Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2007 18:43:25 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Other Little House 17-19

Chapter 17
Brent Returns



The sound of the door closing below the loft brought me back to the
present. I heard Brent bank the fire and put some stuff away downstairs
before the ladder creaked with his weight as he climbed up to the loft. I
couldn't figure out why for sure, but I was suddenly terrified. My body
trembled with each loud step of his boots across the planks of the loft
floor and my heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

Laying on my side in the down bed, I listened to him walk across the
floor behind me and on into the moonlit open end of the room where his
wardrobe was set against the wall next to the glass glazed window.
Watching him get slowly undressed in the bright moonlight seemed to calm
me as his male magnificence was once again bared to my eyes. My erection
throbbed between my thighs as my mind began to swirl with thoughts of how
kind and caring this man was and how truly beautiful and perfect his body
seemed to be. I've been to bed with hundreds of men and seen even more
completely naked, but I'd never seen anyone who so closely approached my
ideal of masculine beauty.

Tall compared to me at about six foot four, he really didn't seem that
tall until you realized how beefy his body really was. Curly black hair
glinted in the moonlight across the hard flat expanse of chest that
supported a truly massive set of shoulders. As much as his abdomen
narrowed down to his solid set waist, it was hard to realize that his
belly was wider than many men's chests. His upper body was perfectly
proportioned, just much larger than seemed possible. His loins were
supported by thick muscular columns of rock hard muscle that flexed and
twisted with every movement he made. His knees were solid looking and the
curve of his calves was a delight to behold. His large feet were finely
formed with good strong arches, his toes agile and active as he moved
around.

The thick, curly mat of hair on his chest narrowed to a single narrow
line that reached down across the ripples of his tight abdomen to his
neatly formed belly button. Below the whorl of his dished flat
bellybutton, the glory trail of blue-black strands continued downward to
meet the small, neatly formed tangle of the deep furred pubic patch.
Flowing smoothly from below the pubic patch was a set of masculine organs
that matched the heroic proportions of the rest of his body. Very wide in
relationship to the six inch hang of flaccid meat, his penis was covered
with pale, fine appearing skin that terminated in a loose foreskin that
completely covered the wide head that bulged under the restraining skin.
Thick, bulging veins accenting the fineness of the pellucid skin. A pair
of large ovoids hung well below the end of his foreskin in a loose
hairless sack of fine pale skin.

As he began walking back towards the bed, the shadowing and brightening
of reflected moonlight off of his organs as they moved between his
flexing thighs entranced me with their beauty and mystery. Brent moved
behind me and I went rigid with sudden fear as I felt him lower himself
into the other side of the large bed. With an economy of motion, he
arranged himself for sleep and was soon softly snoring.  I lay awake
trying to figure out my feelings for Brent as his body heat diffused
under the covers and slowly relaxed me into a deep and, for once,
dreamless sleep.

I awoke in the morning cuddled up against Brent's warm body. His arms
surrounding me in a protective embrace, my face burrowed into the scented
hair of his chest, our legs entangled and our morning erections heatedly
lying against each other. As I moved to disentangle myself from Brent's
embrace, he awoke and rolled to his back, stretching and yawning like
some huge cat. He pulled his arm out from under my head and stood up in
the bed. As he stepped over me out of the bed I was treated to a look up
between the thick columns of his legs to the massive distention jutting
from his loins. In erection his member looked to be eight or eight and a
half inches long and very, very wide and rigid.

Brent reached under a small washstand and pulled out a chamberpot.
Without paying any particular attention to me he pulled back his foreskin
and bent his penis down to point into the chamberpot and, after some
effort, managed to begin peeing into the container with a loud splashing
sound and a deep sigh of relief. He pee'd for a long time and his organ
was soft when he finally finished. He flicked off the last few drops and
rearranged his foreskin over the head of his penis before turning and
asking me if I needed help with the chamberpot.

I was feeling somewhat enervated from having been so sick, but certainly
strong enough to take care of myself. I climbed out of bed and bashfully
took the chamberpot from Brent. With hardly a glance at my naked body, he
turned and walked to his wardrobe and began dressing in Levi's and a
brightly colored shirt. Between watching Brent's masculine body and
thinking about pissing into the warm container of his urine, I was having
a hell of a time loosing enough of my erection to begin peeing myself. I
had just managed to start peeing when Brent walked over and put his hand
on my shoulder. The surge of erection shut off my flow again.

"I'll get breakfast started," Brent said. "I hung your clothes on the
right side of the wardrobe. Come on downstairs when you're dressed."

