I started this story a long time ago, hitting a block and not knowing which way to go, changing directions a few times before going back to my original idea. I think it works and I hope you agree. Please don’t take it as an essay on the values of marriage or the lack thereof, it’s simply a vehicle I used to create the story, and remember, this is a work of fiction.
Also, there is a reference to another of my works in here, who knows, maybe Chris and Ray will go for a ride with Vicki and Vick one day
Oh yeah, standard disclaimer, all people having sex are over eighteen, yada, yada, yada…
Enjoy the story and please leave me a comment when you’re done, hearing what you think of my creations is what keeps me going.
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I hated weddings, renting a tux, all the standing around, the rehearsals and then the reception where a bunch of people that didn’t honestly even like each other pretend to be excited about becoming a ‘big happy family’, it was just all so fake. Not to mention the fawning over someone you barely knew, pretending to be excited as two people sold their souls to each other for something that was in all probability going to crash and burn in the not-too-distant future. Yeah, I’m a cynic and a bit of a jerk, so sue me.
But Ashley was a bridesmaid and as her loyal boyfriend, I did my duty and tagged along, mostly because she was beautiful and a beast in the sack and I knew she would make it up to me, letting me explore the glorious curves and valleys of her amazing body, doing anything I wanted, because she wanted it more.
To be fair, I had earned my cynicism the hard way, watching as my parents’ marriage dissolved into a bitter divorce only to be followed by a series of stepmothers and stepfathers and then watching my older brother follow right along with what our parents had taught us; he was on wife number four. I promised myself I would never fall into that trap, never, and so far, I had been true to that pledge.
Ashley was my latest in a long string of girlfriends, most of whom had lasted less than a year, she was on year two, but I had been up front about the lack of any chance at marriage and she seemed ok with that, I bought her nice things and took her to nice restaurants and on expensive vacations and she fucked my brains out, it worked for us.
Ray and I sat toward the back of the church as the wedding party worked through the instructions the pastor was giving, who stood where and when, all the standard stuff, he looked as bored by the whole thing as I was. His date was also a bridesmaid, and we were quietly commiserating the price we were paying for sex; “A hooker would have been a lot cheaper,” he quipped.
“And a lot less trouble,” we both laughed a little too loud which got us unwanted attention from the bride and her mother.
Throughout the rest of the weekend, we continued our ongoing joke about how expensive the sex was, never really talking about much else. When Ashley and I got home, he faded into a long list of other people I had met and never thought of again.
The ultimate cost of the wedding was what it did to Ashley and her proverbial ‘clock’, now she wanted something I wasn’t going to give her, we lasted about three months before I caught her screwing a guy she worked with, we broke up, they got married, eight months later, she popped out number one. She hadn’t waisted any time. Good for her, I hoped she was one of the lucky ones, but I doubted they even existed.
Sara was followed by Rebecca, then Sammy, Sarah with an ‘h’, and Julie, Julie had unique talent that almost got me to reconsider my stance on marriage, what she could do with her mouth and the way she craved it was almost too much. I was sitting under the cabana bar waiting for her to get back from the ladies’ room, watching a young couple proclaim their never-ending love for one another on a beach in Fiji. After they said their I Do’s one of the groomsmen headed straight for the bar, it was Ray.
“You know there are a lot cheaper ways to get laid, or are you just a masochist?”
“What the hell, Chris, right?” I nodded and shook his hand, “No ‘tang’ for this one,” he laughed, “the bride is my little sister.”
We chatted while the bartender got him his drinks, he loaded up a tray about the time Julie got back, he nodded at Julie, we said our cordial goodbyes and he disappeared once again.
Ray and I ran into each other every now and then in the strangest places, the airport in San Francisco, skiing in Aspen, in line for concessions at Fenway Park, we even shared a train ride from Chicago to Milwaukee, he was on his way to a business meeting, and I was headed to the Harley Davidson factory to check a dream off my bucket list. It got to be that I was looking for him whenever I went anywhere. It always made me smile when I ran into him, our running joke never seemed to get old.
“Damn, too bad he’s not a girl,” I thought to myself as we got off the train, we got along so well and he was just easy to talk to, no drama at all; and no chance of wanting to get married. I caught myself watching him walk away, “Shit, he even has a nice butt,” I laughed to myself.
Two weeks later, I was sitting on the Pier at Santa Monica celebrating and enjoying the sunset when I heard his now familiar voice behind me,” Shit Chris, are you following me or what?” his laugh was infectious.
“I could ask you the same thing,” I smiled and tipped my beer at him, “just bought my dream bike and what better way to break it in than Route 66, and that ends right here,” I pointed to the marker, “So, what’s your excuse?”
“Me, I live in L.A., I come out here every now and then to watch the sunset,” he sat down next to me and we did just that. The sunset over the ocean was hard to beat. How comfortable I felt sitting next to Ray made me a little nervous as I found myself wanting to put my arm around his shoulder and pull him closer. Memories of the train ride to Milwaukee and watching him walk away as I admired his butt flooded my thoughts. I turned to look at him just in time to catch him bite his lower lip as he delicately drew his shoulder length hair back behind his ear with his middle finger, absolutely one of the sexiest things a woman can do.
“What the fuck?” I muttered to myself as I got up and walked to the railing.
“Chris, you alright?” Ray had followed me.
“Um yeah, just a long ride, that’s all,” Why did he have to put his hand on my shoulder when he walked up behind me?
