THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Bryan

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

Bryan Cranston knew he was destined for hell when he couldn't stop
eyeballing the near naked body of his twenty-two year old son's
best friend. He was forty-four years old, a responsible father,
and a well-respected widower whom old ladies and babies like.
Bryan was also human and right now James Christopher Carmack's
delectable hard-muscled body was a sight he couldn't tear his eyes
away from.

Bryan accepted that he was gay one year after Maura's death. He
was fond of his wife and they had a great marriage for nearly
twenty-five years, but he had always been plagued by the fact that
he really enjoyed the few anonymous gay sexual encounters in his
life. A good-looking man aroused stronger desire in him than a
beautiful woman. After he'd decided to accept this aspect of his
personality, he had indulged in a few discreet affairs, nothing
too serious and alas, nothing too exciting either.

How inconvenient that Chris seemed to have stepped right out of
some Abercrombie and Fitch wet dream fantasy. Bryan wasn't proud
that he had a weakness for square-jawed blond Ken dolls with
dreamy blue eyes, which he supposed would put him firmly on the
shallow side of the pool, but Chris was more than Bryan's dream
sex toy made life. Chris recently graduated ahead of schedule
within the top two percent from Harvard and was now making a mark
for himself in a Forbes Top Ten company. According to Bryan's son
Adam, Chris was also the water polo team captain and star. Adam
worshipped the ground Chris walked on - hell, Adam thought the
world of Chris. Chris seemed to be able to do anything he put his
mind to. Bryan found this aspect of Chris even more attractive
than Chris' good looks, which really troubled him as that young
man was too young for him and worse, his son's good friend.

Yet how was he to stop Adam from bringing Chris back to the house?

Thanks to Bryan's successful real estate ventures, their lives
were very comfortable. Apart from the cleaning staff that came in
every morning, Bryan and Adam were the only ones that lived in the
house. The two men had roughly divided the house into two living
areas - Adam's bachelor pad was at the left wing while Bryan made
himself comfortable in his own living quarters in the right wing.
Adam always brought Chris here for an afternoon lazy day by the
pool on weekends and he had the right to do so as this was his
house as much as Bryan's. Earlier today, Chris walked in from an
emergency Sunday meeting at his office and Bryan nearly creamed
his pants when Chris nonchalantly began stripping off his shirt,
tie, and pants by the poolside right under Bryan's eyes - which he
looked drop dead sexy in, naturally - before jumping into the pool
clad only in a pair of shorts.

He could hear those two men talking and laughing. He hated himself
for wishing that there had better be nothing going on between Adam
and Chris, although Bryan knew that Adam actively dated women and
not men. Trying hard to shake off the improper desires he was
feeling, Bryan tried to ignore Chris to concentrate on his book.



James Carmack, or Chris as he'd like to be called, tuned out Adam
Cranston's complains and thought of his friend's father. He was
lying on his stomach on the floating pool air mini-mattress so he
allowed his legs to spread wide to accommodate the heavy erection
that always followed the surge of lust that Bryan Cranston never
failed to kindle in his loins. He pressed his engorged cock bulge
into the mattress, taking care to look like the attentive friend
to Adam, and for the hundredth time that week, thought of making
the move on Bryan.

He wasn't proud of the fact that he was a kid born to a dirt-poor
family. While he had managed to work hard and clawed his way out
of the streets to be where he was today, there was still the
bitter and envious part in him that resented people born to
wealth. It was this ugly side of him that compelled him to
befriend the gullible but wealthy Adam; Chris wanted to seduce and
break his heart like he did to so many other lovers he'd had in
the past. His plans were aborted even before he worked his way
into Adam's heart when he met Adam's father.

