Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2012 11:46:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Christos Kastellanos <christoskastellanos@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love's Promise/ Chapter one/ Beginnings

Love's Promise

By

Christos Kastellanos

After many--all right mostly all-- of my readers finished reading "The
Christmas Visitor," they asked me to continue on with Sean and Michael's
story. So here it begins and I hope that you will enjoy it as much as its
forerunner.

Chapter One

Michael and Sean were home again, after taking Michael's brothers to the
airport. As they snuggled up together in front of the fireplace in their
bedroom, Sean noticed how quiet Michael had become. While he gazed at the
man that he had married so suddenly, he could not help wondering what went
on behind those soft brown eyes.

"Why are you so quiet, Michael?" he asked, lifting up and kissing the
softness of his partner's cheek.

"Huh... what did you say?" Michael asked, suddenly pulled away from his
thoughts.

"Where were you this morning? During our lovemaking I felt like you were
not completely with me? Is something bothering you... maybe you are having
second thoughts about having married me?" Sean asked, even as he dreaded
Michael's answer.

"I'll never be sorry about you or having married you, baby cakes. I was
just thinking about how my life has changed and what now..." Michael said
and yet left his thought hanging.

Sean sat up and pulled Michael up against him, wrapping his arms
protectively around his husband.

"Tell me Michael, what you did before you joined the Marines," he asked,
kissing the softness of his husband's hair.

"Not much really, I worked on the ranch that I co-owned with my brother,
Jake, but that ended when I came out, because he wanted nothing to do with
me then." He said and Sean could hear the pain in his voice as he spoke of
Jake.

"But Jake is gay isn't he? Look at how he was with Eric... fucking the man
senseless while he was here."

"I know, but he and I had a long talk the day before he left. It seems that
he hated me then back then because I had the courage to admit what I am. He
hid his sexuality well, because James is the one with exceptional gaydar,
and even he did not suspect Jake."

"Then why are you so bothered by Jake now?" an inquisitive Sean asked.

"He said some pretty mean and hurtful things when I came out, things that
can never be taken back. He looked me straight in the eye that day I told
him and said `I hope to hell that AIDS gets you and you're no longer a
brother of mine. Just as James is dead to me, so are you,' and I will never
forget how his eyes meant every word he said."

"But..."

"No buts, Sean, he meant them and even while he was here, he never once
pulled me aside and asked me to forgive him, much less say that he was
sorry," Sean could hear the cracking in his voice and moved Michael's head
back, now seeing the tears that were silently rolling down his face.

"Would you have forgiven him?"

"In a heartbeat, babe," he said, offering Sean a bittersweet smile.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry! I never should have invited him here," a
sorry Sean whispered as he kissed away the tears.

"Oh, God... No, babe... I'm glad that you did; it at least got us talking
again. But what pisses me off so much is not only Jake's lack of remorse
for how he acted, but how James just waved it all off as if it never
happened. Dammit, babe, I always looked up to Jake for strength and
guidance. He was my hero growing up because dad was always too busy to
spend time with us boys, so I turned to Jake, seeing him as a father."

"Then you need to go see him and have a talk with him," Sean advised.

"I won't and I cannot!  If he wanted to apologize, then he had the chance
while he was here. I'm fine, baby boy...I have you now and that is more
than enough for me," Michael said, turning to face Sean and once he had him
in his arms, he kissed him heatedly.

The kiss acted like a billow, fanning the spark within Sean and turning it
into a raging inferno. Sean wrapped his arms around his husband's neck as
Michael lowered them both down onto the soft rug and climbed atop Sean.

"I love you, Sean, and please don't ever doubt my love for you. I married
you because I wanted to spend eternity with you," he whispered against
Sean's lips, and now it was Sean's eyes that spewed tears. "What's wrong,
baby cakes? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you always seem to say just the right words, darling. It's me... I'm
so damn happy and in love with you. These are happy tears, sweetheart."

"Awww, baby," Michael replied and then as he took possession of Sean's
mouth with his own, he sank his manhood deep into the silken warmth of
Sean's ass.