“Well, dinners on me,” he stepped up next to me, “everybody needs to go to Bubba Gump’s at least once,” there was that laugh again.
Dinner was nice, we spent most of it talking about my new bike and the ride from Chicago to Santa Monica, it had been a great trip. I told him I had done the whole thing by the seat of my pants, no plan, just going with the flow and stopping wherever I found something interesting.
Ray kept smiling like he had a secret, with all the women I had been with, I had never had one pay such close attention to what I was saying, Ray listened intently, waiting until I was finished with a thought before he asked a question, never trying to one up me or dominate the conversation; he was so easy to talk to, to be with, and the way he smiled at me and played with his hair.
Of course, I had to show off my bike, Ray was impressed and seemed to know as much about it as I did. He finally couldn’t hold it any longer,” I know exactly how you feel,” he grabbed the helmet off the identical Road King next to mine and threw his leg over the bike.
“You shit, why didn’t you tell me you rode?”
“What, and ruin your moment, never,” the son of a bitch blew me a kiss, “just try to keep up,” he put on his helmet, turned the key, hit start, and pulled away from the curb. I fell in behind him. Ten minutes later, I parked next to him in front of a small craftsman style house on a very nice lot.
“This is yours; you live here?” the house and yard were immaculate, “None of my business but it had to cost a fortune, “I let out a nervous laugh.
“Good genes, my great grandfather built it, I inherited it,” he grinned at me, “and based on our conversation earlier, you probably need someplace to stay, so my guest room is yours, come on, let’s get you settled,” he turned and headed up onto the porch. I smiled, shook my head, grabbed my travel bag, and followed him.
The house was full of antiques, from what I could tell, most of the furniture had belonged to at least his grandparents and was possibly original to the house, the kitchen and the bathrooms had been updated and a huge spa type hot tub had been added off the back porch. The pinnacle of the tour was the sunroom, Ray had transformed it into his studio, his art was amazing, oils, watercolors, charcoal, and pencil art. His day job as a graphic designer kept him busy, his art was his passion.
The guest room Ray showed me was amazing, a huge four poster bed filled most of the room with a matching dresser and armoire against the far wall, it was all mahogany and absolutely beautiful. The room shared a bath with a second bedroom that Ray had converted into his home office, when Ray left me to get settled, the first thing I did was take advantage of the huge shower, it felt good to get out of my road clothes and into something a little more comfortable, I chose a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, opting to go commando underneath.
I found Ray on the back porch sipping a glass of whiskey, he handed me one just like it without a word. I sat in the chair next to his and enjoyed the scotch, the subtle fragrance of lavender filled my head, the fence along one side of his back yard was covered in the lush bushes and they were in full bloom. My shower had relaxed me, with the soothing fragrance of the flowers and the cool night air, the warm feeling I was getting from the scotch was making me very sleepy, but I didn’t want to move.
“You may be carrying my sorry butt upstairs,” I laughed as I fought the urge to close my eyes.
“That happens back here sometimes, it’s pretty relaxing and you’re probably pretty tired from your ride,” he reached over and patted my arm, “but, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. Just be glad I didn’t opt for a soak in the spa,” he laughed and gave my arm a squeeze. For some reason I didn’t understand, I put my hand on his and held it there for a few seconds. Neither of us said a word until he nudged me and told me I was snoring, offering to help me upstairs into my bed. I didn’t remember anything else but woke up in the huge four-poster feeling better than I had in a long time. A quick trip to the bathroom and I went to get dressed finding that all my clothes had been unpacked into the dressers and armoire, even my dirty clothes had been washed and put away.
I thought about Ashley and how she would have complained about me falling asleep on her and about Julie who would have sucked me off and then left me there, “yeah, too bad Ray’s not a girl,” I chuckled to myself and pulled on my deck shoes, a pair of Bermuda shorts and a polo before heading downstairs to find my host.
My first stop was the kitchen where I found a half a pot of coffee still in the pot. It wasn’t exactly fresh, but it was hot, and a little cream and sugar took the edge of the bitterness enough that it didn’t matter. I found Ray naked in his studio lost in one of his paintings, I just stood in the door and watched as he worked, humming to himself as his brush flew over the canvass, there was as much beauty in his movements as there would be in the finished work, his long slender body, muscular legs and tight butt, his long hair danced over his shoulders as he moved, his delicate hands seemed to barely be holding the brush in his elegant fingers as the image slowly came to life. I watched in awe as the colors melded into a beautiful floral scene, he was painting the lavender along his back fence.
“Oh, hi,” he blushed bright red as he turned and saw me watching him paint,” it’s watercolor and much easier to shower than it is to get paint out of my clothes,” he was covered from head to toe in a vivid spray of pastels, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t help but look, he was completely shaved and nicely proportioned, it was my turn to blush, I knew he saw me look and he made no effort to cover himself.
“Sorry, but watching you paint was just mesmerizing, it’s almost like a dance, a ballet,” I turned to leave, “but I’ll leave you to it. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You’re not interrupting and I’m obviously not very modest either,” he smiled at me, “but let me get cleaned up and we can go get some breakfast, there are some things we should probably talk about, especially if you’re going to stay for a day or two,” he paused, giving me a wry smile, “or longer.”
I openly ogled his lithe body as he sashayed past me, there was no other way to describe it, Ray knew I was attracted to him and he liked it; I didn’t know what to think.