Once I heard Brent working downstairs it took about three strokes for me
to add a large quantity of white to the yellow already in the chamberpot.
The shuttering relief allowed me to finish peeing. I stood bemused before
the wardrobe, touching Brent's clothes with one hand and mine with the
other, wondering at the significance of Brent making room in his wardrobe
for my clothes.

I shook my befuddled head to clear it and got dressed. Carrying the
chamberpot, I carefully climbed down the ladder and asked Brent where the
outhouse was. He pointed to the back (North) door of the house and I went
out and emptied the chamberpot. I washed it with water from a valve in
the outhouse. Unlike most prairie houses, Brent had installed a wind
driven water pump and a water tower and piping to the kitchen, outhouse
and barn. I was even more impressed by my gentle giant. I put the
chamberpot away upstairs and joined Brent for breakfast. Fresh eggs and
thick slices of home cured ham and fried potatoes made a wonderful
breakfast to my fully recovered appetite.

After breakfast Brent washed and I dried. Then I followed Brent outside
and tried to help him with chores. It was pretty hard to separate the
milk cow from her calf so we could have milk and butter again, but we
managed that and started in on the many small tasks that had accumulated
since Brent had left on his trip. By time the sun was well up and it was
getting pretty hot I started feeling woozy and weak. Brent asked me what
was wrong and I just said that I was a little dizzy and asked if it would
be OK if I went into the house for a little while. After having worked
silently all morning, Brent opened up and checked to make sure I was OK
and said to go inside out of the sun and that he'd check on me later.

When Brent came into the house a little after noon I was cleaning out
some of the accumulated dirt that most bachelors never seem to care
about. The smell of fresh bread cooling on the sideboard mixed warmly
with the vapors from the kettle of jerky stew simmering in the fireplace.
Brent stood there stunned, looking at the clean room and smelling the
fresh food. I told him to wash his hands and then sit down at the trestle
table. While Brent was washing I sliced bread and fried it in butter I'd
made from the little bit of milk we'd gotten that morning. When the bread
was browned I made sandwiches with ham I'd already put in the oven, fresh
tomato slices and watercress I'd found down at the stream. I served the
sandwiches, two for Brent and one for me, with glasses of fresh
buttermilk left over from my butter making efforts. Brent cautiously
tasted the sandwich and then ravenously devoured both of them, drinking
three glasses of the thick buttermilk.

When he was done Brent leaned back and let out a loud belch and then
looked around his house. After surveying the results of my mornings work
he said, "You know, you'd make someone just about a perfect wife."

I dropped my eyes to my plate and, before I could even think, I mumbled,
"I wouldn't mind being your wife."

Brent stared at me and I blushed bright red in embarrassment. This guy
had taken care of me and I really cared about him and now I was trembling
in fear that I had made him angry at me for telling him how I felt.

"Maybe it's time we talked," Brent said. "Why don't you tell me how it
was you ended up being a whore for those men?"

I forced myself to look up at Brent and saw what I had heard in his
voice. Nothing but honest interest. No anger or disgust or teasing. Just
a man wanting to know how another man ended up being fucked by a bunch of
dirty cowboys. I took a deep breath and began talking, telling Brent
about my childhood and about how I had learned to love men and what I had
had to do to stay alive.

It was dusk by time my story was finished. We had sat across from each
other at the table the whole time and Brent had even told me a bit about
himself. How he'd been raised by his father and older brothers after his
mother died, and his estrangement from them when he refused to get
married when they wanted him too. He also told me he was still a virgin,
having refused to bed the whores his father and brothers tried to put him
with.

Brent went down to the barn to feed the stock and make sure they had
plenty of water and I got dinner ready. Slices of fresh bread and the
rest of the butter served with iced tea and bowls of the savory stew I'd
made with dried beef jerky, Fresh vegetables from Brent's truck garden
and some root crops I'd found stored in the big root cellar behind the
house. When Brent came back from the barn, I made him wash up again and
we talked some more during dinner.



Chapter 18
Brent Bathes Us



After dinner I washed the dishes while Brent played some tunes on his
guitar. He was quite good and his playing made clean-up go quickly. When
I was done it was nearly dark and Brent asked me if I wanted to bathe
before going to bed. A cowboy that liked to stay clean! I told him that I
liked to stay clean and that, if he didn't mind I'd very much like to
take a bath. He smiled at me and got a couple of big cotton towels out of
one of the low cabinets lining the walls.

