Tangled : Part Eleven

*** Part EIGHTEEN : A TASTE OF LEE.

Then he took my hand and placed it on his chest as he rolled over onto his back. I sat up and looked down at him, a magnificent specimen of manhood. I rolled onto my knees beside him and started my examination of his exquisite body. I put my hands on his chest and ran my fingers through his chest hair. It was silky and soft. I bent over and laid my cheek against him. His animal scent filled my nostrils. I inhaled deeply, drawing his essence into me. I reveled in it. I lifted my head and nuzzled his neck, just above his shoulder.

He chuckled, "That tickles!"
I ran my cheek up the side of his face and pushed my face into his hair. It smelled fresh and clean. I kissed his temple and brow, his eyelids and his nose. I ran my tongue over his lips and into his mouth. I explored his mouth with my tongue. I pulled away and ran my tongue over his chin and down his neck.
"Hmm!" He sighed. "Nice! You're so gentle."
"Not always."

I sat up and ran my hands across his broad, hairy chest, stopping to tease his dark nipples, which jumped erect at my touch. I bent and ran my tongue around them.
"Mmm, I like it!" He sighed.
I gently nipped them with my teeth and he shivered.

I felt the globes of his chest and then continued down to his belly, over the ridges of his abdominal muscles. I ran my fingers through the wide path of his silky belly hair, and bent and nuzzled it. I explored his navel with my tongue and then moved my hands down to his pubic patch. It was dense and soft, the heat from his groin warmed my hands

"Hmm!" He murmured again, "That feels so good. Don't stop!"
"I never want to take my hands off you!" I whispered.
"You never have to!" He moaned.
"You are so gorgeously hairy!" I whispered.

"I told you so!" He grinned. "I always thought that I could do with a little less."
"No!" I said huskily. "I love it as it is. You have no idea how much it turns me on. I just love the patterns your hair makes on your body."

I was extremely aroused by now, my thickened cock trapped between my thighs. I dropped my head to his groin and nuzzled his pubic hair. I inhaled the musky man scent of him and trembled with excitement. I sat up and ran my hands to his hips. I massaged them gently while I studied his semi-erect cock. The veins in it pulsed gently and a drop of pre-come oozed out of the tip and settled onto his pubic patch.

I lifted my hands over his genitals - I was saving them for last - and felt his thighs. The hair on his legs was finer and golden. His thigh muscles tensed under my hands as I ran them down to his knees. I shifted my position so that I could follow his legs down to his feet. Over his shins my hands slid until I reached the arches of his feet. I felt his toes, marveling at his slim bone structure, and the square-cut nails on them. I bent and kissed his feet and ran my tongue between his toes. He jumped slightly.

"Now that really tickles, but it's so sexy!" He said breathlessly. I rolled him onto his side so that I could get to his adorable little butterfly. His butt cheeks were white and covered with a fine dusting of golden hair. The butterfly shone brightly. I kissed it and then bit into his cheek gently. He jumped at the feel of my teeth and laughed. I released him and he reached back and held my head in place.

“No.” He whispered. “Bite me again, but harder.”
I bit down on his ass cheek again and he shuddered.
“Oh God.” He moaned. “That is so hot.”
I pulled away and rolled him back onto his back.
“You like to be bitten?” I asked softly.

“I don’t know . . maybe . . !” He sighed. “It’s the first time anyone has ever bitten me and it felt really good.”
I moved around and straddled his legs, sitting just above his knees, so that I could examine his cock and balls minutely.
"You tiger, you!" He sighed. "Just look at you!" He pointed at my throbbing cock which sprang up from between my thighs.

"And so wet!" He observed when he saw the dribble of pre-come that was running down my shaft onto my balls.
I leered. "Can't help it. You are so damn hot!"

His cock twitched and started stiffening slowly. I took his balls in my hand and massaged them gently, and watched fascinated as his cock jumped and hardened suddenly. It stood at an angle away from his body proudly, a vision in flesh and veins, the spongy head now darkened to a beautiful purplish-pink and the hole in the tip wider and pouting. The veins in his shaft pulsed rhythmically and another dollop of pre-come ran out of him. He dropped his head back, closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"Aaah! I love that . . don't stop . . !" He whispered. I rolled his balls around in my hand and savored the silky softness of them.
"Please don't stop!" He begged.

