Stuart

The warm ocean water cascaded down his face as he struggled up the sandy incline towards the laid out bath towels. His eyes were crinkled and he actually was squinting as the sun glared down onto his wet body. The warmth was comforting after the coolness of the ocean water but he really wasn’t paying any attention to that, as he kept his eyes focused, as best as he could, on the figure laying face down on the dark blue towel that he had laid out earlier.

Stuart still couldn’t believe his good fortune and today was so far an idyllic one for him, one he never really dreamed could come true but the proof was there, laying on the blanket still and he smiled as he trudged up the sandy beach, towards the spot just next to the large rock outcrop.

Despite his mornings swim in the brisk ocean, Stuart could still feel the strange feelings of having been with someone. He couldn’t put it into words, language never his strong suit, but it was almost as if every nerve in his body was still tingling, still feeling what had gone on hours earlier. Stuart didn’t know how long this would last, but he had this twinge that it wouldn’t be a lifetime, and yet as the sun glared down on him, he felt the same chill he had felt when he had stared into Brad’s amber eyes.

It was almost as if they were two ships passing in the night and yet they had connected almost instantly, as if it was meant to be and as he came closer to the resting body of the young 19 year old, he felt that same sense of knowing, of comfort that he had the second they had met. He shook his head, drops of salty Pacific Ocean water spraying his shoulders and yet he didn’t feel a single cool drop. Instead all he could feel was this strange glow from deep within, a glow that not even the mid morning sun could equal no matter how hard it tried.

Looking at the young man, Stuart saw the smalls tufts of hair curling just around the back of his knees, tiny dark strands that barely showed if not for the glaring sun, and he smiled, remembering how attentive Brad had been to Stuart’s own body hairs. The way his hands had moved along his leg, the finger tips just barely grazing his flesh, brushing every so lightly across Stuart’s own dark leg hairs.

Standing there reliving that moment had another effect on him and he just continued to smile, oblivious to anyone’s stares because it just didn’t matter anymore, he just didn’t care what others might think or even say. For now he was at peace, something he hadn’t felt in over 2 years now, not since that night when he came face to face with evil and when his world had come crashing down all around him in a blaze of gunfire.

He shivered as the sound of gunfire echoed once more in his head but this time the chills left as fast as they had come and he knew it was from the peace that Brad had given him last night and this morning. He had never met someone so insatiable and yet he had to admit, he too had wanted more and had needed more, and Brad had been most obliging.

Strange, he and Doug had made love and it always had been special, least he had thought it had been, but it was nothing like the wild union that he had shared with Brad and it bothered him at first, as if he was being disloyal to the memory of his fallen lover, but he tossed it aside, letting the warmth of his new found joy chase away the dark clouds that were his constant companion.

Stuart reached down and picked up a towel and began to slowly rub his chest and upper body, his head fixed on the sleeping young man on the blanket. He stared at the young form, seeing the long red mark that was etched across the boy’s back and his training still told him that it was a belt mark, but Brad insisted it was from falling against a railing, possible but highly unlikely. There was so much he wanted to know and yet he was afraid of asking, fear that by being inquisitive he would drive the young man away and he didn’t want that to happen, not now, not after what he had found.

Brad was his first since that day, and he had almost come to believe that there never would be another time, that since Doug’s death that he could never find it in himself to be intimate again but somehow the instant his eyes had locked on Brad’s, he knew that he wanted him and that for some unknown reason, it was also Brad’s wish too. Strange how life worked, because he wasn’t supposed to even be at the mixer, it was a last minute concession to a fellow officer and now here he was, acting like a teenager himself despite his 30 years but damn it, it felt good.

^Brad “You are dripping all over me.”

^Stuart “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you from your…”

^Brad “It’s okay… you have a good swim?”

Stuart watched as Brad had turned onto his side to stare up at him and then he slowly had lifted himself up onto one arm, his body glistening in the sun’s glare, tiny specks of sand shining and twinkling, almost as if Brad’s body was covered by tiny stars, all shiny and blinking. He smiled and saw the slow easy grin come across Brad’s face as the boy turned fully onto his back, his legs stretched out as far as they could go, one leg gently resting next to Stuart’s own leg.

He couldn’t help himself as he stopped rubbing his chest and just stared at the young boy leaning back on his elbows, amber eyes staring up at him, thin locks of auburn hair slowly twisting across the face. It was almost as if they were alone even though the beach was crowded for this time of morning. All he could think of was how much he wanted him

and yet he had just finished less than 2 hours earlier enjoying all that the young man had to offer, or so he had thought.

^Stuart “Yeah, it felt good, uh, you still tired?”

^Brad “Nah, not really, just resting up, uh, we heading back to your place?”

^Stuart “Sure, uh, you hungry?”

^Brad “Haha, yeah but not for what I think you mean.”

^Stuart “Huh? I didn’t, I mean, uh…”

^Brad “Or maybe we are on the same wavelength after all, uh, least if what I am looking at is any sign.”

