“Ohh…” Brian said, pulling out his cell phone. “What’s the number again?”
I gave him the number and he dialed. He asked about his brother and then was put on hold. I could tell from the shocked look on Brian’s face they’d evidently transferred him directly to his brother.
“Uhh…Matt…this is Brian.”
Of course I couldn’t hear his brother’s side of the conversation, but I could hear Brian’s. It sounded as if his brother was as pleased to hear from him as I thought he would be.
“Yeah… I know; it’s been a long time. I’m really sorry about that… Uhh, well…that’s why I’m calling. I wanted to invite you to dinner… Well, I was kind of hoping you might be free tonight… Really? That’s great!” Brian said and then held his hand over the phone and whispered to me, “He’s free tonight! What time?”
“Tell him eight o’clock.”
“Yeah, Matt. How’s eight o’clock sound? Great! Uhh…the address is…” Brian said, looking frantically at me.
I gave him the address and he repeated it to his brother. They finally said good-bye and hung up. Brian looked at me and there were tears in his eyes.
“He told me he was sorry for whatever it was he did and said he still loved me,” Brian said in wonder.
“Well…I think when he comes over tonight, you need to tell him the truth and apologize, don’t you think?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, I plan to.”
“Well, I guess I’ll call and make reservations for me and Tiger. That will get us out of your hair while you and Matt talk.”
“What are you talking about? The whole idea was for him to meet you and Tiger. I want him to know about me. I want him to know the truth. Most importantly, I want him to meet the wonderful man I’ve fallen in love with.”
“Oh…” I said, momentarily speechless. “Okay. If that’s what you want. I’d love to meet your brother.”
I hadn’t figured on being part of this reunion but, if that’s what Brian wanted, I would be there for him. And Tiger would probably get a thrill out of it. He loves meeting new people ‑‑ especially male people.
We finally left the bank’s parking lot and drove until we ended up in front of a small apartment building in Cole Valley near the Haight. We went upstairs and entered what was a clean but very small one-bedroom apartment.
“Nice place,” I said, trying to be polite.
Brian looked at me and laughed.
“No it’s not. Stop trying to be polite. You don’t have to be, it’s just me here.”
“Okay. It’s tiny but it’s clean.”
“Yeah. I can’t fault Sandy as a housekeeper. Just wait here while I go and pack.”
I sat down on the couch feeling very uncomfortable. All around me I could see the evidence of Brian being married. Framed pictures of Brian and Sandy’s wedding, pictures of them together at what must have been outings. The only thing I noticed was that all of the pictures were years and years old. There were no recent ones. It’s like there had been nothing for the last ten years after the wedding.
Brian finally appeared from the bedroom with a large suitcase and the two boxes filled with toiletries and other items. He then walked over to one of the walls of the living room where there was an entertainment center. He opened a door to it and began removing CDs and placing them in one of the boxes. He took about ten or fifteen of them and then turned to me.
“There. That’s it. Kind of pathetic, isn’t it? My whole life in a suitcase and two boxes.”
“There is nothing pathetic about it.” I rose off the couch and put my arms around him. “Things do not make a life, they only weigh you down.”
“Who said that?”
“Me.”
“Well, let’s get out of here.”
“Uhh…haven’t you forgotten something?”
“What?”
“Don’t you think you ought to leave your wife a note, letting her know you’re leaving, and also leaving her the money for your part of the rent?”
“Oh, yeah.” He put down the boxes and walked into the kitchen.
I waited while he wrote the note and then helped him carry the boxes down to the truck. I saw him take one last look up at the apartment and wondered what was going through his mind. I didn’t think he had many regrets over leaving. Maybe over the things that didn’t work out but not about leaving, because when he got in the truck, he smiled at me and then leaned over and kissed me.
“Let’s go home?”
“Yeah. Let’s go home.”
By the time we got Brian’s stuff unpacked and put away, we were both starved so I made us some lunch. Then Brian wanted to play but I stopped him.
“Oh, no, buddy! Our next stop is the grocery store. Your brother is coming here tonight for dinner and we need to go get food. Now, is he allergic to anything?”
“Not that I ever knew of, but don’t ask me what he likes to eat. It’s been too many years. I have no idea.”
“Well, he spent time in Rome so I’m sure not going to try to cook Italian! He knows the authentic stuff. So, I’ll just fall back on the old reliable. He’s still a guy and almost all guys are carnivores, so we’ll do steaks on the grill.”
“Sounds good to me,” Brian said, his eyes lighting up.
“See! You’re a carnivore just like the rest of them.”
“And you’re not?” Brian took me in his arms and wetly licked my neck.
“Yes, I am. And don’t start anything. We need to get to the store and get the stuff for this dinner. If we get there and back quickly, then we’ll have time to play. Just remember, you’re the one who invited him for dinner tonight.” I pushed on his chest to get him away from my very sensitive neck before I ended up with a hard-on and we spent the rest of the afternoon in bed and his poor brother would have no dinner.
“Well, I didn’t want to lose my nerve.” He looked embarrassedly at me.
“I’m not blaming you, but you can’t invite someone to dinner and then not feed them.”