We walked by the barn on the way to the bathing pool and my filly and
Brent's big stallion came over to the fence and nickered at us. Having
planned ahead (I'm actually pretty good at that) I pulled a couple of
carrots that I'd saved from making dinner out of my back pocket and
handed one to Brent and we gave our horses the treats. Champing and
munching, the horses backed up from the fence nodding their heads up and
down in pleasure, Laughing at their antics we headed off down the side of
the barn. My filly nickered at me and I turned to look at her straining
at the fence. I told Brent that she was used to being near me and would
it be OK if I let her follow us. He smiled at me and said that his
stallion was just about as spoiled as my filly, but he let down the bars
of the gate and both horses stepped over them and followed us down to the
stream.

We walked down to the stream accompanied by chomp-chomp-chomping sounds
mixed with the almost soundless thud of shod hooves on the deep soil. The
moon was just past full, casting silver light over the shimmering sward
and ghostly bushes. The air was warm and softly fluid, caressing our
skins with the soft scent of spring blossoms and growing grass.
Whippoorwills and meadowlarks competed with each other to bring music to
the evening and a fox barked in counterpoint. The burbling of the stream
got louder and Brent stopped on the bank and took a deep breath of the
fine air. He just stood there, looking over his land and radiating
pleasure. I just watched quietly until he turned and smiled at me.

"Come on. Let's get wet," he said as he started to strip off his clothes.

I stood there bemused long enough that he was completely stripped while I
was still trying to get my boots off with my pants around my ankles. It
was stupid of me to trap myself like that, but I wasn't thinking very
clearly. Bent over and off balance I wasn't ready for my filly, looking
for another carrot, as she bumped her nose into where my back pocket
should have been. I fell forward into Brent and had to grab his naked
legs to keep from falling on my face. Brent took me by the shoulders and
stood me back upright and laughed at me.

"I didn't know your filly was a matchmaker!" he laughed as he went down
the bank and waded into the pool of hot water.

I turned around a glared my disapproval at the little filly. She just
nodded her head up and down like she was laughing at me. The stallion
just stood there staring with the moonlight glinting in his eyes. I just
shook my head and sat down on the grassy bank to get my boots and pants
off. I put my socks over the tops of the boots to keep the bugs and
snakes out and to let the socks dry and noticed that Brent had done the
same thing. I stood back up and Brent shouted, "Come on slowpoke. The
water's great!" I ran and jumped from half-way down the bank,
belly-flopping into the water with a great splash.

That was enough for the horses. They turned and waded across the stream
to a lush stand of grass and began cropping the new growth with gusto.
Brent wiped the water off his face and out of his eyes and began
splashing me. That quickly lead to a major water fight with the horses
watching in disapproval. Brent finally tackled me and tried to hold me
underwater. I think it surprised him how easily I escaped. He tried to
grab me again and I easily evaded him. He kept trying to get me and I'd
let him get a hold of me just so I could show him how easily I could get
away from him. Brent finally tired and said that we should get cleaned
up. I laughed at him and teased him, saying he couldn't get me, no matter
what.

Quick as a snake striking, his hand whipped out and his hard hand caught
me right across the butt. I jumped up in the air and yelped. That really
hurt! He grinned at me and asked me if I wanted to get cleaned up now or
did I want  to play around some more. I agreed that getting washed up was
probably a good idea. We walked down into the deep spot and soaked in the
steaming hot water for a few minutes. Brent got up and took some more
soaproot out of his cache and pounded it to turn it into a soapy mass. He
started to wash himself but I came up behind him and took the soap from
his hand and started to wash his back. I really got into washing Brent.
Enjoying the tight musculature under the smooth skin and the
smooth-rough-hard feel of him His shoulders and back were no problem but
he had to bend his knees a bit so I could wash his neck. He was a little
bit ticklish as I washed his armpits, but he settled right down when I
playfully slapped his behind.

I washed down his arm and became fascinated by his sensitive hand. I just
kept washing his hand over and over until he reached up and touched my
cheek with his soapy fingers. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled at
me. I can point to that moment, that exact instant when I became totally
his. I suddenly knew the difference between being in lust with someone
and being in love with them. And it hurt. I knew that if I said anything
that he would turn his back on me and I would have to leave.

