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Part 14 - REAFFIRMATION
Mike dropped me off at AutoZone Park at 3rd and Union. He thought I wanted to take a tour of this ballpark that was home to the Memphis Redbirds. "I love baseball," I told him. "I want to check out this place, since I have some time to spare." Once he sped off to the north, I briskly walked over two blocks to the historic Peabody Hotel. This was where I was planning to stage our encounter and adventure tonight.
Walking through the stately lobby with the gigantic fountain in the center, I absorbed a piece of old Southern history. The high, gold gilt ceilings with crystal chandeliers hanging in somber fashion and the massive marble columns offered an elegant accent without being "pissy." The columns set off the walnut-paneled walls and over-sized oil paintings.
Arriving at the front desk, I was greeted with reserved formality by an attractive African American man in his late 20's, dressed in a black suit. "Good Morning, Sir. Are you checking in?" He gave me a brief visual scan...all over.
"Actually, I'm inquiring about the availability of a room tonight and the rates, Brandon," picking up his name from the brass nametag. I smiled at him with a give-me-some-slack look. I also started getting some good vibes on my gaydar.
A slight smile emerged as he said, "Well, Sir, we have different rates depending on the location and size of the room. By the way, your name is?"
"It's David Swenson. But Brandon, I wish you'd call me Dave." Ok. Establish a level playing field.
"Well, Dave. What did you have in mind for a room?"
"I'm not going to beat around the bush. I want to have a very special night for my...ah boyfriend and me." I looked for a reaction. The only reaction I got was a bigger smile.
"Dave, this is your lucky day. Cupid has appointed me to help you." He reached across the counter and took my hand. He firmly squeezed it. Releasing my hand, he continued, "The hotel business is one of peaks and valleys. Our convention business checks in on Sunday and leaves on Thursday. I've got a lot of rooms that are just sitting empty weekends."
"Brandon, can you cut me a good rate? I don't have a lot of money." In negotiations, a little white lie is acceptable. Well, so is a big white lie.
"Alright, Dave, bottom line. Is this a one-time fling or is it for real? I gotta tell you, I'm going out on a limb for you. The last thing I need is for the manager to haul me into his office and read me the riot act because I rented a room to some guys who trashed the place." Brandon looked at me sternly.
"Oh, this is for real. I understand your concern. You don't know me. This is to be a very special night for someone I love very much," I replied with wide pleading eyes.
"Don't let me down. I will give you the weekend single room special of $89.00. And, because I understand your situation, you will be upgraded to a Junior Suite. With a king bed." He gave me a small wink.
"How about garage parking fees."
"That's fantastic. I'll take it. And Brandon, don't worry. It you want to run a credit check on my card you'll find that I'm good for a minimum $50,000 in credit." I filled out the registration and gave him my VISA credit card.
"A credit check won't be necessary. I trust you." He gave me two door card keys in a small card folder when he returned my VISA. He pointed to the room number and said, "This is where you will be staying."
"Thanks," I acknowledged, putting the cards and folder in my pocket. "I need some help, Brandon. Where can I get flowers, a greeting card and some candles?"
"This guy must be really special?"
"Yeah, very special." He gave me directions not too far away to a Hallmark store and a florist.
"Do I get to met this friend of yours?"
"Are you working tomorrow morning?" He nodded yes. "Brandon, I will introduce you to Mike then."
"I look forward to it. Good luck."
I went up to the suite. Well, I don't know what they consider "Senior," but my Junior Suite was just right. What they call a "parlor" in hotel speak was a very comfortable living room with a fireplace, an assortment of easy chairs, a couch, coffee table, large TV, CD/FM player, original art, and executive writing desk with two chairs. The bedroom was typical "hotel" with the armoire in front of the bed hiding the TV and the mini-bar. I arranged the toiletries in the head and took out the spare khaki pants from my gym bag to hang them in the closet.
For the next hour I made a mad dash to accomplish my errands. At the Hallmark store I found a real mushy card expressing my feelings and the found the rest of the items on my list. In the hotel florist shop, I found exactly the right touch.
I got back around 1:30 pm. First I placed a call to Mike from Mr. Davidson. Then, I called Merrill Lynch in Minneapolis. I requested that they transfer $8,000.00 to my personal checking account. I needed some extra funds to buy a car tomorrow. Last, I contacted an insurance agent who could insure my auto once I purchased it. The agent would meet me tomorrow at the Ford dealership at 11 am. I then called Room Service for tonight's delivery. Mission accomplished.
