Date: Thu, 5 May 2016 14:46:48 -1000 From: Mark Dross Subject: Loving Conor Chapter 4 Loving Conor - Chapter 4 Waking up in someone else's bed is always strange. For a fleeting moment, I was back in Arizona, snuggled with Julie... then my brain registered the muscular body against mine and the sweet but undeniably manly scent, and I remembered. I was afraid that if I opened my eyes, I would realize it had all been just a sweet dream. As it is every morning, my cock was hard, but this time it was resting between two ass cheeks. My left hand was on Conor's hip, and I slowly slipped it down to his hard, thick, dick and wrapped my fingers around it. It was all too good to be true, and I didn't want to wake up. It had been so long since I felt this way, and I wanted this dream to last forever, so I held my eyes shut. I gently grasped Conor's meaty cock and stroked it, pausing to run my fingers around the underside of his exposed cockhead. Conor stirred and moaned, then said... "Aim!" I opened my eyes and said "Don't you dare!" Conor was laughing as he rolled out of bed and hit me in the face with his pillow, then ran off to the bathroom. I joined Conor and within a few moments we were both pissing... in the toilet this time. When Conor was done relieving himself, he washed his hands and started brushing his teeth. All my stuff was still in Jim's room, but Conor grabbed another toothbrush from a drawer and handed it to me. Conor finished brushing, then gargled with mouthwash and passed it to me. Apparently both of us had the same idea, because as soon as we were done with the task, our lips met. I reached for Conor's sweet cock again, but he pulled away and said, "All in good time. I have plans for that. Let's clean up and go for a walk if you're up for it." I was glad Conor had asked if I would go for a walk with him. I wanted to see more of the area, and couldn't think of a better tour guide. I told Conor that I needed to go to Jim's room and change into some fresh clothes, and he said, "Bring your stuff and stay with me... I mean, if you want to." It didn't take long to rinse off, shove my clothes back into my suitcase, and make the short walk back to Conor's room. I was reaching for the door when Samantha came out of her room down the hall. I smiled and said "Good morning!", and got a cold stare and curt, "Hi" in return. Conor opened the door and stuck his head out, only to receive the same accusing look from Samantha. Once we were back in his room, I asked "What was that about?" Conor answered, "Sam is a bit protective. Let's grab some coffee from the kitchen and I'll tell you about it as we walk down to the beach." With coffee in hand, Conor and I waited for the lights to change as we made our way across two busy streets down to the boardwalk. As soon as we were clear of the noise, Conor said, "Sam and I dated for almost a year, but we were never really good together. I may be open minded but she is a free spirit, always pushing boundaries. After we broke up two years ago, I introduced Sam to Tom, and they have been a couple ever since. We're good friends, though." I still wasn't quite sure why Sam had given me the stink eye, so I asked if it was our age difference. Conor's answer surprised me, "No, it's... you are the first person I've been with since we broke up." Conor grabbed my hand, saying "Come with me, I want to show you something!" I followed Conor through a narrow alley, to the front of a building located at the end of a row. The building had two stories and was covered with layers of peeling paint on wooden siding, revealing years of neglect. Conor said, "This place has been vacant for at least five years. It's in a prime location, but with all of the new buildings available, no one seems to want to invest the time or money into tearing it down and rebuilding it. Personally I like the charm of the old buildings and think it just needs to be fixed up. I've been saving every penny I can, and hope to turn it into a studio someday. There's a loft inside that would make a perfect living space." Conor was very animated as he told me his dream, but a bit of a sad look came over his face as he finished, "I doubt I'll be able to save enough before someone finally buys it, and I don't have the credit to get a loan yet." I squeezed Conor's hand and said, "Hold on to your vision, Conor. Dreams do come true, you know." Conor kept hold of my hand as we continued our walk to the beach, interlocking his fingers with mine. I felt comfortable walking hand in hand with the young man, and if we got any disapproving looks, I didn't notice and I didn't care. As we neared the water, we kicked our sandals off, letting the waves lick our feet. I asked Conor more about his photography business. The photos I had seen so far were incredible but erotic, and I was curious if Conor thought there was enough demand to fill a studio gallery. Conor explained "Oh, no. those photos are only for my private collection. I'm primarily hired to take promotional photos for ballet, dance, theatre, and gymnastics schools. I'll show you my portfolio when we get back." Conor stood, staring out at the awe inspiring beauty of the ocean, but my eyes were locked on the awe inspiring beauty holding my hand. After a few moments of silence, Conor