Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2002 15:13:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Patrick Young <claycub51@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clay Chapter 8

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 Eight "Anchors"


Clay stirred as he felt the hand slithering through his blond chest hair on
a mission to capture his nipple, and became fully awake by the electric
twinge zapping from a tongue in his ear to his cock. "Mmmm, I like that!
C'mere, you!" He slid his arm around the marvelous body, pulling it to him,
claiming the hot tongue that sought his. Hands clawed cloth away from skin
until they were both naked and afire wallowing on the carpet before the
hearth.

Urgent fingers strafed the flange of his cockhead, slicking the outpouring
of lube bubbling from his slit. The other hand guided him into place, and
in one movement devoured the hot 8 1/2 inches of crimson passion to his
pubes with a gutteral "YESSS!"  He surged into the hot cavern again and
again, pummeling the swollen pleasure button meeting his every thrust,
demanding retaliation, response, reply. How they writhed together, a
luscious tango of lust, every twist revered, every pleasure returned! The
heat they demanded from each other, the slickness, the sweat, the noises
they made! The hot tattoo of flesh slapping against flesh, grinding,
devouring, relentless! The crescendo of their rhythm mounted with the tempo
of their shared implorings, finally to explode in a primal litany of rut
and passion as they rode the comet of release.

"I adore you!" rasped hotly into his ear.

"You take me to the moon, you delicious sexpot," he panted back, between
kisses to each swollen nipple.

"God, Clay, I've never felt you so big! You fill me so completely, make me
come in colors! How do you make me feel you in every cell of my body like
that?"

"When you invite me to your bliss, I follow you there always. After all
these years, we get to go there as normal, right?"

"I wondered if you were distracted lately, but I guess you just answered my
question, and definitely to the affirmative, you hot hunk of man!"

"Well, there have been a few things going on lately, like a move, a new
life, but I think you know where my undivided attention always returns when
I have you in my arms."  He thrust strongly again. "Thank God that never
changes!"

"No, that never changes. I love you so!"

"I love you, Claire. I'm so glad you're home." He gathered her softly to
lay upon his chest, still joined as they drifted off to sleep.

* * * *


"Coffee, my love."

Claire sat up, took the steaming blue mug, and drank in the beautiful blond
man before her. "Thanks. And thank you for the welcome home. I adore you."

Clay sat on the bed next to her, and stroked her cheek. "I need to tell you
something."

"We won the Lotto?!?" she laughed.

"Well, no, but I do feel really rich. I've had an amazing week," he began,
"and you may not like all of what happened to me."

"You're still here, loving me. That hasn't changed, has it?"

"Nothing will ever threaten us, the way I feel for you, my darling. But I
have to tell you, I've had some very new and cathartic experiences." She
waited, so he took a sip of coffee and continued, "I've met three people
this week that I never expected, three amazing men who have changed my
perspectives on things."

"What do you mean, `things'?" Claire asked, her glow fading.

"Claire, I have had sex with these men."

Her eyes flew open in shock. "You bastard!" she spat.

"I know you think I'm nuts, and probably want to cut my dick off and run to
the hospital for tests, but it's not like that. I assure you I haven't put
us at risk of our health, and there's certainly no issue with our marriage
being solid. But I can't lie to you, and you know that, so I'm telling you
it happened."

"Go on," she said, worry and dread making her voice shaky.

"I didn't go out looking for these men, Claire. They each came to me. I've
never attracted men before, well, except for once in high school. This is
as baffling to me as it is bizarre."

"So as soon as I leave town, you just start screwing around?"

"That's not so, Claire. Just let me get it all out first, okay? The morning
you left for New York, I took the packing boxes down to the basement, and
literally ran into our neighbor on the third floor coming out of the
laundry room." Clay laughed nervously, recalling the scene. "He reminded me
of that guy I mentioned, my high school football captain, so much I just
responded in kind when he said he wanted to know me better and started
exploring my body. We got into a sudden clinch, and came in each other's
hand."