“Okay. Let’s get to the store. I want to get back here and do what we ought to be doing. After all, isn’t this technically our honeymoon?”
“Hmm? A honeymoon without a wedding? I’m not sure that’s legal.”
“Well, maybe Matt will marry us and then it will be our honeymoon.”
“Uhh…from what I know of Catholic canon law, I don’t think Matt would be allowed to do that.”
“Now you see why I’m not Catholic anymore.”
“Now you see why I’m not Episcopalian anymore either.”
“But I thought they married gays?”
“Not officially. They’re too gutless to actually admit they do it. It’s up to each bishop in each diocese. Only the Quakers and the United Church of Christ actually do it and call it marriage.”
“So I guess we’ll have to convert?”
“Not on your life. If we want to get married, we’ll go to Massachusetts and get married by a justice of the peace.”
“I thought you had to live in the state to get married there?”
“My family lives there and, thanks to my grandfather, I own a lot of property there. I’d have no problem getting us married.”
“So, do you want to?”
“Want to what?”
“Get married,” he said, in an exasperated voice.
“Uhh…I don’t know. I haven’t been asked,” I said, looking at him, trying to keep my expression as blank as possible at that point.
“Okay, I get it.”
All of a sudden, he dropped to one knee and, taking one of my hands in his, he looked up at me.
“Thomas Atherton, will you marry me?”
This was a real shock to me. Never had I ever expected to have a man on his knees proposing to me. Okay, I might have fantasized it but I never expected it to happen. I looked down at him and saw all the love and desire in his eyes and knew there was only one answer I could give him.
“Yes, Brian Baldwin, I will marry you,
” I said softly and, to my own consternation, found myself right on the edge of tears.
Brian stood back up, took me in his arms, and kissed me until I was totally breathless. Now I was the one who wanted to forget about dinner and head to the bedroom. After all, we could always take his brother out to dinner. But Brian suddenly decided, at that moment, to break the kiss and, letting go of me, headed for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“We’ve got to go to the store, remember?” he asked, looking back at me and smiling.
“You ask me to marry you and then head for the grocery store? Some romantic you are,” I fumed.
“Like you said, if we get a move on and get this done, we’ll have plenty of time to play.”
“Okay,” I huffed. “But this is going to be the fastest trip to the grocery I’ve ever made.”
“Count on it.” Brian said, grinning.
And it was, too. I don’t think it took half an hour to get the steaks, baking potatoes, and something for dessert called Snickers cake which looked absolutely decadent. It was chocolate and I love chocolate. I found out Brian did, too.
We hurried home and quickly put everything away and then ran to the bedroom where we proceeded to almost rip the clothes from each other’s bodies as our mouths stayed locked together. We fell across the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. We started out with Brian on top of me but soon he rolled us over so I was on top of him. I pulled my mouth away from his and looked down at him.
“What gives?” I asked.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“No problem.”
“But I’m scared.”
I looked at him questioningly.
“I haven’t been fucked since Kyle. And he was nowhere as big as you are. I know it’s going to hurt but I really want you.”
“It doesn’t have to hurt,” I said softly as I leaned down and nuzzled his neck. “This isn’t high school. We can get you ready and then it won’t hurt ‑‑ or, at least, not bad and not long. Okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, his eyes shining up into mine. “I really want to feel you inside me.”
“And, trust me, I really want to be inside you.”
I decided not to waste any time. I knew if Brian hadn’t been fucked in over ten years, then I was basically dealing with a virgin. I didn’t have the advantage Kyle had of Brian being a horny teenager who was probably already relaxed from a lot of beers. Plus, from Brian’s own statement, I was bigger than Kyle. I didn’t know how much bigger, but I knew my cock was bigger than any that had ever fucked him before.
I slid down his body, spreading his legs and putting my face right in his scrotum. The scent of his balls was incredibly stimulating and I couldn’t resist tasting them. Brian began moaning from the feeling of me licking his nuts, and as they became wetter, they also drew up so his nut sac was tight to the base of his very hard and leaking cock. I moved my tongue down, licking the back of his nut sac and onto that patch of skin between his nuts and his ass. He knew where I was heading so he pulled back his legs, giving me complete access to his ass.
The scent of his ass was intoxicating to me. I buried my face in the cleft of his ass cheeks and breathed deeply of it. I love the smell of a man’s butt and I loved Brian’s most of all. Of course I did. It was Brian. But I was too eager to get on to fucking him, so I decided to forgo the joy of his scent and, instead, concentrated on the taste of his butt. I laved my tongue up and down his trench getting it wet and ready. I quickly, however, concentrated on the tiny, wrinkled opening, trying to get it to relax and open for me so I could slide my tongue inside. That took a while, even with me telling Brian to push down on his muscles so that it would help open him up.
Finally, however, I was able to slide my tongue deep into his hole. The dark, tangy taste of his butt was like “speed” to me, driving me to rapidly slide my tongue in and out of him, tongue fucking him until I thought my tongue would fall out of my mouth from exhaustion. All that time, Brian lay there moaning at the feelings I was creating in his ass and begging me to fuck him.
