Date: Tue, 02 Nov 2010 01:27:41 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "It Takes a Lot of Living"

			 IT TAKES A LOT OF LIVING
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I brought in the last two boxes on the U-Haul truck. Gasping and heaving, I
staggered into the door of our new home. "These are for the living room!" I
got out.
     "Just set them down to the left." Gene said.
     I did so...well, sort of dropped them. They clunked onto the
floor. "Man, I'm beat!" I gasped. "We got to rest."
     "We can." Gene said. "Nothing to do now but wait for the furniture to
arrive."
     "And they get to set it down where it goes for us." I agreed. I looked
at my watch. "Hey, it's after four o'clock! They were supposed to be here
by three!"
     "I know." Gene agreed. "You want to call them, or should I?"
     "We also got to get the truck back to the U-Haul by five o'clock, or
pay for an extra day." I pointed out.
     "You've been dealing with the furniture store more than me." Gene
said. "I'll take the truck back and you call and find out what's happened."
     "Deal." I agreed. Gene was giving me the easy job, bless his heart. He
was a few inches taller than me, and had more muscle, he wasn't as
exhausted as me. All I had to do was make a phone call while he went to the
U-Haul center, turn the truck back in, and then walk out to take a bus
home. Neither of us owned a car and, until a handful of days ago, hadn't
owned a home or furniture. This was the start of a lot of new things.
     But it was time. Gene and I had been lovers for nearly a year now and
it was still good, damned good. Good enough that we went in together on a
house and bought furniture together. And today was the day we moved
in. Trouble with that is that you have to MOVE everything you own. The
things you have in a furnished apartment don't look like so much until you
pack it all into boxes and shove it on a U-Haul. Then it turns into a
non-stop misery-making series of tramps downstairs with the box and back
upstairs, tramp downstairs with more boxes, back upstairs...until you get
it all loaded. A brief respite while you drive to the new place, then you
do it all over again, except the boxes are what you're lugging up the
stairs (only four of them, thank God, though my legs felt every painful one
of them with each load) and putting them down in the rooms that will be
their contents' ultimate home. Kitchen, kitchen, kitchen, dining room,
dining room, bedroom, bedroom, bedroom, bedroom, bedroom (a lot of those,
your clothes, you know) living room, living room, that involves the
television set, stereo, and the few pieces of actual furniture you own.
     I sat on a box I knew could handle my weight and called the furniture
store. That chewed up fifteen minutes. Gene came back nearly an hour later.
     "Where's the furniture?"
     "Are you ready for this?" I asked him. "They tried to deliver it to
4601 West Lexington Avenue instead of here."
     "Oh, man!" Gene groaned. We had moved to 4601 EAST Lexington Avenue.
     "And they don't even deliver to this part of town, according to
him. We have to get the furniture we ordered from their Glendale store. So
they're forwarding our order over there and we ought to get it in about
three more days."
     "Three days? What the fuck we going to do for three days?" Gene
complained.
     I'd had forty-five minutes to get used to the idea. "We'll have to
make do." I said. "I found and unpacked the bedrolls we used last summer at
the lake. I've made a bed of sorts in the bedroom using them as the base
and every quilt we had on top of that."
     "What about the other furniture?"
     "We got a stove and refrigerator." I said (the few items the home had
supplied to us). "And we brought dishes and such.
     "That just leaves a place to sit and watch television."
     "Look in the living room." I said. Gene did. "Hey, clever!"
     I had taken the boxes we'd used to pack books or other durable items
in and used them to form a couch-shaped pile with the boxes against one
wall. Pillows for our asses and backs and I'd made a sort-of
loveseat. "Just big enough for two." I said. "Now, when they turn on the
cable tomorrow, we'll have something to watch. Until then, it's DVD's or
watch ABC, it's the only channel we can pull in worth a damn without the
cable."
     "I guess we can live with it." Gene decided.
     "That was what I came up with." I agreed. "And besides..." I reached
out and wrapped my arms around Gene. "Anyplace that has you in it has got
to be home."
     Gene smiled and kissed me. God, that man of mine is a good
kisser. Maybe it's because it's attached to a big, strong, sandy-haired,
blue-eyed hunk with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and a warm, friendly
cock that's always ready to play when I am. Or maybe it's because I love
the man they're attached to. Who cares? His kisses always melt my butter!