"You jerked off with a neighbor in the basement? That's disgusting!" She
withdrew slightly, clutching the bedlinens around her.

"Look, it was so absurd, and it was over so fast, I didn't know that to
think.  I know that's no excuse. I can't defend myself here. It happened."
He stared at her scowl, and continued.

"Then that night, after I talked with you at the Dakota, I turned in
early. Sometime in the night, the lover of the guy we bought the condo from
still had his key, and let himself in looking for a surprise `Welcome
Home'. He crawled in bed with me instead, and I don't know who was more
shocked, but he didn't care that I was not who he expected to find, and he
proceeded to blow me."

Claire shuddered. "You've had a manÉ in OUR bed?!?" She kicked the
covers away from her.

"Claire, I was asleep! And he was really well-built, and strong, and
definitely knew what he wanted to do, so he did it. It was a hell of an
ambush!"

She jumped out of the bed and stomped to the bathroom. "Get away from me!"
she snarled, slamming the door.

"Claire, please don't shut down!" he said, strangely calm. "I have to walk
through this again, and I need you with me to do it." He heard a sob, a
nose blown, the commode flush. "I'm sorry Claire, but I've got to finish
telling you."

The door jerked open and Claire marched to the lavatory to wet a washcloth
and press it into her face, her shoulders shaking with fury. He reached to
caress her arm. She flinched away. "Don't touch meÉ" Her eyes stared
daggers tinged with hurt through the mirror. "Just finish your sordid
little story," she spat.

"That morning, Josh, the neighbor in 304, invited me to see his
apartment. He had a small meltdown over his deceased lover and needed
someone to hold onto, and, wellÉ, it ended up with me inside him."
Claire retreated to the window and pulled her robe around her tightly,
facing away from him.

"Then the cable blew out so I went to watch the `Skins game at the little
bar across the bridge, and met this Irish fellow who got so smashed I had
to help him home, only to get jumped on and sodomized." Claire grimaced,
her head lowering. "He was a lot drunker than I was, but that's what
happened: he fucked me, then passed out cold. I put him in his bed and
stumbled home."

She let the words sink in, the implications. "Did it hurt?" she asked
softly.

"Yes, it hurt! But I'm all right. I was sore, but no damage. What really
shook me was to wake up with a hard-on, wanting to replay the scene
differently. I had actually enjoyed all this mansex, and I was immediately
scared about being exposed to something communicable. I might not worry so
much for myself, but all I could think about was the threat to YOU. I've
never felt so stupid, but couldn't undo what was done. So I had to find out
who these men really were and if I had had unsafe sex or not."

"You went after more?"  Claire turned and snapped venomously.

"Well, I couldn't just act like Pollyanna, now could I? And no, I was not
after anything `more'. The guy from the first night had left a card with
his name and a number, so I called him to set up a meeting so I could ask
him if he were safe, which, by the way, he IS. This compact gymnast
muscle-daddy, Corey, is amazing. He totally understands my call and my
worries, and we have the most enlightening conversation. Honey, this
charismatic little dynamo, he's so compelling, a real mensch, and he gets
me to tell him my wildest dream, about how I want to make a real difference
with my life. He calls what I tell him is this vision I'm bringing to him,
and proceeds to claim me into his circle of special friends byÉ making
love to me. It was so different than the rape, so gentle, loving,
powerful."

"He sounds stark raving mad! And so do you! Did he cast some weird spell
over you? " she gasped.

"No, but something shifted then, Claire. I felt this empowerment, this
ability within myself. I had this need to make things right with the guy
from the bar, to sort out what happened. So the next morning I went back
over to his place and he was as conflicted as I about that night. He's
clean and healthy, thank God, but he's very wounded. We went back to his
bed, and by loving very differently than the first time, I healed him. I
claimed him to love, to empowerment, as Corey claimed me. I know this may
sounds ridiculous, but I understand being with a man very differently after
these experiences."

"How nice for you! I always wondered if you wanted to walk that side of the
street," she growled. "Just where do I fit into your harem?"

