Rough Road to Happiness
By Drew Hunt
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Rough Road to Happiness
By Drew Hunt
Prologue
“Please, lift me up,” the child asked, looking pleadingly at the two adults as he held the brass angel tightly in his small hands.
The men smiled at one another; this was the first Christmas of which their boy was really aware.
Lifting the precious boy aloft, both men held him as he reached out and reverently placed the ornament in its rightful place at the top of their Christmas tree.
Once the child had been lowered to the carpet, all three gazed at the decorated tree, with its twinkling white lights, gold and silver tinsel streamers and wide variety of ornaments. The adults reached for and took the other’s hand, silently celebrating their success at negotiating the many problems that had prevented them from enjoying the happiness they now celebrated.
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Chapter 1
The heavy storm clouds closed in. Flashes of lightning ignited the sky, giving brief glimpses of the northern Californian landscape.
Through the pouring rain the brightly lit Vacancies sign beckoned. Pulling into the motel’s parking lot, David switched off the engine and prepared himself to face the short but wet dash to the motel’s entrance. He still had a long way to go. He was tired and felt an urge just to put his head down, rest and block out the world for a while.
Waiting in line to check in, he couldn’t help but be captivated by the rear view of the studly African-American who stood in front of him decked out in his olive green fatigues. David realized he’d described the man as studly, even though he hadn’t yet been treated to a view of his face. He knew it was his uniform fetish coming to the fore.
As he waited in line, the teacher kept taking long admiring and hungry looks at the well formed broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist. His gaze locked on the man’s glorious muscular ass. David was held captive by the view of the fearless defender of life and the American dream. He’d always been one for poetic flights of fancy. It was often his only escape from his otherwise hum-drum, boring existence.
“You’re in luck, sir,” The female check-in clerk said. “This is our last free room.”
The movement in the Marine’s uniform as he reached for the offered key caused ripples in the damp green material. Never had David been so jealous of a piece of fabric.
The woman’s words finally penetrated his brain. “Damn,” David said under his breath. He’d have to try and find another motel.
The Marine turned to face the teacher, who averted his gaze from the green clad goodies, but not before the defender of liberty had seen what David had been staring at. From the raised eyebrow of the Marine, David knew he’d been caught.
“I’m willing to share if you’re interested?”
The question, with its clear double meaning, caused the bulge in David’s pants to increase.
“Uh, sure, thanks,” David managed to stammer out.
Being a gentleman, the Marine picked up David’s small overnight case and carried it out of the reception room, David eagerly following behind.
And what a behind, he thought.
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“Here we are.” The voice sounded like melted chocolate as its owner stopped outside a room door and unlocked it.
Snapping on the lights, the Marine walked into the room, gesturing to David to follow. The room appeared basic but clean. However, décor wasn’t very high up on David’s attention list.
“You better get out of that suit before you catch a chill.”
David, unable to process recent events, just stood in the open doorway.
“Hey, guy?” The Marine approached David and touched his shoulder.
“Huh?” David looked up at the warm, inviting smile of his room-mate and would-be benefactor.
The man’s open face with its widely-spaced, dancing brown eyes…David felt the room beginning to tilt.
“Whoa, I got ya.” A pair of strong arms caught hold of David and righted him.
He felt out of it, dizzy, disconnected from reality. What was he doing here? He’d never picked up a man before, or rather let a man pick him up.
Leading him to the bed, the Marine motioned the older man to sit, before walking back to the door and closing it. The sense of finality in the gesture wasn’t lost on David, but strangely it felt more of a comfort than anything to be feared.
“You okay?” The Marine eyed David with a critical, but caring expression.
“Think so.”
In truth, David was way out of his depth. He wasn’t unaware of the risk he was taking, but his sense of unreality, of numb acceptance, prevented him from exhibiting his usual cautionary flight responses.
“Gee, guy, you don’t say much, do ya?”
“N-n-no.”