As they kissed, Michael methodically stroked his cock in and out of Sean,
moving sensuously until they were both thrusting and heaving as one. Sean's
legs were wrapped around Michael, his hips meeting each thrust and his body
burning as the fire raged on, consuming him totally. Minutes passed until
they were moving frantically, their climaxes exploding violently together
and then...bliss, rapture and the most ecstatic afterglow that either had
ever experienced.

"What did you want to do with your life, baby boy, because you surely can't
be happy living in New York," Michael asked, spooning his body with Sean's
and his chin resting on his head.

"I went to college and majored in journalism because I always loved
writing. I own the town newspaper here and even though it doesn't compete
with The Republican in Springfield, it has a fair size following. Jason
runs it for me and has done a very good job at increasing its customer
base, I must say."

"I like Jason; he seems like a man's man, someone that I can relate with,
but Carl..." Michael paused and chuckled, "Carl is a bit out there for me,
with his hands fluttering around, his excitement level way too high and his
flamboyance is just way too much for me to handle."

"They have been together for years, and it was Jason that introduced me to
gay sex," he confided and then looked at Michael, waiting for his reaction.

"He was your first, Sean?"

"Yes, and he was my idol when I was in my early teens. I remember the day
that I made my move on him," he said and his eyes got that faraway look, as
if he was reliving it.

"Tell me about it, baby boy," Michael urged, knowing that deep inside him,
he had a twinge of jealousy surging.

"Really, honey, you want to know about my first time?" a curious Sean
asked, not sure of what he was seeing in his husband's eyes.

"Yes, because it made you what you are today... a fabulous wife," he said
with a bit of a smirk on his mouth.

Sean turned and leaned back against Michael, his eyes were again getting
the far away look as his mind brought forward from his memories, that day.

"Well let me think...it was a hot summer day and we had just finished
cutting the hay in the field and the sweat was pouring off of us by the
buckets. I started to walk back to the truck so that I could go back to the
house and shower. I thought that Jason was right behind me, but he wasn't;
he had totally disappeared from sight."

"Where did he go, baby boy?" a curious Michael asked.

"I'm getting to that, honey," Sean replied. "When I didn't see him, I went
out looking and found him down at the brook that flowed through the woods
behind the field. I was going to call out to him, but something inside me
told me not to. I must have looked so funny then, sneaking quietly through
the trees until I came to the brook."

"So, he went to the brook to cool off?" again Michael interrupted Sean.

"Are you going to keep interrupting me, or are you going to let me tell
you?" Sean scolded.

"Sorry, baby...go ahead, and I promise not to interrupt you again," Michael
sheepishly said, smiling coyly at him.

"As I was saying, Jason was just walking into the water when I came upon
him. I saw that he had stripped off his clothes and I was totally
enthralled with his body. He stood so still for the longest time, as if he
was contemplating his next move."

Michael heard a soft sigh come from Sean, and again his jealousy surged.

"I found his body so appealing as my eyes took in every inch of it. He was
ruggedly beautiful and oh, so masculine," Sean said, as his mind's eye
remembered Jason's body back then. "His body was rock hard from head to toe
as if it had been sculpted from the purest granite. His shoulders were
broad, his body lean with muscles, and when he moved, it was with fluidity,
handsomely muscular and bronzed to that perfect tan. He wore his hair long
back then and it framed a sculpted face, with a straight Roman nose, a
square jaw, and the plumpest of lips one could ever find. I hurried from my
clothes and crept into the water just downstream from him."

"What did...?" Michael quickly placed a hand over his mouth when Sean
looked back and gave him a glare before he continued.

"Jason didn't see or hear me when I got into the water; he was way too busy
washing away the sweat and grime from his body. I swam up as close as I
could without revealing myself to him, or so I thought, and it was then
that he said without even turning...`if you are going to join me, then do
so, Sean,' he said and then disappeared under the water, coming up in front
of me. I nearly jumped out of my skin and fell forward, right into his
arms."

"`Whoa there kid,' he said with a warm, welcoming smile on his lips."

"I was so enthralled with him as his strong arms held me close to him that
I stood on my toes and kissed him. At first it was a soft kiss and when he
didn't resist it, I stroked my tongue across his lips and his mouth
opened. But before I could invade his mouth with my tongue, his tongue took
mine captive, deepening our kiss as he pulled me tightly to him."