It was crazy, Chris thought with a wry smile to himself, how much
he was attracted to Bryan. Bryan was handsome in a dork way, but
he looked very much the harmless father one would find in family
sitcoms. A little absent-minded at times, always genial and
affable, and rarely the type to arouse exciting sexual passions in
the people he came in contact with, Bryan nonetheless caught
Chris' imagination the moment they were introduced. Perhaps it was
the shared experiences they both had, for Bryan was born poor like
Chris and they both knew what it felt like to be so desperate to
free themselves from their barren poverty-stricken existence.
Unlike Chris, Bryan had no dark sides, no resentment for the
privileged folks that looked down on Chris when Chris was poor,
and only generous welcome for someone like Chris. Chris felt
ashamed when he was with Bryan because he knew the things he had
done before - the things he almost did with Adam - would appall
Bryan. And Chris craved for Bryan's respect and affection so much
that it had become an obsession for him.

It was a mistake to scare Bryan away soon after Chris met the man,
Chris reflected. Maybe it was his too-long handshake or maybe it
was the way he couldn't hide the lust in his eyes when he looked
at Bryan, but Bryan began noticeably drawing away from Chris ever
since. When Chris visited Adam just to see Bryan, the man would
retreat to his side of the house. Chris didn't know how to mend
the rift between them. He knew how to seduce people but damned if
he knew how to make someone like him.

Adam was asking him something. Chris shook off his increasingly
gloomy thoughts and tried to focus on Adam. He didn't care for
Adam as much as he seemed to. Oh, he liked that kid - even though
they were the same age, he couldn't help thinking that he was much
older, mentally, than Adam - but Adam hadn't known bitterness or
desperation or hunger like Chris did. Adam was a younger version
of Bryan but without his father's compelling depths. It occurred
to Chris more than once that he'd make a good father to Adam. He
could show this kid a thing or two about making it in the world...
if Bryan would have Chris as a husband and a friend to take care
of Adam with.

"Why are you smiling?" Adam asked sullenly.

"Just thinking," Chris said, trying to tamper his smile. It still
amused him that he, the heartless bastard that he was, was
actually making wedding plans involving a guy that most likely
would run the other way if he knew who the real Chris was.

"I wish Dad would understand me," Adam said.

Chris studied Adam dispassionately. Adam was always short of money
because he always got duped by people wanting him to invest in
schemes that never worked. Adam had been burned by the Internet
stock crash and fleeced by conmen pulling a fast one on him, among
many misadventures. The kid meant well, but he was always trying
to measure up his achievements against Bryan's and now Chris'.
Adam wanted to be a successful entrepreneur when Chris could see
that Adam lacked the business sense and ruthlessness needed to
succeed in the cutthroat world of business. Chris could only
slowly guide Adam to do the right thing.

The fact that he had somehow become a responsible friend to Adam
also amused Chris greatly, if it didn't make his heart hurt too
because it only made him long for a family he didn't even know he
wanted until he met Bryan and Adam. Chris still kept his old
friends around him, but he found himself becoming more and more
attached to the Cranston men. In a way, it made sense: his single
friends were succumbing to the commitment bug one by one and
through them, Chris realized that while fucking around could be
fun, the whole singles scene was frivolous and empty compared to
sharing intimate bonds with one single person that seemed to know
his own soul. The realization made the crystallization of his
feelings for Bryan much easier than it usually would.

As Chris did what he knew best for Adam by telling the man in his
half-irreverent, half-serious manner some advice Adam best heed,
he couldn't help but to look at the house, where his favorite guy
was somewhere inside, and wished that he had some advice for his
own self as to what he could do with his feelings for Bryan.



TWO

Chris was awakened by a phone call two days later in the ungodly
hours of the still pitch black morning. He rubbed his bare chest
sleepily as he yawned before saying "Yeah?" into the phone.
Alertness seized hold at once when he realized that it was Bryan
at the other line. "Bryan?" he said, trying to calm the panicked
man at the other line.

"I don't know what to do," Bryan said as he buried his face in his
hands an hour later. "I don't know whether I should call the
cops."

Chris turned to look at the man beside him before keeping his
attention back on the road. "Don't worry; I'll take care of this."

