Convergence

Shaun cracked up, holding his ribs and laughing loudly. The table shook, and he spilled coffee into his lap. Janne quickly picked up a towel and began to daub at Shaun’s wet pants. I pretended to sleep, but watched as he gently rubbed the dishtowel into Shaun’s crotch. Janne was getting into it, and soon the spill was forgotten as he vigorously massaged Shaun's growing erection through his trousers. Janne dropped to his knees between Shaun’s legs, and slowly opened his fly. Shaun had an awesome morning woody that popped proudly from his zipper and stood firmly erect in Janne’s face. Shaun looked over at me, but I seemed to be oblivious to what was happening in the next room. Janne couldn’t care less about his sleeping cousin. He devoured Shaun’s thick cock in one gulp, letting its shiny cap glide past the bend in his throat. He slowly pulled himself off the throbbing tube, rolling his tongue around its engorged head. Shaun poured himself another cup of coffee, and settled back into his chair. I had no hold on him, he owed me no fidelity, but I couldn’t help feeling jealous. Maybe Shaun was not as smitten with me as I had assumed, maybe I wasn‘t totally in control of this journey. Last night, turning his back on me. Messing around with my cousin right in front of me this morning. I would have to be careful. My free ride might not be as secure as I thought.

Janne opened his cargo pants and dropped them around his knees. I saw his wide, generous ass sticking up into the air as he slurped on Shaun. He pulled at his own cock, and I saw that they were both getting close. I didn’t want to see this. Turning around, I faced the wall and pretended to sleep. Shaun continued to casually sip his coffee, as Janne pumped away at his mighty staff. It went deep into his throat, and I could hear Janne gagging and groaning as it pressed roughly against his palate. Shaun grunted a few times, and I knew he was cumming in Janne’s mouth. Soon the sounds of sex stopped, and I heard the bathroom door open and close. I clung to the edge of the bed and looking at the floor, saw a metal shaft protruding from inside Shaun‘s jacket. I reached down and gingerly opened the flap. The pistol was small, but I could tell it was a deadly weapon. What kind of shit was Shaun into, anyway?

The bright red Audi Shaun had rented for the trip was created just for roads like the wide, flat stretch of Autobahn between Berlin and Vienna. The big six-cylinder engine pulled us forward at incredible speed. The trip to Vienna would only take a few hours at this rate. I sat in the plush leather cocoon and thought about the mysterious man sitting next to me. He seemed so submissive. He loved me to dominate him, take him roughly and quickly up the ass. But he was full of surprises. I guess still waters really do run deep. I wanted to keep Shaun, not just for the convenience he provided me, but because I was genuinely falling for him. In my mind, I had forgiven him for getting blown by Janne. I would have to work a little harder at forgiving my cousin, however.

The throaty Audi growled to a stop in front of the Rosenthaler, a grand old Beaux-Arts hotel on Friedrichstrasse. The concierge opened the doors for us, and soon the car attendant was speeding around the corner with our car. I hadn’t said anything, but Shaun’s choice in hotel surprised me. The Rosenthaler was big money, high teas and fancy lace doilies. I expected something more modest, a pension or hostel where we could crash and shower. Shaun suggested I wait in the lounge as he checked us in. I felt odd in my leather jacket and torn jeans, sitting among the silk dressed granddames and navy blue-suited gentlemen. The bellboy took us up the elevator, and opened the suite’s door for us. The first thing that struck me as I entered the room was the expansive view of Vienna through the high arched windows. I immediately went to the balcony and stood in awe, as Shaun tipped the boy. He looked at us suspiciously, then grinned knowingly and suggested room service for our evening meal.

The bed was enormous, a richly carved antique four-poster that had been retrofitted to accommodate a king-size mattress, and what seemed to be numerous box springs. The actual duvet was several feet off the floor. A huge pile of fluffy brocade pillows and satin shams lay in a composed heap against the headboard. I figured the time was right, I needed to re-enforce my dominance, needed to show Shaun who was still in control here. I took him in my arms, and pulled him into an embrace. He didn’t fight me, but seemed to melt into my arms, our chests heaving against each other as we breathed in each others scent. I backed him against the bed and slipped my arms into his jacket, rubbing his ribs and caressing the small of his back. I felt his gun against my forearm. Moving quickly, I grabbed the thick textured handle and pulled it out of its holster. Shaun was taken completely off-guard. I pulled away from him and aimed the loaded pistol at Shaun’s chest. I play the tough guy, but really I didn’t know how to handle this piece. Shaun laughed nervously. I saw the fear in his eyes turn to anger, and he demanded his gun back.

“Stop playing games. Give me that gun, Kurt, you’re gonna hurt someone, and it’ll probably end up being you!”

“Shut up, Shaun. Who the hell are you? You’re not what you seem. You better fucking tell me what’s going on, or I’m gonna blow that smirk off your face right now!”

Shaun put his hands above his head, and stepped forward a foot. I backed off, but he continued to pace towards me. I was bluffing, of course, and could never hurt Shaun. What was I trying to prove with this goddam gun? That I was the boss? I saw by Shaun’s determined attitude that I certainly was not. He held his hand out to me, and I placed the gun in his upturned palm.

Shaun tossed the gun on the armchair, and grabbed my arm. He slapped me across the face and pushed me to the floor. I could feel his anger, his frustration. I really screwed up. He had gotten me to Vienna and that’s all I really wanted at the start of this adventure, but I was beginning to think there could be more. If he didn’t kill me now, he would surely leave me aching and broken in this hotel room and I would never see the incredible man again. He grabbed me by the hair and forced my face into the thick Turkish carpet, straddling me like a pony. Wait a minute, this was getting hot! I felt Shaun fumbling with my belt as he held me by the waist with one hand, the other still pressing my head to the floor. His breath was hot on my neck as he pressed his chest against my shoulders, pinning me down and helpless. He was much bigger than I was, and my struggles seemed to just make him more determined. He slipped my pants off my hips and turned me over on my back. I stopped struggling. What was the use? I had assumed he was totally submissive, a total “bottom“. This was a new twist in the plot. I had to see what would happen next.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Kurt? Huh?” Shaun screamed into the young punk’s face, his fingers wrapped firmly around the guy’s throat. “Were you actually going to shoot me? After all I’ve done for you.”