"`This isn't right, Sean,' he said, pushing me away from him, but not soon
enough to realize that we were both hard. `Your dad and I are best friends
and what would he think or do if he were to catch me here like this with
you?' Again he pushed me further away and turned, moving hastily from the
water."

"To be honest, Sean, I would have done the same thing, had I been in his
place," Michael warned.

"I know, but you have to remember that I was in love with him back then,"
he added, but deep inside his heart, Sean still held a love for Jason. "I
followed him out of the water and reached him just as he was picking up his
jeans. I pulled them from his grasp and stood determinedly in front of
him. It was then that I saw his manhood for the first time. I gasped; it
was so long and fat even though it was soft from the coldness of the
water."

"`I know how you feel, Jason, but dammit, I love you,' I told him and again
I kissed him and it was my tongue that now invaded his mouth. "He stood
there for what seemed an eternity with his arms hanging quietly at his
sides. I was just about to give up on having him when he slowly enveloped
me in his arms and kissed me back, his tongue now invading my mouth. I was
drunk with lust just from his scent. It was a mixture of man, my man, and
it was sprinkled with the scent of the water and trees."

"Damn, baby cakes, you have me hard just imagining the scene," Michael
said, his cock hard and throbbing against Sean's ass.

Michael lifted Sean and sat him down slowly on his swollen cock, and with
Sean's back still to him.

"Mmmmm, does this mean that you don't want me to continue?" Sean asked,
looking over his shoulder at Michael.

"No... but I find this a better way to listen," he mused, kissing Sean's
full, pouting lips. "So tell me what happened once you two broke your hot
kiss," he demanded, rocking slowly back and forth, moving his cock slowly
within Sean.

"That's the thing, honey; he didn't break the kiss, but instead he slowly
lowered me down to the leaves that covered the ground. His body was on top
of me and our cocks moved seductively against each other, urging us further
into our lust."

"`If we take this further, Sean, you've got to promise me that you'll never
tell another living soul,' he whispered against my lips. `I mean it, Sean,
your father must never find out what we are about to do. It would destroy
our friendship and that, kid, is something I would not want to do.'"

"I promised him and he began kissing me heatedly from my ears down my neck
and came to a stop when he reached my hard, tall nipple. I nearly screamed
out with ecstasy when he bit it and then caressed it with his tongue. He
suckled it for what seemed forever before moving on to my other nipple and
repeating what he had just done."

"Dammit, babe... tell me more," Michael begged, as his cock began moving
faster within Sean's love canal.

Sean closed his eyes momentarily and enjoyed the fullness and erotic
pleasure that Michael's invasion was giving him. He was finding it hard to
concentrate on his story with Michael's cock moving so inside him.

"Where... was I?" he stammered, leaning back harder against Michael's
chest.

"Jason was attacking your nipples," he reminded Sean as his fingers moved
to pinch Sean's nipples.

"How can I tell you this with you seducing me?" Sean asked, leaning his
head back to look up into Michael's glazed eyes.

Michael dropped his hands down to encircled Sean's waist and let Sean
continue his story.

"After I was screaming for mercy, Jason finally moved further onward. His
tongue was a torch and it ignited a fire wherever it touched. I was
delirious with ecstasy when his mouth enveloped my cock and his nose was
nestled snuggly in my pubes.

"`I love the scent of boy, especially this boy that is seducing me,' he
whispered after dropping my cock."

"Damn... damn, baby boy, I know just how he felt. I love your scent too,"
Michael whispered against Sean's neck. "Please continue," he urged.

"Well, he began sucking me and within minutes I was shooting my cum like a
volcano erupting, shooting it into his mouth as my hips thrust upward,
shoving as much of my cock as I could get into his mouth."

Michael opened his mouth; Sean shot him a look, and immediately closed it.

"I was laying there delirious with my afterglow, when he got up and looked
around for his jeans. `What are you doing, Jason?' I asked as I hurried to
stand. `I'm getting dressed. What does it look like I'm doing?' he said as
he stepped into his jeans. My hands went to the waist of the jeans and
stopped him from pulling them up. `No, don't... I want you to make love to
me, Jason' I told him and he looked at me in shock for a long moment before
he spoke."

Michael gasped and his movement stopped momentarily as he dealt with the
jealousy that he was feeling.

