took a minute for him to regain his balance, but by that time Kadin’s pants were off and
his huge penis was hanging semi-erect between his legs. He grabbed his cock, shook it in
Gregory’s direction a few times and said, “Last one in has to swallow
this
.” Gregory was standing by then, kicking off his shoes. He still wasn’t completely
nude, but the front of his pale blue boxer shorts stuck out like a tent with his full erection.
He looked down between Kadin’s dark, hairy legs and licked his lips. Then he pulled off
his boxers and extended his arm to the creek. “After you,” he said, “because we both
know who is going to swallow that big thing.”
When they were both in the water, Kadin kissed him on the mouth. There was no
mistaking who was the dominant and who was the submissive, and so the sex between
them was always easy and stunning. Kadin had never been much of a kisser, but with
Gregory it was the best thing about sex. His mouth tasted sweet; his soft, full lips felt like
little satin pillow cushions. When he stuck his tongue inside his mouth and rolled it
around in circles, the head of Kadin’s dick doubled in size. It was a weird feeling. He
wanted to cover Gregory with his arms and protect him forever. But at the same time, he
wanted to slap the sides of his face with his dick as hard as he could and then fuck him
until he couldn’t walk.
Gregory put his arms around Kadin’s shoulders and jumped up so he could wrap
his legs around his waist. Kadin placed his palms on Gregory’s ass and pushed him up
higher. Gregory’s head went back while he licked his neck, then bit down hard and
started to suck his soft skin. The sensation made Gregory’s eyes flutter; his mouth fell
open and his toes curled behind Kadin’s back. A few minutes later, he pressed his palm to
the back of Kadin’s head and said, “Start jerking off now, then tell me when you’re close
to coming.”
Kadin grabbed his dick with his right hand and started jerking off in the water
while they kissed. He wrapped it around the wide shaft, with his thumb sticking up—it was a habit of his—and kissed Gregory on the mouth at the same time. Gregory’s legs
were still wrapped around his waist and now Kadin had two fingers up his hole,
massaging his prostate. He jerked off and kissed his handsome face, with his tongue
exploring his entire mouth, stopping every so often to suck Gregory’s tongue. And when
Gregory reciprocated and sucked his tongue, Kadin’s balls tightened and he felt the
beginning of a strong climax. So he slowed down and said, “I’m getting close.”
“Pull your fingers out now,” Gregory said, “I’m going underwater so I can do
something else I think you’ll really like.”
He smiled and removed his fingers, then Gregory lowered both legs and slid down
his body. They weren’t in deep; the water rose above Kadin’s waist. Gregory took a long,
deep breath, closed his eyes and disappeared under the water. He went down on his knees
to the sandy basin and pressed his palms on Kadin’s thighs. The next thing Kadin felt
were his warm, tender lips sucking the head of his dick. Gregory took his entire cock to
the back of his throat and sucked hard, pressing his tongue against the shaft with a
sustained, powerful rhythm. His head went back and forth, and Kadin could see the
ripples he was creating on the water’s surface.
A minute later, he came up for air. He shook his head and opened his eyes. “Jerk
off now while I suck,” he said. Then he took another deep breath and went under again.
When he wrapped his lips around the head this time, Kadin held his dick and
jerked off into Gregory’s soft mouth. He was so excited, it didn’t take long. He jerked
fast; his thumb kept hitting Gregory’s cheekbone. His balls tightened. It took all of ten
seconds for him to deposit a full load down Gregory’s throat. The orgasm was so intense,
his legs wobbled and his toes gripped the sand. His gasped through his wide-open mouth and his head jerked back in spasms. Then Gregory pushed his hand away and took
Kadin’s dick to the back of his throat to make sure he’d drained every last drop. He
sucked hard for a few seconds, and rose to the surface again for air. Then he shook his
head and took a few deep breaths. “Wow,” he said, “that was really intense.”
Kadin reached down to help him to his feet. When he was standing, he pressed his
palms to the small of his back, pulled him closer, and kissed him again. Gregory’s chest
was still heaving and he had to breathe through his nose. His mouth was saltier than usual,
but not because of the water. Kadin knew he was tasting a combination of their love: his
own come mixed with Gregory’s sweet saliva.
Kadin slapped his ass and said, “That was outrageous. I think my heart stopped
when you were under the water.”
Gregory lifted his eyes and said, “I thought you’d like it.” He rested his head on
Kadin’s chest and licked his nipple. “It’s getting late now. You have to get me home.”
They dressed fast and ran back to the car. When Kadin looked at his watch, he
frowned. It was almost one o’clock in the morning and he should have had him home by
eleven. He’d been so careful all summer to get him home early, but they’d lost track of
time. And in those days, a thirty-year-old man divorced with three children had to be
extra careful not to arouse suspicion when he was sneaking around with a twenty-year
old guy. But Gregory didn’t seem worried at all. He sat in the middle of the front seat
until they reached the city limits, a contented smile on his face and his head on Kadin’s
shoulder, holding his balls in his palm the entire time.
When they pulled up to Miles’s house in town, all the lights were on and
Gregory’s father and mother were waiting outside the door. The house had a large, semicircular portico, with two built-in benches on either side of a solid mahogany door. They
were both sitting on the left bench, facing the driveway so they could see who was
driving up to the house. When the car came to a stop, Gregory’s father stood and put his
hands in his pockets. His mother sat there, with her arms folded across her chest and her
lips clenched.
“I wonder why they are outside this late at night,” Gregory said. His clothes were
still damp, his lips were still puffy from sucking Kadin’s dick, and his hair was a mess.