Brad was staring up at him, his eyes wide open and he had a sly grin across his face as Stuart fumbled trying to find the right words, afraid to break the spell that seemed to be surrounding him. God, to just look at Brad was making him ache in places he never thought would ache again and he knew that he was hard, that his dick was pushing at the thin lycra material of his shorts but he couldn’t help himself, he did want more of the young boy’s body and yet it was more than just sex, it was almost spiritual or at least it was how he felt. For a second or two he wondered why Brad had even given him the time of day let alone come home with him last night, but he tossed the questions away, electing to just revel in the joy instead.

^Stuart “Seems we are, least if what I am looking at is any sign.”

Brad glanced down his short frame, staring down at all of his 5ft 8in body and he too saw what Stuart had noticed, which was the tell tale tent pole located dead centre of his own bathing attire. He got a wicked looking smile on his face as he sat upright a bit more, moving his legs to either side, as if pushing his crotch upwards and he could see out of the corner of one eye an older grey haired man staring, and the smile on Brad’s face became even wider.

^Brad “Yep, seems so, well?”

^Stuart “Well what?”

^Brad “haha, we going to be respectable, or?”

^Stuart “Or? Like as if, uh, whoa, okay I believe you would, wouldn’t you?”

^Brad “haha, damn straight I would, so, how about it? Care to live dangerously or?”

^Stuart “I think I’ll take the ‘or’ for now, but damn, you do have a way to make me want to be less, well, old I guess.”

^Brad “Old? You? Shit you can’t be more than what? 50 or so?”

Stuart laughed at the taunt but he also felt the way his body was stirring and he knew it wouldn’t take much encouragement from Brad for him to forget convention and actually do exactly what Brad had implied. God, to think he, an 8 year veteran of the force would actually consider having sex on a public beach with a 19 year old was something that should shake him, instead it only made him more aroused, more excited.

Of course, it didn’t help his state of mind the way Brad was slowly moving his one hand up and down his flat belly or the way he would suddenly hook his fingers into the waist band of his shorts and pull them up, giving the hard member inside more room to move and show itself. Christ he was acting like a kid but then why not, after all he wasn’t that ‘old’, was he?

^Stuart “Funny boy aren’t you?”

^Brad “Boy? Me? Gee, thought I was all man, hmm, guess maybe you need a refresher course on that.”

Without even waiting for a response, Brad jumped up from the sandy beach and came toe to toe with Stuart. He looked deep into Stuart’s eyes and with a mischievous twinkle, he suddenly leaned forward and taking Stuart completely by surprise, kissed him fully on the lips and then with a short laugh, he picked up the two blankets and started to trot away, heading towards Stuart’s beach house.

He just stood there, shocked a bit, embarrassed even as he could see the stares coming from the few people that were around where he stood and then as if he had made up his mind, he just smiled and began his own jog up the small incline towards the departing back of the young man and his home. To think, this was what it was like was just beginning to dawn on him as he increased his gait to try and catch up but Brad quickened his speed too and so the race was on as his house loomed closer with each thundering pound of his heart. Stuart just wasn’t sure if the thundering was from the running or the increasing desire that was filling his body.

The glass French doors were wide open as he came panting up the stairs, the exertion of running after a brisk 30 minute swim not to mention an previous evening of passion and lust had taken its toll on his 30 year old body. Stuart prided himself on being in shape, well at least he had but he had to admit, lately he had sort of broken away from that routine but the urge was suddenly upon him again as he gasped for air, his hands holding his shaking knees and his head dangling down, sweat dripping from his brow as he waited for his body to suck in enough air.

Finally, the ache in his body subsided enough for him to think clearly and with his head still hanging down he turned to stare into the house, to see the glittering sunlight dancing across his walls. It was an interesting sight to watch the golden rays as they moved with the breath of the wind that came from the ocean. He saw the sheer drapes dancing in tune with the rays and his eyes stared as he saw the flash dance softly across the unmade bed.

The rays were bright but the flash of golden creamed flesh sparkled under their grazing glance. Stuart could see the dark outline of the body, the hands resting on the upper portion of the bed, the torso casting a soft shadow across the light blue bed sheet, the legs dangling in front and Stuart’s heart began to beat even faster now, the ache of running being replaced by the desire within his groin and he slowly pushed up, standing fully erect. His chest heaved as he saw the gleaming white teeth of the 19year old and he could feel the desire welling up inside of him as he also could feel the warmth starting to glow from deep within.

Slowly he walked into the bedroom, the soft ocean breeze swirling the tiny specks of dust and adding to the scene that lay stretched out before him. He looked at the double sized bed, the overstuffed pillows that now lay propping up the head of Brad and he blinked as for a mere second he saw Doug’s face. The memories were there but as he came closer he could see the desire in Brad’s face, the way Brad’s young amber coloured eyes followed his every movement. He could feel the desire reaching for him, his heart answering the call as it pounded inside his chest, rushing the blood thru his tingling body.