`I can't, sweetness, and as much as I would love to, I just can't,' he said
looking down at me and I could see the pain that was in his eyes as they
stared at me. `Why can't you? Is it because of dad, again?' I asked and he
shook his head. `Look here; do you see this cock of mine? Why, it would
tear you wide open once it hardened and I tried to thrust it into your
ass,' he warned, but I wouldn't listen. `I know that you would not
intentionally hurt me, Jason, so please... please can we at least try?' I
asked him and I could see how it was torturing him."

"Damn... just how big was he?" Michael asked.

"His cock measures a full twelve inches and it's extremely fat," Sean said
as he began rocking back and forth on Michael's throbbing cock.

"And I thought that I was big," Michael said, adding fuel to the fire of
jealousy that burned within him.

"I finally convinced him that I would stop if the pain was too great so
that he would at least try. I knew that it would hurt, I looked down again
at his cock and I knew instantly that it would probably tear me wide open
just as he had said, but I was determined to take as much of it, if not all
of it, as I could."

"How much did you take?" Michael asked, and then realized that he was,
again, continually interrupting Sean.

"He climbed atop me, straddling my hips and his hands held mine as he
lowered his mouth to mine in an all-consuming kiss. He moved his body down
and off of me, thrusting my legs onto his shoulders before lowering his
mouth to my virgin pucker. My ass was bouncing as his tongue paid homage to
my rosebud. He fucked my ass with that tongue of his until I was begging
for him to fuck me. He sat up, spit several times into his hand and then
slowly massaged it into my hole. He spit again and rubbed it around the
bulbous head of his cock before placing it against my love tunnel's
opening. `Push out and remember to take deep, long breaths when you feel me
pushing in,' he instructed and I nodded my head.

"I remember my first time that I was fucked and it was then I vowed to
never bottom again, it hurt so fucking much," Michael said, remembering his
first time bottoming for James, his brother.

But then that was another story that he needed to share with Sean, he
thought.

"You were a bottom?" he asked, surprised by the revelation. "With whom?" he
asked, looking back at Michael.

"I'll tell you about it later, but first I want to hear about you and
Jason," Michael said, but inside him he secretly wished that he had never
asked.

"Well, as I was saying, Jason had told me what to do and then he lowered
his mouth to mine and kissed me as he pushed his cock into me. I gasped and
cried out when the head first slipped past the ring and tears began rolling
down my cheeks. If I had not had my arms around him, he would have pulled
out. `I knew that I was too big for you, baby love,' he said to me and all
that I could do was shake my head. I placed my hands to his face, cupping
it tenderly and pulling him down for a kiss. `More... give me more,' I
whispered against his lips and then kissed him again."

"Did he?" Michael asked impatiently.

"He slowly pushed his cock into me as our mouths dueled. I was in pain but
it was a different kind of pain... almost agonizingly sweet. `Stop... I
can't take anymore of your cock in me,' I finally cried out and he began
laughing. `What's so funny...? I'd like to see you take this,' I asked and
he stopped laughing. `I'm all the way in, sweetheart; you have every
fucking inch of my cock in you,' Jason said smiling down at me."

"You took all twelve inches of his cock into your virgin ass?" Michael said
with a disbelieving tone to his voice.

"Yes... every fucking inch of his cock," Sean said adamantly in return. "He
just smiled at me for the longest time and began, just a couple of inches
at first, slowly pulling out and then ever so slowly pushing back in. I
moved my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his hips as his
thrusts took on a more urgent need. He found a rhythm that had us moving
harmoniously together as he made love to me. I could see his pleasure in
his eyes as he moved steadily in me, moving us closer to our edge. Well,
after many long, ecstatic minutes of fucking, I could feel my balls
churning as my cum began to boil and rise. `I'm cumming again,' I cried
out; he lowered his mouth to mine in a feverish kiss and my cock exploded,
spewing my cum between us. Jason's thrusts quickened as his cock rammed
unmercifully into me, and my ass muscles pulled and strangled his cock,
pushing him closer to his edge and tumbling him over it...`I'm going to
cum, Sean,' Jason cried out. Sean stiffened when he realized that Michael's
thrusts were just as urgent and he ground his ass down onto Michael's
engorged cock, pushing him over his edge and into the abyss of ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, babe... cumming," he grunted and blasted Sean's insides with
warm, man cream.