But more than that, when he turned to open the door and the interior lights went on, there
was a huge purple-and-red love bite on his soft neck. It was too high to cover with a
collar, and it was impossible to miss.
Kadin’s stomach jumped and his head felt fuzzy. “I’d better get out with you this
time,” he said. “I’ll make something up fast, because they don’t look very happy about
this.” He knew they suspected something, and he knew he had to say something clever.
He got out of the car and smiled at Gregory’s mother and father. His clothes were
still damp and his hair was just as messy. “It’s my entire fault he’s back so late,” Kadin
said. “I had a little trouble with my boat and Gregory gave me a hand tonight. I’m really
sorry. We lost track of time, is all.” His smile was too forced and his voice rose with a
fake lilt. Evidently, Kadin’s good looks and smooth charm wouldn’t work this time.
The mother stood and glared at him. She knew he was lying. “You’d better get
into the house, Gregory,” she said. When she noticed the love bite on his neck, her eyes
bugged and she pressed her fingers to her lips.
Gregory opened his mouth to speak, but his father cut him off and said, “Do as
your mother says.” If he saw the love bite, he didn’t react. Gregory looked at Kadin and spread his arms out wide. He wasn’t smiling
anymore. His eyebrows were furrowed and he shook his head in disbelief. Kadin wasn’t
sure how he was going to react. So he just smiled and said, “Do as your mother says,
Gregory. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” He wanted things to remain calm. He wanted to
show them he wasn’t as bad as they thought he was.
Gregory slammed the car door shut and stomped up the stairs. He crossed past his
mother and father with his head down and pushed the front door open. He slammed it so
hard, his mother jumped forward and pressed her palm to her throat.
When he was inside the house, Kadin smiled again and said, “I’m really sorry. It
was entirely my fault.” Then he bit the inside of his mouth and prayed they’d believe him.
Gregory’s father was staring at the floor. He took a deep breath and frowned; his
hands were still in his pockets. “I think it’s best if Gregory stopped working for you.” He
didn’t give a reason, and he didn’t look Kadin in the eye.
Kadin’s heart beat faster and he couldn’t catch his breath. He was about to ask
why when the front door swung open and Gregory shouted, “This is ridiculous. I’m still
going to work for him. I’m even thinking of moving down here permanently.” His face
was flushed and there were tears rolling down his cheeks.
His mother tried to put her arm around her son, but he jumped back and threw his
hands in the air. “It’s not Kadin’s fault. He’s only trying to cover for me. It’s
my
fault I’m
late.” He was sobbing by then. His chest was heaving and his shoulders were jerking up
and down. He tried hard to stop, wiping tears from his face. But he couldn’t.
His father said, “Son, let’s go inside now and put an end to all this. We’re all
tired.” He reached out to touch his shoulders, and Gregory backed away and ran into the house. This time he didn’t slam the front door. They could hear his footsteps on the
staircase, then an upstairs door slammed shut.
Gregory’s mother went inside with her head down, and his father finally looked
Kadin in the eye for the first time and said, “I think you should leave now.”
Chapter Four
“That poor boy,” Gregory said. “He should have tried to cover up the love bite.
And that poor Kadin fellow. I wasn’t sure I liked him at first, but I think I do now. He
sounds very decent.”
Kadin smiled. “Gregory didn’t even realize the love bite was there. He couldn’t
see it.”
They were outside that morning, sitting next to the rose garden on the grounds of
the nursing home. It was still warm for that time of year, and Kadin wanted to take
advantage of it. Gregory always seemed more responsive outside, away from the
wheelchairs and the smell of antiseptic and the noises of the other patients. “Besides,” he
added, “the parents already suspected something was going on between them. They just
didn’t want to mention it aloud. The love bite only confirmed their suspicions.”
“Ah, well,” Gregory said. He stared at his sleeve, fascinated by a ladybug
crawling up his arm.
One of the nurses came up from behind, tapped Kadin on the shoulder, and said,
“Dr. Stern is ready to see you now to talk about the PSA test.” She reached down and
took Gregory’s hand. “I’ll take you inside, sweetie, and you can work on your drawings
while you wait for your friend.”
Gregory crinkled his eyebrows and tilted his head. “My drawings? Do I know
how to draw?”
“Of course you do,” Kadin said, “You’re an architect. You’re the best there is.”
Then he gave the nurse a look and stood. He knew she was taking Gregory into the sunroom, where he would sit with a child’s coloring book and a pack of crayons. As he
turned to leave, Kadin tapped him on the shoulder and said, “I’ll be back this afternoon
and I’ll read more of the story to you.”
Gregory gave him a blank smile and flicked the ladybug off of his arm. “I’d like
that.”
Kadin shuffled into the building slowly, smiling at familiar faces he passed on his
way to Dr. Stern’s office. He could still get around without a cane in spite of the minor
heart attack he’d had earlier that year. And the two knee replacements had been
successful. If he watched his sugar intake and kept his weight down, the diabetes wasn’t a
problem either. He was holding his own, and he was proud of it.
When he walked into the doctor’s office, the nurse told him to go into the
examining room. The one good thing about the nursing home was that he didn’t have to
sit for hours in a doctor’s waiting room like everyone else.
When Dr. Stern stepped into the room, his head was down and he was reading the
results of Kadin’s latest PSA test. He was a good-looking young man in his mid-thirties,
tall and lanky, with a full head of wavy black hair that had specks of white. He looked
like the kind of guy who rode an expensive bicycle on weekends, with tight shorts, a huge