Refreshing my coffee, I made my way out onto the porch and waited for Ray, I realized I had known him for years and effectively knew nothing about him.
“You ready cowboy?” he put his hand on my shoulder again, I turned and smiled at him, setting my coffee cup in the sink as I followed him out to the garage.
Aside from his Harley, Ray had two cars, a classic C1 Corvette, and a BMW 8 series convertible, it was occurring to me that he did a lot better than I did, that BMW was a hundred-thousand-dollar car, and the Corvette could be worth even more depending on the specifics.
Breakfast was at a small place not too far from the pier where we had run into each other last night. The food was excellent and the conversation better, Ray and I seemed to be able to talk about anything. He admitted that he was indeed very gay and that the last girl he had been with was the one at the wedding where we first met, even confessing that he had always enjoyed running into me and had fantasized about me more than once.
I blushed and told him I enjoyed our meetings too, but probably not for the same reasons. He took a sip of his juice and raised an eyebrow indicating he wasn’t as sure of my answer as I seemed to think I was, he had seen me checking him out this morning after all.
After breakfast, we drove over and parked at the beach, taking a long walk in the sand filling each other in on all the missing pieces of our lives, I told him where my aversion to marriage came from and about how I had started my own software company, selling it to a larger company and staying on in a ‘consulting’ role that let me do pretty much whatever I wanted for the next five or six years at least. I was socking away whatever I could and playing with the rest, hence my new Harley and my trip down route 66.
Ray was a trust fund kid; his great grandfather had built an empire in Southern California in the construction business and had left Ray, his father and uncle, and his two siblings equal shares of his estate in a trust when he died. Ray had drifted around and finally gone to USC for a degree in contemporary art, his studio was proof he had made a good decision. He inherited the house because no one else wanted it, his dad and uncle had moved to Nevada and his siblings up into the mountains east of San Francisco.
“So, no contenders, huh? Not one of the women you’ve been with has even made you think about it, getting married?”
I grinned, “well, Julie, the girl I took to Fiji, damn, she could do this thing with her mouth that’s hard to describe, and if she really wanted to get nasty, she’d sick her finger in my frickin’ ass and massage my prostate as I came, fuck, I still get horny just thinking about it, so yeah, I guess there was one, and whoever she’s with now is one lucky guy,” I laughed.
“So, great blowjobs and a finger up your ass is what it takes to get on your list,” Ray pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose and gave me the most devilish smile, “what do I need to do to get an audition?”
I shoved his shoulder pushing him out into the surf, “if I ever think about switching teams, you’ll be the first one I call.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” he tried to splash me with the cool water and fell on his butt. I went to help him up and ended up in the surf right next to him, each time one of us tried to get up, the other pulled him back down into the water. Completely soaked, we both laughed until we got back to his car, it was a good thing his seats were leather.
“I was serious,” Ray winked as he looked at me across the car and unlocked the door to climb in.
“I know,” I blushed and smiled as I joined him.
We did end up in the hot tub that night, coming to an agreement that flirting was ok, but he wouldn’t push the issue. I sat back in the hot water, sipping my scotch, and struggling with the conflict between my aversion to sex with men and my attraction to Ray.
The few days I had planned on staying quickly turned into two weeks, we went to watch the Angels lose to The Rangers, to the beach, out to dinner, even dancing, I had never been this comfortable with any of the girls I dated, not Ashley, not even Julie.
My first time in a gay nightclub was interesting. It was like any other club except the lines were a lot less clear cut, mostly the guys danced with the guys and the girls danced with the girls, but some of the girls I was positive where girls weren’t and some of the guys were more feminine than any woman I had ever dated.
I got hit on a lot and accepted a few offers to dance, confident I could handle myself. When a couple of guys got a little aggressive, Ray started doing things to let people know I was his, putting his arm around me and even holding my hand, outright kissing me twice just to make his point; as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I enjoyed his lips against mine.
As the night went on, I found I liked the attention, especially Ray’s efforts to save me from the predators. I also found that I felt a little jealous when he danced with someone else or touched them in a manner I felt was too intimate.
We closed the bar down and stopped at a Denny’s for a late-night breakfast with a few of Ray’s friends, all of whom were convinced we were fucking each other silly, and none of them believing for a minute I was straight; I had just had too much fun at the bar, and the way Ray protected me and kissed me, well, that was all the proof they needed.
I had to agree with them about having a good time, I had checked my reservations at the door and done my best to fit in, I guess I did too good a job. Ray and I laughed about it all the way home, teasing each other with pet names like sweetheart and boyfriend.
“I’m glad you had a good time, boyfriend” Ray smiled and laughed.
What I did next was as much a mystery to me as anything I had ever done, I didn’t laugh, instead I smiled and put my hand on his cheek cupping my fingers just under his chin, “thank you for tonight, I had a great time, boyfriend,” I whispered softly as I pulled his lips to mine and gave him the most tender kiss I could imagine.
My heart tried to leap from my chest as he returned my kiss, his hands going around my body pulling me close as mine wrapped around him, our kiss and our embrace growing more and more passionate. Was it a moment, a few seconds, or longer? I didn’t know and I didn’t care, all I knew was that when our lips parted, I had experienced a kiss unlike any other.
I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder, “you know I have to go home soon?”
He gently pulled my face up to his, kissing me sweetly,” I know,” he just left me standing there.