Sean lifted himself off Michael's cock and stood, looking down at his
exhausted husband as he sat there reveling in his sweet afterglow. Michael
looked up at Sean's semi-hard cock and pulled him forward, engulfing Sean's
manhood with his mouth.

Sean placed his hands on Michael's head to steady himself as he fucked
furiously into his mouth. Soon his cock was hard and shooting his seed deep
into Michael's mouth.

"Am I as good?" Michael asked Sean after they had both regained normalcy.

"As what?" Sean asked, perplexed by the question.

"Am I as good as Jason, when I make love to you?" his jealousy had to ask.

"No, babe, you are a million times better, my jealous husband," Sean said
kneeling to kiss Michael.

***

The next day they took off early for the beach and after a bit of hunting,
they located the nude beach. They found a spot amongst the various naked
men and women that populated the popular beach and spread their blanket out
on the soft, white sand. Michael stood, dropped his shorts and after giving
his cock a couple of tugs, laid down on the blanket to sun. Sean sat and
inched his shorts down and off, not being so brazen as his husband.

They had been lying there for a few minutes when Sean heard a familiar
voice coming from a shadow that lay over him.

"I thought that was you, sweetheart," Robert said, dropping down and
straddling Sean's hips with his legs.

"If you value your life, mister, I would recommend getting your sorry ass
off my husband," Michael warned.

"Your husband... when did you get married?" Robert asked, shocked by the
news, and more so, by the realization that he was not going to win Sean
back.

"We got married New Year's eve if you must know. Now, if you don't mind,
and even if you do, get the fuck off me," Sean commanded.

"But babe... you and I have a history together," Robert tried to reason
with Sean as he kept an eye on Michael who was now rising.

"You had a history, Robert, and I am sorry to say that you found me not
enough and had to seek sex elsewhere," Sean replied, gasping when Michael
bodily removed Robert from him, tossing his lotion coated body into the
sand.

"Now look here," Robert said threateningly to Michael.

"No, mister, you look," Michael said with his fists resting on his hips as
he stared down at Robert. "If I ever catch you coming around my husband
again, I won't be so gentle, if you know what I mean. Now get the fuck out
of here," he ordered and laughed heartily when Robert hastily rushed away,
his body glistening with the white sand that covered him.

"You may have won this battle, mister, but you have hardly won the
war. I'll get you back for humiliating me in front of all these people,"
Robert grumbled softly as he hurried back to his spot on the beach. "And
your fucking slut also," he added, glancing back at Sean and Michael, who
were now engaged in conversation as if Robert didn't even exist.

"I don't know about you, Michael, but I've had enough sun for the day,"
Sean said, starting to gather their things and placing them into the beach
bag they had brought.

"Sit, dammit," Michael commanded, stretching out again on the blanket. "I
am not going to let that dweeb chase us away," he added, staring sternly at
Sean.

"Okay, darling," Sean said, lying down beside him. "My knight," he
whispered, half lying over Michael's chest. "Just what did you do in the
Marines?" he asked after giving him a long, deep kiss.

"I was an MP, and a damn good one if I do say so myself," he proudly
said. "No one messes with my husband and gets away with it," Michael added
and then kissed him again.

"So, what are your plans for work, now that you are out of the Marines?"
Sean asked, hoping to divert Michael's attention away from Robert and back
to him.

"I had thought of becoming a cop," he said softly, glancing at Sean to
gauge his reaction.

"Really, and just where did you plan on being one?" Sean asked, now sitting
and looking at Michael with questioning eyes. "Because if you say New York,
then forget it. I am not going to lose you to some street thug," he added.

"Truthfully, I was hoping to talk you into staying here and letting me
apply at the Springfield Police Department," Michael said again, cautiously
moving back for Sean's next reaction.

"You're serious, aren't you Michael?" Sean asked, already allowing his mind
to work out the details for such a move for him. "I would have to sell my
condo in New York, and of course that would also mean quitting my job at
the magazine," he said, more to himself than to Michael. "I think I can
manage that," he finally said, turning his attention back to Michael and
smiling.