I didn't. I ran my hand up the length of his shaft. It was smooth and velvety to the touch. He thrust his pelvis into my hand, demanding more and I complied. I wrapped my fingers around his throbbing shaft and slowly pulled up. I watched as a spurt of pre-come ran out of his hole and dripped over my hand. I let go of his shaft and licked it off my fingers, it tasted sweet and slippery. My own cock was oozing steadily, pre-come running down it onto my balls.

I bent over and put my face down and nuzzled the soft creased skin of his balls and his thick pubic hair. The smell of him was intoxicating - a blend of soap and his natural musky, man-scent. He forced his thighs open slightly under me and I lifted my weight so that he could spread his knees apart. I knelt between his thighs and ran my tongue over his balls, savoring the musky taste. I bit his inner thigh gently and he shuddered with excitement.
“Yes . . !” He gasped. “I like it . . bite me . . !”

I did it again but a little harder and he writhed on the bed. I went back to his balls and flicked my tongue over them. They jumped in their soft sac and he shivered. I nipped at the creased skin with my teeth and he gasped.
“Oh God . . yes!” he breathed. “Don’t stop . . please don’t stop.” I nipped at his balls again and he moaned with delight.

I moved my mouth around his balls to the base of his cock and I nipped at it gently, and nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair. A pool of his pre-come had settled there and it smeared onto my face. Then I moved my mouth up to the ridge of his cock and licked off another large spurt of pre-come. He groaned loudly and thrust his pelvis up again, into my face. I pushed the tip of my tongue into the hole to get more of his pre-come. He reached down and tangled his hands in my hair. I took the head of his cock slowly into my mouth and ran my tongue around and under the wide ridge.

He bucked under me but I held on. I fondled his balls as I ran my open mouth down the side of his shaft and tongued the pulsing veins. I then took his cock into my mouth again, his shaft slid to the back of my throat, my nose buried itself in his pubic hair. Surprisingly, I didn't gag, maybe because I was completely relaxed and his pre-come was flowing freely.

He moaned, a long guttural animal sound, his hands gripped my head. I fondled his balls with one hand and reached up with the other to caress and pinch his nipples. I slowly moved my mouth up and down his cock, which was now incredibly hard and throbbed rhythmically. He gripped my head, ready to pull me off.

"I'm going to come!" He warned hoarsely, as he tried to pull me off him. “Davey, pull off!” He gasped. “I'm going to . . !”

Again, he tried to pull my head off him but I pushed his hands away and I forced my head down over his shaft again and held on. I gripped my own cock and pulled at it quickly. I was so turned on that with very little stimulation, I came all over my thigh with a moan of pleasure. My hips spasmed madly.

I held his balls in my hand and pulled them down gently. His cock stood upright as I slid my mouth up and down his shaft slowly. He groaned long and loud as his hips jerked uncontrollably and he came, the hot spurts of his man-juice hit the back of my throat. He tasted slightly salty with a hint of apricots. I swallowed it down, the hot semen warmed my throat. After he had finished unloading, I licked and sucked his still solid cock clean. He lay there gasping as I moved to lie next to him. I studied his face carefully and waited for his reaction. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at me, a small smile on his lips.

"That was unbelievable!" He breathed. "You are really good at that!"
"Good, because I want to do it to you as often as I can." I replied.
“Anytime, anywhere!” He grinned. “Something I will never object to.”
"You know that your come tastes a little like apricot."
"Apricot?" He laughed.

"Yep!" And I kissed him open mouthed so that he could taste himself.
"Hmm!" He murmured under my lips. He broke away. "You're right, sort of apricoty!"
Then he suddenly looked stricken.

"You haven't come yet. Let me . . " I stopped him.
"I did, don't worry! You were too far gone to notice." I said. "Look!"
I showed him the strings of my semen on my thigh.
"Trust me, I came!"

He sighed and pulled my head down onto his chest. I buried my face in his chest hair and nuzzled him.
"You really like that, don't you?" He whispered.
"You have no idea!" I said. "In my opinion, a man with a hairy chest and belly is a real man, and if I'm going to have a guy, I want one that is all man, just like you. I'm not interested in pretty smooth boys!"
"Well, I certainly don't fall into that category, thank God!" He laughed.
"You wouldn't be lying here next to me if you did."