"Darling, you know how I love you. Didn't I show you how much last night?
That was no act. I can't fake making love to you." He stood closely behind
her, drank in the hint of her Aromatics Elixir, which prompted a thudding
between his legs.

She thought for a moment. "No, you can't. In all our time together, I know
you can't lie to me about that."

"You know I have never needed to look for pleasure outside this room. I
still don't." He stroked her cheek, turning her to face him. "I won't deny
I feel my sense of manhood, my humanity has been freed. It's like something
has been added to me, a new component of myself, a complement to my
partnership with you, our marriage. I feel I'm greater than I was before,
and I'm going to make my difference, to you and with you, as well as our
world." He searched his beloved with his green eyes, his open, honest face
pleading for reason. "Do you understand at all?"

Claire studied her husband for a few moments, then spoke softly. "On the
one hand, I'm furious at you. But if you're telling me the truth, and I
believe you are, you're being exactly who you are. I can't hate you for
that. It's what I love about you, that openness of your heart, your
intention to be a good person. I know I don't like the idea of you being
with other people, especially men. No, Clay, I don't understand, but
obviously this is important to you. God knows we've been to the precipice
before and survived." She sipped her cold coffee, and made a face. "You're
not going to leave me for one of these guys, are you?"

"My darling, I'm not going to leave you, period. You live in my heart. You
will until it stops beating. I have no idea I would ever have another
encounter with a man, but I'm no longer afraid of it. Listen, for me what
happened has no bearing on you and me.  There is no threat here to us. My
life began to be great when I met you. I hope to show you, first and
always, that I love you, and I am going to be an even greater person now,
and bring that first and always to you as well. We made this move to
D.C. to do better, to be better. I think maybe meeting these men and
knowing them intimately was a step I had to take to become who I am to be
in our new community, better than who I was, or who we were, before we came
here. Can you see that?"

"Well, and I'm not comfortable with you messing around, but I guess I don't
have much choice. You're going to do what you want whether I like it or
not."

"Now you're not playing fair. I have not been, nor do I ever intend to be
`messing around'. I'm anchored to you, Claire, now as I ever have been in
our marriage. All we have ever asked of each other is to know we were in
this together, and for the long haul.  Do you believe me?"

"I think I'll have to meet this Corey character. I don't know that I trust
him, or that you should trust him. But I see in your face that you believe
all this is okay. It's going to take some getting used to." She stared out
the window at the sun rising over the city. "I need some hot coffee, and to
think about it." She looked at him hard, then smiled, and reached out her
hand. He clutched it to his face and kissed it.

"I'll get us some more coffee."

She was sitting in the rattan chair, watching the street come alive beyond
the rooftops.  She took the steaming mug, and sighed. "Clay, this shakes me
to the core. I thought if you screwed around on me I would feel like we
were over. Somehow this is different. I don't know what that means, but
it's different, and I'm afraid I'll lose you anyway. And I'm worried for
you. I need to know more about this Corey and this circle."

"Then you shall. He swore me to honesty with him, and then proved it. That
alone is something I've never felt before. He's a solid, good man, and I
believe him. I believe in myself, more than I think I ever have. I'll call
him right now, if you want, and tell him you want to talk to him
yourself. He'll make it happen, I'm sure."

"Well, you're certainly not hiding anything. And you're certainly not
afraid."

"No, I'm not afraid of anything except your not being with me every step of
the way."

Claire took a deep breath. "Okay, then. Call him. That's a start. We'll see
what shows up." She took his hand. He knelt before her.

"Thank you, Claire, for trying this, for walking through it with me. I
don't know what's next, either. I DO know I love you," he kissed her
softly, and she returned it, "and knowing that, I can do whatever it is."



TO BE CONTINUED


Thanks to all who have written. I really appreciate your comments,
especially from you who are or were married.  Sorry for the delay in
posting this chapter. The next ones will be coming shortly.

Special thanks to the Lion, my muse.

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