The Marine shook his head. “Best give you a hand undressing, don’t want you catching pneumonia,” he said, loosening David’s tie.
“Thanks, I can—”
“It’s all right, I got it. You just sit there.”
The guy’s take-charge attitude was comforting. It had been a long time since anyone had bothered to care. A bit over five years, in fact, since Paul had left, trading David in for a younger model.
The Marine’s nimble fingers were now opening David’s dress shirt. The teacher leaned forward, trying to get more contact. Being touched, even like this, was heavenly.
“Like that, huh?” The deep voice caused something within David to resonate.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Arms out.”
David meekly complied, allowing the Marine to pull off his jacket and shirt all in one move. The warm air of the room felt great on David’s damp skin.
Kneeling, the Marine unlaced David’s shoes. Looking up, with his brown eyes holding such tenderness, the Marine said, “I need for you to stand, so I can get these wet pants off you.”
David slowly, as if he were in a trance, got to his feet. No one, not since his mom, many years ago, had undressed him. But rather than feeling strange, it felt wonderful to be taken care of.
“The bathroom’s through here,” the Marine said, pointing to a door at the rear of the room. “Will you be okay to shower, or do you think you’ll need help?”
“Help,” David said softly.
“Do you always talk this much?” the Marine smiled kindly.
“Sorry, I—” David didn’t know what to say.
“It’s okay, guy. I like the strong, silent type.”
David didn’t feel strong. He accepted the hand the Marine offered to help him rise from the bed.
“First things first. I make it a rule never to shower with anyone who’s name I don’t know. I’m Bud.” The hand, which he’d never released, shook David’s.
“Um, David, David Grover.”
“Well, Um David David Grover, pleased to meet you. Say, David David, so good they named you twice, eh?”
David gave him a confused look.
“Never mind. My last name’s Williams, by the way. Master-Sergeant Bud Williams at your service. Well, of course, my momma didn’t name me Bud.” A shadow flickered briefly across Bud’s face. “My real name’s Francis, but everyone calls me Bud.”
“Oh.” David realized he sounded stupid, but couldn’t think of anything else to say to the confident and outgoing man who held his hand.
Much to David’s shock, delight, amazement, once Bud got the two of them into the bathroom, he stripped off his fatigues, carefully hung them up, turned to face David and asked, “What’s the matter?”
“I…you, you’re—” David couldn’t believe the monster that hung between Bud’s legs. It was, well it was at least seven inches, and still flaccid.
“It’s just Lil Bud.”
“Nothing little about him,” David said.
“Hey, so you can string a sentence together. I knew you could.”
“Uh.”
“Well, it was good while it lasted. Come on, David, my friend, let’s check out the plumbing.”
So saying, Bud turned his back on David, denying him the view of his magnificent manhood, but the naked rear view with all those Marine-trained muscles was almost as good. David felt his knees growing weak again.
The water pressure was good, the warmth seemed to awaken something within David, making him more aware of where he was, and more importantly, who he was with. Squeezing out a generous quantity of gel from the dispenser, David began to caress the wide expanse of Bud’s body. The hard muscles were a delight to touch. So smooth, silk overlaying iron, David thought as he marveled at the wide shoulders.
“Like that, huh?” Bud’s deep voice seemed to fill the small bathroom.
“Oh, sorry.” David lifted his hands from Bud’s skin.
Bud turned. “It’s fine, I was enjoying what you were doing.”
David smiled as he began to lightly massage the Marine’s hard flat chest with its generous pelt of fur. “It’s so soft and silky. I thought it might be hard, coarse—” David realized he was speaking his thoughts aloud. He dipped his head to hide his embarrassment.
A brown finger tilted his chin upward. “Thank you, David. I thought maybe you’d be put off with all the hair.”
“No, it’s great, comforting, I—”
David felt his face heat up. Why was he being so honest about his emotions with this man? Opening himself up like this was dangerous. He’d spent the past several years building a protective wall around his heart.
