Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2002 13:22:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Patrick Young <claycub51@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clay Chapter 6

The following fictional story deals with sex among males.  If you are
offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is
not allowed, cease reading now and depart. Though not observed in this
story, care enough about yourself and humankind always to practice safe
sex.

The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links to other sites
are allowed without the author's consent.

Patrick Young
ClayCub51@Yahoo.com


CLAY -- Chapter Six "Epiphanies"

Three loud raps on the door shook Clay out of his daze. He jumped to his
feet and snatched open the door. There HE was! The compact frame rippled
with thick bulges under black crew neck sweater and 501 jeans, black boots
planted squarely. A surge of heat and slickness shot through Clay's cock,
making him shudder slightly, as the little muscle stud smiled warmly
through the wild silvery beard, blue steel eyes twinkling.

"So, cubby, you gonna let Daddy in or am I gonna have to teach you some
manners?" he said playfully.

"Please come in, sir!" Clay replied, a wide flourish of his hand to the
living room. "And welcome. I appreciate your seeing me so soon." He closed
the door and was pulled down into a tight bear hug that took his breath for
a second. His arms returned the embrace, his hands marveling at the slabs
of muscle undulating in them beneath the rich black cashmere. "Thank you so
much!"

"Whatever you need, I'm here for you, cub," the sultry bass murmured into
Clay's neck.  He pulled away and gazed up into Clay's green eyes
warmly. "So talk to me."

"Please make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink? I have
about everything..." Clay burbled, ushering the man to the sofa, banging
his shin on the coffee table. "OWWW! Dammit!"

"Relax, cub. No need to get all flustered," he chuckled as he eased into
the cushions.  "Pour me a good shot of Scotch, neat, and pour yourself one,
too. Let's make this time real pleasurable together, enjoy ourselves,
okay?"

"Yessir! I'll be right back!" Clay stepped in the galley kitchen, got out
the Dewar's and two short heavy glasses, poured them each half full, and
brought them in. He handed one to his guest, who clinked it to Clay's.

"Here's to your future, cubby," he said, "which starts now."

"To the future, sir!" Clay repeated as he sat down. They both took a stout
pull. Warmth radiated from within and from each other.

"I guess I should explain myself a bit for the other night first,
Mr. Clayton Stephen Grant," he began, staring squarely into Clay's eyes,
which widened at the sound of his name. "Don't be surprised I know your
name. I already know a good bit about you, your wife, your calibre. I make
it my business to check out fresh talent, especially when I flub the
introductions like I did with you. My close circle calls me Corey, as you
figured from the card I left. Only special ones have that number, Clay, so
consider yourself included.  Just don't disrespect it, or me, or your peers
in that company, and we'll be great!" The smooth bass was hypnotic and
welcoming. Clay relaxed into the cushions as another sip of the Scotch hit
bottom. "I've been on an extended trip, so I didn't know Warren had sold
his condo until yesterday when I got back to my office. He got a kick out
the my tale of my botched welcome home; in fact he was quite jealous of you
that I was so spent I didn't come find him that night anyway!" Corey threw
back his buzzed head and roared in hearty laughter.

Clay was beet red, squirming a bit. "He knows what happened? Oh my God, I
hope he doesn't ..., I mean..."

"Sure, he knows, Clay. I share myself totally with my circle, and
especially with my cubs. We operate in complete honesty. There's never a
reason for secrets anyway, which is what should be, right? I'll expect that
from you, as you shall from me. Do you understand me, cub?"

Clay's brain was processing as fast as he could, but words just wouldn't
come out. "Uh, I think so, sir. You want me in your ...`circle'?"

Corey clapped Clay on the shoulder with a roar. "God, you're as quick as
you are adorable, cubby!"

Electricity shot from the man's hand to Clay's crotch. Clay's mouth gaped
incredulously, taking in a sharp inhale. "But why me?"

"Why NOT you?" was the response. The man sat back, patiently sipping his
drink.

Clay swallowed hard, his cock hardening, bulging in his shorts. "I'm a
little overwhelmed, I guess, and so many things have happened recently that
I haven't sorted them all out yet. Like the feeling I get being with you,"
his cock was leaking now, making an obvious spot, "now, and like the other
night. I'd never done that before, been in bed with a man, you see, much
less got off on it. And I DID get off on it!" He giggled nervously.