"Thanks." He grinned. "So it's only my big hairy body that you're interested in, is it?"
"Well, one is always attracted to the wrapping first and let me tell you that you have a hell of a wrapping. The filling comes after and it's often not what you expect." I grinned.
"You have a point." He said seriously. "I must say that it was your wrapping that attracted me but I have to admit that the filling was pretty unpalatable at the time."
"Really?"

"Yep!" He laughed. "You were just another cheap, little rent-boy to me then remember, and I have a very real aversion to hustlers!"
"Right! You know, I was more upset about being called 'little' than being thought of as a hustler. Odd, isn't it?” I said.
“Yeah! You made me laugh that night when I groped you. You yelled at me that you weren't little and I found it so funny.” He chuckled. “As soon as I was around the corner, out of sight, I started laughing.”
“Yeah!” I said with a small laugh. “I collapsed into hysterical giggles after you'd gone. I couldn't believe that I'd actually said that. Who’d have thought that returning someone’s wallet would turn into a grope fest!”

He laughed.
“Well, I really did think that you were trying to hustle me.” He said with a laugh. “I felt a little bad when I realized that that wasn’t the case.”
“Yeah.” I grinned. “I have never been so surprised in my life. Here I am doing you a big favor and I get slammed up against a wall.”
“Well, I am sorry about that.” He said. “I just hated the fact that you were a two-bit hustler.”

“Right!” I said. “And you were a moody, egotistical, arrogant bastard!" I said. "Not to mention insulting and cold!"
"Thanks!" He laughed.
"You're welcome." I said. "It's true though. When I first saw you in that bar, you were sitting there, scowling and glaring at everyone. I certainly liked your wrapping, but I was very wary of the filling. Especially after you groped me up against the wall! That would have been so hot if I hadn't been so damned shocked and angry at you!"

"I have to admit that I sort of enjoyed it. Especially the feel of your stiffening cock under your jeans. I got quite turned on."
"Yeah, right!" I said. "The point is, you were pretty nasty."
"And now?" He asked.
"Well, the wrapping is way better than I expected, but the filling is certainly the best part, sweet and delicious!"
"Yeah, right!" He laughed. "And fruity, like apricots!"

"Not funny!" I said with a jab in his ribs. "I shouldn't have told you that!"
"Why not?" He said. "After all, if we can't be totally honest with each-other, then what's the point of having a relationship."
"You're right." I said seriously. "And that's how I want it to be with us, no secrets, okay?"
"Deal!" He said.

We lay in silence for a while. Then he moved my head off his chest and rolled onto his side so that we were lying very close, face to face.
"Davey," He whispered. "I want us to get into the habit of talking to each-other, like we are now, about anything and everything. No secrets, no awkwardness. In the last few minutes, I've learned so much about you, and I really like that. Eventually, I want to know everything about you, your family, your friends, what you like, what you hate, what you're afraid of, what turns you on, everything. And I hope that you would want the same from me."

"Oh I do, I really do!" I said. "There's so much that I don't know about you."
"Okay." He smiled. "Like what? Now’s as good a time as any.”
I thought about it for a minute.
"Well." I began. "For example, you and Gary have both mentioned that you've been hurt pretty bad, and I would really like to know what happened."

His face grew serious, his green eyes darkened and I could see that it was a sore point.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I should never have brought it up. It's okay, you really don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
"No no, it's not that. It's not something I like to talk about much, but I think you should know about it." He said. "I was just trying to figure out where to begin."

He lay in thought for a couple of minutes and then sat up. He turned himself to face me and sat cross-legged. I had a wonderful view of his cock and balls hanging down between his parted hairy thighs.
"Stay like that." I said. "I like the view!"
He glanced down at himself and smiled at me wickedly.
"I thought so!" He said. "I'm just a big hairy cock and balls to you."

I thumped him on the shoulder. "You know that's not true." I said. "Like I said. The big sexy, hairy wrapping is great and I love it, but the sweet, romantic filling is the best."
He laughed.
"Right!" He said. "Your wrapping is terrific too, not to mention your package, and I've got a bird's eye view." He was right, in his sitting position, he looked straight down onto my fully exposed body.
"Alright, I'm ready now. Tell me." I grinned.