Bud leaned down to kiss David on the cheek. “I’m going to wash you now, okay?”
David simply nodded before leaning into the strong man’s gentle caresses. A battle raged within. Part of him wanted to give in to this Adonis, offer up his body in worship, but another part screamed a warning that he’d only just met the Marine and he must tread carefully.
“I think you’ll do,” Bud said, lifting David out of the tub, much to the older man’s surprise.
David stood compliant as Bud rubbed a soft towel over his body, drying him with all the care that a mother would show to her child.
David then insisted on drying Bud, reveling in the man’s chocolate-coated, bulging muscles. He’d always been something of a chocoholic, now he had a living, breathing candy bar standing in front of him. Suddenly he wanted to taste it, but was too nervous to ask.
“I think that bit’s dry now,” Bud said, making David realize he’d been rubbing Bud’s chest for several seconds.
“Sorry,” David said, lowering his head.
“Hey.” Bud lifted David’s chin. “I think it’s great you want to do stuff like that for me, makes me feel all special.”
“You are special,” David said with conviction, making Bud smile.
“So are you.” Bud kissed David on the cheek again.
Holding out a robe, Bud helped David into it. After putting on a robe himself, Bud took David’s hand and led him back into the room.
“Don’t know about you, but I could eat a horse. It’s been hours since chow.”
David realized then that he too was hungry, but he didn’t relish the thought of having to get dressed and leave the warmth and security of the room. Bud seemed to sense David’s thoughts.
“The diner across the street delivers. What do you say to us ordering in?”
David’s wide smile was all the answer Bud needed.
“What d’ ya want, stud?”
David couldn’t help himself. He fixed his gaze on Bud’s flaccid penis, which twitched at the attention being paid to it.
“How about us saving Lil Bud for dessert?”
“Sorry, I—”
“Will you quit apologizing?” Bud sounded slightly annoyed, his tone causing David to shrink from him. “Shit, guy, I’m sorry,” Bud said, going to David and resting a hand on the older man’s shoulder. “I keep forgetting you’re not in the Corps, where we speak our minds and don’t sugarcoat anything.”
“Sorry.”
“Hey, you’ve nothing to be sorry about. Now back to food. They do a pretty mean steak over at the diner, and you look as though you could use a decent meal inside you.”
“Thanks, steak would be good.”
“Great. You want fries and all the fixings?”
“Yeah, thanks. But I’m not a big eater, so just a small steak will do for me.”
“No problem. You want it rare?”
“Um.” David wasn’t used to eating steak. “What about medium?”
“Medium it is.”
Bud picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory. He made quick work of ordering, before replacing the handset. “They said it’d be about half an hour. Want to watch some TV in the meantime?”
“Yeah, why not?” David just wanted to be close to Bud, he didn’t care what they did.
* * * *
It only seemed a few minutes had elapsed before someone knocked on the door. David had started watching TV sitting in the room’s only armchair, while Bud had draped himself on the bed. This changed to David lying at the far side of the bed when Bud told him it was more comfortable, and he’d see more of the TV if he also moved to the bed. Finally, after some coaxing, David steadily inched his way toward Bud, who had wrapped his big, strong arms around David, allowing the older man to feel safe for the first time in many years.
“Shit, just when I’d got comfortable,” Bud said, getting up to answer the door.
“Your robe!” David said, noticing that the waistband to Bud’s robe was undone, showing Bud in all his naked magnificence.
“Oh, yeah.” Bud tied the cord before reaching for his wallet and then the door handle.
“Please, you must let me pay my share,” David said, getting up and searching for his pants.
“No way, José, this is on me.”
After paying the delivery boy, Bud brought the food into the room and began to set it out on the small desk.
The meal was great, though David knew this was mainly because of the company in which it was eaten. Slowly as they ate, Bud was able to draw David out from his shell. By the end of the meal, he was conversing freely. Bud said little about his own situation.