"Of course you did, son," Corey replied. "Everybody loves for Daddy to love
`em up good. You did just right, enjoying yourself like that. So what's the
problem? Surely not that thing growing in your shorts, is it?"

Clay flushed crimson again, hot wetness radiating from his brow, his
armpits, his loins.  "I'm not sure what it is, sir. I've been very happily
married for over 10 years, but lately I'm having all these sexual
encounters, and they're with men. First, I run into a neighbor in the
building who comes on to me. I get completely turned on and we jerk each
other off right there in the hallway, of all places. The other night with
you, well, I've never felt desired like that before, or so desirous for
more. You blew me away totally. The very next morning the guy from
downstairs wants me to fuck him, my first time to do that, and it was
amazing! But then I help a guy home from the bar last night, and got thrown
down and... well, raped..., yet it was strangely thrilling. This
manloving is so new to me, I don't know..., I don't know how to put
it..."

"Tell me what you DO know, Clay, what's your TRUTH," the man said, leaning
in closely again, the strong hand cupping the back of Clay's head, stroking
warmly. "I want to hear you tell Daddy what you know."

Clay leaned back into the hand stroking his head, his dick throbbing in his
lap, and sighed, melting into a sense of safety. "I know I like feeling
this way, being touched by you, sir," he began, smiling softly. "I know I'm
not wrong or bad for wanting to be close to you again."

"That's right, cub, you're perfect. Go on."

"I know I want to know you. I know you can teach me things. I know I want
you to show me how to do this right, how to please you, to pleasure you,
sir..." Clay's voice turned husky as he reached up to caress the strong
forearm at his shoulder, marveling at the mass of hairy muscle escaping the
sweater sleeve.

"First things first, my boy," Corey responded, himself husky and
hot. "Tonight is about what YOU want, or you couldn't have asked me to come
to you. Tell me who and what you are, Clay, and you'll get whatever you
want from me. Just be clear what that is, and why you want me to give it to
you."

Clay locked eyes with the powerful little man whose muscular torso swelled
masterfully before him, mesmerizing him into complete honesty, the words
tumbling forth in a sudden torrent. "I want to make a difference in this
life, Corey. I want to ease some of the misery I see. I want people to love
each other, respect each other, help each other. I want to my life to
matter, to tell people they are important to me, not just my family, my
wife and my friends, but their partners, their friends and families,
too. Hell, the neighborhood, the city, the whole goddamn planet for that
matter! I want to help make that possibility be SO, not just a theory! I
want barriers to come down. I want people to stop lying to each other, to
understand each other. I want people to stop hating each other for their
skin color or eye shape, who they sleep with, who they pray to. I want
prejudice to end. I want the world to be greater by my being in it. But I
don't know what I'm supposed to do to make that happen." Hot tears streamed
down Clay's face as he expressed his passionate dream. "Then I meet these
men, strong, virile, hot men who show me a sexual side of myself I never
knew before, and I like the sex, I like the maleness of it all, and I want
more! I want that sexy power to fuel the momentum. I want there to be no
limit to how the dignity of every human being, male or female, can help me
make a difference, even if it's in one small moment, for just one
life. Does that make any sense, Corey, or am I just a completely fucked up
madman? Can you help me figure this out?"

Corey launched on top of Clay, pinning him to the sofa cushions, thrust his
formidable, and very hard, crotch against Clay's raging shorts, smashed his
beard against Clay's lips, the kiss a mad duel of tongues. "GodDAMN, cubby,
you get me fired up with your passion! You make more sense than I've heard
in this city of politicians in years! You're the one, all right! The bearer
of the vision I've been asking for. And you showed up gorgeous, to boot!"
He clutched Clay in a full body embrace, kissing him again deeply.  "Yes,
Clay, I'll help you. Daddy's here. You want to know your power? Whatever it
takes, I'm yours. All that love in your heart is going to come out, and
make that difference!"

"But how?" Clay whispered.

Corey smiled warmly at the big strong blond man he held. "First, I'm going
to claim you for my cub, and you're going to claim me for your Daddy. And
then we're going to unleash some loving on this world!"

Clay surrendered into the arms of his maestro, trembling with joy. "Claim
me, Daddy," he breathed. "I'm ready."