The light blue towel that hung around his neck was soaked still but he didn’t notice it as he slowly reached the edge of his bed. He stood there, the water dripping down his chest, tiny drops curling around his fully erect nipples and racing down his still heaving chest, pooling down past his belly and trickling down into his shorts. His eyes were wide as he stared the slowly rising and falling chest of Brad, seeing the pink nipples shiver a little with each measured breath that the boy took. Stuart could tell that Brad was as enthralled as he was, the way he tried to hold himself together but the fall of his chest belying the calm appearance.

They didn’t say a word, just looked at each other and minutes passed as if they were collecting their thoughts, and despite the aching desire that now seemed to roar in his ears, Stuart stood still, a slight tremor to him but as still as he could be, he was. Brad could see the slight shake and he licked his lips, his eyes taking in the figure that towered over his feet. Without any thought he slowly moved his hands from behind him, letting the overstuffed pillows support his upper body totally now. His legs were slightly ajar as he moved both hands down his young chest, one hand playing lightly with his erect nipple, making him shiver a little in anticipation.

Brad saw the way Stuart’s eyes glistened and followed his every move. He had never really seen someone do that before, appear so eager for him and so desirous either. He could almost feel the desire coming from Stuart and while last night had been wild and unbridled, he could sense that what was to come would be even more sensual and overwhelming than anything in his past. He shivered a little at that realization, unsure why he was even here, why he had even suggested to this perfect stranger that they leave the mixer early. It wasn’t his style to be so bold; in fact he couldn’t remember having ever made the first move before.

It was almost as if his body was suddenly taking on a life of its own as his one hand continued to play with his hard nipple, the other began to slowly press down, to pass across the flat flesh of his belly, shaking his groin a little as it pressed inwards. The taut pole inside his shorts was fully erect and he could feel the ache and desire coming upwards as his hand pushed further down, the fingertips stretching downwards for the thick white waistband of his shorts.

The sound of plastic slapping flesh echoed in the bedroom and startled Stuart. He stepped back one step as his eyes bulged open to see the golden flesh of Brad’s belly shaking from the sudden pressure of the elastic waistband striking it. His tongue licked at his lips as he saw Brad’s one hand leave the firm nipple, pushing down the side of the young lanky body, the fingers stretched downwards together as they moved down the boy’s trembling body. The other hand seemed to just be waiting, the thumb hooked over the white thick band, the other fingers buried under the thin fabric, their presence outlined clearly by the stretched material of the shorts.

A small low groan escaped his lips as his eyes fastened on the tented centre of Brad’s shorts, and he knew what lay underneath. His mind could still see that long shaft and the slightly off shaped head that had filled him last night, had reached deep inside of him and touched him in a place that only Doug had ever reached and yet Brad was only 6 ½ inches long, but it had been enough to make Stuart writhe in pure joy and pleasure and now it was once more standing tall, waiting for another chance to reach him and touch him that way again.

Saliva curled around the corners of his mouth and his heart raced even faster as he waited, his breathe held back as the hands moved together to slowly push down the skin tight shorts, pushing the fabric past the crotch, tiny tufts of dark hair starting to show and through it all, Brad’s eyes stayed glued to Stuart’s face, Stuart’s eyes amazed and focused on the unravelling show at the centre of the 5ft 8in body. His heart ached and deep inside he felt the lust rising but it was joined by more than just pure animal desire. It was slowly being cloaked in a rich deep sense of joy and more than that, a sense of love that he was unfamiliar with, uncertain of and yet it continued to grow inside, continued to weave its mystical feelings among the desire and lust that held his body upright.

Standing there watching, he suddenly felt a chill run up his spine as the memory of that last night with Doug suddenly filled his mind. He could see Doug doing exactly the same thing as Brad was doing that last morning. They too had spent a night in wild passion, unusual for them and the intensity was still there, lingering in the shadows of his mind and now it all hit him again, realizing that it was almost as if they had known, or at least that Doug had known that it would be there last time together.

They had enjoyed a relationship that was intense, full of love and passion and yet that night it had simply exploded around them. Doug had been wild, demanding even in his desire to know and touch and feel every part of Stuart. He had done things they rarely did, and had seemed to be totally in rapture with it all and in less than 12 hours from their last exhausted love making, Doug was no more, his life snatched by the wanton violence of several youths bent on destruction.

To this day they still hadn’t found the three young gang members who had attacked their patrol unit, wounding Stuart slightly as he had been pushed down by Doug’s hands. He had thrown Stuart with such force that Stuart’s head had cracked the side window and the door had jammed into his side, as Doug took the full assault of the three angry young men. They had sprayed the car with automatic fire and Doug was no more and Stuart’s life had nearly ceased.