I continued to carefully wash Brent in a confused daze. I wanted Brent to
want me, to need me, so bad that my heart was gripped with pain. My whole
chest hurt from the turmoil in my chest and stomach. A tremendous fear of
losing Brent, of driving or scaring him off seemed to enfold my mind and
drive me into a panic reaction. I was like two people. The person washing
Brent was an automaton, repeating a service it had done for many males
and a few females in my short life. The other person, me, myself was
withdrawn deeply within myself, terrified of reality and the very real
possibility of being alone and used for the rest of my life. I existed
within a fog of confusion by emotions I didn't know I was capable of
having. Casual sex? Yes. Joyful sex? Yes. Weird and perverse acts for the
pure pleasure involved? Yes. Subservient? Yes. Dominant? Yes. Actually
caring about someone--- one-to-one--- and having them care about me?
AGGGGHH!!! I'm afraid. What if he doesn't want me? Why would he want me?
I'm nothing? A thing to be used and discarded. A moments pleasure or
release in a harsh world I don't really fit into.

When my eyes finally refocused I was on my knees washing Brent's powerful
legs. The nose of Brent's broad, half-erect organ rippled into focus
filling my vision, all else fading into insignificance. My hands quit
their work and slid up the backs of Brent's hairy, soapy legs and gripped
the back of his thighs just below the outward curve of fully molded
buttocks. Entranced by the half-hooded curve of Brent's manhood,
everything left my mind except the overpowering need to worship the
perfection dangled before my soul. Without thought or volition on my part
my tongue crossed the inch of space between my swollen lips and the tiny
pouted lips that glistened before me, to touch. To barely touch the
shining half-drop of crystal tear beading across the opening into Brent's
body. The retreat of taste from tongue to mouth, heady odor swelling and
spreading to fill and permeate my membranes, my body, my mind and my
volition.

My jaw sagged open as, without movement, Brent and I moved together. My
hot, dry/moist blood throbbing swollen lips touched. Felt. Brushed
against the tender velvet tenderness of soft loose tissue. Sliding it
backwards as heated flesh entered me, filled me, touched me with
sensitive skin that had never contacted another human. Filling, swelling
in my mouth to embrace all of me from within. Trembling hands caressing
the hair on the back of my head as, without effort, the rampant flesh
slid within me, the shaft filling my mouth as my throat was engorged with
the sturdy male thickness that expanded me to the exact limits of my
natural capacity. We were an exact fit to each other!

My lips slid into place as my nose buried itself in warm curly hair and
Brent's testicles draped themselves across my chin, enveloping my lower
lip as his hair covered and molded itself to my upper lip. The swelling
in my throat reached its nadir and a deep humming moan filled my body as
Brent molded himself to me and surged his maiden tribute deeply within
me. Trembling violently, every muscle I could feel rigid in tetany, Brent
rose to his toes and spent his virginity down my throat and into my
spirit.

No matter his reaction to having had sex with another man. No matter that
he would reject me. Nothing mattered except that I was his and that he
had shared this slice of eternity with me. That, for this moment, he was
mine ^× and I was his.



Chapter 19
I Succumb



Minutes, hours, an eternity later, hands clenched in my hair drug me off
of the swollen plug that slithered across my tongue leaving a trail of
pearlescent virgin fluid that seemed to burn its way into my testicles. I
didn't care if Brent beat me senseless, I didn't care if he beat me to
death. I had tried to show him my love in the only way I knew how and now
I was willing to pay the consequences.

Brent lifted me without apparent effort until only my tip-toes were
touching the sandy bottom of the hot pool. The hand twined in my hair
pulled my head back as his other hand came forward and gripped my jaw,
covering my face in the massive paw. Without warning Brent's lips
descended and covered mine in gentle benediction. Tears leaking from my
eyes, my arms slid up Brent's broad back as my body melded softly into
the curve of Brent's hard body, trapping his still rampant erection
between us as my mouth opened to his gently questing tongue.

I was completely lost in the embrace of my lover and his overwhelming
presence as his tongue and free hand began to explore my body with the
awkwardness of a man seeking for that which he knew not. I used all the
strength of my healing body to guide and assist him in his exploration.
Tongue seeking tongue, sharing his seed with him and pushing the
undulating tip into the recesses of my mouth. Heatedly invading his mouth
to show him the most sensitive and reactive spots and surfaces. Sucking
on his tongue as lewdly as possible to demonstrate my passion and joy.
Accepting every touch of his totally, accepting every movement, every
slightest desire, not only with pleasure, but with urgent need.

Brent gasped for air and shuddered, laying me back against the sun warmed
stone couch as he sank to his knees and pressed me to the rock with the
weight of his body, covering me with the steaming body heat of a young
man deeply lost in post-virginal passion. His hand slid down my side,
seeking to know every part of me. As his hand touched my buttock my legs
spread and lifted to stroke his sides and stimulate my stallions
sensitive flanks and back. His reaction was as inevitable as it was
natural. Muscles contracting as his loins surged forward and the nose of
his flagrantly rampant tool battered above and below and around my
opening.