Their meal eaten, Bud leaned back in the chair and stretched. David, now much more comfortable in the Marine’s presence, stared openly at the man’s finely-honed physique.
“Lot’s of hours in the gym, plus lugging around all those car engines,” Bud said, noticing what David was staring at. One of the few things Bud had revealed about his life was that he worked in the motor pool on base.
“I try and keep in shape, but…it gets boring doing it on your own, you know?”
“Yeah, know what you mean. You said you got a home gym?”
“It’s nothing fancy, but yeah, I got a few pieces of Nautilus equipment, and some free weights.”
“Cool.” Lazily scratching at his nuts, Bud asked, “So, where’s home?”
“Riverside. I’ve just come from a conference up in Portland.”
“Hey, I’m stationed at Camp Pendleton. Small world, huh? Though I’m heading in the other direction. I’m going to visit my old Gunny and his wife. He got out of the Corps a couple of years ago and bought himself a farm just outside Eugene, Oregon.”
“Sounds good, though I don’t know that area.”
“It’s great. I always spend my long leaves with Gunny. How come you didn’t fly? It’s a hell of a long road trip from Portland.”
“I’m afraid of flying.” David felt his face grow warm. “Silly I know, given it’s supposed to be a lot safer than the roads.”
“Nothing wrong with being afraid. At least when you’re driving you’ve got some control over what’s goin’ on. I didn’t fly ‘cause it’s cheaper to drive, Uncle Sam don’t pay us enough to make that many airplane flights.”
“Sorry, doesn’t seem right that they pay you so little, given the job that you do.”
“They sure don’t mention the lousy pay on the recruiting posters. Though driving means I can take the coast road, there’s some beautiful views in the redwood forests.”
“Sounds nice.”
“Yeah, it is.”
The pair fell quiet, but to David it didn’t seem uncomfortable.
“Say, seeing as we live so close, I could always come visit sometime and give you some pointers on how to use your gym equipment if you like?”
David liked very much. He hoped they wouldn’t spend all their time on exercising, or at least not the type one did in a gymnasium. He blushed at his forbidden thoughts.
“You wanna do that, stud? I know you live a ways away from the base, but I should be able to spend some off-duty time with you now and again.”
David realized he hadn’t answered Bud’s question. “Uh, sure, that’d be great, thanks.”
“Don’t know how often I’ll be able to come visit, but I’m sure we can work something out.”
David wasn’t sure if there was a double meaning in Bud’s words, but the thought of the handsome hunk in his basement on a regular basis gave him a warm glow.
“We’ve both got a long journey ahead of us tomorrow, so what say we hit the hay?” Bud stood and took off his robe. “I’ll just use the head, then it’s all yours.”
David watched the delicious ass mounds move in their milk chocolate coating as Bud walked to the bathroom. David was hard, so painfully hard, but he knew he wouldn’t have time to jerk off before Bud came back. Trying, but failing miserably, he willed his erection down with images of road-kill, sagging breasts on wrinkled up old ladies, kissing his old sixth grade English teacher. Nothing worked, his mind kept going back to glorious visions of Bud’s naked body.
“You sure got a problem there, stud.” Bud’s voice close to his ear caused David to jump, he’d not heard the Marine come back into the room. “Want a hand to deal with it?”
“Um, uh, sorry. I—” David stuttered to a halt.
“Looks like a mighty fine and tasty problem, that’s for sure.” Bud took hold of said problem.
“Ahh!” David almost came at the feel of the huge paw lightly wrapping itself around his dick.
“Hair trigger?”
“No, I—it’s just that, well, it’s been a long time since…”
“We’ll go as slow and as gentle as you need to, stud. I don’t wanna scare ya.”
“You couldn’t do that, Bud, you’re awesome. I mean…” Heat suffused David’s cheeks again.
“You’re a sweet man. I’m sure glad you ain’t afraid of Ole Bud, he’d never hurt you.”
David could feel the onset of tears. It had been so long since anyone had bothered to care. “Please, could you, please, just hold me for a minute?”