No witnesses had come forward, despite an exhaustive search of the area and canvassing of the entire area for blocks around. Doug had fallen victim to a wanton act, unreasonable, inconceivable a mere ten years earlier but which was now commonplace. Life no longer was cherished; no angry protestors swarmed the streets to protest the violence. It was thought that there had been one witness, a young boy no more than maybe 17 or 16 but they couldn’t find him anywhere and all appeals had netted them zero. Just one more policeman dead with no leads or arrests, it didn’t even make the front pages anymore.

A tear fell slowly rolled down his cheek as he remembered the warm passion that he and Doug had enjoyed that morning and as the memory filled his heart with its joy, he slowly pushed down his shorts, letting his body take charge, letting the fire within once more control his actions, his mind gradually being directed to the needs of his soul.

Brad was no Doug, but somehow the strange glow inside felt the same, the desire and the passion seemed the same as his belly grew warm from within, the flesh growing hot and steamy as he watched the last of Brad’s shorts fall down towards the knees. His eyes stared at the pleading look in Brad’s face as the shorts sat there, as if waiting for him and as he stepped out of his own shorts, he rested his knees against the bed, just as he had 2 years earlier, and he bent forward, his head now centred between the upraised knees, and with his eyes staring at Brad’s groin, he reached out and slowly pulled at the thin fabric, pulling them past the slightly quivering legs, till they rested at the feet.

Only then did Stuart take his eyes off of Brad and he looked down at the thin legs, the blue sheen from the shorts casting an eerie glow around the golden ankles of Brad’s legs. His mind could see each tiny hair that stopped just short of the ankle bones and he lifted himself up a bit, and with a gentleness he didn’t realize he had, he slowly cradled the one

foot, and with his other hand he slowly guided the thin material off the warm flesh. He repeated the process with the other foot but instead of tossing aside the unneeded shorts, he brought them up to his face, rubbing the thin material along his quivering stomach and then with his eyes focused on Brad’s face, he kissed the material and carefully put it aside next to the now shaking legs of the young man.

Brad could feel the beat of his heart, each loud thump echoed inside his head as if it was hollow but it was filled with a strange desire to please, to explore, to know and it was all centred around Stuart. The way his eyes looked at him made him flush a bit and turned an already golden hue to an even brighter golden colour. His eyes took in all that Stuart did and how he looked. There was no Adonis shape to his body, but there was something else that made him desire the older man so much and yet his mind couldn’t fathom it, couldn’t put it into words or thoughts but his spirit knew it well and hungered for it with each passing second.

The ache in his loins grew with each ticking second as he felt the soft hands slowly touch his flesh, slowly caress his shaking legs and he could feel the twist and jerking motion of his blood gorged cock as it ached painfully for Stuart’s touch. Brad couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him, he couldn’t explain to himself why it was so important to him to be with Stuart but despite his minds objections he pushed forward, and now he gradually let his legs open, letting Stuart see all of him, letting Stuart see just how much he wanted him.

Brad’s hands slowly moved up from around his own knees and slowly traversed upwards, the flesh moving and swaying a little as he pulled upwards, letting his legs spread far apart with each passing second. Stuart slowly climbed up onto the bed, his body now leaning between the open legs of the young man, and his eyes began to take it all in, starting first at the ankles, his hands softly touching the golden hue of the skin, and with an increasing light touch his own hands began to follow Brad’s hands up the lanky frame.

The legs shook to the touch and he gasped a little for air as he felt the passion starting to fill his body. The fires deep inside of him were once more fully awake and he could feel the heat rising, as drops of sweat began to form on his forehead. His own hands now continued their climb up his small frame, and the touch felt like fire to him, as he burned hot for the man who leaned above him. He still couldn’t understand it, but he no longer felt the fear that had become his life, had taken hold of him and made him walk constantly with a backwards glance. Instead he felt at peace, he felt safe as he watched Stuart touch him, as Stuart’s hands moved along his quivering thighs.

He gulped for air as Stuart’s hands moved up to his waist and then the full adult body moved closer between his legs. Slowly he looked up into Stuart’s eyes and licked his lips as the vision of Stuart filled his sight. Nothing else intruded as the head came closer to his and he watched in awe as he saw the same passion, the same desperate urge wash across Stuart’s face and as he looked into the liquid pools of Stuart’s tear stained eyes, he felt the passion slowly wrapping around them both. He could feel his heart being squeezed by the power of Stuart’s own desire, just as his held Stuart’s heart.

The face came closer and still his eyes remained opened, and he watched the full lips growing in size as they came closer. He could see the weathered cracks of the skin across the pink flesh and his heart skipped a beat as he waited for the first touch, that first caress of their two mouths together and the ache in his groin grew almost unbearable. The pain lanced thru his entire body and he could feel himself trembling with pure excitement and desire just as the lips touched.

A loud moan escaped his mouth before the wet moist lips of Stuart’s own mouth slowly crushed it. The last gasp of his moan was eagerly sucked in by the opening mouth above and he felt the hands push inwards, their skin pressing against his underarms and he trembled even more now as his eyes fluttered in time with the rising beat of his heart and the urgent gasp for air from his lungs.