My left hand and legs soothed and calmed him as my right hand sought and
cradled the heavy weight of his turgid maleness, gentling it and guiding
it home, guiding it to the portal it sought in natural wonder. Weeping
snout touching ointment healed tissues that eagerly opened before their
master as it sought, begged and then demanded entrance. I relaxed under
my man as completely as possible, knowing that his blood bloated member
was larger around than anything that had ever entered me. Joy filled me
as I felt myself opening to encompass his untoward girth. Without
prevarication or guile this natural sought to join with me in the most
complete and intimate of human interactions. Penetrating me as one lover
does another. Seeking union with me, not from the lust of his gonads but
from the deep seated need of his soul -- and mine.

Cogent thought left me as Brent took me as a man takes his lover.
Powerfully and with overwhelming strength of body, mind and soul.
Penetrating my body with his, my senses with his masculinity, my mind
with his mind and body and strength. His eyes bored into mine and a
deepset moan rolled outwards from him as he seated himself completely
within me. Sucking great lungfuls of air, he bit and sucked at my mouth
and lips, my ears and neck, licking and nibbling my face and nape.
Plunging his tongue deeply within me as his loins strained from side to
side, driving himself even deeper within me, his loose sack covering my
buttocks with a warm film. My eyes rolled back as I filled with my
lover's body so perfectly. Without pain or lack, I filled completely and
perfectly to my capacity. Physically, his organ and my sheath were exact
fits for each other.

I panicked as he withdrew, fearful of losing any part of the ecstasy
exploding throughout my entire being. The suction of his motion increased
the sensations from my gut and the pressure of his return sent me
spinning into unknown realms of sensation. Brent began a steady in and
out motion that quickly had us both grappling with each other in wanton
need. I arched up into him solidly as he began to thrust more and more
firmly, retreating at the same slow, steady speed but plunging into me
with more and more force as we heated and sweated all over each other.

Brent finally seemed to realize that he couldn't hurt me and sank his
teeth into the webbing between my neck and shoulder as he began pounding
into me faster and harder. I returned the favor by biting and sucking at
his neck in mindless frenzy. I was being fucked! Really fucked! Royally
FUCKED! This was what I'd always sought. A man who could treat me like a
man. A man who could fill me entirely and fuck me with all his
considerable power. Battering at me as hard as I was battering at him.
Fucking me with a cock as strong as my asshole. Plowing my furrow and
pounding my ass with his heavy eggs with a demanding strength that
matched my need.

Fucking. Humping. Pounding and groping at each other. Straining to
completion but putting it off in deep appreciation of the wonder of the
act itself. This virgin was fucking me better and longer than any of my
much more accomplished lovers had ever managed. I wanted this to never
end^×but felt his balls quit pounding my butt and spine as they withdrew
into firing position. My stud was going to service me with his male
essence for the first time and I eagerly sought this final expression of
his masculinity. Clamping my anal muscles, I used my abdominal muscles to
suck the cum out of his body.

Thrashing and then convulsing with full body contractions, Brent hunched
into my ass and wildly exploded great wads of thick, viscid, near
steaming sperm all over my insides. The new slickness aiding him as he
withdrew almost completely out of me so that he could plunge fuck back
into me for the next violent group of explosions. Three times, and then
finally a weaker fourth time he did this, pouring as much juice into me
each time as any two men normally put inside me during orgasm. I was to
find that this was not extraordinary for my stalwart lover, he was always
capable of producing huge amounts of sperm and pre-cum unless I kept him
constantly bled down. His balls were very active and replenished the
supply to full unless I had him involved in an all-day fuck session.

Panting and howling, we both exploded the last of our juice, his dregs
oozing into me as mine added to the sweaty slickness between us. Limp,
his overheated body fell on top of me and lay there quiescent except for
occasional shudders that trembled through his supine form.

At peace, I lay beneath Brent, slowly stroking and caressing him as a
satisfied hum rose from my throat. I found that I could support his
weight without discomfort, deeply satisfied as I lay beneath him like
this. Gradually his breathing deepened and calmed, and he slept.