     I ground my crotch against his and hoped that Junior (his name for his
little fellow) was wanting to play despite the miserable day we'd had, but
Gene pulled away from me. I was gratified to see the front of his pants
tented out, but he said, "Let's not start something we can't finish."
     "Why can't we finish?" I wanted to know.
     "Because honey, I'm starving!" Gene groaned. "Brunch was at
ten-thirty, remember?"
     "Oh." I felt my stomach grumble. I'm lucky, I can forget about food if
I'm busy enough, and brother, today qualified and then some! "I'll send out
for a pizza."
     "Add something to drink to go with it." Gene reminded me. "I'm taking
a shower while we wait."
     "Sure." The call took some doing, the old Domino's we'd always ordered
from wouldn't come out to the new place, and they recommended another one,
but it was the wrong place, and they told me to call a third, which told me
to call a fourth.... About fifteen minutes later, I had the order in and
put the phone down with a sigh! So much new to get used to. A different
house, a different room to sleep in, a different pizza place to call with a
different phone number to give them when I called them. I sighed again. It
takes a lot of living to make a house a home!
     "You call for the pizza?" Gene came out of the bathroom. His hair,
usually a wavy mess on top of his head (he combed it for work and by the
time he got home to me, it was a tangled mass), but now it was all slicked
down and still pretty wet. He wore only a pair of briefs I bought him for
last Christmas, they were "cheek-huggers" if you know what I mean, a seam
that helped outline his buttocks and a pouch in front to hold his family
jewels, they clung to his body like spray paint!
     "Yeah, it'll be here in about forty-five minutes, they said."
     Gene groaned. "Aw, man, I'm so hungry! We got anything to eat in this
place at all?"
     "You know we emptied our kitchen of food the last week. We have some
ketchup left, and some mustard. You could open your mouth and squirt it
in."
     "Yeesh!"
     "Or there's one other thing I got you can eat."
     "What's that?" Gene wanted to know.
     I gripped my crotch. "It's right in here."
     Gene just chuckled. "You are incorrigible, you know that?"
     "I prefer to think of it as a rather disarming charm." I grinned.
     "I'm feeling disarmed." Gene agreed and stepped up close. "Only I
think you're the one who needs to be fed."
     "I am feeling a bit peckish." I said and reached up for that
pouch. When I gripped it (gently), Gene moaned and leaned in
closer. "Downright famished, in fact." I said and I bent my head to gnaw at
it. I'd bought these briefs for him for just this purpose, it put his prick
and balls right up front for me to get at. I had unfettered meat (well,
covered in cotton but nothing else) to chew on.
     "Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!" Gene grunted as I mauled his salami and fondled
his nuts. "Yeah, come on, chow down on that. Feed on it, more pizza for
me."
     I let go and put my hands on the waistband and gripped the elastic
with my fingertips. "I'll settle for this meat anytime." I growled. His
dong flopped out, not hard but swelling and filling as I looked at it. Not
that I looked for long, I set out to inflate the prick by a brisk
application of my lips on it. It worked well but, of course, it always
did. You live with a man for a year, you've got most of his buttons figured
out already. For Gene, it was a liberal use of the tongue underneath, while
you let your lips slide slowly down as you go. My mouth moistened the shaft
as I did, so I was able to work it down my throat when it got that far.
     Gene let me worm it most of the way down before he gave me the signal
he always gave. A long, shuddering sound. "U-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-uh!"
     Time for me to kick it into high gear! Gene was warmed up and ready
for action. He had stamina enough to handle all I could throw at him, and I
didn't have to be gentle. I began to slurp on him with a joy that belied my
exhaustion. Nothing like having a hot cock in your mouth to make you forget
how tired you are!
     I know I had Gene humming, or maybe moaning would be a better
word. Kind of "Mmmmmh!" His cock was weeping salty joy onto my tongue, just
a light flavoring of solid man-musk, and I was loving it, loving it!
     "Lie down, Charley." Gene gasped at me. "Lie down and let me do you."
