vigorously trying to shut the fuck up.
I walked down the hall to Tiger’s room and Brian followed me. Tiger was already in bed, dressed in his San Francisco Giants pj’s and sitting up against the headboard, the covers over his lap. When we walked in, he slid down into the bed so his head was on the pillow and looked up at us. He kept looking back and forth between the two of us and smiling. If I didn’t know better, I could swear he had decided we made “a lovely couple” and was already getting ready for the wedding.
“You need to get some sleep, mister,” I said, then leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.
As usual his little arms went around my neck and my arms went around his small body. How much longer would he allow this kind of affection? How much longer until bedtime became something that was private because he was busily taking care of yet another in a long line of constant erections? God knows, I’d done it. Truth be told, still did. He kissed my cheek and then let go of me. As I released him, he held out his arms to Brian, who looked over at me, somewhat startled by the affection Tiger was showing him. I nodded imperceptibly at him and he leaned down, allowing Tiger to put his arms around Brian’s neck and hug him. Brian wrapped my son in his arms and gently hugged him, giving Tiger a kiss on the forehead as I had done.
“Good night, Tiger,” I said as Brian preceded me out the door and I turned back to turn out the light.
“Good night, Daddy.”
I pulled the door shut and followed Brian back into the kitchen.
“Can I get you a beer?” I asked.
“No, it’s getting late. I expect I ought to be getting home. Though to tell you the truth, it doesn’t feel like home anymore. This felt a lot more like home tonight than I’ve felt in a very long time.”
I could hear the longing in his voice and my resolve about all the reasons he shouldn’t stay the night melted like ice in a spring thaw. I walked over to him and slipped my arms around his neck. He slipped his around my waist. I brought my mouth close to his and the next thing I knew, we were kissing. Not just gentle kisses, either, but rough, passionate kisses filled with our need for each other.
“Please don’t go,” I murmured, finally pulling my mouth from his.
“Are you sure?”
“The only thing I’m sure of is I want you. I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want you to be alone and I don’t want to be alone. Is that enough?”
“For now it is.”
I reached down and took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I turned to him and started to pull his T-shirt out of his jeans and over his head. As he raised his arms, his musk filled my nose and I breathed deeply of it. I guess he must have heard the deep breaths I was taking.
“I should take a shower. I work hard all day. I must smell like a polecat.”
“You smell like a man and…uhh…well…that is a smell I adore. I…ahh…have this ‘thing’ for scents,” I said, my face reddening with embarrassment.
While my passion for man-smells was not something I was normally ashamed of, I didn’t quite know how Brian was going to react to it. What was quite common and acceptable at the sex clubs and baths around San Francisco and what Brian, who had spent the last ten years buried deep in the closet, could deal with could be two entirely different things.
“You do?” he asked, a horny grin beginning to show on his face. �
�Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“I think you’re too used to dealing with a woman. Guys don’t usually mind the scent of another guy the way women do. Trust me, I’ll never ask you to buy cologne or deodorant.”
“Okay. If you can take my stink, I sure can.”
I reached down then and popped the top button on his jeans. At the same time, he started to unbutton my shirt, pulling it out of my pants, and sliding it off my shoulders. I’d already discarded the tie before we left the office to go to Tiger’s game. While he did this, I slid down the zipper to his jeans at the same time slipping out of my loafers. He reached down, undid the buckle on my belt, the button on my pants, and slowly slid down my zipper. My pants and his jeans fell around our ankles and we stood there in nothing but our underwear. I was wearing my usual tightie-whities while I looked down to see Brian was wearing my favorite piece of male attire ‑‑ a well-used, sweaty jockstrap.
The pouch of the jock was a dingy color of tan. Evidently it was not washed often and probably hadn’t been for quite a while, if the musk rising from it was any indication. Brian’s hands went to the waistband to push it down but I reached out quickly and grabbed them, stopping him.