The fucking idiot Adam had vanished, leaving back a note to Bryan
saying that he would be away for a few days but he would be okay.
This was before Bryan received a call from the bank telling him
that Adam had cleared up his entire bank account the day before.
Bryan panicked, fearing that Adam had gotten involved with some
really fucked-up mess this time. Chris, remembering Adam's excited
babbles about meeting some people with some business idea only
Adam would fall for, wished that the idiot didn't get into too
much trouble this time. Right now they were driving to Vegas where
Adam last used his credit card, hoping to find that kid.

"I'm so sorry I dragged you into this," Bryan said. "I don't know
what to do or who to turn to."

"I'm glad to help," Chris told him. "Adam's my friend."

It was true, in a way, he guessed. Chris never had friends but he
was fond of Adam. That counted as friendship, right?

"Thank you," Bryan said.

"I'll think of a way for you to repay me," Chris couldn't resist
saying, turning to smile mischievously at the other man.

Bryan visibly flinched at that statement.

"I'm sorry," Chris quickly said in genuine regret. "I don't mean
it that way, Bryan, I - "

"No, I'm just tired and worried, that's all," Bryan said weakly.

The day turned out to be an exhausting blur of frantic events for
Bryan. He was somewhat embarrassed to admit to himself that Chris
did all the frantic running around while Bryan mostly listened,
watched, or followed. He was still in shock at Adam's
disappearance, and he couldn't help replaying the violent argument
he and Adam had hours before Adam vanished. Guilt tore at his
heart, causing self-loathing sobs to choke up in him. He felt
guilty for calling Adam a few really nasty things he wished he had
never did - in the heat of the moment, he had called Adam a fuck-
up that kept pissing away money that Bryan was ashamed of. It was
a despicable reaction on his part to cover up the panic he felt
when Adam accused him of wanting to sleep with Chris. Bryan
couldn't remember how that subject came up, it just did among the
many bitter words father and son flung at each other, but he had
instinctively tried to deny the accusation by hurting Adam in the
worst way possible. This guilt paralyzed his thoughts, trapping
him in self-loathing and guilt, and he was grateful that Chris was
more than capable to carry them this far.

He could only watch as Chris finished questioning the storekeeper
where Adam's credit card was last spent and watched as the woman
blushed at Chris' attractive grin. Chris really was a good-looking
bastard and he knew how to work his charms to his advantage.

Now, he lay on the motel bed and sighed. Maybe after a short nap
he would be able to function instead of being a dead weight to
Chris. Outside, it was night. Bryan could hear the shower being
turned off. How could Chris be humming fucking Bruce Springsteen
at a time like this? Bryan however clung to Chris' calm and
composed demeanor like a drowning man clinging to a lifeboat. He
was ashamed to admit that without Chris, he would be a babbling,
hysterical mess by now.

"Go to sleep, Bryan," Chris said as he walked into their bedroom.
"We'll check out the motels and inns tomorrow."

Bryan had to look, of course, and he was quite disappointed when
Chris wasn't naked like he half expected but clad in baggy shorts
and a white T-shirt that only hinted at his powerful musculature.
"Thank you," he said again to Chris. "You're a lifesaver."

"I'll do anything for you," Chris said. "And Adam," he added after
a heartbeat's pause.

Bryan sighed softly in pleasure as Chris climbed on the bed and
placed one arm around Bryan's waist. Was he evil to deliberately
press his back a little closer against Chris so that he could feel
those chiseled muscles of that torso against his back? Memories of
his fight with Adam - and the ugly accusations arose from Bryan's
denial of his attraction to Chris - rose like a gorge on his
throat, killing his desire, and Bryan realized that he was crying.
Chris raised his body and gently placed his hand on Bryan's chin
so that he could look at Bryan and gently wipe a tear away with
his thumb.

"I am attracted to you," Bryan confessed tearfully. "Adam knew it
and I drove him away because he knew."

"No, don't say that, Bryan," Chris said softly. "You love Adam, I
know that. You didn't drive him away."

"But I did," Bryan sobbed. And he told Chris everything - his
lust, his shame, and his cruel words, they all came up in a tumble
of jumbled words and tears. Throughout it all, Chris listened and
held him until Bryan ran out of words and tears, drained by his
confession. "Fuck me, Chris," Bryan blurted. He didn't care now if
he was being selfish, but he needed to forget for a while - he
needed Chris.