I went to my room, my mind a vortex of conflicting thoughts and emotions, I knew I wasn’t gay, or thought I was pretty sure, and I knew I liked Ray in a way I never thought I could ever like another man, I also knew that if he hadn’t left me there, I would have done anything he asked me to do. From what I felt between us when he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, I also knew we were both extremely aroused.
It took forever for me to finally find sleep as I worked through the entire night in my mind, then the past two weeks, and finally, our entire relationship, I should have seen this moment coming years ago, I knew there was something special about Ray the first time I met him, and I think he knew the same thing. That kiss had been a moment of destiny, preordained by the old gods, the very creators of the universe, Ray wasn’t some casual acquaintance, and he wasn’t just a friend, he was my soulmate; all I needed to do was figure out what to do about it.
To say Ray was reserved the next morning would be a gross understatement, I found him in the sunroom, dressed in a pair of worn shorts and a ratty t-shirt painting something that even to my untrained eye, was out of character.
“Hey,” I ran my hand across his shoulder from behind him. He shrugged it off and kept working on whatever the painting in front of him was supposed to be, the dark colors and sharp lines looked alien compared to all the bright lively works filling his studio. I just sat and watched him paint, the magic I had seen that first morning nowhere to be found.
“Ray,” I tried again, this time both my hands found his shoulders, moving slowly up his neck before sliding down to his arms.
“Don’t, just don’t,” his voice was almost bitter.
“Ok, I’m going to the pier, maybe you can meet me there, or we can talk when I get back,” I touched him once more and turned to leave.
I sat on the bench where he had found me all morning and Ray never showed up. When I got back to his house, he was gone; no note, no message, nothing. I waited for another hour before I decided I had gotten the message loud and clear; how could I have been so wrong? I packed my stuff and left, leaving a short note on the kitchen counter.
Ray,
I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t have to end like this.
Please,
Chris
I rode home in a fog, only stopping for gas, food and to stretch my legs, twenty-four hours later, I pulled into my garage, went inside, crawled into bed, and cried myself to sleep, dammit, I loved him.
It took a long time for me to pull my life together, it seemed like everything I did reminded me of Ray. I had plenty to do to keep me busy, tons of mail to deal with, repairs around my house, and some issues that required my attention came up at work, but when I was alone, I was emotionally destitute.
I hadn’t ridden my bike in over a year when an old riding buddy asked me to go to Ft. Worth with him for an art show at a gallery a friend of his ran, there would be an open bar and we could head over to Arlington and catch the Rangers before the show. It would be a weekend of partying, chasing girls, getting drunk and commiserating about how we had struck out in epic fashion, it would be great.
I sucked it up, packed a bag, pulled on my leathers, and met him at his house. We took the back roads to Ft. Worth, staying as far from the interstate as we could, finally checking in to our room, changing clothes and heading down to the restaurant for dinner, it had been a good ride and I felt better than I had in a long time. Later in the bar, we did exactly what we had planned, trying to pick up women and failing miserably. Back in the room, I took a shower and crashed, waking up just in time to see Roger’s naked body walk across the room in front of me. All I could think of was how much he reminded me of Ray. I rolled over and tried to force the old images out of my head.
From that point on, I thought I saw Ray everywhere, across the restaurant at lunch, talking animatedly with an attractive young man, touching his arm, laughing and smiling in the crowd at the baseball game as I stood in line for the bathroom, again leaving the concession stand as I came out of the stairwell from my seat to get Roger and me another beer, and then getting into a limousine with that same young man as Roger and I climbed into our cab.
I had to be hallucinating, but stranger things had happened, especially with me and Ray.
Roger and I got to the gallery and were greeted by the attractive young man I had seen at lunch, he invited us to enjoy the show, reminding us that the paintings with the green dots were still available for purchase.
We found Roger’s friend, thanked her for the invitation and found our way to the bar, it was only wine, but it was good wine. As we began wandering through the exhibit, we both commented on the dark theme of the paintings. Some of them were striking in their austerity and others depressing to the point of sucking the life from anyone that dared look at them. There were surprisingly few green dots, the talent of the artist was obvious, every painting moved me in some way.
I knew it had been Ray I had seen all day as soon as I saw it, the same dark lines, the dramatic brush strokes, the dark colors, it was the piece he had been working on the day I had left his house.
I stood in front of that painting for an hour, memorizing every brush stroke, reliving the feelings that had ripped through my soul as I remembered Ray’s rejection, they were all there, every one of them. It was all I could do to keep the pain in my heart from breaking through, I took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh.
“Excuse me, you seem to be rather taken with this work,” it was the young man from the front door, “it is very moving, isn’t it?”
“You have no idea. Is the artist here?” I asked softly.
“No, I’m sorry, he’s not, he’s a bit of a recluse these days. He usually stops by toward the end of the evening to see how things went; I can’t promise but that would be your best chance at meeting him if you can wait that long.” I just smiled and nodded.
“How much?” The young man beamed at me and I readily paid what he asked, giving them shipping instructions, deciding I would wait all night if that’s what it took to get Ray to talk to me again.
Roger had come by one last time and I told him to just head back to the hotel without me, I’d get my own cab, admitting I really wanted to meet the artist. He nodded and headed for the door.
The crowd thinned and I had learned just about all there was to know about the cute young girl serving the wine at the bar, when I saw Ray come in through the back I froze, our eyes locked for an instant and he turned and ran out the same way he had come in. I tried to follow but gallery security stopped me at the door, “Please,” I half begged, but they had their orders.