"Really, baby boy...you would give up New York for me?" an excited Michael
asked, sitting up and pulling Sean into a hard kiss.

"I've grown tired of New York, with its constant whining of sirens and
having to always being alert for muggers... yes, sweetheart; I think I am
ready to move back here. I do own the paper here in town..." he paused, "So
let's do it," Sean declared finally as he kissed his husband.

"How long will it take you to wrap everything up in New York?" Michael
asked, as he reflexively began helping Sean pack up.

"I should give Mr. Reynolds a two week notice, and there is also the condo
to sell, but I can just turn that over to a realtor," Sean said as he
mentally ran down the list of things that he would need to do before moving
back to Shelburne Falls. "I would say two weeks, three at the most," Sean
said, smiling at Michael and handing him his shorts to put on.

"Hey... I thought that we were staying here and sunning!" Michael said when
he finally realized that they were leaving.

"I have a much better idea, Michael, on how to spend the rest of the day,"
Sean said, smiling down seductively at his husband.

"Give me one minute to get these on," Michael grinned, hopping on one foot
as he struggled to pull his shorts on.

***

Unfortunately, it was much longer than Sean had first imagined for him to
permanently move back to Massachusetts. It took him two months and in the
meantime, Michael applied and was accepted by the Springfield police
department. He was just finishing up the academy when Sean moved back;
bringing the things he wanted to keep as the left the city. Sean stood in
the foyer and looked around at the variety of furniture and boxes,
wondering what he was thinking when he had decided to keep all of these
things.

"We'll have a huge fucking tag sale," Carl said excitedly, clapping his
hands together in applause.

"I could, I guess," Sean said as he looked around for Michael. "Have you
seen Michael anywhere?" he asked.

"The last time that I saw that hunk of man flesh, he was heading upstairs
with a box," Carl added. "Would you like me to go fetch him for you?" his
heart pounding as he waited for Sean's answer.

"If you don't mind... I am sort of stuck here," Sean said as he placed a
box here, and another box there, hoping to make a path between the living
room and the stairs.

Carl hurried up the stairs and looked around for Michael, finally deciding
that Michael must be in his bedroom. He placed his ear against the door,
heard nothing, so he knocked softly.

"Come on in, baby boy," he heard Michael say, in a very suggestive voice.

Carl gulped suddenly and opened the door. As he peeked around it, he saw
Michael sprawled out spread eagle on the bed, his left arm over his eyes as
his right hand stroked his cock.

Carl gasped and tiptoed over to the bed and sat down on the edge, replacing
Michael's hand with his mouth.

"Yeah, baby boy... suck your man's cock," Michael said, keeping his arm in
place and his eyes closed as Carl pleasured his throbbing cock.

Carl knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he had had sex with Sean so
many times that he didn't think Sean would mind this one time. So he sucked
Michael's cock eagerly as his fingers played with the man's hefty balls.

"Mmmmm..." Carl moaned.  Michael's eyes flew open and he sat up, seeing
Carl sucking him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Michael screamed, pushing Carl away and
getting quickly up from the bed.

"I was just helping you out, handsome," Carl said in his defense.

"My God, Michael, what is going on in here?" Sean demanded and then gasped
when he saw a naked Michael standing there with a pillow hiding his groin.

"I heard a knock on the door and thought that it was you, Sean. The next
thing I know, Carl here is blowing me," Michael declared, looking angrily
at Carl.

"He did say come in," Carl said quietly. "I saw his cock standing up and
with his hand stroking it, I couldn't help myself, Sean! Really, I
couldn't, I just had to taste him!" Carl said, now crying.

"He misled me; he made me think it was you, Sean, that had entered the
room," Michael said, feeling guilty.

"Carl didn't mean anything by it, babe. Before you entered my life, I was
having sex with both him and Jason," he confided. "So he must have felt
that you were fair game," he added in Carl's defense, and Carl nodded his
head.

"How was I doing before you noticed it was me?" Carl dared to ask.

"That alone should have told me that it wasn't Sean... he can't take my
cock down to the root like you did."

"I've had years of experience with Jay, handsome," Carl said proudly. "If
Sean doesn't mind, could I finish what I started?" he also dared to ask.

"I'm fine with it... what about you, Michael?" Sean asked, shiftng his gaze
over to Michael.