grinned and said, "Like what you see?" I smiled and said, "You have no idea how much." Conor turned and looked me from head to toe, then said "Oh, I think I do." I asked, "What do you do to keep that gorgeous body so fit?" Conor smiled, "Come with me and I'll show you." I followed as Conor led me back to the boardwalk, past dozens of shops, to a building a couple blocks away. A sign over the door read "Markov School of Gymnastics". Once inside, we were greeted by sounds of a voice with a Russian accent "No no, lock your knees!" then the unmistakable thump of someone hitting the mat hard. "What did I tell you? Again!" I followed Conor into the musky scented training room, and we watched as a young boy attempted his move on the Rings again, but this time landing on his feet. "Yes, that's it! Now go home and rest. You will need your strength for tomorrow." As the happy youngster grabbed his towel and ran to the locker room, the coach turned and smiled "Conor, my boy! I have missed you these last few weeks. You are going to go soft if you don't practice!" Although I knew what the coach meant, I had to suppress a chuckle... Conor was never soft. Conor replied, "Don't worry, I've had plenty of exercise. I worked out last night as a matter of fact." I literally had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at Conor's comment. "Coach Adrik, this is my friend, Brandon. I'm showing him around and thought we would stop in and say hello." I shook the coach's hand, "It's very nice to meet you, Adrik." It felt like I had stuck my hand in a vice as the coach gripped it. "And you as well, Brandon." Conor spoke up, "I trained in gymnastics in Ireland, and was happy to find Adrik once I moved here." Adrik said, "Yes, it is a shame Conor and I did not meet when he was young. He has natural talent. I only wish I had more students like him." Conor blushed at the comment, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity, "Well, then, you will have to show me your moves, Conor." Before Conor could reply to my jibe, another young boy came into the room. "You are late, James. Go warm up and we will begin." The coach shook his head at the boy, then said "I am sorry my friends, but I must go to my work now." I followed Conor as he quickly walked out of the gym, both of us laughing hysterically as the door closed behind us. It felt odd... the mix of emotions that seemed to come from nowhere. Conor's melodic laugh made me think of her. Julie's laugh sounded like a song, and I realized how much I missed her. Yet, the loneliness and sadness were gone. I would always miss Julie, but I felt complete in this moment with Conor. I had no idea how long or how often I would feel this way, but here... now... I felt complete. As tears rolled down my face, Conor stopped laughing and put his hands on my shoulders "Hey, babe, what's wrong?" I caught the word... "babe", and I loved that he used it. I grabbed Conor's shirt with both hands, pulled him to me and kissed his beautiful face. After a few moments, I broke our kiss and said, "Nothing is wrong. For the first time in a long time, everything is right." Conor looked deep into my eyes, as if to read my thoughts, then smiled and said, "Okay, good. Should we move on then, or do you need a break?" I replied, "There's nothing I would rather be doing, please continue the tour." As we walked to wherever it was Conor was taking me next, he told me more about his past. "My mom couldn't afford to enroll me in classes, so I would watch the gymnasts train and mimic them. I built my gym out of whatever I could find and practiced almost every day. I used to get in trouble because I would rather do gymnastics than my schoolwork." Conor got quiet after mentioning his mother. "When was the last time you saw her?", I asked. Conor replied, "Last year, actually. I had saved enough to bring her here, but she refused to come back with me. Three years ago she ended up in the hospital from an overdose and was forced into rehab. It turned out to be the best thing for her. She relapsed early on, but has been clean now for two years. She's held a job working at the rehab center, and is committed to helping others. I miss her, but I'm happy for her, and we talk once a week." I felt humbled that Conor was sharing something so personal with me. I put a hand on his shoulder, and Conor reached up and covered my hand with his. Our next stop took us into an older part of town to a quaint building that seemed to be an old movie theater. Conor said, "I offered to help someone with something, but I have a feeling you won't mind." I looked up at the sign above the door, and translated it, "Dance of the heart". Conor looked surprised, "Keep speaking in French and you might get laid." I smiled and said, "In that case, Que tous tes voeux se réalisent." Conor said, "Wait, what does that mean?" I chuckled and replied, "I will show you later." As Conor and I entered the building, the sound of classical music filled the air. Rows of theater chairs covered the floor below a stage, on which many tiny ballerinas were dancing. I stood and watched the young girls and couldn't help but smile. When music stopped, one of the girls called out "Conor!' and they all ran down the short set of stairs and surrounded Conor who knelt