“Sure.” Bud enfolded David in his strong powerful arms and hugged him close. “That better?”
“I’m in heaven,” David said, little above a whisper.
Bud moved his lips to David’s and kissed him softly. David’s sense of contentment became total, so did the hardness of his penis.
“Let’s take care of business, then maybe you’ll be able to sleep.”
Bud took hold of David again and slowly massaged his aching dick. After a minute of David just lying there soaking up the attention, he realized he ought to reciprocate.
“Oh, man, you got a great touch,” Bud said once David had taken hold of the large lengthf of brown flesh.
What had been seven inches soft, had grown to a magnificent nine inches when fully hard. Bud’s penis curved slightly upward. David mused about how glorious it would feel up his anal chute.
The two lay side by side, each pleasuring the other. David knew he wouldn’t last long, Bud, despite having recently showered, exuded a deep man-musk, which David could quite easily become addicted to.
Looking into Bud’s brown eyes, David lost all sense of time and place. Someone was groaning. It wasn’t until he exploded in an avalanche of pleasure that David realized it was him.
Coming back to himself, David found he still had hold of the Marine’s equipment, but had stopped working on it. Redoubling his efforts to bring Bud to climax, David sped up his ministrations. It was a real treat to watch the hunky Marine’s awesome body stiffen, his eyes close, and a look of exacting concentration wash over his face as the big man rocketed out several volleys of semen. The pearly whiteness of the ejaculate stood out in sharp contrast against the coffee skin. Without consciously deciding, David leaned forward and lapped up Bud’s spent seed. The Marine had a strong taste. Just like its owner, David thought, savoring the final few strands. He knew he could get seriously used to a regular supply of this brand of protein.
Two huge hands gently cradled David’s head and lifted it up until he was face to face with a grinning Bud. “Enjoying yourself?”
“You’re delicious,” David said, licking his lips. Strangely he didn’t feel embarrassed by his admission.
Their lips closed the gap between them, David opening up to accept Bud’s probing tongue. He gladly submitted to the dominant man’s explorations, knowing now that the big Marine wouldn’t hurt or take advantage.
Pulling away, Bud said, “Wow, that was great.”
“For me, too.”
“Let me get a washcloth, and clean us both up.”
“No, I’ll do it. You just—”
“Uh.” He shook his finger at David. “You stay right there. I’m in charge of looking after you.”
David thought he’d bust out crying. Every minute he spent in Bud’s presence, he appeared more and more perfect. A small part of his conscience told him that they’d only just met, and he knew little to nothing about the Marine. But he quickly silenced the nagging thoughts. He was completely captivated by the irresistible mixture of power and gentleness that Bud exhibited.
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Morning came way too quickly for David. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so soundly, cradled as he was in the secure embrace of his Marine.
“Should start thinking about shipping out soon, stud,” Bud said softly in David’s ear.
“Just a couple more minutes. Please?”
“Whatever you say.” Bud kissed the back of David’s neck, causing the older man to purr.
All too soon the two minutes elapsed, and David reluctantly allowed Bud to get out of bed. He watched with rapt attention as Bud first went into the bathroom to shave and shower, then he was treated to a fine show of the hunky Marine getting dressed in his wrinkled, but no less sexy, olive greens.
“You gonna stay there all day?” Bud asked when he’d finished dressing.
“Uh, no, suppose not.” David battled to stay happy, he’d been granted the amazing privilege of spending the night with this god, he should be grateful for what he’d had. “Will you still be here when I’ve finished in there?” he asked, pointing to the bathroom. He was fearful that Bud would say no, but something inside of him still had to ask.
“Sure, I want to see that you get a good breakfast inside of you before we head out.”
David had to make haste for the bathroom, not wanting Bud to see the tears that were coursing down his face. He’d been convinced when he woke up there’d be a note on the other pillow, or more likely just an empty space in the bed. But no, Bud had stayed and wanted to make sure he ate something before leaving.