"I don't know about this... What about Jason? What would he think?" Michael
asked.

"Not a damned thing," Jason said from the doorway, causing everyone to turn
to him, no one having heard his entrance. "I tried looking around for you
downstairs, but when I heard voices coming from up here, I decided to
follow them."

"I guess it's your call, Michael," Sean said again, looking back at his
quiet man.

"Oh, what the fuck... go for it, Carl," Michael said, tossing the pillow
back onto the bed.

"Do you mind if I take care of your husband?" Jason asked Michael, who was
deliriously happy with how great Carl was sucking his cock and half hearing
Jason.

Michael nodded as he closed his eyes and tossed back his head.

"No fucking for either of you," Michael warned, his jealousy rising as he
looked over at Sean and Jason, who were already stripping off their
clothes.

"Just a blowjob, big guy," Jason said in a promise and dropping to his
knees before a now naked Sean.

Michael pulled Sean closer to him and chuckled softly, watching Jason
walking on his knees as he followed Sean's cock, buried balls deep in his
mouth. Michael pulled Sean into a hot, long kiss, while Carl and Jason
sucked feverishly on their cocks.

"This had better not become a habit," Michael whispered to Sean in warning.

"I promise it's just this one time," Sean assured him. "Besides, I was the
one that came in and found your cock buried down Carl's throat," he said.

"I already told you, I thought that Carl was you," he added in his defense.

"And what about Carl and Jason? Don't they deserve pleasure also?"

"I'm not blowing Carl...no way, Sean," Michael whispered, trying not to let
either Carl or Jason hear.

"Then how about fucking me?" Carl asked, dropping Michael's cock and
looking with hope filled eyes at Michael.

Michael knew that if he fucked Carl, he would have to let Jason do the same
to Sean. He was already jealous with Jason blowing Sean, so how would he
feel if he were to fuck him? He wondered, looking down at Jason's hard
cock. He slowly shook his head as he gazed at the size.

"Do you want me to fuck Carl because I remember how you reacted that night
when you thought that I was James?" he reminded Sean. "And you know that if
I fuck Carl, then Jason is going to want to fuck you," he added, fueling
the fire of jealousy within him.

"It's not like he hasn't fucked me before, because he has and each time it
has been after he's fucked Carl and with Carl kissing me as Jason fucked
me," Sean said, looking from Michael to Jason and then back to Michael.

"I don't know how this all got started... well, I do know how it got
started, but this had better be the last fucking time that it happens,"
Michael said, pulling Carl up from his knees and tossing him on the bed. "I
want you right here beside me, though," he added as he climbed between
Carl's spread legs.

Jason gently lay Sean down beside Carl and reached over to the nightstand
and grabbed the lube.

"You'll need this," he said, first squirting a large dollop into his own
hand and handing Michael the bottle.

`My God, he even knows where Sean keeps his supplies for fucking,' Micheal
thought as he grabbed the bottle of lube from Jason.

Michael and Jason both prepared their men and when they were ready, Michael
watched as Jason eased his massive cock into Sean. Sean laid there, his
eyes closed as Jason finished entering him, and let out his breath slowly.

"Hello, Michael...I'm getting rather cold here waiting," Carl said,
reaching down to grab Michael's cock and placing it to his love canal. "Now
push," he ordered, and Michael fully entered Carl.

Michael began with fast, urgent thrusts, one eye on Carl and the other on
Michael, as Jason tenderly, slowly, and methodically fucked Sean. Sean was
moaning loudly as Jason's cock fucked him, causing the demon of jealousy to
rage inside Michael.

`Does he moan that loud for me?' Michael questioned himself in his mind,
watching how Sean moved as one with Jason. `He's fucking enjoying it!' he
thought watching how glazed over Sean's eyes were.

"I can't do this... I can't even keep my cock hard with you fucking my man
and him enjoying it," Michael said, pulling his soft cock from Carl's ass.

"No problem, buddy," Jason said, pulling his cock from Jason and quickly
moving to Carl to insert his cock deep into him.

Michael felt like a shit, looking down at his husband and wondering if he
was angry for taking Jason away.

"Well, aren't you going to fuck me?" Sean asked, holding his arms up in
welcome to Michael.