I reached the point where I realized I had done as much as I could with my tongue and mouth. I leapt from the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. I poured some onto my fingers and gently began working it into his hole. First one finger, then two, until I had three lubed fingers working in and out of his butt, spreading them to help open his hole so my cock would slide inside. I’d already found his very prominent prostate and was glad it was placed very close to the opening so my cock would easily stay in constant contact with it as I fucked him. This would make for a much more intense fuck with a better chance of making him orgasm just from being fucked.
When I was ready, I poured extra lube into his hole and then heavily lubed my cock. I looked at Brian who was laying there looking back at me. I didn’t even need to ask. I knew he’d want me to take him on his back, just as I had wanted him to do. I knew he would look into my eyes as I took him, just as I had looked into his. I moved up over him, one hand resting beside his shoulder on the bed, the other directing my cock to the opening to his body while his legs wrapped around my waist, his feet resting on my butt.
“You ready?” I asked him.
“Yeah. Fuck me. Please, Tommy, fuck me,” he begged.
I grinned down at him.
“Your wish is my command,” I murmured as I began pressing the head of my cock into his greasy hole.
At first there was some slight resistance but my cockhead soon breached his opening. As soon as it popped inside, I immediately stopped all forward movement, allowing him to get used to it. Brian, however, would have no part of waiting. He reached out, grabbing my hips, and, with his hands pulling and his feet pushing, shoved my cock fully up his asshole in one long slide, grunting as I bottomed out in him.
I could feel his ass chute spasming around my cock and I stayed buried in his hole, letting his ass get used to my cock being in him. I could see a grimace of pain on his face that gradually left as he relaxed and I felt his chute open. When I figured it had opened sufficiently, I slowly began to back out of his hole ‑‑ just a few inches. I then slowly slid back in until I once again bottomed out. Brian’s eyes were open through all of this and I could see the pure carnal pleasure he was experiencing as my cock slid over his prostate.
It didn’t take long until I was long-dicking his hole, slowly drawing my cock almost all the way out and slowly sliding it all the way back in. I knew when he was ready for me to go faster and fuck him harder, he would let me know. In the meantime, I just concentrated on giving him as much pleasure as I could and trying desperately not to come. From the moment my cock had entered his hot, tight, wet hole, the impetus to come had been building at a prodigious rate. I couldn’t let myself go, however, until I had gotten him off.
“Fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder,” he began to beg, and I was more than happy to comply with his wishes.
I picked up speed and power, ramming my cock in and out of his hole as hard and as fast as I could. I knew I was not going to last long at that rate, but from the size and hardness I felt from his prostate as my cock slid across it, he wasn’t going to be able to last very long, either. It became like a race to see if I could get him to come before I did. Toward the end, I thought I might lose the race. However, with one intense push to drive my cock harder and faster into his ass, I heard his screams and felt his ass clamp down around my cock. I watched in amazement as his cum began to shoot from his cockhead between our bodies.
“FUCK! I’M COMING!” Brian screamed as his load began to paint his chest and abs with streaks of his milk white cum.
At the same time, my nuts began to unload their cargo of sperm inside his clenching ass. It was as if I had plugged my cock into one of those electric milking machines they have for cows. I thought I’d never stop coming. His ass chute continued to tremble and clutch at my cock as my hips continued to crash into his butt cheeks, driving my cock as far as I cou
ld reach up inside him. I wanted to bury my cum as deep inside this man I loved as I could, claiming him as mine forever.
Finally, I collapsed on top of him, feeling like I had just run a marathon. I could not remember a fuck that was more intense in my entire life. The joy I felt at getting Brian off was even way beyond the feeling of getting off deep in his hot, wet ass. As I lay there, trying to get my breath back, Brian was running his hands all over my body and licking the sweat from wherever his mouth could reach while at the same time telling me what a wonderful fucker I was. Could life be any better than this? If it could, I’m not sure I could live through it.
We lay there a long time, just touching and kissing and telling each other how much we loved each other. It was so amazing! In the past, I would have made fun of anyone who told me they did this. Now that I knew what it was like to be in love, my whole idea of relationships changed. I realized so much of my antirelationship stance had as much to do with my own jealousy of those who claimed to have what I thought I would never find.
Finally, I realized we needed to go pick up Tiger at his after-school center so we went and showered. Of course, this took a long time as we delighted in exploring each other’s bodies. Luckily, Tiger’s after-school center was close to the house because we barely made it in time. When Tiger saw Brian with me, he got very excited.
“Hi, Brian! Are you sleeping over again?” he asked, jumping into the car.
“Tiger, do you remember this morning when we talked about Brian moving in and living with us from now on?” I asked him.
“Yeah.”
“Well, Brian and I went and got his clothes and stuff. He’s moved in for good now.”
“REALLY?” he exclaimed, reaching over the seat and throwing his arms around Brian’s neck.
“Yep! I’m moved in for good, Tiger.” Brian laughed.
I could see the tremendous happiness Tiger’s reaction gave Brian. Looks like I was not only going to be sharing my bed but my son as well ‑‑ and that’s exactly what I was hoping for.
“Tiger, we have a special guest coming for dinner tonight, so I want you to be on your best behavior,” I told him as I drove home.
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