I then set the stage for the adventure. Who said love wasn't sappy?
I didn't encounter much traffic coming into Memphis. The commuters were home and it was too early for the weekend pass guys. After I pulled into the hotel entrance, the valet asked if I was a guest. I gambled and replied, "Yes. Swenson. Suite 1429."
Looking over his list, he confirmed the name. "Yes sir. Welcome to the Peabody."
"You can put it in a space for the night. I won't be going out 'til tomorrow." Leaving the keys in the ignition, I got out of the car and politely nodded as I made my way to the lobby with the valet ticket.
Finding the elevator bank, I got on the elevator and pushed "14." Upon arrival on the floor, I entered the hall and found 1429 at the end. Hesitating for a moment, I knocked on the door. It was 7:55 pm.
The door slowly opened, and I was suddenly looking at my new love in the face. "Hi, Mr. Davidson," I said, entering the darkened room lighted only by votive candles. Closing the door, I was immediately attacked by a determined man with kisses landing everywhere. They were returned. Pulling back, I saw that he was wearing only a white, terrycloth with the Peabody ducks logo on the breast pocket.
Pulling away slightly, he said, "Hi Mike. I've been waiting for you." With that, he took my bag from my hand, sat it on the floor and led me to the couch. I heard some light classical music in the background.
As I looked around, I saw flickering votive candles placed around the room; they set an incredibly intimate atmosphere. On the coffee table were an iced wine bucket with a half-bottle of champagne and two glasses. I also noticed an envelope addressed to me.
"First, babe, I think you should get comfortable." With that, he started unbuttoning my short sleeve aloha shirt. Removing and laying it aside, he unbuckled the belt and zipped down the fly of my Dockers. After untying and removing my shoes and socks, he slid down the pants and boxers. I stepped out of the bottom components. Standing there in all my naked, semi-hard glory, I waited for Dave to move to the next level of the adventure.
He gave me another Peabody terrycloth robe. I put it on, and we sat down on the couch. "This is a symbol of equality," he whispered. I almost started tearing as I thought about the planning behind this. God, what an incredible man."
"Can I offer you a glass of champagne?"
"Of course, love." 'Gads, this sounds like a gay version of a Jane Austen scene,' I mused. But so appropriate. He poured champagne - Mumm's Cordon Rouge - into the two glasses and offered one to me.
"To us, Mike. Wherever this adventure takes us." With that he hoisted his glass to meet mine. We clinked the glasses in the traditional toast and sipped as we looked into each other's eyes.
"Dave, I'm ready to begin the adventure." I sat down the glass and lifted the envelope. Opening it, I drew out a card with a drawing of a single rose on the ivory-colored cover. Inside, squinting to light the card with the candles, I read: "To the most important man in my life. You are my friend, lover and inspiration always." It was signed "Your loving Mate, D."
With that read, I gave him a loving kiss reserved for this very special person. He tenderly returned the kiss. "Thanks, baby." Staring at each other intently, we raised our glasses for a silent toast and both drank the contents of the glasses. After returning the empty glasses to the coffee table, he pulled me up and led me to the bedroom, hand in hand.
Dave opened the door, revealing additional votive candles accenting the bedroom. I noticed that there was a path of rose petals leading to the bed that had been turned down for the evening. On the pillow was one long-stemmed red rose. As we separated hands, Dave let his robe work loose and open. Slowly, he removed the robe and left in on the floor. 'Jesus, what a hot male beauty,' I thought. He then untied my robe and gently removed it from my body. He drank in my form before him.
"Mike," he said in a low manner, "I don't know what 'forever' means completely. But, I want you to be in my life forever." He moved towards me and embraced me tightly with his cock in full-blown hardness. My body received his warmness. Our two male erections were pressed against each other.
"I love you," I whispered in his ear.
"Not as much as I love you."
Being smothered with kisses didn't do it justice. Dave was kissing me everywhere. From my mouth to my chin to my eyes to my ears to my throat. Every area became a special erogenous zone. He continued down my body, stopping off at my hard nipples, where he gently sucked each. He pulled my light brown chest hair with his wet lips. Moving further, he slowly bent down and kissed the tip of my raging, leaking hard-on. Returning to a standing position, he leaned in and kissed me with inflamed passion.
After returning his kiss, I whispered, "Let the games begin."
