Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2001 17:38:00 EST
From: Gojenngo@aol.com
Subject: Legacy Series - Part 3

Legal disclaimer: This story contains detailed description of sex between
men.  Do not read any further if it is illegal for you to do so, i.e.,
either you're under the legal age or you are in a location that prohibits
using the net for pornographic purposes.

Do not copy without permission from the author.

Note: This is the third part in a series; part one is titled "Out of
Control" and can be found in the bisexual section.  Part two, which
describes a heterosexual incident between Jack and Jena, was not submitted.
If you'd like to read it email me and I will send you a copy.

SUNSET MOON

Jack's efforts at getting himself back on an even keel were turning out
less than successful.  He ordered an earlier dinner for Dillon and himself
to be served in his chambers after which he planned to loose himself in his
favorite companion.

Dillon was his usual charming self, attentive throughout the meal and
intelligent in his conversation yet Jack found his thoughts returning again
and again to a small clearing beside the lake.  He wasn't sure how much
time had passed before he realized that the room had grown silent.  Even
then it wasn't until Dillon finally asked him a second time that he
realized he'd been asked a question.

"I'm sorry, Dillon.  What did you ask me?"

Dillon's angelic face showed a slight frown.  "I asked if something is
bothering you?  You've been distant and quiet all night.  If you're not up
to company I can return to my suite."

Jack gave him a small smile.  "I'm sorry to have neglected you this
evening.  I've got a lot on my mind."  He wasn't ready to share his
thoughts and feelings regarding Jena with any one, least of all Dillon.
Dillon was insightful and it wouldn't take long for him to figure out the
direction of Jack's thoughts.

"Why don't I pour you another glass of wine and take myself off."

"The wine would be nice but I would prefer you stay."

"Of course."  Dillon reached across the table and filled Jake's glass but
before he could take a drink Dillon was standing beside him holding out his
hand.

Jack stood, taking Dillon's hand and let himself be drawn into the living
room.  Jack's private quarter occupied the entire west wing of the house.
The rest was divided into three floors; the first floor consisted of a
formal dining room, sitting room, library, and study.  The second floor
provided several suites of various sizes for guests and the third floor
housed the household support staff.  There was also an extensive wine
cellar and an indoor swimming pool.  Dillon, who was the only Servant
living in the main house, had his own set of rooms down the hall.

Dillon was aware of the fact that Jack was otherwise occupied.  It was
unusual, but not unheard of, for Jack to be distracted by business matters.
When that happened he was better left alone but for whatever reason he'd
made it abundantly clear that he wished for company.

The sun was starting to set and the wide bay windows on the west side of
Jack's private sitting room provided a spectacular view of the mountains.
The southern California desert turned into a sea of fire and the sun
settled.  Dillon was content to sit beside Jack and watch the last of the
day sink into the horizon.

The couch was deep and sat low to the ground.  Dillon sat sideways, one leg
tucked under the other with one arm resting on the back of the couch.
Absently, he tangled his fingers through Jack's black hair before letting
the silky strands flow through his fingers.

Jack felt the last of his tension drain away with the soothing touch of
Dillon's hands.  He closed his eyes and let his head fall back.  For a
moment Dillon cradled his head in the palm of his hand, tightening his hold
on Jack's hair.  It was a brief show of strength, dominance that was gone
in a flash and before Jack could reassert his position of power Dillon had
moved to kneel on the floor in front of him.

Jack opened his eyes and gazed down at the one person that meant the most
to him.  In his own way Jack cared deeply for his personal companion and no
matter what the future brought Dillon would always have a place with him.
With a touch of tenderness in his eyes, Jack reached out his hand and
placed his palm gently against Dillon's cheek.

Dillon smiled up at him as Jack brushed his thumb across his skin.  His
light coloring prevented any real beard so his skin was relatively smooth.
Leaning forward, Dillon slipped his hands under Jack's shirt until he
encountered warm, smooth skin.  Jack's stomach was flat and firm and the
muscles clenched beneath his touch.  Without taking his eyes off Jack,
Dillon trailed his fingertips up along his ribs and towards the center of
his chest.  From there he swept his hands out towards the side until he
encountered two, small male nipples.

Jack moaned deep in his throat as Dillon brushed his already sensitive
buds.  The sensation of his nipples being pinched and pulled was
intensified by the love and devotion he saw in Dillon's eyes.  Jack saw
everything Dillon was feeling in those blue depths.

After pulling Jack's shirt up over his head, Dillon placed his hands on
Jack's knees and slowly slid them up to the top of his thighs.  Bracing
himself, he bent his head and placed small, delicate kisses on Jack's
stomach, following the line of the waistband of his jeans.