And Chris didn't say a word. He kissed Bryan silently, and he was
silent except for muted harsh breathings when his engorged cock
filled Bryan's aching emptiness. In the silence of the night,
their tongues mated in an erotic dance that mirrored the
increasingly urgent dance of their mating hips as Chris' cock
plunged and withdrew in Bryan's heated sheath. Only when Bryan
convulsed and cried out in his ecstasy and Chris finally spilled
his creamy fluids into Bryan that Chris finally groaned - a soft
but harsh sound of a man defeated at last. And when Bryan in
exhaustion managed to run his fingers through Chris' sweat-slicked
hair, he saw that Chris' beautiful blue eyes, once so alive with
confidence, were now dark with resignation. And Bryan felt that he
had somehow wounded Chris very badly, although he didn't know why
how he had inadvertently done so.



"Don't be sad." Sad - what an inadequate word, Bryan thought.
"Chris, what's wrong?"

Chris looked back at Bryan from where he was standing at the
window, looking out at nothing in particular, lost in his stormy
thoughts. "Did I do well last night?" he asked softly.

Taken aback by the man's steely vehemence in his voice, Bryan
decided to trot with utmost care. Chris' posture was rigid and
slightly trembling with barely restrained frustration. He looked
like a very dangerous predator trying to control himself. "Well?"
Bryan echoed, unable to comprehend Chris' mood.

"Did I fuck you good?" Chris asked with a snarl. "You are ashamed
of lusting after me, but you wanted me to fuck you anyway. So,
Bryan, did I go a good job at it?"

"Chris, I don't mean - "

"I hate people like you," Chris said furiously. "Did you know that
I was only thirteen when I fucked the butcher's wife so that I can
get some leftover meat to feed my family? She liked some young
meat and she offered me leftovers if I fucked her regularly and
good. Fucking people like you was how I got the money to feed
myself, school myself, hell, pay my way through college. I've
fucked pretty cheerleaders that liked me in the backseat of my car
but were ashamed to be seen with me in public. I've screwed men
that wanted my cock but hated the way they wanted me. I thought
you were different!"

"Don't shout at me," Bryan said, and to his surprise, Chris did.
The young man started to rake his fingers through his hair only to
change his mind and sat heavily on the bed. "I'm not ashamed of
what you are," Bryan explained, sitting beside the man. Chris
didn't flinch, so that was a good sign, Bryan guessed. "I'm
ashamed that me, a forty-something man, would want you because why
would you want someone like me, right? It's pathetic, I felt like
a dirty old man lusting after some young stud."

"I never think that you're too old," Chris said fiercely. "I don't
care about age. I don't give a damn that you don't have a rock
hard body or you aren't as young as me. You know what I want,
Bryan? I want you, all of you, the way that you are right now. I
like the lines around your eyes, Bryan, and I love every curve on
your body. Your beer belly is sexy, your rounded buttocks drive me
crazy so much that I want to push my face between them and eat
your ass, and fucking hell, Bryan, I love having so much of you to
hold and play with."

"Enough," Bryan said with a choked laugh. He laughed because
otherwise he would cry again in his screwed-up emotional state. "I
think I believe you."

"Don't be ashamed of me," Chris begged in a pleading whisper.

"I'm not," Bryan reassured him. "Now that I know how you feel,
I..." He sighed. There was always Adam to consider. Adam wouldn't
like this.

"If you will let me, I think it's time I let Adam know that he
should stop acting like some baby and be his own person," Chris
said. "We'll find him, Bryan," he said, correctly reading Bryan's
expression. "And once we do, I'll be happy to play a bigger role
in his life as someone more than a friend, maybe a father if you
will let me." He sighed and waited for Bryan to answer his unasked
question.

"We'll have to find him first," Bryan said. "And once we do, we'll
talk about us."

Chris nodded. "Fair enough," he said.

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you fuck me if you didn't want to?" Bryan asked.