He gently guided me to the bed. After we were both positioned on our sides, looking at each other, he offered me the rose. I offered him my body.
I think I really got it right. Mike was really digging all of the atmosphere I had provided. When we got to the bedroom, I had to have him now. Mark him as my own. I was ready for lovemaking that I hoped would set a pattern for a long time to come.
Positioned on the bed, we looked into each other's eyes. Mike had placed the rose on the side table. Rotating his body so that he was now on his back, I raised myself and moved his legs further apart with my knees and brought his arms to rest above his body. That done, I slowly brought my face down to his crotch and slowly moved my head hair around his ball sack and region below. He quietly moaned. On my last pass-by, I brought my face back to his crotch and started sucking on his balls and teasing his scrotum with my teeth.
"Oh, Dave," he moaned.
I then brought my tongue from his balls down past the perineum to the home of this precious target. While lapping up his musky, male flavors, I slowly moved my tongue in and out of his pucker. With each invasion, I probed further.
"Fuuuuuck!" Slowly, he grabbed his knees and raised them so I could have greater access to my destination.
Once I had stimulated him with my tongue, I moved to the next level. I grabbed a bottle of Wet from the side table and opened it. Applying generous amounts of lube to my hand and fingers, I started massaging his hole with one finger. He momentarily tightened his ass muscle. I slowly felt it relax after a bit.
"Babe, no one has ever been there."
"Mike, I'll stop right now. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just my first time. Be gentle. We're both about the same size."
"If you feel like you can't take it, tell me and I'll stop immediately. This all about mutually finding the act of love fulfilling." I leaned down and kissed him. Continuing my digital exploration, I added more lube and my second finger. I rotated the fingers around to stretch his very tight opening. Occasionally, I touched his prostate. He squirmed and gasped with delight.
"Fulfilling and filling me up," he said with a small chuckle. "Fuck me slowly at first, Dave." I added a third finger and felt him loosening up enough for me to take his virgin ass. I knew I'd have to be careful. Even three fingers didn't approximate my girth.
When I reached for a condom, Mike stopped me by taking the sealed package away from me. "What's wrong," I asked puzzled.
"Babe, I haven't had any sex for quite a while. I'm negative. How about you?"
"Me to. I've just been set free from a long dry spell." 'Nothing I had done recently could be considered unsafe,' I reasoned.
"I want to feel only you inside me." With that, he tossed the package aside.
I lubed my rock hard, young manhood and slowly entered his rectum at a snail's pace. I stopped as I saw his expression wince with pain. "Push a little for me, like you're taking a dump." After a while his face returned to its normal beauty and I felt his body relax as I entered him.
"I'm ready, Hon."
I slowly sunk into his fuck hole. Looking into his eyes, I saw no regrets. Looks of anxiety were replaced by a contented expression. Bottoming out, I held my dick in his soft, hot interior as I leaned up and kissed him. After he returned the kiss, I passionately got to work with precision piston fashion.
"Uhh, urr, ah," he emitted. "Ohhh." These unintelligible sounds would repeat themselves many times to come. I would come to know these special utterances as a verbal seal of approval.
As I sped up my fucking, I reached up with my free, lubricated hand and started jacking his neglected, hard, big veined dick.
Simultaneously, I felt his asshole door tighten, and saw his balls ascend and withdraw. "Uhh, uhh, UHH!" he shouted as jizm erupted from his enflamed urethra, shooting everywhere on his body. This drove me over the edge.
"I'm cummmmming!" With that, I filled his cavity with a reservoir of semen I didn't know existed. Shooting the last of this load, I stopped any movement and lay into Mike, licking his face and chest to capture his cum. We both were still breathing heavily. I had definitely marked him mine. Reaching under a pillow, I retrieved a towel. I gently raised myself and brought the towel under Mike's butt as I pulled out.
"Buddy, I want you to force your bowels to open. All that stuff I shot into you needs to be expelled. No need to sleep on cum-stained sheets tonight." Still not saying anything, he complied. After that was accomplished, I wiped his body off and left the bed. "I'll be right back."
"I'm not going anywhere." The first words since our intimate moments.
I tossed the towel in a corner in the candle-lit bathroom and turned on water in the Jacuzzi-powered bathtub with gold fixtures. After regulating the temperature and arranging the other "props", I let the tub fill and returned to the bedroom.
"I can't imagine a more perfect first time for me." His face was glowing with contentment. "Thank you, Dave. I know I'll be tender tomorrow, but it was worth it."