down and hugged the girls, telling them how wonderful they danced. A young lady, who was obviously their teacher, came down and said, "Okay girls, you need to go change before your parents get here." The girls all hugged Conor again and ran off to change. "I wonder how many photographers have their own groupies?" the woman asked. Conor smiled and replied "Only the ones who sneak chocolate in their camera bag." The young lady smacked Conor on the arm, "So that's why I couldn't hold their attention!" Then she looked at me and asked, "Who have you brought with you?" I was a bit surprised when Conor took my hand in his. "Clarissa, this is my friend Brandon." I started to hold out my free hand, but Clarissa curtsied to me. "A pleasure to meet you." I smiled at the polite gesture, and replied "And you as well." Conor said, "I'll leave you two to talk while I get ready." Clarissa watched Conor as he walked past the stage and through a door, crossing her arms over her chest. I was about to ask what Conor was getting ready for, when Clarissa turned to me. "It looks as though you two are more than friends." I wasn't quite sure what to say, so I stood silent. Clarissa said, "It's perfectly fine, but I must admit I'm a bit jealous. You are a lucky man... or maybe it is Conor who is the lucky one." I replied, "I do feel fortunate to have found Conor. I'm only in town for a short time, though, so maybe I can put a good word in for you." which prompted a laugh from the pretty dancer, who said "Heaven knows I've dropped enough hints. If it hasn't happened yet, I doubt it will ever happen." then she said, "Please, have a seat and enjoy the dancing." Conor hadn't told me exactly what he came here to do, so I sat down to wait. Within a few moments the lights dimmed and beautiful piano music started, though I couldn't place the song. Clarissa appeared on the stage and started dancing; her arms and legs extending, raising, and dropping gracefully while balancing on her toes. I had never really paid much attention to ballet, but as Clarissa danced gracefully around the stage, I was quickly becoming a fan. At one point, the music raced faster and faster, then stopped, and Clarissa froze in place. Conor appeared, dressed in nothing but tan leggings that left little to the imagination. As the music started again, Conor danced around Clarissa, then reached out to take her hand. Clarissa turned her back on Conor, and danced away from him. The tempo of the music sped up again as Conor danced in frustration. Conor went to Clarissa again, and she refused him again. I was struck by the irony of Clarissa's tale of rejection from Conor. The music grew faster and Conor danced almost to a point of rage, then slowed. A violin joined what had previously only been piano, and the song drew a sad tone. Conor danced once again to Clarissa, who refused him yet again. Conor danced away, withdrawn in submission, then collapsed to the floor. The music picked up again, as Clarissa danced wildly toward Conor's seemingly lifeless form. The expression of the music and of Clarissa's dance turned to obvious grief. Clarissa reached down and lifted Conor's hand, but it dropped to the floor. Clarissa fell to her knees next to Conor, then pressed her lips to his. The lights dimmed, and the music faded, an apparent tragic ending to the story. Just as it appeared Conor had died of a broken heart, the music tempo peaked, and Conor's arm rose to embrace his lover. Clarissa and Conor stood and danced together as horns and drums entered the song, expressing the joy and celebration of the happy couple. In finale, Conor lifted Clarissa above his head, his arms holding firm, guiding her slowly to the ground. I was thoroughly impressed, but also very turned on. Although I had been distracted by the beauty of their dance and the story, it hadn't escaped me how amazingly hot Conor looked in tights. As they danced, Conor's midsection glistened with sweat, and his muscles danced their own seductive ballet. Conor's signature bulge was highlighted in the thin fabric, as were his defined legs and perfect peach ass, dimples and all. I stood up and clapped as the couple took a bow, and only then realized my cock was rock hard. After Conor changed back into his shorts and t-shirt, we said farewell to Clarissa and started our walk back to the beach. I said, "So, are you going to show me your skills in glass blowing next?" Conor chuckled and said, "No, but I can think of some other blowing skills to show you." as he grabbed the bulge in my shorts. I said, "I'm counting on that, but seriously, you just danced ballet!" Conor laughed, "Well, after all the gymnastics training it came natural. Besides, I was just helping Clarissa with the routine until her partner, Louis, gets back into town. He's the real dancer, I just wing it." I said, "Somehow I don't think you could ever stop surprising me." Then I put my arm over Conor's shoulders and we continued our journey together. As we walked down the beach, I saw a "Warning, Nude Bathers Beyond This Point" sign. Even though I've lived near them before, this would be my first time at a nude beach. To be honest, I was expecting to see a beach full of unattractive elderly people. I was surprised, however, when I looked around and saw quite