“No. Don’t do that. Let me.” Saying this, I dropped to my knees, pressing my face into the fragrant mesh pouch.
I breathed deeply of his raunchy man-scent and groaned as I did. I felt Brian’s hand come down and gently run through my hair, pressing my face further into his groin.
“Yeah, babe! Smell me. Get off on my scent,” he murmured as I continued to draw deep breaths of his crotch.
I began to lick the raunchy pouch, wetting it and gently biting at his cock through the material. He groaned at this and grabbed my head in his hands, pulling my face back away from him.
“Stop! I can’t take much more without nutting and I don’t want to yet,” he begged.
Reaching down, he put his hands under my arms and pulled me back up to my feet. His arms slid around me, pulling me close to him, and his mouth found mine in a hungry kiss. We ground our cocks against one another, groaned as we kissed hungrily and clung to each other tightly, neither one of us wanting to let go long enough to strip and get onto the bed. Finally, I pushed him and he went back across the bed, pulling me down with him. In the shock, he let go of me and I got up and began slipping his jock down his thighs. He lifted his legs, letting me slide it completely off him. Then I slipped my own briefs off and, finally naked, climbed back onto the bed next to him.
He rolled toward me and we were soon writhing in a passionate embrace, our mouths kissing and nipping at each other. I knew he wouldn’t last long but I figured he could recover quickly. If it had really been that long for him without sex then the first orgasm was going to come too quickly anyway. I pushed him over onto his back and slid down his body until I was between his legs. I lifted his hard cock from where it rested on his abs and, looking him in the eyes, brought it to my hungry mouth. My tongue flicked out and swiped across the head of his cock, lapping up all the sweet precum it was producing. Brian groaned at the feeling and I gave him no chance to recover before I had his cock buried in my warm, wet mouth and was sucking on it.
“Ahh! Fuck! Yeah! Suck my cock! Fuck!” he groaned. It seemed like the feelings were sweeping over him and he was becoming lost in a mindless haze of pleasure.
The musk of his sweaty groin surrounded me as I slid farther and farther down his cock. At one point, his hips raised and he tried to jam his thick eight inches down my throat. I loved sucking cock and I knew I did it well. However, I was not quite ready to let him come yet and there were more places on his body I wanted to explore before I let him get his nut.
I slipped his cock from my mouth, hearing him groan in frustration at the interruption of his pleasure. Instead, I moved down and began to lick and suck at his sweaty, musky ball sac. I licked his scrotum and used my teeth to gently nibble on the wrinkled bag. The taste was tangy from the saltiness of his sweat. The scent was raunchy and masculine. Altogether, it was a feast for my hungry mouth, but I was not satisfied. I wanted more.
I licked down below his balls until I reached that patch of skin between them and his ass crack. As with most males, this was evidently a highly sensitive area for Brian, as I could hear the volume of his groans build as I licked it. Using my hands, I pushed at the back of his legs until he got the message and lifted them, pulling them back, exposing his luscious ass trench to me. The scent of warm, male butt filled my nose as I began to move it up and down his cleft. The smell spurred me on and soon my tongue joined the exploration of this most private and personal spot on his body. I tasted the cheesy essence of him as my tongue finally began to lap at the smooth, soft, wrinkled skin of his hole.
The hole began to contract and expand as I licked at it. I pushed hard against it with my tongue and was able to get a few millimeters inside it. That was all I needed, a start. With that, I began to lick and suck at his hole, working more and more of my spit inside him so my tongue had an easier entry. I was determined to at least get my tongue up him to begin the process of opening him up for my cock, which would eventually follow. Maybe not tonight, but eventually I wanted to fuck Brian. I wanted him to feel my cock breeding his male ass. I wanted to take him to heaven with my cock. However, first ‑‑ I wanted him to do the same to me.