Eye contact no longer an option, Jack closed his eyes and threaded his
right hand in Dillon's hair while his left clutched the couch.  His stomach
muscles were locked tight and each kiss sent little shocks of pleasure
coursing through his body.  His cock was already swollen and straining
against the front of his jeans.  All thoughts of Jena had fled, his mind
completely centered on Dillon and following the progression of his mouth.

As Dillon moved up along Jack's torso his kissed came harder, his lips
slightly parted and his tongue darting out to sample the slightly salty
taste of Jack's skin.  Reaching Jack's navel, Dillon circled it with his
tongue before thrusting it into the small, delicate hole.

Moaning, Jack's grip on Dillon's hair tightened fractionally as he shifted
slightly on the couch.

Dillon thrust his tongue inside Jack's naval a couple more times before
starting back on his journey north.  His kisses turned to light nips as he
moved along the sensitive skin covering Jack's ribs.

Jack arched his hips up off the couch, trying to press his hard cock
against Dillon's stomach as he leaned forward.  His hand still in Dillon's
hair, Jack tugged gently trying to move Dillon up toward his nipple.

Dillon resisted Jack's silent command, instead he drew his tongue along the
underside of Jack's pec and up between his breastbone.

Jack growled, "Tease."

Dillon chuckled against Jack's neck.  "Patience."

Jack let out a low moan of pleasure as Dillon bit into his neck before
licking the sting away.  His nipples were hard, begging for attention.
Jack's only compensation was the fact that Dillon, still kneeling on the
floor between Jack's thighs, was stretched up and pressed against him.  The
pressure from Dillon's body gave Jack's cock some much-needed relief.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long.  Every time Dillon shifted his position
her brushed up against him, stroking him through his jeans.  Jack could
already feel the wetness from his pre-cum as it seeped through his boxer
shorts.

Dillon had moved to tug on Jack's earlobe before flowing the hard line of
his jaw to his mouth.  It was something akin to relief when he finally
captured Jack's lips for a soul-searing kiss.

Jack parted his lips and Dillon's tongue swept inside.  He was aggressive
yet sensual; he didn't thrust his tongue in to explore the back of Jack's
throat.  Instead his tongue caressed the inside of his mouth, lingering
over Jack's bottom lip before stroking the side of his tongue.

Jack could spend hours kissing Dillon; it was one of the first things he
noticed three years ago.  Not everyone knew how to kiss.  Jack reached out
to touch Dillon's tongue with his own and was rewarded when Dillon teased
it into his mouth and began to suck on it.

Meanwhile, Dillon's fingers did what his mouth had neglected to do.  Ever
so lightly he brushed his fingertips across Jack's nipples feeling them
instantly grow harder.

Jack shuddered and ran his hands down Dillon's back to his buttocks with
which he pulled him closer.

Spreading his knees further apart for balance, Dillon slid his stomach up
and down the length of Jack's erect cock.  He couldn't wait to get that
cock in his mouth, to taste the slightly salty pre-cum while he buried his
nose in Jack's pubic hairs.

Dillon gave Jack's nipples one last fierce pinch before sliding his hands
down to the button-fly of his jeans.  Within moments he had Jack's cock
free from his jeans and the rest of his clothes thrown across the floor.

At any time the two men together were an attractive combination but never
more so than now.  While both men were tall with broad shoulders and long,
muscular legs, Jack's dark complexion accented Dillon's fair features.
Naked they were simply stunning.

Dillon appreciated Jack's good looks and took a moment to feast his eyes.
While Dillon's gazed caressed Jack slowly from head to toe his hands slid
along the inside the inside of his thighs.  His thumbs stroked the
sensitive skin where the thigh meets pelvis before tangling in Jack's black
pubic hair.

Jack reached out and began playing with Dillon's nipples.  He was content
to let Dillon take the lead in their lovemaking.  He didn't allow it often
but when he did he was always well rewarded.  Dillon grasped his cock at
the base of the shaft and slowly lowered his head.  Jack closed his eyes as
the anticipation built.  For a moment he stopped breathing as he felt
Dillon's warm breath blow across the swollen head of his dick.

Dillon lapped at the tip of Jack's dick with his tongue, cleaning off the
beads of pre-cum only to have them replaced with more.  Still licking
slowly, Dillon grabbed Jack by the wrist and lowered his hand to the couch.
Careful not to touch him anywhere else, Dillon made sure that Jack's
attention was centered on the assault taking place between his thighs.  He
swirled his tongue around the head, once, twice, three times before moving
to the base of the shaft.  From there he slowly licked the length of it,
pressing with his tongue until he neared the head.  As he reached the grove
just beneath the head his mouth clamped firmly around Jack's dick and slid
back down.