a few fit men and women and even families with children. I asked Conor, "Are we joining them?" Conor replied, "No, not here. Those kids don't need to see the boner monster in my pants. They'll have nightmares for weeks!" then he smiled and winked at me. I said, "That reminds me. Does that thing ever go soft?" Conor answered, "Not as long as your sexy ass is around. I've been thinking about filling it since the day we met." I smiled and squeezed Conor's hand, then I realized the implications of what he said and panic set in. Conor chuckled, "Don't worry, we'll take it slow. If it's too much for you, there are plenty of other things we can do." After we rounded another bend, a sign read, "Adults Over 18 Only Beyond This Point." Conor and I ducked under an orange rope, then walked to one of many cabanas lined up in rows. We reached a cabana in the row nearest the beach, and Conor said "This is our stop." Conor had been carrying a small backpack, and pulled out a red, laminated, tag. He hung the tag on a hook, then rolled the canvas door up, and said, "These are rented out by the day, week, month, or year. Jim has had this one for two years. Jim comes here to relax, but I have something else in mind." Conor set his pack down, and said, "You won't be needing these." as he pulled my shorts down, then his, and we kicked them out of the way. Conor unzipped his pack and pulled out a jar that was obviously some kind of lubricant, saying "We will need this, though." and his sweet smile looked more like a wicked grin. Conor wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight, our cocks and lips pressing against each other. I immediately fell into oblivion as the feeling of electric shock seemed to course between our lips, once again sending tingling sensations throughout my body. The sound of waves crashing, and the breeze gently whisking my skin, added to the moment; but the idea that we were about to have sex in a public place... fucking turned me on! There was an extra wide chaise lounge in the center of the cabana, and Conor gently pushed me down to the soft cushion, falling on top of me. Time and space seemed to lose all meaning again as I was drawn deeper into the moment. Conor's lips moved from my lips, and I felt his warm breath on my ear. He took my earlobe into his mouth and bit gently, then did the same to my neck, kissing and softly biting as he worked his way down to my chest. Conor bit and licked my nipple, then continued doing the same as he moved lower to my stomach, his soft hair brushing my skin. I let out a moan as I felt Conor's breath hit my hard cock, but his sweet mouth stayed just a fraction of an inch away, kissing, licking, biting, and sucking all around, but not touching. I was trembling as Conor moved away, then grabbed my hips and pulled and twisted, putting me in the doggy position. I felt so incredibly vulnerable with my knees on the ground, my torso on the chaise, and my cock pinned and pointing straight down between my slightly spread legs. I felt Conor's warm breath, then his lips, tongue and teeth, as he savored every inch of my ass cheeks. I shuddered when he spread my cheeks apart and put his wet tongue flat against my hole, licking it over and over. I heard the jar open, then felt Conor spreading the lubricant cream on my asshole. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Conor massaged my tight hole, then slid a finger slowly inside me. "Uhhhh..." Conor asked, "Is this okay?" I responded by moaning something unintelligible, and Conor said "I'll take that as a yes." I could feel precum starting to drip from my cock as Conor pumped his fingers in and out of my tight hole, first one, then two, and then a third. I knew Conor was trying to prepare me for what was coming next, and I found that I wanted it more than anything. Conor asked, "Are you ready?" I moaned again, "Yesss, please fuck me." I heard Conor whisper, "Yessss!" and his fingers were soon replaced by the tip of his big cock. I felt the pressure and pain as Conor's dick made its way inside me. I moaned, a bit too loudly, "Ahhh Fuck!" and grabbed the cushion between my teeth and with both fists. Conor said, "Just breathe and relax." If I hadn't known better, I would swear that Conor was trying to fist me, but I wasn't about to make him stop. Conor held his position and said, "Tell me when." I took a couple deep breaths, then pushed back into Conor's cock forcing his big cockhead past my anal ring, then "Ooomph!" he was balls deep in me. Conor moaned, "Ahhhh fuck you feel good!" then started slowly fucking my ass in short strokes, and waves of pleasure mixed with pain shot through my entire being. "Oh fuck, babe, don't hold back!" Conor picked up the pace, and I could feel his balls start banging against me as his thrusts grew harder and faster. Conor leaned over my back, then grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head backwards towards his. I turned as best I could to face my lover, and he kissed me hard, muffling my moans with his mouth. I had been fucked once before I met Julie, but I was stoned out of my mind and didn't enjoy it. This time, and with this man... was a completely different story. Conor continued to slide his thick meat in and out of my hole, and his pace picked up. The