It was still warm as the sun began to lower in the western sky. Brent
stirred and my legs, still draped over his waist and buttocks, tightened
lest he inadvertently escape from me. "Oh my God," he breathed as his
awareness returned. He lifted his head and stared into my eyes before
brushing my lips with his. My lips quickly reacted, swelling and pouting
for more contact which he cautiously applied. I opened my mouth to him
and his kiss quickly moved from tender to passionate as his stomach
muscles tightened, pressing his loins into me. Rapidly spasming against
my butt as though he were ending an orgasm instead of just beginning,
Brent began an age old ritual. Making love to me. Exploring our bodies
and reactions and capacity. Feeling me with cock, hands and mind as he
tested and tried all of my responses to his happily aggressive attacks
and pressures.

The sun was well down before he took my jaw between his teeth and pounded
my behind to completion for him, and the end of a long series of orgasms
for me. I passed out as I felt him filling me once again with his hot
sperm.

When I awoke, he kissed my lips and asked me if I were OK. I smiled at
him and nodded my head. He slowly and carefully withdrew his flaccid but
still bloated organ from within me. As his no longer distended ridge
pulled through the rings of my anus, pearly fluid seeped from me as my
hole slowly began closing its puffed and swollen lips.

Brent lifted me and dunked us into the hot water and then he held me as
he carefully and thoroughly washed me. As much exploring my body as
cleaning it, he ran his broad hands all over me in the slickness of the
soaproot lather, even using his fingers to carefully clean and explore
the channel he had used so thoroughly. When he finally finished he rinsed
me off and carried me over to our shallow resting place where I curled up
into his side and placed my upper leg over and then between his legs
before I nuzzled into his side and dozed off again.

I awoke feeling my hair being pulled. I looked up only to see a huge
beast looming over me. I shrieked and jumped backwards to my feet,
pulling my attacker into the hot pool. Brent came to his feet and was
ready to fight before he even actually woke up. The beast climbed out of
the water and back on top of the boulder, shaking water from its coat and
chittering at us in an angry tone. Brent looked at what was now apparent
as a huge boar raccoon and then at me and then back at the chittering
masked bandit and started to laugh. Brent finally explained that
"Raffles" was a semi-pet that he had raised from an abandoned kit he had
found several years ago. By time Raffles and I had been formally
introduced, I was ready for bed. We got out of the water and Brent and I
dried each other off and Brent used his towel to get Raffles mostly dry.
We picked up our clothes and walked naked back to the house followed by
Raffles and the two horses.

I made hot cocoa for Brent and me and gave Raffles an apple and a piece
of bacon as a token of friendship. He decided that he liked me after all.
I dipped my fingers into the container of stove grease and went out to
the outhouse for a few minutes where I carefully re-lubricated myself.
Brent and I talked for a while as Raffles gleefully crunched his apple.
Topics of conversation were getting thin when Raffles polished off the
last of his snack and ambled off to a corner where he pulled one of the
cabinet drawers open and climbed inside and curled up into a warm ball of
fur. Apparently that was his normal denning place and he thought it was
bed time.

Shyly, Brent said that maybe it was bedtime for us too. I agreed and put
the cocoa cups into the sink to soak before starting up the ladder to the
loft.  Brent was right behind me and as my behind rose to the level of
his face he reached forward and caressed the cheek of my ass. Quickly, he
planted a kiss on the globe of my other cheek and came up behind me on
the ladder. We climbed with his body covering mine as though I were a
small child that had to be protected during such a dangerous climb.

When I got to the top of the ladder I turned and waited for Brent, who
quickly kissed me and then climbed into his down bed, holding the covers
up for me. I climbed over him and under the covers lying near him, but
without touching. We lay there listening to each others breathing and
feeling our body warmth seeping beneath the covers and warming the bed.

Finally, Brent reached forward and touched my lips with his fingertips
and then touched my cheek. "I need you." we both said at the same time.
Releasing  his shyness, Brent laughed "Yes, I need you," as he crawled
over me. As he mounted me, my legs lifted up and he penetrated me fully.
His weight settled on me and I sighed in satisifaction.

Brent made love to me all night long. On top of me, beside me, with me on
my back or side or belly or on my hands and knees, either working myself
over him or with him on my back like a stallion breeding a mare. He
lifted me so he could stand on the bed and pound me into his groin as I
hung from his neck. He filled me over and over and I reached a point
where his slightest movement would start yet another orgasm tht began
deep in my belly and then coursed through my body. The sun was just
lightening the room as he pinned me on my back, holding my legs beside my
head on the mattress as he pounded my cum drenched ass with his raw,
swollen organ and tongue fucked my mouth with his long tongue.

So Brent took me to be his spouse; his partner; his lover...

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