"Because you needed me last night," Chris answered. "I have said
that I would do anything for you and I mean every word I said."
His heated gaze at Bryan were desirious, hungry, and pleading.
"You only have to ask and I will answer and obey always. I am
yours; you have absolute power over me, Bryan. What you want to
do, break me or make me, is up to you."




THREE

It was rather anticlimactic how they found Adam - stuck in jail
for creating a public disturbance in a wedding chapel. It turned
out that Adam invested in some ridiculous get-rich-quick scheme
despite Chris' advice and when he realized that he had been
cheated of his savings, he decided to come out all the way here to
confront the conmen and demand his money back.

Bryan watched as Adam and Chris argued. Or rather, Adam was trying
to provoke a fight but Chris, Bryan noticed, was slowly getting to
Adam and defusing the man's temper. Why hadn't he noticed this
before, that Chris was the perfect father figure for Adam despite
the two men's similar age? Chris told him the morning after they'd
slept together that he was twenty-four but he was much older in
thoughts and experiences than Adam. "You teach me to stop hating
before the hatred destroys me," Chris told Bryan. Now, Bryan found
himself seriously contemplating a relationship between him and
Chris. Adam might not like it, but maybe the both of them could
work things out with Adam.

He remembered what Chris told him about Adam wanting to earn his
approval by becoming just like him, and told Adam the best he
could that Adam didn't have to win his approval. Bryan told his
son that he was truly sorry for the things he told Adam during
their fight and Adam should just do what he really wanted to do in
life and Bryan would support him all the way. Right now Adam was
still too upset to listen or believe him, but Bryan hoped that
soon Adam would calm down and let Bryan's words sink in.

As Chris left them alone to settle their motel room bill, Bryan
told Adam that he really was attracted to Chris. "Does that
disgust you?" he asked Adam, pleading his son with his eyes to say
that it was okay for Bryan to sleep with Chris.

"No," Adam said finally. "Do what you want, Dad," he added. "And
it's obvious that Chris is crazy about you."

"Really?" Bryan couldn't help asking.

"Hell, he had to be. He is always talking about you. When we are
out with friends and we complain about our parents, Chris will
come out and defend you as the smartest man in the world. I
thought he was just being nice and fair like always, but last week
I came across. well, remember that time when we three went to
Bermuda for the holidays? You took a photo with him. Well, I saw
that photo framed at his bedside table and I knew then that he
likes you a lot."

"Oh." Bryan had been trying to adjust to his realization that
Chris' feelings for him went beyond superficial lust, but he still
felt some pangs of nervousness when he realized that Chris wanted
a kind of relationship that Bryan wasn't sure he could commit to.
Adam wasn't smiling when he told Bryan about Chris and the photo.
"Why are you so angry, Adam?" he asked.

"I screwed up, okay?" Adam snapped, jumping to his feet. "Doesn't
that make you and fucking Chris happy? Fuck, Dad, just once I wish
I can do something without having you guys saving me and letting
me know that you are always fucking right and I don't know
anything!"

"Maybe you're just not cut out - "

"Stop it," Adam said angrily. "I'm sick and tired of you two
telling me that I want to do this because I'm some stupid kid
wanting to be just like his father. It never occurred to you, Dad,
that I actually want to be a successful businessman? I followed
you around when I was a kid, Dad, and I watched you charm those
customers. I watched you work and guess what, Dad, I realized that
I loved doing those things that you did. I like doing what I do,
but I keep fucking up and I am tired of you guys telling me that I
should do something else." Adam sobbed and fell back on the seat.

"Adam, listen to me," Bryan said in his rare stern voice.

Adam looked at Bryan, as he always did when Bryan went into his
stern daddy mode.

"I'm not saying that you should give up if this is what you want
to do," Bryan told his son. "You must understand that I didn't
become successful overnight either. Before I went into real
estate, I had a few failures too. There were restaurant that
didn't work out and a construction firm that flopped after that. I
know what it feels like to fail, son. All I'm asking you is to use
your head and think before you make any decision. It is not some
sign of failure if you find yourself uncertain about certain
matters and have to ask me for help. I didn't become who I am
without getting help from others, Adam. You can ask for advice or
help from people that know more than you. I sure did when I went
into real estate and didn't know anything about the business. I
won't stop you from trying to be a businessman; all I'm asking is
to give me a chance to help you. You don't come to me when you
need help."