"I'm sorry, baby boy, but I just can't take another man fucking you... I
just can't do it," he said as he thrust his re-hardened cock into Sean's
ass.

"Shhhh... just make love to me," Sean whispered, pulling Michael to him in
a warm embrace and locking eyes with Jason, knowing exactly how Jason felt.

***

Outside Sean's house, a shadow crept from the cover of the trees, carrying
a large can of gasoline in his right hand and a lighter in the other. The
figure stood looking up at the only light that was on, and from experience,
he knew that it was Sean's bedroom.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold," Robert whispered as he doused the
back door with gasoline.

He cursed softly but bitterly when some of the gas splashed back on him,
soaking his coat with the flammable liquid. Satisfied that he had the back
covered enough to prevent escape and to quickly allow the flames to move up
the side of the house, he trailed a path of gasoline around the house to
the front, where he did the same to the front entrance.

Seeing a set of headlights approaching from down the road, Robert sought
cover behind a tall set of shrubs. He watched the car come, drive by, and
when he was convinced it was safe, he continued dousing the house.

"No one... no one humiliates me and lives to tell about it," Robert said as
he knelt down to set the lit lighter to the gas.

The gas ignited and the flames rapidly followed the liquid up the house and
around it, burning bright and fast, finally igniting the gas soaked wood in
the back also.

The four men were cuddling comfortably together and sleeping in Sean and
Michael's king size bed. Michael suddenly sat up, startled by a loud, blood
curdling shriek; he then saw the flames as they licked at the window.

"FIRE!" Micheal screamed, causing Sean, Jason, and Carl to bolt from the
bed, each seeking their own clothing before they raced from the room. Still
naked and hurrying down the hall toward the staircase, Sean suddenly
stopped, seeing the first floor foyer ablaze.

"We can't get out this way," he cried, forcing the others to turn and
retreat the way that they had come.

"The servant stairs," Carl called out, remembering the back staircase that
led down to the kitchen and to the back door.

They followed Carl as they raced to the end of the hall and again as they
made their way downstairs, they stopped when they saw the kitchen was also
on fire.

"We're trapped," Sean said in a panic as he began to cry
hysterically. Michael shook him hard but he refused to stop. Michael lifted
his hand to slap Sean, but Jason grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him.

"Never do you hit him," Jason said adamantly and struck Sean himself,
causing Sean to come back to his senses.

"The only place to go is the back bedroom that I use for my office," Sean
said, striving to curb his fear as he led the group to his office.

Michael looked out the window and saw that the flames had yet to reach this
side of the building.

"It's a long fucking drop, but a broken leg or arm is still better than
being burned alive," Michael declared, picking up a chair and tossing it
through the window.

He and Jason worked feverishly to smash out the shards of glass that
remained in the window. "I'll go first and try to break the other's fall,"
Jason said as he climbed up onto the window ledge.

"I hear sirens," Carl screamed, pulling Jason back into the room. "Wait,
honey, wait for the fire department to get here," he asked, looking with
fear and love in his eyes at him.

Sean was insanely quiet as he stood at the door and watched the flames as
they began burning the carpet and walls at the other end of the hall.

"Awww guys...I don't think we have the luxury of waiting for the firemen to
get here," he said with a quivering voice.

The others turned around and saw how fast the flames were moving toward
them. Michael slammed the door shut and hurried back over to the window
where Jason was reasoning with Carl.

"We jump together sweetheart, because I don't want to live if you don't
make it," Carl said, clinging tightly to Jason.

"We are both going to make it baby," Jason assured his lover as he turned,
letting his body dangle from the ledge before he let go, and dropping the
two stories down to the ground.

"Michael, help us...we're going to burn to death!" Sean screamed
out. Michael turned back toward the door and saw how the fire was now
licking at the door to the room as thick black smoke poured in from under
the door.

Sean began choking and coughing and staggered back from the door, falling
into Michael's arms and blacking out. Michael looked at the door and
noticed how the paint was bubbling, telling him that the fire was burning
its way through.

"I love you, Sean," Michael said as he too surrendered to the darkness...

To be continued...



Well, there you have it guys--Chapter One of the sequel to "The Christmas
Visitor." Let me know what you think at: christoskastellanos@yahoo.com

Thank you, Christos