"Okay, here goes!" He started. "About eight years ago, I met and fell in love with a guy three years older than me. You must bear in mind that I was only twenty-two. I was young and naive and had just come to terms with my homosexuality. His name was Carter, and I fell for him hook, line and sinker. He claimed to love me and I believed him, but being the young innocent I was, I never saw what kind of a guy he really was. As it turned out, he was a poser and a user. He used people to his advantage, although I have no idea what he wanted from me. I was probably just a distraction until he found someone else to move on to. Anyway, going on. Something else you need to know about me is that I have three brothers."

"Three!" I exclaimed. "Wow! Are they all as great looking as you?"
"Yeah!" He smiled. "I guess they are, I never really noticed. One hardly looks at one’s brothers with sex in mind. I can tell you that we're all blond and we all have my mother's eyes."
"The same incredible green eyes?"
"Oh yeah!" He said. “Only Malachi's and Kevin's are slightly darker."
"Gorgeous!" I remarked. "Go on."

"Okay! So, my brothers. Well, there's Malachi, who is thirty-three; then me, Leroy at thirty . . !”
“Leroy?” I broke in. “Your name is Leroy? I always thought it was just Lee.”
“Unfortunately no, it’s Leroy and don't you ever call me that, I hate it! Moving on; Kevin is next at twenty-nine and finally Jackson, who is twenty-six. As you can tell, Kevin and I are very close in age, just a year apart. As kids, we were inseparable, almost like twins. We went everywhere together, did everything together, we even look alike. We did architecture at college together and we had plans of opening our own partnership.”
“You're names.” I said. “J, K, L and M.”

“You actually picked that up? Not many do.” He grinned. “My father's idea. He started in the middle of the alphabet. The boys he started naming from M backwards to A. Any girls were going to be from N to Z.”
“He obviously had high hopes, didn't he?”
“Yeah!” He said. “But my mother called it quits after the fourth boy. She told my father that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life pregnant.”
“I don't blame her.” I said. “Go on.”

“Anyway, at the start of my second year at college, about a month or so before I met Carter, I told my family that I was gay.” He continued. “My father was a little disappointed, but, being a pretty free thinking man, he took it in his stride. About a week later, Kevin came out, closely followed by Jackson."
"What?" I asked, amazed. "All three of you are gay?"

"Oh yeah!" He laughed. "It's pretty common, I believe for brothers to have the same sexual orientation."
"I didn't know that." I said. "Go on, this is pretty interesting."

"Anyway, they had taken note of my father's reaction to my news and because he was pretty okay with it, they thought he'd take their news in the same way. Well, he did, sort of. He was a little dismayed that three of us were gay, but it didn't faze him much. I remember him turning to Malachi just after Jackson came out, and saying, "So, Malachi, when are you coming out?" Malachi told him very firmly that he was definitely heterosexual, and my father said, "Well, I guess one out of four ain't bad odds!” The funny thing is that Malachi was more upset about the whole gay thing than my parents.

I mean, finding out that all of your brothers bat for the other team must have been a little traumatic for him. Until he found out that being gay was pretty fashionable, and having gay friends or relatives was ultra-cool. Then he would parade us around like show dogs. "This is my brother Kevin, or Lee, whatever!" he would say and then add proudly, "He's gay!" Thank God it didn't last too long."

"I like the sound of your father, he sounds really cool!" I said.

"Oh he was, very. I adored him. My mother as well. Having brought up four raucous sons, nothing ever threw her. She just calmly told us all that she didn't care what we were, we were all still her baby boys. Anyway, after my first year at college, Kevin joined me and we roomed together. We had a lot of fun, the two of us. That's when I met Carter. He was pretty cute, but more importantly, he said he was crazy about me. He was my first gay lover and being the naive idiot I was, I fell madly in love with him. Well, the crux of it all is that about four or five months later, I caught him in bed with another guy."