"No, I go to Chris," Adam muttered.

"I know Chris can come off as very arrogant," Bryan said with a
chuckle.

"He's actually worse than that," Adam said. "He thinks he is
always right. And the son of a bitch always is."

At least they were talking more calmly now, Bryan thought with
relief. "I am much more humble than Chris," he said simply.

"But you're my father," Adam said as if that explained everything.

Maybe it did. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you as much as I
should, Adam," Bryan told his son. "I spent too much time working,
I know, and when your mother died, I retreated even more into my
work. When you disappeared, I realized how selfish I had been to
think so much about my ownself without considering that you need
me to. I am very grateful to Chris because he is there for you
when I'm not."

"It's not so bad, Dad." Adam bit his lower lip. Both men weren't
used to talking so openly about their emotions. "I'm not a kid
anymore and I don't need constant babysitting."

"But I'll be here from now on if you need any help. You can ask
anything, Adam - money, advice, help, someone to talk to, maybe -
and I'll do my best to help you."

Adam nodded and they both lapsed into silence as none of them
could think of anything else that needed to be said.

"I'm not perfect and I won't be thinking less of you if you aren't
either," Bryan finally said. "I love you, kid, you know that,
right?"

"I guess this is where we hug each other and make up?" Adam asked,
trying to crack a joke although his voice cracked a little in the
process.

"Come over here and give your father a hug," Bryan said, following
his words with mock stern growl.

But both father and son's embrace was solid and lasted longer than
both men intended, the first step in a slow but steady
reconciliation for the both of them.



"You okay, Adam?" Chris asked as he sat down beside his friend on
the swing in the porch.

"Mom used to sit here with me and told me stories," Adam just
said.

"I'm sorry about your mother."

"And I really think you mean it," Adam said, turning to give Chris
an inscrutable look. "You really serious about my Dad?"

"Yeah," Chris said without hesitation.

"Fuck, it's quite disgusting."

"Because I'm sleeping with your Dad?"

"No, because the both of you are always right most of the time and
two of you together will be really insufferable to live with!"
Adam shook his head. "Why should I be disgusted with you and my
Dad sleeping together? I mean, it's not about the gay thing or we
won't be friends for this long. I have some doubts about the age
difference and hell, he is my Dad, Chris, and Dads aren't supposed
to have sex, right?"

"He is a really good fuck," Chris couldn't resist saying.

"I don't want to know," Adam cut in quickly. "Sheesh, Chris, you
could have had so many guys you wanted. You always dated those
guys around your age and I think all of them had been more
handsome than Dad. Why Dad, anyway?"

Chris shrugged. "He and I can talk about things and I respect him,
I guess. I can't imagine being with anyone else after meeting your
Dad. And I'm sorry to say this, but I think your Dad's sexy as
hell too."

"Man, you're weird."

"Do you hate me, Adam?" Chris asked softly.

Adam didn't answer for a while. "Sometimes, I think," he said
finally. "There are times when you get along with Dad so well,
better than I ever could, and I hate that. You're so fucking
perfect, Chris - you're gorgeous, smart, athletic, and people
adore you. I don't know why you become my friend and introduce me
to all the cool people, and while I'm grateful for what you did
for me, I sometimes hate you, yeah. Because I want to be like you
and I can't."

Chris would never tell Adam about his aborted plan to seduce Adam
for his own cruel games. Instead, he told Adam how he wasn't
perfect. Holding nothing back, he told Adam about his less than
pristine past, such as how his sold his body for money and food
until he finally had saved enough money to quit the sordid
business, his hatred for himself and the people he serviced that
spilled over onto everyone he met that he deemed more privileged
than he was, and his cruel games of seduction, and finally, his
self-loathing at what he had become to be where he was today.