Corey took Clay's hands in his and brought them together over his
head. "Okay, cubby, just do as I tell you, no more and no less. You will
leave your hands where I place them.  You will not move anywhere or do
anything until I tell you to. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir. Perfectly clear."

"Good. Now we're going to take our time and do this proper. You know how
good it feels to be in a man's ass, you said, and you know what hurts, too,
right, son?"

"Yes, sir. It hurt bad."

"You never need to know hurt again, cub. Loving never has to hurt. You may
feel discomfort, or pressure, even domination, but pain? No, cubby, no pain
unless you want to feel pain. Whatever you want, whatever you desire, you
will surrender to it and know only pleasure. Surrender to me,
Clay. Surrender to me loving you, son, to your desire to be taken by me,
without fear. I will never hurt you. But I will have you, love you, claim
you totally. You will be my love, and I yours. What we do and who we become
is ours forever, cannot be undone, cannot be negated, cannot be denied. We
will brand the other with our seed, our essence of creation. We can never
be apart from one another again, for we assimilate that essence into our
bodies, our beings. We will forever live in each other." The steel blue
eyes bored into Clay's soul. "Do you understand?"

Clay's heart was bursting with desire, compelled by the litany of Corey's
words, his breathing a staccato of lust, his cock an iron pillar throbbing,
leaking. "I understand, Daddy."

"So we begin." Corey released his grip on Clay's hands. They stayed above
his head.  Corey raised up over his trembling cub and stripped off his
sweater. The sight of the silvery mat of sworls covering the perfectly
muscled torso made Clay gasp. Corey pulled the tail of Clay's sweatshirt up
and over his head, off his outstretched arms, which returned exactly where
they had been. "Good boy!" Corey observed as he trailed his fingertips down
the sides of Clay's face gently, down his strong neck and through the blond
down on the heaving pecs until they found Clay's hardening nipples, one in
each palm. He kneaded the strong mounds, then rhythmically tweaked the
swelling nubs, twisting the left one right, then left, pinching the right
one tightly. Clay groaned as he felt twin jolts shoot through his balls and
up his cock shaft with a surge of precum.

"Feel the connection, cub, feel the love flow through you," the master
crooned. He sat back, and yanked Clay's shorts and boxers to his ankles in
one movement. Clay's cock bounced off his furry abs with a loud thwack,
threads of viscous dicklube flying. Corey stood, pulled the shorts and
socks off Clay's feet and pushed the strong legs apart on the cushions. He
slipped off his boots, then released his belt and ripped the buttons of the
fly apart. His turgid purple weapon peeked out of its hood and danced
lewdly as he stepped out of the jeans, then knelt between his cub's thighs,
spreading them wide.

Strong hands crept up Clay's legs to meet, encircling his manhood, thumbs
together beneath the big balls, massaging gently at the perineum before
pushing back to Clay's quivering pucker. "Ohhhhh..." escaped Clay's gaping
mouth as the hands parted, one to engulf his thick shaft, the other
enclosing his scrotum as a thumb stroked his dampening sphincter. He
lurched himself forward into the hot hands with another "Ohhhh!"

"Now, now, cub, Daddy wants you to lay still, remember? This is MY part,
not yours."  The younger man stilled again, but tensed, quivering. "Daddy
knows where you want him, love, where you need him to go. Don't worry, son,
I know how to love you up! Let Daddy love you..." and he devoured Clay's
cock to the pubes, swallowing the flared head into his expert throat as he
carefully plugged his thumb through Clay's clenching hole.

Clay roared in lust as fireworks exploded behind his eyelids. His sphincter
welcomed the thick digit smoothly, lusciously, urging it further into his
hot bowels, as he released a river of lube into the intense nursing suction
of the hot mouth devouring his pole. Still his hands remained in place,
despite the urge to clasp his master's head to him tighter, but no. He
surrendered utterly to his command to be taken, his desire to be
claimed. Long moments of expertise caused his balls to rise tightly, his
trigger cocking to fire.