"Oh, damn!" I said.
"Yeah, my sentiments exactly. What really destroyed me though, was that the other guy was Kevin!"
"Oh God!" I said. "That must of been really horrible!"
"Yeah, it was. As you can guess, there was a God-awful row and we all split up. I was wrecked. I was pretty hurt over the fact that Carter had cheated on me but it really killed me that my own brother had done it."
"I'm so sorry, Lee." I whispered.

"Thanks!" He said. "Since then, I’ve not allowed myself to get too involved with anybody. Until now."
"I'm honored!"
"I haven't seen or heard from Carter since and you know the really sad thing is that I haven't seen or spoken to Kevin since then either."
"Oh Lee!" I said. "I don't know what to say."

"It's okay. It took me a while to get over it and I did, eventually. But I haven't been able to forgive Kevin. I don't know how to because I think I've left it for too long. He betrayed me in the worst possible way and what made it really painful was that he knew that I was absolutely crazy about Carter."
I was silent while I digested this.
"So, there you have it!" Lee smiled. "Not only the story of my tragic love life, but a family history as well."
"I would love to meet your family." I said.

"Oh, I'm sure you will sooner or later. Except maybe for Kevin of course, we don't talk to each-other. Malachi keeps me up to date with what's going on with him. Maybe one day I can find a way to forgive him."
"So where are they all now, your family."

"Jackson is just finishing up his studies at university. Malachi's a surgeon and lives on the other side of town. He's still a bachelor, much to my mother's distress. She would have loved some grand-children and Malachi was her only hope seeing that the rest of us were unlikely to have any. Unfortunately, she died three years ago, so her dream of grand-children was never realized. My father died six years ago of cancer. Kevin is on the east coast somewhere. He works for some big architectural company which builds concrete and glass monstrosities. And me, well, I'm right here beside the man I love, who's now going to tell me about who he is!"

"Okay!" I said. "But I'm not as interesting as you."
"Doesn't matter. I still want to hear it."
"Right. Let's see, I'm an only child, twenty-nine now and pretty self sufficient, I think. My parents? Well, my father was a dental surgeon, hence my super white smile." I grinned broadly.

"He was very particular about my dental hygiene. He used to show me awful pictures of dreadfully diseased gums and teeth when I was a child and he'd say, "You could look like this if you don't take good care of your teeth!" It scared the hell out of me, and I'd have horrible nightmares. I think I spent more time in his dentist's chair at his surgery than I did at home. My mother was an interior decorator of the worst possible kind.

She was into ethnic decor and modern art and would import horrible pieces of art and accessories from all over the world. Surprisingly, she actually did very well. I guess her idea of chic decor was very fashionable then. Our house was always cluttered with the oddest of things, like Eskimo papooses, badly made bits of obscure furniture and stuffed animal heads on boards. Her taste was bizarre. I think she hadn't quite moved out of the sixties."
"She sounds like a lot of fun." Lee said. "Your father on the other hand is a bit dour, I should think."

"He was, but my mother had a way of lightening him up. They were great together. I think they balanced each-other out. When I was about twenty, I told my parents that I was gay. My mother, being pretty bohemian, was thrilled. She delighted in it and dragged me to deco expositions and seminars so that she could flaunt me. It was quite a lot of fun and I got to meet some really interesting people. My father just resigned himself to the fact that I was gay and I think he was a little disappointed at how I'd turned out, but he just lived with it. Anyway, as I said, I was the only child and I always wanted a brother. Then I met Danny on my very first day of school and we've been best friends since. He's like the brother I never had and he felt the same because he is also an only child."

"Yes. I can see you're very close to him. That's what confused me so much when I first met you. I really thought you two were lovers."

"I know, people always make that mistake. Like you and Kevin, we were inseparable. We still are to a certain extent. Anyway, I studied journalism and photography at college, while Danny studied fine art. My first job was as a copywriter at a newspaper company. I hated it because photography had become my passion. I switched jobs and became a freelance photographer. Then my parents were killed in a motor accident when I was twenty-three.

I was devastated but thanks to Danny, I got through it. When I turned twenty-five I inherited some property and money that my parents had left in trust for me. The building that is now The Gallery was one of the buildings I inherited. I also got a house which I sold straight away. I used the money from that sale to open The Gallery. I have another piece of empty land and still a fairly substantial bank account."
"Aha!" Lee smirked. "So I've married property. How nice!"