Back at the hotel, all I wanted to do was disappear, so I went to the bar with full intent of having the concierge or security pour me into my room at some point in the not-too-distant future. Every emotion I had worked so hard to bury was fresh, the wounds raw, my soul bare, “don’t, just don’t,” I heard the words in my head as if he were saying them again for the first time, I had been so ready, my heart shattered all over again, and then there he was, sitting at the bar, his face in his hands, an untouched drink on the bar in front of him; he was sobbing quietly.
“Ray,” I put my hand on his shoulder.
“How are you here?” his tear-filled eyes met mine, “I thought I’d never see you again after I chased you away, and then there you were at the baseball game, and at my show, how…”
“Because it’s meant to be, whatever it is, it’s meant to be,” I reached up, placed my hands on his cheeks and wiped the tears from his eyes with my thumbs, “I love you Ray, I think I always have. God help me, I don’t know what to do about it, but I know it’s true, and I think, god no, I pray, you feel the same way.”
I didn’t hesitate, with my hands still on his cheeks, I lowered my lips to his and kissed him. When his hands joined mine, when I felt the tenderness in his kiss, I knew that he loved me too. A wonderful warmth coursed through my body as our lips parted and I saw the mix of love, confusion, and fear in his eyes, gently kissing him again, I sat down next to him and stole a sip of his scotch, getting a smile as my reward.
“I’m so sorry, I’ve loved you for so long and I never thought you could ever feel the same way. When I found you on the pier, I decided we could just be friends, but you stayed and I knew I couldn’t do that, and then you kissed me, oh my god you kissed me, and told me you had to leave, I was elated and crushed at the same time. I wanted you so badly and thought I could never have you; I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t be around you and not have you so, I pushed you away. Can you forgive me?”
I didn’t say anything, I just kissed him once more. The bar erupted in applause when our lips parted, the bartender was crying, the other people at the bar were crying, there may not have been a dry eye in the place, “that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” the bartender was wiping his eyes when he set a double scotch on the bar in front of me, “I’ve got your tab, you two just talk, ok?”
And talk we did, we didn’t drink much but we talked until he ran us out of the bar, moving up to Ray’s suite holding hands, kissing sweetly, and admiring, touching, exploring, and experiencing each other as we got undressed. There would be no sex tonight, we just nestled close, emotionally exhausted.
“Christian Xavier Anderson,” I whispered as he spooned behind me.
“Raymond Allen Childers,” he answered just before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Waking up next to Ray was magic, my whole world was new again. I didn’t have a clue what came next, and I didn’t care, I knew it would be with Ray and that was all that mattered. I watched him sleep for a while before my bladder forced me to leave him for just a few minutes. He was awake lying on his back with his arms behind his head, his smooth bare chest just exposed when I came out of the bathroom, “good morning,” his smile filled my soul as I leapt into the bed, burying my lips in his.
“I just want to…,” He tried to apologize again, and I kissed him to shut him up. Every time he tried to say something, I kissed him again until we both started laughing. He pushed me away and ran across the room to the bathroom, “next time I’m just going to pee on you, “he laughed again. I just watched as his naked butt jiggled across the room, licking my lips as he slowly walked back.
Ray climbed onto the bed like a big cat stalking its prey, moving up over my legs until he straddled me, leaning down, and kissing me, driving his tongue deep into my mouth as our bodies melded together into a single mass of passion. My hands explored his back and sides as his moved over my chest, the passionate dance our tongues were enjoying eliciting moans of pleasure.
Slowly he pulled his lips from mine, diving into my neck, covering everything from my ear to my collar bone with licks and nibbles and kisses before he slowly, delicately, ever so gently, kissed his way down my chest to my nipple, biting me sharply, causing me to gasp, my cock engorged, my mind lost in the passion of the moment.
Ray’s hand found my erection and slowly started to fondle it, running his fingers lightly up and down my shaft, stopping to fondle my balls as he kissed and nibbled on one nipple and then the other. I could feel myself start to leak, I could hear myself moaning, my body was lost to me, it was his to do with as he pleased, whatever it was, I wanted it.
A trail of wet kisses was all that was left as his lips and tongue made their way down my stomach, stopping to tease and explore my navel before continuing their way to my aching manhood.
“I think I’m ready for my audition,” Ray smiled up at me and I moaned something incoherent, his tongue drawing a wet line from my balls to my glans before he took me all the way down his throat. What happened next was indescribable, he did things to me I didn’t know where possible, his lips, his tongue, hell, even his teeth brought me pleasure. Bringing me to the edge again and again, holding me there, making me beg for release, only to back off and start over again.
When his fingers slid between my cheeks and he pressed gently against my rose, I knew the time was close, one, then two and finally three fingers thrust in and out of my ass, massaging my prostate as his lips kissed up and down my cock.
“My god Ray, please,” I begged.
Finally, he took me back in his mouth, sliding his tongue under my shaft, pressing it against the roof of his mouth, it felt better than any pussy I had ever enjoyed. I could feel it growing again, that feeling, intense, powerful, overwhelming, there was nothing I could have done to stop it if I had wanted to and that was the last thing I could imagine wanting. Ray pressed with his fingers and took me all the way down his throat, my body arched, my muscles locking as spasms and tremors ripped through me, my cock pulsing as I erupted. I couldn’t move.