"You're jealous of me?" Chris said, trying to keep his tone light-
hearted. "I'm jealous of you too. You didn't have to do the things
I did to survive. I envy you, Adam, because you can still laugh
and have fun without wondering whether there is a price to pay for
the happier moments in your life. Maybe that's why I want to be
your friend, Adam. You remind me to keep laughing. You and Bryan
both taught me to stop thinking that the world is against me and
that I can stop thinking that I must hurt people first before they
manage to hurt me." He turned to look at Adam, pleading at the man
with his eyes. "Please, Adam, let me be with your father. I'm
asking you this because I am crazy about your father more than
anything, hell, I don't think I'm crazy about myself this much
like I'm crazy about your father. But I need to know that I will
still be your friend after what happened between me and your
father."

"I..." Adam was at a loss for words. "I never imagine that you
care about my feelings this much," he said his thoughts aloud.

"We've been friends for years," Chris reminded him. "I can't be
free to be with your father unless I know that you're okay with
this."

"Well, okay, I guess," Adam said. "You're both grown-ups anyway."

Adam looked startled at how Chris relaxed after Adam had spoken.
Chris only smiled at him, his smile without its usual hint of self-
effacing bitterness, and said simply, "Thank you."



Chris' urgent moans rose in a masculine crescendo into a powerful
roar of male triumph as he gripped Bryan's thighs hard and rammed
his cock hard into Bryan's climaxing fleshy anus. As he began
pumping in short, hard thrusts, he felt his nuts tightened as the
powerful surge of orgasm crashed against the dam of his control,
shattered it and causing his semen to spew in fiery spurts with
each thrust of his cock. The bed rattled in protest as the two men
coupled lustily, the motions of their mating hips never stopping
even as Chris smoothly turned them around so that Bryan was now
stradding him on top.

Bryan gripped the headboard of his bed and pressed his chin
against the wall, crying out the obscene things he wanted Chris to
keep doing to him as he let the lingering esctasy from his last
orgasm slowly ebb even as he began riding his virile young lover's
still hard cock in a frenzy he had never experienced before. Chris
reached out from behind to play with Bryan's sensitized nipples as
his hips rose and fell to meet Bryan's ass pounding up and down on
his cock, his mouth greedily suckling on the flesh of Bryan's
back, leaving reddened French kiss bruises on the skin until Bryan
just had to felt that clever mouth on his nipples. Chris protested
when Bryan lifted himself off that cock, only to be placated when
Bryan turned around so that he was facing Chris before feeding
that cock back into his greedy ass. And then Bryan was in heaven
as an orgy of pleasurable sensations tore through his body,
pulsing from his nipples being sucked and teased by Chris' mouth
and fingers to his burning prostate stimulated by Chris'
increasingly violent fucking.

It was almost ten in the morning when Chris finally fell back,
exhausted and drained, onto Bryan's back after sending Bryan
nearly into a swoon. Bryan could only lie on the bed and looked at
the ceiling, thinking that wow, he couldn't remember having so
many orgasms in one single romp in the bed before. How many did he
have? He lost count after eleven. His body was so sensitized by
the pleasure overload, his ass was wonderfully sore, and he
couldn't move a muscle if he wanted to because he was so drained,
so satiated, and feeling never more alive. Chris, being younger
and hence more energetic, was nonetheless flushed and his cock was
truly flaccid this time as he placed his left arm possessively
over Bryan's waist as the man snuggled close to Bryan. Chris'
thigh grazed his balls as he lifted it over Bryan's right thigh -
damn, his testicles felt as if he had drained every drop in them.

Bryan looked at his handsome young man and to his surprise, felt
the first stirrings of his rekindled desire as he studied the
man's well-muscled body, the golden tanned skin slick with sweat,
and at Chris' stunningly handsome face, into eyes that seemed to
gaze right into Bryan's soul. He let his hand graze Chris' slicked
wet and matted pubic hair and his fingers began teasing that
reddened fuckjuice-covered cock that had fucked him so well.

"Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready," Chris said with a groan
and a smile.

Bryan kissed him hungrily, and Chris was more than ready in three
minutes.