I was silent for a minute.
"Married?" I whispered.
He looked at me with a small smile.
"Yes!" He said softly. “Do you want to be? I’m asking you now.”
"I like the sound of that!" I said. "I do."

"There you go, you just confirmed it with that 'I do'!" He said. "Good, because like it or not, I'm married to you now, in spirit if not on paper anyway. Get on with your story."
"Okay!" I said. "But make a mental note, we're coming back to this topic sometime."
"Sure! Go on."
"My love life? Not that much to tell, really. Danny and I tried a romantic relationship about three or four years ago, but it didn't last long. It just felt a little weird, almost like incest, if you know what I mean."
"Indeed!" He quipped. "Yuk!"

"Exactly! Yuk!" I smiled. "Otherwise, there's really been no-one else. I've just been too caught up in my work, I guess."
"I can't believe that at twenty-nine, that's the extent of your sex life"
"You really don't want all the sordid details do you?" I asked.
"But I do." He said. "I told you, I want to know every little horny detail, no matter how sordid!"

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but apart from Danny, there has been only a few one night stands that's all. After a while though, I found that it just wasn't worth the effort anymore. I guess I was just waiting for that special someone to come along and thank God, he finally did." I kissed him on the tip of his nose.
I looked into his eyes and I knew that it was true, he was definitely that special someone.

"By the way," I said. "You are way too experienced to have had just one lover. Surely there must have been others?"
"Not really no." He smiled. "Like you, just one night stands now and then. I just think about what I would like and enjoy, and I use that. Love comes naturally and I just run on instinct when it comes to sex."
"I never thought of it like that, good point." I said.
"Okay!" He smiled. "So that's it, is it?"

I smiled secretly to myself.
"Oh oh!" He laughed. "There is more! I knew it. No-one can do what you can do with that mouth of yours and have so little experience. Come on, give it up."
"Okay!" I said. "I'll tell you, although there's no 'horny details', as you put it. There was this one guy, not too long ago but don't get too excited because we never had sex. He was awfully cute and ever so romantic though. I really, really liked him a lot and would have gone to bed with him if I’d had the chance. He was very sexy and knew how to really treat a guy well."

"I'm intrigued!" He said. "So give!"
"Okay. I remember this one night we spent together that I'll never forget. He picked me up and we spent the night on a beach. It was fantastic."
"Go on!"
"Nothing much really happened actually. It didn't last very long. I really liked his motorbike though!”
Lee raised his eyebrows.

“He rides a motorbike?”
“Oh yes! He's got a really awesome motorbike and as you know, I have this thing for guys on bikes." I replied.
"What does he have, a Harley?”
"Couldn't say. I never really looked at it that close. It was black though, all black and chrome with red flames on the petrol tank."
"Sounds like my . . !" He stopped, realization hitting him. "You devil, you. It is my bike. You're talking about me!"

"Actually no!" I grinned. "I'm talking about the incredibly sexy guy who smelled of aftershave and leather. Who held me close to him and never even tried to move in on me, which was so refreshing. I'm talking about the guy who quoted poetry and showed me the most incredible thing I've ever seen, the guy who made me hold him tight around his waist when we were speeding along the highway. The guy who, without even realizing it, oozed buckets of romance and sex appeal. Who wouldn't tell me his name, even when I asked him. I'm talking about the guy who made me forget my heart-ache and longing for you, if only for a short time. I'm not talking about you. You came afterwards."

He smiled and bent to kiss me.
"I think that if we search around really hard, we just might find him again for you. How's that?"
"Oh I'd like that very much." I sighed.

We talked on into the night. He told me of his experience with Toby, the hustler. He explained that that was why he couldn't stand 'rent-boys' as he called them and hence his extreme aversion to me when we first met. I did not tell him that I already knew the story, a little secret that I would keep to myself forever. I told him about my promise to Danny's mother before she died. She was a single parent and had developed cancer when Danny was just twenty. She asked me to take care of him after she'd gone because she was terrified that he'd be completely lost without her. I promised her that I would and after she died two years later, I took Danny under my wing. I have kept my promise to her so far.

We got back on to the subject of marriage and we discussed it at length and what it meant to both of us and later as we lay together, touching and stroking each-other, we drifted off to sleep.