“So?” he kissed the tip of my softening soldier, smiling down at me as I slowly regained my faculties.
“Julie who?” I pulled him to me and kissed him hard.
“You’re going to teach me how to do that for you, right?” I giggled as he nestled next to me.
“You can count on it, in fact, are you ready for your first lesson?” he rolled onto his back and I lifted myself up on one arm, admiring his taught smooth body and his raging hard on, letting my hand run up and down his chest, catching his nipples between my fingers and giving them a pinch and a tweak before I caught the first dribbles of precum from his tip with my finger, bringing it to my mouth and tasting it.
I didn’t know of I was more nervous or excited as I started to explore Ray’s body. I let my hand wander over his taught stomach and his chest as my tongue and lips teased his neck and my teeth nipped at his ear lobes.
“Take your time, this is as much for you as for me,” his gentle hands caressed my cheek.
I thought about all the women I had been with and the things I had done to tease them, all the little places I had kissed and nipped and nuzzled to enhance their pleasure, wondering if the same would be true for Ray. I admired his body, noticing how he was completely smooth from his face to his toes, not even a shadow of a beard, I’d have to ask him about that sometime, but now, I had more important things to worry about.
“I’ve never looked at a man like this before, you’re absolutely beautiful,” I smiled at him.
“I’m glad you approve, he made his cock jump, giggling at me.
“Yes, even him,” I caught myself giggling too.
Sitting on his knees, I ran my hands from his thighs to his shoulders, taking in the delicate softness of his skin, making note of the hard muscles underneath that soft exterior. Finding his breasts, I massaged them with my hands, catching his nipples between my fingers and pinching them lightly, when he moaned, I pinched them harder, he moaned louder, I tweaked them between my thumb and index finger,” oh shit, Chris, yes,” he closed his eyes and let out a loud sigh. I leaned down and kissed them, drawing sloppy wet circles around them with my tongue before biting them, I felt his cock pulse underneath me.
My lips found their way up to his neck leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles across his collar bone, stopping briefly to leave him a small hickey before my caresses found the lobe of his ear. More biting, more moans, my tongue plunging deep into the ear canal, all tricks I had used on the women I had loved, Ray responded just as they had.
My confidence level was growing as I continued to explore, retracing my path to his breasts, biting his nipples while my hand slid down his stomach, my fingers wrapping around his erection for the first time. It felt so alien and yet so familiar as I began to slowly stroke and fondle him.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Ray pulled my face up to his and kissed me hard, “you are making me crazy,” I smiled and kissed him again before I went back to work.
“Now you made me lose my place, I guess I have to start all over,” I gave a nipple a hard tweak and grinned at him.
“Oh fuck,” he closed his eyes and rolled his head back as a loud sigh escaped his mouth.
The joy of bringing my lover pleasure was familiar even if the targets of my attention were a little different, I thought that maybe I was avoiding the ultimate prize by focusing on Ray’s ears, neck and breasts, but his reactions told me he was enjoying what I was doing, so I went back to what I knew, hoping that when I got to the unfamiliar territory, recollections of what I had enjoyed being done to me would be enough.
By the time Ray’s cock became the sole focus of my attention, I had spent time on every part of his body, I had kissed and sucked on his fingers and even his toes, I had given him another hickey, I’d pay for that later I was sure, and had him almost screaming as I bit and tweaked his nipples, he was alternately cursing me and praising me, begging me to keep going.
My first lick was tentative, I had tasted his precum and knew what to expect, the trail of clear liquid ran from the tip to the base of his cock, I kissed his balls and followed the stream of precum up his cock with my lips and tongue, collecting the nectar and moaning as the taste grew familiar, kissing the tip of his cock, I flicked it with my tongue before pressing it against my lips sliding the soft spongy bulb into my mouth.
The feeling was strange, but I found I liked the texture and the manly taste, twirling my tongue around the intruder, I slowly moved him deeper and deeper into my mouth, letting my tongue dance around his shaft as I let my mind come to grips with what I was doing, so strange, so different, so alien, yet so erotic and Rays’ soft moans as he invaded my virgin mouth were intoxicating.
The softness of the skin was wonderful just as the hardness of what was underneath was intriguing, I used my hand to fondle his balls as I pushed him deeper, only stopping when my throat protested, a soft gag and I reversed directions, slowly moving him out until just his bulbous head was left.
Glancing up at Ray, he was smiling down at me, encouraging me to keep going, my desire to please the man I loved overrode every reservation I had left and I took him as deep as I could, once again stopped by my gag reflex, In and out, faster and faster, using my tongue to massage and guide the underside of his shaft, I bobbed and kissed and caressed him, occasionally taking him from my mouth to do the same to his entire shaft as I made my way to his balls, sucking one, then the other, and then both into my eager mouth.
Ray’s moans grew louder and came more frequently as I continued to work and explore his manhood, I could feel his body start to tense and I took him as deep as I could, this time focusing on relaxing my throat, swallowing, and then coughing, anything to get him deeper. When it happened, I was as surprised as he was, his balls were on my chin. I held him there for as long as I could before sliding him all the way from my mouth.
Grinning up at my lover as I slobbered saliva all over my fingers and moved them between his cheeks, I pressed my fingers against his hole and just as he had with me, got three of them inside him, watching his reaction as I slowly finger fucked his ass, “Chris,” he moaned, begging me to keep going. Once, twice, three times I drove his cock balls deep in my throat while my fingers massaged his prostate.