Jack felt his sac tighten up against his body as Dillon deep throated his
dick.  If he wasn't careful he was liable to shoot his load right now
leaving them both disappointed.

Dillon slowly dragged his way back up before picking up the pace.  He
alternated between slow, deep strokes and fast, short swallows to keep Jack
from coming.

Jack was grasping the edge of the couch, his entire body straining towards
Dillon's mouth.  His hips rose in time with Dillon's rhythm and his
buttocks clenched tight.

Dillon sought to add a new sensation to the mix.  He waited until the next
time Jack lifted his hip to meet the downward thrust of his mouth and then
slid his hands underneath his ass.

With his left hand he held on to Jack's hips, anchoring him to the couch
while his other hand slipped between his cheeks.  Immediately, Jack
released the tension from his body and prepared himself to be entered.
Running his hand down the crack of his ass, Dillon felt the tight opening
and slowly slid in his finger.  Use to such penetration, Jack easily
accepted a second finger.

Dillon increased the rhythm of his sucking and started finger fucking Jack
in the ass.

"Oh, yeah!  God, that feels so good."  Jack gave himself up to the pleasure
coursing through his body.  Another minute and he was sure to loose his
load.  He held on, determined to enjoy it a little longer.  Finally, when
he was sure he'd come if he did stop he shoved Dillon off him and pinned
him to the floor.

Without any warning Dillon found himself flat on his back with his knees
pressed up against his chest.  Jack knelt between his legs and was busy
thrusting his tongue up Dillon's ass.

Dillon shuddered at the unexpected assault and pressed his ass more firmly
against Jack's face.

Knowing his tongue wouldn't be enough Jack was busy lubing up his dick.
Dillon kept trying to lower his self further onto Jack's tongue until
finally he pulled it out and moved to press the head of his dick against
the tight opening.

"Tell me you want it."

"Yes, I want it."  Dillon's eyes were bright, watching as Jack positioned
himself.

"Beg."

"Please."

Jack's smile was almost painful.  Despite his own discomfort, the need to
thrust his self deep inside Dillon's ass he continued to wait.  "Come, on.
You can do better than that."

"Oh, God!  Please fuck me!  NOW!"

"With pleasure."  Jack pressed forward, apply steady pressure until he felt
the head of his dick slip past the tight opening.

"Oh, yessss."  Dillon moaned and closed his eyes as Jack slowly filled him.
Jack was large but after three years of taking his dick in his as the two
men were perfectly suited to each other.

From this position Jack was able bend down and suck on the head of Dillon's
dick all the while thrusting in and out of his ass.

Dillon almost lost it the minute Jack's mouth close around his dick.  Only
Jack's experience kept him from coming.

Jack was well aware of Dillon's dilemma.  He kept pressure on the base of
his shaft and picked up the pace of his thrusts.  He was already close to
coming and he knew that he'd loose it the minute he tasted Dillon's cum in
his mouth.  No one had ever tasted as sweet as Dillon.  He loved sucking on
Dillon's cock and he was working it as hard as he could.  He sucked in time
to his thrusts in his ass while with his other hand he played with Dillon's
balls.

Dillon felt his entire body start to coil around the sensation in his dick.
His ass was stretched and filled and his dick was being thoroughly sucked.
He felt his orgasm start to collected and new that he was about to loose
control.  "Oh, yeah.  Fuck me, I'm gonna come."

Jack started pounding Dillon's ass harder, taking his thrusts deeper and
making sure to connect with his prostate.

"Yes!  Ohhh...God!  I'm coming!"

Jack felt Dillon's entire body tighten around his dick and a moment later
his mouth was filled with warm, sweet cum.  As soon as the first shot hit
his mouth Jack let go of a stream of cum, filling Dillon's ass.  Jack
waited until Dillon's dick stopped seeping before lowering his legs to the
ground.  Still firmly planted in his as, Jack moved up Dillon's body and
kissed him.

Dillon swept his tongue inside and tasted himself in Jack's mouth.
Carefully, he searched every corner for the last remnants of his orgasm
before licking Jack's lips.

Jack felt his dick slip out of Dillon's ass as he moved to lie beside him.
He kept one arm wrapped firmly around Dillon's waist and fell into the kind
of deep sleep that only comes from satisfying sex.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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