     I lay back on the boxes I'd formed into the loveseat. It was awkward,
but we weren't feeling fussy just then. With a hot stud warmed up and ready
to service you, you wouldn't have been fussy, either! Gene let me get back
and then he twisted around so that he put one knee on the boxes on my other
side, the other still on the floor and he could get his face down to my
crotch. His hands were expert on my zipper, he got me unzipped and opened
in no time. His hands squirmed into my briefs, fished mine out and crammed
my dong into his mouth. Gene knew how to push my buttons, too, he knew I
liked it down and dirty, fast and hard! My cock surged into his mouth as he
sucked and soon we were a duo of suctioning mouths, feasting our hunger on
each other's manhoods, and my passion rose right along with Gene's.
     I broke off sucking him after a time to gasp out, "Shit, Gene, I'm
ready to come already!"
     "Come on." Gene lifted his own lips off to say. "You said you'd feed
me, so come on and feed me, you big hunk of man-banana, Daddy's hungry!"
And he dove back down and I felt a suction on me that threatened to draw my
insides out through my prong! I moaned and scarfed him back down and tried
to make him join me.
     I failed, but that was no surprise, Gene had so much more staying
power than me. I blame the fact he was circumcised a bit short, it deadened
his glans' flare, mine had a soft covering (I'd been clipped too, but not
nearly as low down as him) and that left the cockhead tender and ready to
blow at a moment's notice.
     "Mmh-huhh, mmh-huhhh, mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh!" I got out and gave up, let
go. "I'm coming, Gene, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming, UH-HUH-HUH-UH,
GHHHHHHH!"
     I blew my load up into Gene's mouth and he siphoned it off as quick as
I did it. His broad, beautiful body was built for endurance, he gulped down
my entire load and then tried to suck out more from my now-spent shaft.
     I groaned, gasped, panted, and only when my cock was totally soft did
Gene let go of me.
     "That's a hell of a good appetizer." he told me. "Now, let's get
something in your stomach before the pizza arrives."
     He lifted off me but only to turn around and with me lying down still,
he straddled me and hand-fed me his cock again. But instead of making me
suck him (I admit I was pretty tired, now I'd blasted my wad), he used his
hands to force my face to suck on him, all I had to do was hang on, give
him a little tongue-action (my tongue was rested, anyhow) and he was
moaning again.
     "Oh, baby, oh, baby!" Gene gasped. "You ready for my load, sugar, you
ready to take it for me?"
     "Mm-hmm!" I agreed and tried to cling tighter.
     Gene hunched at me as he moved my head, and then he groaned, "Ah, ah,
here it comes, Charley, here it comes!"
     "Mm-hmm!" I urged him.
     "Ah-ah-ah-ah, hah-hah, hah-hah, ah-hah, uh, uh, GUH, GUH, GUH,
GUH-HUHHHH!"
     Gene's cock shoots harder than anyone's I ever knew, and this time was
no exception, he didn't just squirt, he fired inside me with the force of a
machine gun set on full auto! I swallowed as best I could, but Gene's wads
can hit you too hard, I choked, and coughed and some of his jizz dribbled
out of the corners of my mouth and then I clutched and caught myself and
drank him down again. Finished with his load down my throat except for an
errant dribble down my right corner of my mouth, onto my chin, and Gene
gasping and satisfied above me.
     He let go and I wiped at my face with the back of my hand.
     "Ah, ah, hell, baby, you are so damned good!" Gene groaned. "I never
get tired of you sucking me, baby, never."
     "I hope not, or we just wasted a shitload of money on this house." I
smiled, still breathing heavy. But so was he.
     "I just wish we had our furniture." Gene mourned, even while he made a
lift of his brief's elastic and his cock flopped back into its security
pouch. "Camping out for three days, God!"
     "It'll be all right." I got up and stepped into his warm arms. "I
think I like the idea of the furniture taking a while, it'll let us get the
feel for this house a little quicker, I think."
     "I just hope I can sleep all right, I have to work tomorrow, you
know."
     "Like I don't?" We both had work tomorrow. One of us would be stuck
taking a half-day off to be there to greet the furniture when it arrived on
Friday.
     "But you're right. Either this place starts to feel like home, or
we'll work on it until it does."
     "It takes a lot of living to make a house a home." I said what I'd
been thinking earlier, then added, "But a bit of loving can speed the
process along."
     "Yeah." Gene agreed.
     There was a knock at the door. The pizza was here. I went to get it,
meet the first visitor to our new home. Only the pizza boy, but there would
be plenty more and better visitors in the years and decades to come.

				  THE END
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