God, I made a fool of myself out there, David thought as he wiped his eyes before taking care of his morning routines.
Even though Bud had promised to stay in touch, even come visit him from time to time, David didn’t dare press his luck by asking Bud about it or offering his address details. He concluded it was better to walk away with happy thoughts than run the risk of being rejected by Bud not wanting, or only taking out of politeness, his address and phone number.
Therefore, it came as a wonderful surprise when, after a good home style breakfast at the diner opposite the motel, Bud got out a piece of paper from his wallet and asked for David’s address.
It didn’t strike David until later, when he was singing along to his car radio, that Bud hadn’t offered his own contact details. That realization caused David to sober up. He tried rationalizing Bud had just forgotten, or maybe it wasn’t easy for him to receive personal phone calls or visits because of his position in the military. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling he’d never see the beautiful Marine ever again.
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Chapter 2
Three weeks went by with no word from Bud. Each time the phone rang, David’s heart had leapt to his throat. But it had always been someone else. Slowly, David began to realize the conclusion he’d reached on his journey back home had been correct. Far from making him sad, David was able to replay the events of that wonderful night in Crescent City; drawing strength and comfort from the fact that, for a short time at least, he had been loved. He wished it could have been for longer, but nonetheless, for a few brief hours, he’d known total contentment.
It came as a major surprise therefore one Friday afternoon, just as David had come home after finishing a particularly tiresome day at school, he heard his phone ringing. At first he thought about letting the machine take care of it, but something made him lift the kitchen extension and take the call.
“Hello?”
“Is that my favorite school teacher?”
The wave of warmth that swept over David momentarily rendered him speechless and unable to move. Bud had called, he hadn’t abandoned him, he wanted to speak to him, and maybe…
“David? You still there?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m here.”
“Everything all right?” The concern in the deep voice brought tears to David’s eyes.
“Yeah, it’s just I wasn’t expecting you.”
“Is this a bad time? Should I call back later, or—”
“No, no, not at all. It’s wonderful to hear your voice again.”
Bud’s slow quiet chuckle caused a rapid tightening in David’s boxer shorts.
“Just wondered if you’d have some free time over the weekend? Remember I promised I’d come and figure out an exercise program for you.”
“Uh, yeah, I’m free all weekend.” David had made tentative plans to help a friend move into a new condo across town, but he rapidly formulated an excuse for not being available.
“Great. I’ll be at your place in a couple of hours if that’s all right.”
“No problem. Will you have eaten, can I fix you something?”
“Sure, stud, that’d be great, but after the workout, okay?”
“Okay, and thank you.”
More chuckling. “You might not be thanking me when I’ve put you through your paces on the weights.”
David started to leak pre-cum in his shorts. “Be gentle with me, Bud.”
“You got it, stud.”
The phone went dead. David held the receiver to his chest while a wide grin split his face. The thought of being able to spend the evening with his Marine made his cup of joy overflow.
As he made a quick visit to the grocery store to buy extra provisions, David wondered if Bud would be staying the night. He hoped so, but knew he’d never ask. David had decided that being a Marine, Bud would want to eat meat. They’d eaten steak that night in the motel room, but he wanted to do something different. Deciding on chicken, he got a large pack of skinless breasts. He picked up some other items to make a marinade, as well as salad fixings. David knew Bud had to eat somewhat sensibly in order to maintain his size and awesome musculature.
“Feeding the five thousand?” the check out operator asked as she rang up his purchases.
David just smiled in response.
* * * *
He had only just got everything squared away in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. From the size of the shadow cast on the door’s frosted glass panel, David knew who the visitor was. Schooling his features in an effort not to appear too needy or desperate, David approached and opened the door. He was engulfed in a massive bear hug.
“God, I missed you, little stud.”
“I missed you, too,” David said, his words muffled in Bud’s jacket. Not many people could call the 6 feet even David little, but the well-built 6 feet 5 inch Marine could.
