"Well, Ray…" Ben looked across at
his partner and licked his bottom lip rather nervously. Ray
seemed very preoccupied since they'd reached Chicago. "Would you…
ah, would you care for some coffee?"
Ray looked at him, his face inscrutable. "Sure. Why
not?"
It wasn't exactly the whole-hearted response Ben had hoped for,
but it was better than nothing he supposed. They got out of the
Riv and walked in silence into his apartment building and up the
stairway. Ben began to wish that they'd stayed in the cabin. But
with another storm brewing, it had been too risky. Their food
stocks had been getting low, and might not have lasted out
another storm-induced incarceration.
Once inside the apartment, Ray moved to the kitchen counter.
"I'll get the coffee while you unpack."
Ben hesitated. Was this just a kind offer, or was Ray making some sort
of statement that their holiday was now over, and that what
had occurred during that holiday was to be forgotten? The
question of what Ray wanted now had been nagging at him all the
way back from Canada, and he was no nearer an answer now than he
had ever been.
"All right, Ray. Thank you." It didn't take long to
unpack, far less time than it would take Ray, a perfectionist in
these matters, to make the coffee. Ben made a desperate decision
and plunged into his closet.
When he emerged again, Ray was just pouring the coffee. He
glanced across at Ben and froze, his jaw dropping. There was a
long silence while Ray carefully placed the coffee pot on the
counter. Ben shivered. The apartment was unheated, of course, and he
was naked; but that wasn't why he was shivering.
Ray finally let go of the coffee pot and turned towards him. One
step, and his hands rose to tug at his sweater. By the fourth
step his sweater and undershirt were tossed unceremoniously
aside. He kicked off his Italian leather shoes. The next few
steps were hopped, rather unsteadily, as he pulled off first one
sock and then the other.
That put him in arm's reach, and Ben grabbed him, pulled him
around and pressed him back against the wall, holding him in
place with his own body. Ray's skin seared him. Ray mouth
welcomed him with unspeakable delights.
He thought he heard a popping noise when their lips finally
parted. Ray sagged a little. "Oh God, Benny, I was so scared you
wouldn't…"
Ben halted his own rather incoherent speech to interrupt Ray's.
"You were? I was afraid…" They stared at each
other in bemusement.
"Why didn't you say something?" They both spoke
at the same time.
Ray grabbed his ears and pulled him closer. "Oh Hell, why
waste time talking?"
It seemed like an entirely reasonable question to Ben, but he
didn't bother to try to answer it. Instead he applied himself to
pleasuring his lover in the ways he'd learned Ray loved the best. Of
course, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself too. He
buried his face in the fine, slightly coarse hair on Ray's chest
and breathed in his scent, before turning his attention to Ray's
beautifully sensitive nipples.
A shudder conveyed Ray's appreciation, and Ben sucked a little
harder, arousal spurring him to greater urgency. Instead of
lingering as he might have done at another time, Ben made his way hastily
down Ray's chest until he reached the top of his lover's
jeans. He paused a moment, his chest tight with excitement, then
dropped to his knees.
Somehow, he didn't think that Ray was any less excited. Not if
that bulge in his jeans was any indication. Ben unfastened the
jeans with trembling fingers and dragged them and Ray's shorts
down to his knees in one quick movement. He stared, entranced, at Ray's
cock, hovering fully erect in front of his face.
So beautiful. Ben moaned softly and touched it with one reverent
fingertip. It twitched and Ben felt his heart leap. He could
spend hours just looking at it, but Ray's voice, demanding to
know if he was actually going to do anything, distracted
him. He kissed the wet, swollen cockhead gently. It always seemed so
bare and vulnerable to him.
He kissed it again. He sucked it. He even, greatly daring,
nibbled at the ridge of tissue that defined the sensitive tip. He ran
his tongue over it and took it back into the protection of
his mouth. Ray moaned his appreciation and made tiny thrusting
movements.
It was always difficult to release Ray's cock from his mouth. If
only it didn't look so naked. But release it, he did. And then he stood,
taking Ray into his arms for a long kiss. That's when the
idea occurred to him.
"Ray?" The word barely made it out of his mouth. He
swallowed and started again. "Ray? Close your eyes,
Ray."
Ray groaned. "What are you going to do now,
Benny?" But he closed his eyes obediently, with a sigh.
It was going to be a little tricky, but Ben thought he could do
it. He looked down at his own cock, every bit as aroused as
Ray's. It should work. Carefully, he drew the foreskin back and
swayed a little closer to Ray. Then he took Ray's cock in his
hand, unable to resist giving it a little extra caress.
"Now, keep your eyes closed, Ray." He waited for Ray's
nod, then pressed his cockhead against Ray's. They were both
slippery with pre-ejaculate, but that was probably just as well.
Slowly he drew the foreskin forward again, stretching it a little so
that it covered the tip of Ray's cock too.
"God, Benny! What are you doing?"
"Shh. Keep still, Ray." He managed to draw it a little
further over Ray's cockhead, almost to the ridge. It was a
strange sight, but one that made his heart contract painfully and his
groin ache with need. He wouldn't be able to do this for very long, he
realised. "You can look now, Ray."