“My fucking gawd,” his body clenched, and his cock pulsed, his seed spewing down my throat as tremors and spasms ripped through him. I slowly slid him from my mouth, catching the last of his jizz on my tongue and relishing the bitter taste of his prize,” there is no fucking way that was your first time,” he laughed as he pulled my mouth to his and kissed me passionately.
“I had a good teacher,” I laughed and tweaked his nipple one more time, nestling under his arm, my head on his shoulder. With all my partners, I had never felt so complete, so satisfied, so happy in the afterglow of sex, I truly did love this man and knew I would do anything for him, this was just the beginning.
“Well, somebody got lucky last night,” Roger laughed when I found him in the restaurant having breakfast. When Ray walked up and kissed me, he just about spit his coffee all over the table.
“In fact, I did,” I introduced the two of them and gave Roger the short story. We talked about bikes and Ray’s art and even a little about what would happen next. It was going to be hard; Ray was of course going back to L.A. and I was going back to Austin.
Ray and I would have a lot to figure out, especially after what had happened last night and this morning. Being in love was wonderful but being over a thousand miles apart was the last thing either of us wanted, we just needed to figure out what it was going to take to finally be together.
Saying goodbye to Ray was almost embarrassing, neither of us wanted to leave, we kissed and grabbed onto each other and did it all again until Ray’s handler told him that if he didn’t leave now, he would miss his flight; I could see it in his eyes, he thought about it.
“Call me when you get home,” I kissed him one more time and watched him climb into the back of the limousine. Roger and I got on our bikes and headed back to Austin, for some reason, it was a much shorter ride than the trip up had been.
I was on my second load of laundry when my phone finally rang, by my calculation, Ray should have been home over an hour ago, but then I wasn’t an expert on L.A. traffic, so I made allowances,” you got home ok?” I didn’t even say hi.
“Actually no, and I kind of need a favor,” there was something in his voice I couldn’t put my finger on.
“What, your flight got grounded and your stranded somewhere, don’t tell me you need money for a hotel?” I laughed at the suggestion.
“Your part right, I am stranded at the airport and I kind of went out on a limb; I changed my flight, can you come pick me up, I’m in Austin?”
Forty minutes later, I was kissing him like I hadn’t seen him in months, and hour after that, we were in my bed repeating the events of that morning except we were doing our best to time our orgasms so we both came at the same time.
“What were you thinking?’ I finally asked the question that had immediately popped into my head when he told me where he was.
“That you would come rescue me and we would have wild crazy sex again. I guess I was right,” he laughed and pulled my lips to his before nesting in my arms with his head on my shoulder.
“And your plan is what exactly? At some point you are going to have to go home, right?” I ran my fingers through his hair.
“That’s what I’m here to figure out, the last time you and I took a step forward it was a disaster because we both rushed to judgement, we didn’t take the time to talk it through; I’m here until we either agree on how to make it work, or we can’t stand each other. My show sold out, I even sold that awful piece I started the day you left, I can’t imagine who would have bought that thing,” he laughed.
“You mean the dark one, abstract, brush strokes so dramatic it could have been a Van Gogh, lots of sharp lines, severe contrast, the one that was so full of the pain and despair of losing someone you love that only someone who had experienced it could ever understand it, only someone that loved someone as deeply as you had could even think of it reminding them of how much they had lost and how much that love meant, that one? I thought it was beautiful, and worth every penny.”
Ray was crying, I didn’t have to look at him, I could feel his body shaking, I could hear his sniffles,” I don’t deserve you; you know that?”
“I could say the same thing,” I kissed the top of his head.
It only took us a couple of weeks to decide on what we were going to do, but he stayed for two months. Ray fell in love with Austin and the Texas Hill Country just like I had when I came here to go to school, we took long day rides through the rolling hills, stopping at Luckenbach for a beer, or going to Fredericksburg for the weekend, we spent long hours at a little place called ‘Les Bois’ drinking beer, watching a bunch of hard bodies play volleyball, and swapping stories with the other bikers that hung out there. We even found ten acres just outside Dripping Springs, with a nice house, a barn big enough for all three cars and both bikes, and a huge, enclosed porch perfect for Ray to turn into his studio. With our joint assets, we paid cash.
I went back to L.A. with Ray and we started packing everything he wanted to keep, most of the furniture he let a friend of his sell at auction, the house sold in three days for a lot more than either of us expected, it had taken less than a month and we were in his BMW, heading east to our new life together, I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I had ever been happier.
We settled into a happy life, Ray painted, and I built a website to help him sell his art. We rode our bikes and travelled wherever we wanted, it was bliss.
The ceremony had been simple, under the huge oak tree out by the barn, my family and his, a handful of friends and a Justice of the Peace, I recited my vows and then he his, rings were exchanged, and I kissed my husband for the first time.
The reception had been fun, a friend had volunteered to set up, singing country classics and a ton of Jimmy Buffett, those who wanted to dance did, those that didn’t just listened and talked.
Ray and I danced a little and visited with our families, Ray’s little sister was still with the guy she had married on the beach in Fiji, my older brother had stopped at wife number four and they seemed happy together, even my parents had quit changing spouses like the tires on their cars and seemed to have things figured out. It had been a perfect day.