The touch of their lips was like a match to dry kindling, as it sparked a raging inferno deep within both. Stuart gasped a little as he tasted the sweet innocence of youth and Brad groaned as he felt the security of age wrap around his tortured spirit. Nothing else mattered now as his mind grew foggy with the twist and turning flames that now filled him. The press of the moist lips crushed his doubts as he opened his own lips to let pass the pushing tongue of the man above him. His body struggled as Stuarts full 160 pounds of weight settled over him. He felt the rise and fall of the adult chest, the touch of the firm nipples poking into his own young feverish body and he sighed as the hands reached for his body, gently prodding and poking at his sides as the tongue carved a rich and full path inside of Brad’s open mouth.

The rough feel of the hot tongue against the back of his throat gagged him for a mere instant and then his throat opened wide, eagerly granting admission to the twirling piece of flesh that poked and prodded within his mouth. He tasted the saliva of the man and he eagerly sucked on it now, his own tongue darting up and across as if in a wild mating dance with Stuart’s tongue. They held each other, Brad’s own hands seeking out the man above, touching his sides, then his waist and yet all the time barely stopping to change location. It was one constant swirling dance as their arms moved in unison it seemed, light touches only as their mouths remained locked in a passionate embrace of fevered desire and lust.

While the kiss started slow it quickly became feverish in lust and passion as the two tongues danced within. Their breathing became ragged and laboured as they struggled to breath while their mouths twisted and pulled at each other. Their hands reached harder, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of the other and still they remained locked together. Stuart’s body groaned with its desire to become part of Brad’s and his full weight continued to push down, just as Brad’s struggled to allow the union to happen and pushed upwards with equal fury and strength.

Large thick gobs of pre cum oozed from both pulsing cocks that were pressed firmly into the other’s body, the press only adding more fuel to the raging fires within. Steam seemed to fill the room but it was only the light of the sun glistening off the dust in the room that rose from all around the two pressing bodies. Sweat drops no longer dripped but instead streamed between the two bodies and still their mouths remained cemented together, neither willing to disengage for fear of lessening the passion that was woven around them. Neither was willing to break their union, even though they knew this was just a beginning and despite the urgent need for air, they kissed harder and deeper. One tongue buried deep down the other’s throat, then just as quickly withdrawn so the other tongue could return the favour and together they explored every inch of the other’s mouth, tasting and revelling in that taste.

The sun glowed within the room, casting its shadows into the room and yet neither noticed its brightness or its warmth as their bodies grew hotter and their passion grew stronger and more urgent. Their bodies were aflame now as finally their need for air broke them apart and Stuart began to kiss eagerly at the hot flesh below him, just as Brad responded holding and digging his hands hard into Stuarts back.

The sounds of wet flesh shifting and moving along with gasps for air were all that filled the room now and still they were just beginning to feel the passion, just now beginning to comprehend the desire that each had for the other and yet neither missed a beat, a second of being together. Stuart’s hands moved and held the shaking body under him just as Brad’s own hands pulled and held Stuart’s flesh. Together they kissed once more, tasting the salty saliva of each other and drinking in the warm breath of the other, letting the other fill their lungs with their own spent breath.

The sweet fragrance of love began to slowly fill the large bedroom with its special aroma and both of them managed to breath it in deeply, feeling it course thru their fiery bodies, adding to the fuel that had ignited it in the first place. Stuart groaned more now as his legs pressed against the inside legs of Brad. His whole body ached and throbbed with the passion that now was consuming his own flesh and he could feel the rivers of sweat flowing between them, finding a route between their melting skins.

The torrent of sweat began to pool and steam around their groins as the two kissed and held each other tightly, both desperate for the love of the other as their minds grew blank, overwhelmed by the strong sense of passion that had weaved its unbreakable chain around them both. Stuart felt a chill for a second as he touched Brad’s soft groin, feeling the hair matted by their sweat and only for that instant did his heart suddenly stop but it was quickly passed over as Brad’s hot breath filled his lungs.

Brad had felt the sudden chill and instead of it frightening him it only drove him on, as he knew that Stuart had suffered deeply, and his own spirit surged forward in a desperate attempt to ease whatever it was that had intruded on their love making. His whole body rose upwards, pressing in even harder as if by its sheer desire it could vanquish the demons that rested within Stuart.

He had no idea why he felt this way, or even why he felt it was necessary, after all he really didn’t know Stuart, but there was this connection, this link that just took precedence for some odd reason. His mind clouded over as he arched upwards, the ache of his own needs overpowering his rational thoughts and it was how his heart wanted it, as it thundered out its own need, its own answer to the questions.

Stuart moved down the trembling body, his head now below Brad’s chin as his lips pressed and tasted the warm young flesh of Brad’s neck and chest. His mouth moved across the hot sizzling skin, tasting the saltiness of the boy’s sweat and desire all mingled together with his own perspiration and lust. Nothing else seemed to matter to Stuart as he licked at the hot skin, his tongue running all across the shaking body, tasting, pressing, prodding and yet with each flick, each lick, he felt a strange exhilaration deep inside.