Ray's eyes opened, and dropped immediately to look down between
their bodies. His breath was drawn in sharply. He didn't seem to
be upset. Ben leaned towards him and kissed his cheek. "This is
what it feels like, Ray."
He began to move his foreskin, sliding it carefully back and
forth across Ray's cockhead. Ray moaned deliriously, leaning back against
the wall as though it was his only means of remaining
upright. They stood in complete silence, apart from their
strained breathing, as Ben continued. Ray slipped an arm around
Ben's waist and turned his head to press their cheeks closer
together. His breath flowed softly over Ben's cheek.
Eventually the sensations grew too strong for both of them. Ben
began to shake. "Ray… I can't… I have
to…" Reluctantly, Ben drew away and their cocks sprang
free.
Ray was clutching at the wall. He sagged at the knees a
little. "Benny? Oh God… I'm gonna die… if you
don't do something right now, I'm gonna die…"
Somehow Ben doubted that, but he wasn't prepared to take a chance on
it. Summoning all his self-control, he managed to sweep an
astonished Ray off his feet and carry him to the bed. That way,
he could carry out CPR if it became necessary.
It wasn't. Ray lifted his head and croaked out an unintelligible
query, but he was obviously recovering satisfactorily. Reassured
on that point, Ben dropped onto the bed, facing the opposite
direction from Ray and buried his face in Ray's decidedly sweaty
groin.
Now he could do what he most wanted, which was to lavish all the
love and attention on it that Ray's cock deserved. The sight of
it, hard and eager, as it was now, or soft and vulnerable in its
nest of dark curls when Ray was sleeping, never failed to arouse
a kind of helpless tenderness in him. It was as long and slender
and elegant as Ray himself. As rich in texture and taste. As
complex in its many moods and its unique beauty.
He caressed it lightly with the flat of his tongue, moving with
deliberate lack of haste from base to tip. He followed the
gnarled looking veins around the circumference of the shaft,
tracing the outline of them with the tip of his tongue. Lifting
the hard length of it in his hand, Ben began a careful
stimulation, using just the tips of his fingers and thumb to
slide the slightly loose skin over the hard muscle beneath in
short, rapid strokes. Then he took the cockhead into his mouth
again at last.
Soon, Ray's moans reached a crescendo and Ben had to surrender
the cock unwillingly. He tightened his grip around it and pumped
it hard. Ray's body surged up into his grasp, his belly
contracting with a sharp intake of breath. Then the thick, pearly stream
of ejaculate jetted fiercely from the swollen slit,
spattering them both with its heat and Ray collapsed into a limp
and apparently lifeless heap.
That didn't bother Ben at all. He was free now to return to his
own particular idolatry. He cupped the heavy, gradually softening cock
in his hand and continued to caress it with his tongue,
carefully avoiding the cockhead, which would be far too sensitive now.
A soft moan signalled the start of Ray's recovery.
When Ray's head lifted off the pillow, Ben smiled at him.
"Well, Ray? Did you like having a foreskin?"
"Oh yeah… you can do that again, anytime, Benny."
Now that was definitely a pleasing thought. He smiled
again, his heart and cock pounding to the same sweet, powerful
rhythm.
Ray let his head drop back, and turn towards Ben's thigh. He
swore softly under his breath. "Benny, why didn't you tell
me you hadn't come?"
"Well, you were, uh, a bit distracted, Ray. It's all
right… though I would appreciate…" He
didn't have to finish the sentence. His cock was taken firmly in
hand and sucked with enthusiasm.
It didn't stop there, although Ben was so close to the edge, he
was hardly aware of what Ray was doing. Until he felt his
foreskin being carefully retracted so Ray could suck cautiously
at his cockhead. Someone was making whimpering noises. Then his
foreskin was released, and Ray's tongue probed delicately beneath it.
Ray really was getting quite good at this, Ben thought, and
then the world dissolved around him.
*
He was lying in a messy tangle of sheets, arms and legs, quite
unlike his normally well ordered sleeping arrangements. Not that
it really mattered. He certainly wouldn't forgo the pleasures of
sleeping, and making love, with Ray just for the sake of
tidiness. That would be ridiculous.
It was amazing what a man could learn about making love with
another man, using no more than a bit of common sense and a lot
of enthusiasm and practice. Ben smiled at the memories of all
that they'd discovered together; and all the enticing
possibilities that danced seductively in his thoughts.
Beside him Ray stirred and yawned noisily. He turned his head and gave
his lover a long wake up kiss. And then another, just to be
sure.
Ray smiled complacently at him. "So, Benny, I guess this
means you're OK with us still being lovers in Chicago?"
"Very much so, Ray." Just to emphasise the point, he
slid his hand over Ray's bare flank and caressed it
affectionately. Ray had such elegant buttocks, and it was just
beginning to occur to him that there might be equal delights to
be found in Ray's, um, rear elevation too...
"Mmm…" Ray stretched and rubbed against him like a long,
lean cat. "Guess it doesn't get any better than this,
huh, Benny?"
For a moment he was disconcerted, having just thought of
something new that he very much wanted to try. But then he
relaxed again. Ray was sure to like this… He smiled
brilliantly at his lover. "Well, Ray…"