Ray and I cuddled close together in our bed, kissing and fondling each other as the soft rain fell on the tin roof, his hand found my rose as his mouth engulfed my erection, pressing gently until his finger found its target, “Ray,” I whispered, “don’t you think it’s about time something else went in back there?”
“Are you sure?” his eyes locked on mine, the hunger I saw there blazing.
“You’re my husband now, we’ve been living together for over six months, and god knows I love what we do and share, but if you don’t fuck me. I’ll leave you tomorrow,” I laughed as I reached under my pillow retrieving the small bottle of clear slick liquid.
“Tomorrow, not right now, or tonight, but tomorrow?” he took the bottle from my hand and clicked it open, coating his fingers with the contents.
“Seriously, I just married you, I’d be crazy to not let it settle for at least a day before I ran you off,” I opened my legs.
“But the divorce could get really messy, what with all the shared assets; I did sell my house to move here,” his slick fingers started coating my hole, slipping inside me; I let out a soft moan, it felt so good.
“I see your point, maybe we should think about this a little bit,” I watched as he coated his cock.
“I do think I might have an idea on how we can resolve this in a mutually agreeable fashion,” he leaned down and kissed me while his hand guided his shaft to my door.
“As long as it involves you continuing with what you’re doing right now, I think I’m open to negotiations,” I let out a loud gasp as he pressed his head inside me, “never mind, you can stay,” I shuddered as he pushed further inside me.
“I thought you might see it that way,” he kissed me again and pushed deeper, my body was on fire with strange feelings I had never felt before, pain was replaced with such a wonderful fullness, and the way his cock massaged my prostate with each stroke was indescribable.
The sensations emanating from my ass tore through my body like a hurricane, I started pushing into Ray in rhythm with his thrusts, biting my lip, moaning louder and louder as the feelings grew more and more intense. Ray thrusted faster and harder and I could feel it building, my cock leaking all over my stomach as wave after wave of pleasure ripped me apart and stitched me back together again.
My hands ran up and down his arms, across his chest as incoherent babbles escaped my lips and I drank in the lust in his eyes, wave after wave of energy coursing through me, my body lurching each time he drove his cock into me. How could I have not known how this felt, how could I have not known how wonderful it was to give myself to another man, how had I lived so long without this amazing feeling?
I screamed as I erupted, my thick hot juice hitting me in the face, covering my chest and stomach, ripples turned into tremors, then spasms and convulsions, my body froze as my mind and body exploded in ecstasy.
“Chris!” Ray cried my name as he drove his cock inside me as far as it would go, I could feel him pulsing, spewing his seed into my bowels, the warm liquid filling me. I had no comprehension of what was happening, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, all I could do was laugh as Ray collapsed on top of me burying his face in mine, kissing me with a passion only he could provide, the passion I had come to crave, to need. My hands slid around him, pulling him as close as I could, my feet wrapping around his butt, holding him in place until I could no longer feel him hard inside me.
Covered in sweat and cum, drenched in the afterglow of our love, we made our way to the bathroom to clean up. We took our time washing each other, exploring each other as if it were the first time, washing the erotic residue from our bodies, I knew I was completely spent, but Ray started to harden again, my god my husband was a beast. Slathering his growing erection with soap, I turned to face the wall, arching my back, and offering myself to him again, I had to have him inside me, it wasn’t a want or a desire, it was a need, almost an obsession, the emptiness I felt had to be filled and he was the only one that could do it.
Leaning close to me, “are you sure?” he whispered in my ear.
“Ray, just fuck me, please. I need you in me,” I was almost begging, “take me again, make me yours forever, use me like I belong to you because I do. I’m yours my love, totally yours, now and forever.”
Ray slid inside me, taking me hard, there was no romance this time, he was fucking me, and fucking me hard, driving me against the wall, using me like I had asked him to. I knew in that moment that I had truly made the right choice, there had never been anyone that had or could make me feel the way Ray did, not Ashley with her perfect body and exquisite shaved pussy, not Julie with her amazing mouth and incredible talent, none of them had even come close, they had filled my physical needs, but Ray had raped my very soul; I was his forever and I knew it.
When he came inside me again, we collapsed together in the spray of the shower, holding each other close and kissing softly until the water turned cold.
Yes, it was true I had always hated weddings for the sham that they were, “a hooker would have been cheaper,” Ray quipped the first time we had met, but there was no value I could put on my relationship with Ray and the sex that went with it. I finally understood it wasn’t marriage that was broken, it was the people, my brother, my parents, they were the ones that were broken. Once they finally found someone worth fighting for, they had gotten it, too.
Ray and I had a couple of advantages, for one, we never fought about money, and two, never fought about whether to have kids. I’m not saying it was all candy and roses, we had our moments, most common was the ‘discussion’ about who got to be on bottom and it was always my fault, I had become such a cock whore it was almost criminal, but I blamed him for doing such a good job of fucking me, and hey, if that’s the worst of your worries, life is pretty damned good.
The software behind the website grew and evolved until the gallery in Ft. Worth that had hosted the show where I had found Ray again reached out to see if they could license it. From there it became a phenomenon, galleries and artists across the country wanting to license it to manage the sale of their art, I was the Amazon of the art world, until Amazon decided they wanted that role. I was more than happy to oblige.
What was I going to do with all that money, easy, find new and inventive ways to keep Ray happy?
Who knows, considering how good the sex is, I might even marry him again someday, it would be worth it.