"Oh, no you don't, cubbo," Corey spat as he pulled off Clay's engorged tool
and clamped a vise grip around the head, stemming the urge. "We ain't
hardly begun to make you feel good. Patience, love, patience..." He laved
the big balls, chewing gently one, then the other. Lower and lower his
mouth went, until his thick tongue danced with his thumb in Clay's
clutching hole, thrusting, widening, drenching. He released Clay's cock,
which slammed back against the heaving stomach, spat into his hand loudly,
peeled back his foreskin and slicked his cudgel to the hilt. "Now, son,
receive my love." He moved his swollen cock into position at Clay's winking
hole and waited.

The whimpering cub was awash in sweat and spit, panting as his maestro
towered over him. He wanted to move, but he could only throb. Then it
started: he felt his sphincter kiss, then caress, then surrender open
receive the purple head of his master's magnificence. Sweetly, effortlessly
it entered him, centimeter by inch, spreading, filling, owning his
welcoming cavern. On and on the hugeness traveled, miles of it, tons of it,
one long steady stroke along his prostate, until it ceased moving, swelled,
pulsed against his solar plexus. He had taken it ALL!

Clay beheld his fucker, his Daddy, through tears of bliss streaming down
his face: the powerful body of his master, the slabs of muscle perfectly
proportioned in symmetry, fluidly dancing with a gymnast's grace beneath
the shimmering pelt of brown and silver, was joined to him, mancock within
manass. His own phallus stood proud between them, rampant, ready. "Thank
you, Daddy," Clay barely could whisper.

"Thank you, son," the resonant bass replied sweetly. He leaned over Clay
and entertwined his fingers with the hands that had not moved, trapping
Clay's member between their hard bellies, and pressed his bearded face into
Clay's mouth. He began a slow, rocking thrust rhythm, and asked, "Do you
love me, Clay?"

"Yes, sir, I do. All of you." He nestled back against his impaler, barely
able to breathe.

"I love you, Clay. All of you. Do you know that?" He banged his boy again
and again, every sweaty muscle straining.

"Yes, sir, I know you love me, Daddy." Shockwaves of pleasure emanated from
his core to every cell of his body.

"Do you know why I love you, cub?" he said as long, intense licks laved the
side of Clay's face, his neck, chewed on an earlobe noisily.

His body riding the bold pounding, their skins getting hotter and slicker
with lust, Clay replied, "I deserve it, Daddy, you loving me."

"Good, cubby, you believe your power," the musclebear's husky bass rumbled
back, withdrawing his shaft until his corona caught against the inner
sphincter and plummeted back to the hilt, "your power, Clay," again,
"calling me to you," again, "desiring love," again, "worthy of love,"
again, "loving me," again, "loving yourself," again.

Clay's spasming asspucker became a throbbing volcanic receptacle for the
cannon of hooded flesh bludgeoning him. "Love... daddy... power...
love... worthy... love me..." he whispered back.

"You belong to me now, Clay, ...AHH!!" as his geyser erupted, aimed at his
cub's heart from inside.

"OHH!" Clay wailed as his body clenched, and spewed his own flood between
them.  "OHHDaddy!"

"...and I belong to you...nAHH!" "OHHyessir!"

"Drink me now. ...ngAHH!" "OHHyesfillme!"

"...nngAHH!" "OHHGodyes!"

"I live in you now, son, ...nnngAHH!" "OHHHI'm yours!"

"Now and always, Clay nnNNGGAAAHHH I CLAIM YOU!!" and he collapsed into his
cub's hot mouth to seal their bond with a deep kiss, capturing Clay's final
wailed "OHHHHHH!!"

The dance of blessed rut lasted for minutes, slowing to a gentle rocking
back and forth in each other's embrace. All motion ended save the immense
spent bludgeon throbbing deeply within cream-drowned chasm, its new mate
slowly deflating in sticky pools coagulating between hirsute torsos, in
synch with attuned heartbeats. Clay opened his eyes, and saw the soft
shining orbs of his Master, whose fingers stroked his cheek. He inhaled
deeply, their combined pheromones swirling, heavy, pungent, potent. He felt
a surge of rightness, of bliss, of power, billowing around them, radiating
from them, flowing through them. "Oh, Daddy!" he whimpered, tears flowing
anew.

"Shhh, cubbylove, shhh," Corey cooed as he gently kissed and licked Clay's
face.  "You're safe. Feel it. Own it. Know it. Know the love!"


TO BE CONTINUED

Dedicated to you, my Lion. YK.

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