pain had gone and was replaced with some of the deepest pleasure I had ever experienced. As Conor thrusted in, I tried to lift my ass to meet his thrusts and drive his cock deeper and deeper. I was groaning and mumbling "F-f-fuck m-m-e!" and Conor responded by pounding me hard. Conor's breath became ragged, and I could feel his abs tightening up on my back, his body slapping against mine harder and harder. I knew he was getting close, and I wanted it... more than anything in the world, I wanted his seed in me... then he stopped. I must have sounded pitiful as I said, "Oh fuck, don't stop, don't stop. I want your cum." Conor grinned and said, "Not yet, baby, not quite yet." I moaned a sigh of resignation, and he smiled and slapped my ass. "Get your hot ass on the cushion!" We slid ourselves up on the chaise, and Conor had me lay on my side then spooned me. My freshly fucked hole felt empty, so I reached behind and grabbed Conor's cock, guiding it back inside. I knew then, that I could go the rest of my life and not get enough of his amazing dick. I was ready to finish what we started, and Conor said, "We should have charged admission." I looked out of the cabana, and saw that a small crowd of people had gathered about 15 feet away. One couple, however had moved up for a closer view. The couple looked young, early 20s maybe. The girl was standing behind the guy, giving him a reach around. I heard her say, "You want that big cock, don't you?" The guy responded by nodding his head. Conor didn't seem to mind that we were being watched and truthfully, it turned me on. Conor pushed his cock in deep, and I responded by pushing back. We gained our rhythm quickly, and were soon lost in bliss again. Conor continued to pump my ass, picking up the pace quickly. Precum was flowing from my hard cock, flinging silver strands everywhere each time Conor's dick slammed home. I started to reach for my throbbing dick , but Conor pushed my hand away and took it in his own, then said "Kiss me." Conor's thrusts became faster and harder, making a loud clapping sound as our bodies slammed together. The young couple standing outside, had moved even closer, and I heard the girl saying, "Oh fuck yea, cum, baby!" I heard the boy moan loudly, "I... I'm... cumming!" At the same moment, Conor slammed his cock in deep and let out a grunt, and I could feel his dick pulsing inside me, filling me with his sweet juice. I couldn't hold back even if I wanted to, "Baby I'm. fuuuucking. Fuckkk" Then, my cock exploded. Conor continued to pump my throbbing cock, as it sprayed ropes of hot cum on our bodies and faces. I could hear the girl moaning now, and looked to see that she had her fingers in her pussy, reeling from her own orgasim. Conor held on to me tight until we were both completely drained. After finally catching our breath again, we kissed softly, then Conor said, "Let's go for a swim." Conor and I made our way to the beach, cum covering our faces, my abs, and dripping from my freshly fucked ass down my legs. As we passed by the group that had been watching us, they all clapped and cheered. Conor smiled and took a bow, and I took the opportunity to slap his sexy ass. Conor turned, grabbed me by the waist, and half pushed, half carried me a few steps, then launched us both into the water. After regaining our balance, we both began splashing each other and laughing like kids. Then, Conor disappeared under the water, reappearing behind me. Conor jumped on my back, and tried to push me under, but I put a leg behind and Judo flipped him over my shoulder. I thought I had the upper hand, then made a quick mental note to never try and flip a gymnast. Conor followed the flip, but kept his grip on my neck, landed on his feet then pulled me down into the water with him, just as large wave crashed on top of us. Conor and I held on to each other as we got rolled by the wave onto the beach. When the water subsided, we were locked in an embrace, kissing. until the next wave came and covered us with sand. There was a shower near the cabanas, so we walked over to rinse off. I noticed that Conor's cock was flaccid, and said, "Well what do you know, it does go soft." Conor grinned, and in only three steps, his cock was pointing straight up again." I shook my head and said, "Unbelievable!" Conor punched my shoulder and said, "You talked about it, it's your fault." As we neared the showers, we saw the young couple that had been watching us have sex. Conor introduced himself, then me. Looking a little embarrassed, the young man said, "I'm John, and this is my girlfriend, Mandy." John turned beet red when Mandy blurted, "He likes your big cocks!" I felt a little bad for John, and said, "From what I saw, you seemed to like them too." then Mandy blushed and giggled. Conor broke the tension by reaching over and grabbing my dick, saying "It's all good, who wouldn't like this?" and we all had a good laugh. Conor had the cute couple follow us back to the cabana, where he pulled a pen and paper out of his pack and wrote down directions to The House, inviting them over for the evening fun. I sat up and let Conor rest his head on my thigh while I ran my fingers through his hair. This day had turned out to be one of the best days of my life.. and it was only noon.