“Hope you’re ready for a good work out. It’s been a couple of days since I could get to the gym,” Bud said, holding David at arm’s length.
“Yeah, I’m ready for you to put me through my paces.”
Squeezing the back of David’s neck, Bud laughed. “But I’ll live up to my promise of taking things easy with you. Though you’ll probably call me a liar tomorrow when you’re so sore you can hardly walk.”
David felt his cheeks go bright red at the possible double-entendre.
“It’s down here, the basement I mean,” David said, turning away from Bud’s face with those eyes that seemed to miss nothing.
* * * *
Bud had been right, David’s muscles were aching, and it had only been a couple of hours since the workout. However, the warm bubbles provided by the hot-tub located on his deck helped ease away the stiffness in his joints. One part of David remained all too stiff. He lay in the churning water, hoping it would hide the problem.
“Your periscope is up and looking around.”
Shit, doesn’t he miss anything? David thought. “Well, what’d you expect?” He realized he’d spoken out loud, but being in Bud’s presence made him less reticent about speaking his mind.
His words were greeted by a low chuckle. “You flatter me, David.”
“Bullshit. You’re fucking awesome, and you know it. God, I bet you have a real job fighting off the women.”
“Yeah, well. Listen, didn’t you say you were gonna feed me?”
“Oh, um, yeah. Marinated chicken cooked on the grill okay?”
“Sounds great.”
“There’s some imported German lager, if you won’t be driving back later.”
David could have slapped himself. Hadn’t he promised not to bring up the subject of Bud staying the night? Any time he could spend with the beautiful hunk opposite was a bonus, he shouldn’t push his luck.
“You really know the right way to a man’s heart, don’t you?”
David got all flustered, what with the compliment and the likelihood that Bud would be spending the night.
“But I think we ought to take care of your not so little problem first. I wouldn’t want you to mistake what you’re sporting for something that ought to go on the grill.”
With a speed that surprised David, Bud leaped across the tub and was atop him, rubbing his awesome, broad hairy chest on his less developed and much smoother body. Also, David couldn’t fail to feel Bud’s erect manhood sliding across his groin. After recovering from the shock, David reached a wet hand around Bud’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Pulling away slightly, Bud said, “I’ve wanted to do that ever since I arrived.”
“So, why didn’t you?” David ran the tips of his fingers through Bud’s high and tight.
“I didn’t want to come across as too forward. I’ve always been a take charge sort of a guy, and,” he cupped David’s face in his hands, “I didn’t want to trample on you, force you into doing things I want rather than you want.”
“Oh, Bud. It’s great when you take charge. It’s, well it turns me on. I wouldn’t want you to get too rough or dominating, but…” David bit his bottom lip. “What you do makes me feel safe, cared for.” He wanted to add loved, but felt that might make Bud uncomfortable.
“You’re a really special guy, you know that?”
David wanted to protest, say he was just plain and ordinary, but his response was cut off by Bud raping his mouth and sucking his tongue into Bud’s own mouth. All through this, the lower part of Bud’s body kept rubbing against David’s belly, crotch and steely hard penis. David felt Bud’s enormous manhood expand to even greater proportions before it began twitching, throbbing out its load. That was all David needed to be pushed over the edge, too. His mouth opened wider in a silent scream of pleasure, Bud taking the opportunity to seize further ground inside David’s mouth.
David felt as though Bud was making love to his whole body. Bud’s tongue was in his mouth, Bud’s penis was pressed against David’s own. In addition, large hands were busy stroking, teasing and caressing all of David’s skin that they could reach.
David knew he’d never been made love to so completely before. He found himself going limp. If it weren’t for Bud taking hold of him, he would have slid under the water and drowned.
Eventually, through the fog of absolute contentment, David heard Bud’s voice. “Did I remember you saying something about feeding me?”
David tried to focus his eyes on the angelic vision hovering above him. “Uh, yeah.”