His hands gripped Brad’s shoulders tightly as he slid his 5ft 10 ½ inch body slowly down the sweat soaked 5ft 8in body of Brad. His whole body pressed down as it slid downwards, his feet pushing against the throw rug that rested at the foot of the bed. His toes dug into the soft pile of the carpet but the force of his pressure made the rug move backwards as his hands held tightly onto Brad’s young body. His mouth moved along the pecs, tasting the young sweet taste mingled with both of their sweat. Each taste only adding more fuel to the fires of passion and further helping to forge the links of their chain of passion.

He could smell that special man scent growing stronger as his body slid further down, his mouth nibbling briefly at the two firm pink nipples, tweaking them and then licking eagerly at them both. Each lick, each gentle bite down on the firm flesh made Brad squirm and brought several loud groans of joy from the boy’s mouth. His hands now rested under Brads arms and he could feel the underside of Brad’s arms pressing inwards as Brad reached out, placing his hands on top of Stuart’s shoulders, squeezing them hard with the strength of youth. It made him wince only for a second as his mind was blank, his heart was roaring and his spirit was soaring. Nothing really registered beyond the pure passion that seemed to be floating around and among them.

Stuart’s body ached in places that he didn’t even know existed, or so he thought as he kissed the rolling flesh of Brad’s belly. He could feel the taut muscles coiling underneath and it made the ache in his loins even harder as he licked at the sizzling flesh, stopping only to breath in deeply the young scent of a boy on the verge. His eyes watered as they stared at the soft rolling golden coloured skin, his nostrils flaring as he moved himself down even further, feeling the thick goo of Brad’s pre cum easing his movement.

The searing heat coming from the hard pressing penis was also making him shake, just as his actions were causing uncontrollable tremors within Brad’s young body. Even his eyelashes felt the fevered pitch of Brad’s desire as they brushed past the arching flesh of Brad’s stomach. His head swooned a little as he felt the brush of hard wiry pubic hairs against his chin and his lower lip quivered in eager anticipation.

The bristles of Stuarts morning growth rubbed hard and deep into his soft pubic flesh, his own wiry hairs standing upright as best they could among the rivers of hot sweat that poured along the inside of the crotch. Brad moaned loudly as he felt the hard facial hairs scratching past the throbbing length of his cock and his two legs kicked out on either side, and the bed began to shake a bit harder. His hands pulled at the shaggy dark hair and he twisted some of the strands around his fingers as his body urged him to surrender, to release his desires and the room echoed to the loud cries of his inner struggle. The beat of his heart filled his ears but the crackling of flames from within buried the sound beyond.

He couldn’t hold on any longer, his hands released the dark strands of hair and struck the bed with the force of his age, and both bodies moved to the wild motion now as Stuart’s lips touched the hot smouldering head of Brad’s cock. The taste of pre cum filled his senses as his tongue darted outwards, swirling around the small dripping hole from where the oozing river of milk came from. His legs arched and he could feel them cramping up as his tongue started to slowly lick around the fiery cock head of the young moaning boy. His hands gripped tightly at the slender waist, his own fingers digging hard into the molten flesh, reaching for the quivering bone within and his heart beat louder.

Feeling the rough edge of Stuart’s tongue against the hot sensitive skin of his cock head was overpowering him. He bucked and thrust upwards, forcing the hot fleshy head against Stuart’s mouth and teeth, almost knocking them loose with its force. Stuart’s head flung backwards, letting the main force of the upward thrust dissipate before striking against his mouth. He held his ground as his hands moved down a bit, his fingers pressing into the boy’s soft pubic area, his thumbs hooked back into the beginning of the fleshy buttocks.

Despite Brad’s youth and strength, Stuart’s hands were able to hold down the hot heaving groin of the younger man. His hands were like a vice grip, digging deep into the soft flesh while his tongue continued to lick at and suck in the streaming river of pre cum. The hot salty sweet taste mingled with his own juices and he swallowed it all eagerly, as he continued to gather the creamy fluid with his tongue. The tip licked just around the top then slid down to swirl and taste all around the hot flesh, reaching at last to just under the head, to that tiny area between the head and the rest of the shaft and as he licked at it, he felt the body bucking and attempting to roll from side to side.

The pain in his body was too much for Brad, the waves of pleasure that came pulsing upwards through his groin was exquisite and also quite unbearable as he felt the rough edge of the tongue licking at the hidden drops of his pre cum under the head of his throbbing organ. Nothing before had ever equalled the pleasure that surged inwards and radiated outwards and his body couldn’t hold back a second longer. He bucked and all of his weight went arching upwards, the energy too much even for the expectant Stuart who felt the force coming through his fingers first. The tremor changed to a rolling unstoppable tidal wave of pure desire and energy that surprised him despite its warning tremors.