"You're going to get a chance to repay me tomorrow night in our apartment," I said, getting on the bed with my knees. I leaned forward for a long, rewarding kiss.
"Wow, if there was ever any question about my love for you, you erased tonight."
"Mike, the adventure continues. Follow me." I got up and pulled him off the bed. He smiled when we entered the bathroom. In addition to the candles, I had earlier placed more rose petals in the tub, in addition to a peach-scented bubble bath. On the ledge was another half-bottle of champagne that I had just opened and two more glasses. Turning off the water, I got in the tub and offered him my hands for support as he did the same.
"This is quite a ending." He sunk into the large tub, sitting cross-legged.
"Mike, this is the beginning to the best part of my young life so far." I slowly moved down into the water, facing him sitting with my legs straddling his body. I reached over and poured the sparkling wine into the glasses. Offering him his glass, I lightly clinked our two glasses and said, "To us, lover."
As we toasted, my emotions started taking hold. 'This man was the real deal,' I thought, as a few tears of joy appeared. Not wanting him to see me cry and wanting to be closer, I slightly raised and turned so that I could sit with my back leaning into him. I rested the back of my head on his smooth chest and sat far enough so that I wouldn't squash "Davey." 'Yeah,' I recalled with a chuckle, 'That was what he had called that beautiful penis that was resting between his legs.'
"What's funny?" He kissed the top of my head.
"I just remembered your nickname for your dick."
"Oh yeah. Didn't you give yours a name?" He started massaging my shoulders.
"Well, one of my friends starting calling it 'Oscar' when we were in Phys Ed class.
"As in Oscar Meyer. I kinda had a big weenie in Junior High."
"I hear you." Doug chortled and pinched my tits.
He must have turned on the Jacuzzi, because I felt pulsating jets of water erupt around me. It was a soothing sensation. I next felt his hands thoroughly work around my body. 'Jeez, this feels terrific. Champagne, sex and a massage,' I marveled. Suddenly his hands found their way to my crotch. I jumped a little.
"Stay still," he growled in a low commanding voice, embellished by love. He started stroking my once-again hard organ with one hand and squeezed my balls with the other. As he sped up the jacking, under water no less, I started getting tense.
"Many more strokes and you're going to pollute the waters with my cum."
"That's the idea. This is a night of pleasure. Our adventure."
And so I went with the flow. And flow it did. I shot underwater another load as the jacking and squeezing climaxed me. As the tension left me, I leaned back into my partner.
"Ready to get out of the tub?"
"No. But I'm ready to get you off." I raised myself and turned to Dave as I positioned myself on my knees. "Stand up," I lovingly ordered. As he stood up, I looked at the half-hard cock that had been up my chute earlier. Wiping away the soapsuds from his crotch with a cloth, I started licking his balls and now-stiffening cock. The mushroom head that had been a challenge entering me earlier was a delight in my mouth. Once in, I gave it a physical tongue-lashing.
"Turnabout fair play, big boy?" he said. I looked up to see him grinning in a dreamy fashion.
Winking, I set out to receive his entire, hard 8 inches. Relaxing my throat, I slowly took "Davey" to its base. My nose was being tickled by his blond pubes. Getting use to this sensation, I started movement of my head. Simultaneously, Dave started to subtly fuck my face. He grabbed my shoulders and we pumped in unison.
"Oh fuck Mike, I'm..." He never finished the comment. Hot torrents of his seed shot into my mouth. I started swallowing as fast as he came. At the end, I did pull his dick almost out so I could savor his cum flavor. I was obviously no connoisseur. But the sweetness with just a touch of saltiness was terrific. Laughing with myself, I thought, 'What is this, a gay sexual version of a wine tasting?'
He withdrew and I stood up. We embraced and kissed. I shared a blend of my saliva and his cum.
"Thank you for everything, Mike." He looked in my eyes intently.
"Babe, you devised this adventure. I was just a very willing participant." I kissed him again.
We got out of the tub and took turns drying each other. We opened the drain and blew out the candles. Returning to the living room, I poured two half-filled glasses of champagne for us. We toasted again. Blowing out the candles, we retreated to the bedroom and repeated the fire prevention action.
Without saying a word, we both got into bed. After pulling up the covers, we naturally snuggled in a spoon position with his chest to my back and 'Davey' in my ass crack. We drifted off to a satisfied sleep.