I worked at his hole for about ten minutes before I was finally tongue-fucking him and his ass was taking all of my tongue it could get. I knew from the groans he was loving every fucking minute of it and I was lost in the taste and the smells of eating his butt. So lost, I almost missed what was going on with him. Before I knew it, he’d all but shot his load without even stroking his cock. But luckily, he called attention to this fact before that happened.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna shoot! Tommy! Fuck!” he cried.
I quickly pulled my ass-fucking tongue out of his butt and raised up, pulling his cock toward me and swallowing as much of it as I could. I wasn’t about to let his load go to waste painting his chest or abs. I slid down his cock until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his cockhead was spreading open the tunnel of my throat. That’s when I felt his cock pulse and the first of his jets of cum went straight down my throat and into my stomach without anything stopping it. I pulled back until the head of his cock was in my mouth because I wanted to taste his load. I wanted his load to coat the inside of my mouth so I could taste his tangy, pungent essence for hours afterward.
“Fuck! I’m comin’! I’m comin’!” he exclaimed.
And come he did. I lost count of how many volleys of his manjuice shot into my mouth to be swallowed but there had to be at least ten. I was swallowing as fast as he could shoot the stuff into my mouth. I wanted this. I wanted his load. I wanted to drown in his cum ‑‑ and I damned near did.
Finally, his shots became fewer and fewer and their volume less and less until just a small amount dribbled out of his cock and onto my tongue. I held his cock in my mouth and let him finish and then continued to hold it until it was mostly soft again. I let it slip from my mouth and moved up the bed until I was straddling him, my face over his. He looked up at me and I mashed my mouth against his and he opened for my tongue.
What he got wasn’t my tongue but a mouthful of his own cum which I’d saved to share with him. We passed it back and forth for a few moments before it was all gone. But that didn’t stop us kissing. We devoured each other and I felt him pushing and he rolled us over so I was on my back with him on top of me.
“You didn’t get off,” he said softly, looking down at me.
“I figured you needed it more than I did. I also figured you’d get hard again pretty quick and then you can take care of that.”
“I want to take care of it now.”
He started licking down my neck and then down across my pecs, moving south until he pushed my legs apart and got between them. He began to lick the shaft of my cock and I could hear him taking deep breaths of my scent at the same ti
me. He reached the head of my cock and pulled it up straight before gently enclosing the head in his mouth. I could feel his tongue gliding over the head of my cock, tasting my precum.
He slowly began to take more and more of my cock into his mouth, sucking gently, and licking me with his active tongue. He was very good at this. Maybe he hadn’t had any practice in a long time, but sucking cock is like riding a bicycle ‑‑ it’s something you never forget how to do.
I thought he was going to suck me off but I was wrong. Instead, he let my cock go from his mouth. He moved down and began sniffing and licking at my balls. I knew what he wanted so I pulled my legs back giving him complete access to my balls and my ass. He moved down from my balls and right into my ass, breathing so loudly I could hear him.
Then I felt it, the slightly rough, wet feeling of his tongue licking up and down my butt crack. I groaned at the feeling, loving every moment of it. His mouth finally locked around my hole and he gently began to lick at it. I could feel his tongue pressing against my hole, trying to enter. I relaxed and pushed out with my ass muscles, allowing his tongue to slowly slide up my ass. I groaned as he began to lick inside me. I couldn’t take much more of this.
“Fuck me. Please, Brian. Fuck me,” I begged.
He looked up from between my legs and grinned at me.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Chapter Five
He rose up over me, bending down so his rock hard cock pressed against my ass crack and his lips came down on mine. He kissed me passionately, sucking my tongue into his mouth and even nibbling it lightly with his teeth. I groaned into his mouth ‑‑ both at the feeling of his cock rubbing against my very hungry hole and the exciting and erotic feelings he was causing with his teeth on my tongue.
“I didn’t bring any protection with me,” he murmured. “I wasn’t expecting us to end up like this.”
“Weren’t you even hoping?”
“Yeah! Of course I was. I dreamed about this. But I didn’t want to push you into anything you couldn’t handle.”
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