His mouth was suddenly split apart as the 1 ¾ inch thick pole came rushing forwards, scraping against the edges of his teeth before Stuart’s mind could even signal the jaw to widen its opening. The force threw his head back as the hot throbbing organ, dripping a steady stream of hot milk, came flashing inwards, pushing aside all obstacles. It flattened the twisting tongue and reached further inside, to slide easily past the waiting gullet and down the trembling sides of the throat. Stuart gagged hard as the sudden filling of his throat was further heightened by the intense aroma of a boy on the edge and he somehow managed to control his throat muscles, stretching them and relaxing them so the hot dripping pole could pass inside.

The salty sweet taste of Brad’s pre cum only made his stomach ache for more and Brad was about to oblige despite his best efforts to show restraint. The large full swaying balls had long since struck up hard against the root of Brad’s aching throbbing pole and with the harsh scrape of Stuart’s teeth scratching the fiery taut skin of the blood gorged pole, there just wasn’t any hope for holding back.

Brad let out a loud cry of pure unbridled ecstasy as his balls suddenly squeezed tight and emptied the two eggs of their entire contents. Like a tidal wave coming ashore, the hot heavy stream rushed along the hotly expanded canal and further thickened the already thick cock, the vein underneath doubling in size, throbbing and aching as the blood was suddenly rushed to it to fill every pore of the hard cock, tightening it beyond measure and the heat almost burned Stuart’s caked lips.

Long before Brad’s cry had even reached mid stage or even begun to register in Stuart’s ears, the first stream of boy cream came flooding up the 6 ½ inch long shaft, the tiny slit in the gorged head suddenly tripling in size to allow for the passage of the seed that was being pushed along at mach speed. A stream of pure white milk came shooting out, freed from its thin tunnel and without even touching the mouth or tongue it shot outwards, the first blob striking hard against the side wall of Stuart’s constricting throat.

He cried out as well and as the first sounds of his cries mingled with the increasing roar of Brad’s cries, the stream filled the thin throat cavity, coating all sides with its thick hot essence. The smell filled the room and as both struggled for air, the intoxicating aroma wound its way deep into both bodies. Stuarts soul soured as it felt the first strike and as the scent permeated the inner linings of his lungs, he could feel the fires suddenly fan further, licking beyond his flesh and it was almost as if he was melting from the inside out as the heavy load of pure boy jizz gagged him.

He was choking on the first stream of milk and yet his stomach was demanding he send more and he lunged forward, driving the hot pulsing penis further down his filled throat. The hot head was spluttering, rearing back as it readied itself for firing its second hot heavy load when the head was suddenly doused in the remnants of its first shot. The sensation rocked Brad as his body convulsed hard, twisting and turning and still Stuart managed to keep the hot pole buried deep within his throat. The pure joy of the pressure of the tight throat muscles, wrapping around the jerking penis was too much as a third and fourth blast came rushing inwards, almost on top of each other and as the second load came flooding out, the third was nearly there too as was the fourth.

Brad cried out again and again as his hands suddenly released the hair and head of Stuart, banging now on the bed with a furious tattoo of over powering love. Thick heavy chains of their passion wove around the twisting bodes and held them together, kept them close as one, and as the third heavy stream began to fill the full throat with its milk, Stuarts eyes opened to stare into the thick patch of pubic hairs, his nose buried hard into the soft groin, tiny hairs from the boys crotch caressing and filling his nostrils with their presence and their scent.

The hot cream filled his throat and then his mouth and still it came flooding into him, and still he struggled to let it all slide down his throat to his stomach but it was too much at once. He choked, gagged and coughed as he tried to hold his lips firmly around the base of the throbbing pole that was lodged deep into his throat but he failed. Slowly at first then increasing in tempo, a backwash took hold and escaped the confines of his mouth, soaking back along the trembling cock shaft and past the lips that were unglued from around the hot flesh. It slid out and along the heaving soft flesh of Brad’s own groin and its warmth and scent now filled him, just as it filled Stuart still.

Loud cries of joy were stilled as the boy’s body sank back onto the bed, his balls emptied and shrunken as his entire body was devoid of all energy, the blood still uncertain where to go now pooled and ebbed as the mind was lost in the warm glow of love that filled its cavities. Nothing else moved, the hands were stilled too as utter and complete exhaustion overtook the 19-year-old Brad. Stuart’s own joy had shut his mind down as well, his stomach filled beyond its wildest dreams with cum swished and rolled as it fell hard against the quivering legs of Brad.

It had come quickly and ended just as fast. Brad was out of breath, his lungs gasping for air and his heart still raced in overdrive but his body had nothing more to give and he sunk further into the mattress. Stuart had been surprised at the violent force of Brad’s ejaculation into his mouth and yet despite it he felt filled and spent. His body too had spent its energy and as the blood raced within without direction he collapsed on top of the quaking body of Brad. His legs were taut and numb and they danced a little in a jerking motion as all feeling had long since gone but was only now returning, a feeling of excitement filled him still but he had no energy to act on it as he felt Brad’s belly against the side of his face. The hot cock that had only just filled his mouth lay softening in its grip as pools of cream were spread all around slowly dried in the warm mornings air.

Stuart was spent as was Brad and yet they couldn’t move. He knew his weight was crushing Brad further into the mattress but he just couldn’t move, his body was devoid of feeling except at his groin where the ache only grew in intensity. The pain was excruciating and yet he was powerless to do anything to relieve it.

Brad could feel the blood returning to his limbs and they twitched and shook as the muscles within began to relax their grip. The nerves still tingled and he felt the numbness growing less and his breathing no longer was laboured, yet his heart continued to beat fast, still wrapped up in the excitement and touch of the spent passion. His eyes were open and blinking, the stream of sweat no longer a raging torrent but still drops continued to bead and roll down the soaked flesh, only now beginning to cool ever so slightly as the fires within were less but not dampened.

It took several moments for Stuart to even feel the air flowing back into his lungs and the pain in his groin didn’t lessen one iota as his body still ached for more of Brad. It was insane, to feel such desire and need for someone he only met less than 24 hours earlier but there was no denying the desire within him; and as he finally managed to summon sufficient strength to roll partially off the young boy’s still trembling body, he felt an intense need to hug and hold Brad close to his chest. He couldn’t explain it or even begin to understand it himself but he reached out with shaking arms to encircle the young boy with them.

He felt the tremor as his arms moved around the boy’s still heaving chest and he found the energy to place his arms under the young boy’s slight frame and he twisted a little, bringing his face close to Brad’s that was now upraised and peering intently into his own. His whole body shook and his erect penis dug hard into the soft quivering flesh of the boy’s groin as he lightly brushed his lips up against Brad’s surprised mouth.

They stared at each other after the light kiss and both of them realized that something momentous had occurred. Stuart knew that somehow his life had been changed by that simple gesture, that the feel of Brad’s arms around his own quaking body was as much a signal as his light kiss had been. They had connected deeper than at anytime in the last several hours and their souls now spoke on the same wavelength. Their spirits were now linked in a bond that was forged in that instant out of pure steel that nothing could break or even crease.

Stuart pulled back a little, his eyes glistening as he stared into Brad’s face. He saw the soft lines of youth as his eyes took it all in as if he was seeing Brad for the very first time. He could feel the boy’s need for him, which was melting his heart with its open honesty. He smiled as his hand gently ran down the still slightly heaving chest.

^Stuart “I don’t know why you came home with me last night, I don’t even care why, I just hope you will never leave.”

The words were softly uttered, almost in a whisper and yet they seemed to shriek inside of Brad’s head. He had never heard it said so simply, so honestly and he could feel the truth of the words, and he knew that Stuart meant it, that nothing in Brad’s past mattered to him and that whatever it was, he didn’t care, as long as Brad was with him. The beat of his heart was like thunder as he felt the love passing into his body with each soft caress of Stuart’s hand and while they had made passionate love all night and morning, he felt like he had yet to be filled by Stuart’s love, that all that had passed had been merely a prelude, a introduction to what was to come and he felt secure for the first time in several years, no longer troubled by that dark part of his mind that even he had not visited willingly.

^Brad “You don’t even know me, are you sure?”

^Stuart “Yes”

^Brad “But I mean”

^Stuart “Sssh, there is no need for explanations, maybe later when we have time, right now, well right now I just want to hold you, touch you, and love you… will you let me?”

Tears flowed down his cheeks now as the soft-spoken words found their way past his demons and doubts and reached his heart and his soul. He couldn’t refuse such an honest request and deep inside, his spirit didn’t want him to refuse. His hand reached up to lightly press up against the side of Stuart’s face, his eyes boring deep into Stuart’s own eyes and their souls were once more touching and reading each other. He could feel the truth behind each word that had been spoken as well as many more truths that made his heart skip several beats and then once more rise up in a thundering roar of approval. The blood once more flowed hotly inside of his body as he leaned in and with his hand tilting Stuart’s head to one side; he leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against Stuart’s warm mouth.

Stuart felt the kiss as the love filled his entire body and he could feel the bed creaking a little as his body trembled in excitement. He had never felt such a need, such a desire to bewith someone as he did at this moment, not even with Doug and he cried inside a little, in that special place that would always be Doug’s, but he could feel Brad’s love reaching even there, touching it briefly, accepting it and holding it safe, just as his own soul did and he knew in that instant that Doug would have approved.

He felt the warm sunlight against his back as he leaned back, to stare at the young man and to wait for his answer, to be certain that what he had felt, had thought, had hoped for was real. The eyes that stared deeply in his had no more questions, instead they brimmed over with joy and as his heart began to flutter, his body tremble with the realization, he heard the soft-spoken answer.

^Brad “Yes”

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