This is a sequel to The Angel and The Dreamer. Comments on this story can be sent to: TazzyJan@aol.com
Sunny Side Up
Boy, I don't know where to start. I'm still reeling from it all. I have to be quiet though, cause Hutch is still asleep. He's been so worried about us, he hasn't been sleeping much. I can always tell when my partner's not sleeping.
Anyway, let me start by saying I never, in a million years, expected to see Ken Hutchinson on his knees for anyone. Now I knew he loved me. I even knew he was "in love" with me. But I never guessed just how affected he was by that love.
Like I said, I never thought I'd see him on his knees professing his love and swearing he'd find a way to make it all up to me. Not that he needed to. I love him. And not to be overly soapy but loving somebody means forgiving them, even when they rip your heart out.
I could tell he felt real bad still over everything that went down. I also knew he was skirting the real issue here. So, I told him, flat out, that he was in love with me. Then I sat back and waited for him to say something. When he asked me if I hated him, I felt like he'd punched me in the gut. Hated him? I was in love with the big dope and he's kneeling there asking if I hate him.
Well, Hutch being Hutch, he took my silence exactly the wrong way. I sat there and watched as he sorta folded in on himself. The light kinda dimmed in his eyes and his whole face just shut down. I watched while he leaned forward until his head rested on my leg like he couldn't hold himself up anymore. When he started to shake, I decided enough was enough.
I only meant to make my partner talk to me. I never intended to rip his soul to shreds in the process. But that's what I was doing. So, I leaned forward, hunching over him like I was protecting him or something and started rubbing his back. I talked to him while I touched him, telling him how much I loved him and that I wanted him, too. It took a while, but he finally heard me.
We ended up on the floor again. This time, though, we did a hell of a lot more than hug. The first time our lips met I thought I'd found heaven. I know I'm being practically nauseating, but it's the truth. Hell, I nearly came in my pants when he slipped his tongue in my mouth. The only thing that kept me from being mortified by my sudden lack of control was the fact that Hutch wasn't doing any better.
Well, we stayed like that for a long time, wrapped around each other like a couple of horny octopuses. A little voice in the back of my head was a bit worried that Hutch was doing all this out of fear, but it wasn't screaming anywhere near as loud as my dick was, so I ignored it. Truth was, I didn't want to know. I was being handed everything I'd ever wanted. I sure didn't want to go finding reasons why I couldn't have it.
I know I sound like I'm contradicting myself, but I'm really not. There's a big difference between loving somebody, even being in love with somebody, and wanting to make love with them. I've loved lots of people, but I sure didn't want to make love to them all. Not even close. That was the part that was worrying me. I knew Hutch loved me. I knew he was in love with me, that he desired me. But that didn't necessarily mean he was ready to jump into the sack with me.
If it had been anyone other than Hutch, I probably would have kept my big yap shut. But it wasn't anybody else. It was Hutch. And there was no way I was gonna let him push himself into something he wasn't ready for just to please me. Uh-uh. No way. Not Hutch. You see, he may love me, but I love him, too.
So, using more willpower than I thought I would ever possess, I managed to push him back a little bit. Now we were still wrapped around each other, but our mouths weren't glued together anymore and there was a little bit of space between us.
He looked at me sort of funny as we both sat there breathing hard. I didn't say anything at first. I was trying to get my breath back. Sucking somebody's tonsils out through their mouth can be hard work. He started to lean toward me again, like he was going to give my tonsillectomy another shot, but I shook my head. That stopped him cold. Hutch has always been a man that thinks the word "no" means just that. He's never pushed a woman into sex in his life. Hell, I think his dick would jump up and run away if he even tried.
Anyway, I shook my head and he backed off real quick. A scared kinda hurt look passed over his face. I hated doing that to him, but I had to be sure. I couldn't take the chance. It would kill me if I ever found out he was only doing this to please me. So I asked him. I asked him if he was sure this was what he wanted. He kept on looking at me so I explained a little bit. He smiled at me then, that soft smile of his that I love so much.
Then, he pulled me close and kissed me again, pushing his tongue into my mouth and plundering it. That gave me all the answer I needed. We kissed for a while longer and did a few other things. I think we made it all the way to "heavy petting", but we didn't go much farther than that. We were both too tired, mentally and physically, so we adjourned to Hutch's bed.
Man, talk about self-conscious. Now I've slept with Hutch a hundred times. A few of those times one or the other of us was stark naked. But this was different. This time, I was taking my clothes off to share a bed with the man who was going to become my lover. Talk about a whole new perspective.
Hutch must have been feeling it, too, cause when I looked up he had his shirt halfway unbuttoned and was just looking at me. That's when we both burst out laughing. It ended up being a race to see which one of us was gonna get undressed first. I won, but then again I had more incentive than him. My pants were tighter and my dick was killing me.
We spent some more time kissing and cuddling and stuff until we finally fell asleep. I never thought I could fall asleep with a hard on, but I did. We both did. We were two red-blooded virile men, after all, and being naked in bed with your brand new lover can be a bit exciting.
When we woke up the next morning we were wrapped around each other, our legs twined together and our arms holding each other close. I woke up with Terry a time or two like that, but even those times didn't compare with what I felt when I woke up that way with Hutch. It was like...like...everything good and right in the world was lying there in my arms. I wanted to stay just like that forever.
My partner, however, had other ideas. He woke up, too and smiled that smile of his. You know the one I mean, the one that makes you feel like you're king of the world. Well, he smiled at me like that and that's when I realized our groins were pressed right up against each other. And we were both sporting a morning erection.
I think Hutch realized it about the same time I did cause the look in his eyes changed. Where at first there had been light and love and joy, now there was light and love and joy and HEAT. I felt his cock twitch against mine and that was all it took to shatter my self-control into a million little pieces.
I managed to growl out that I loved him before I took his mouth with mine. He gave a little moan and it went straight to my dick. I pulled him against me hard, grinding our pelvises together even more and making him moan again. I was about three seconds away from coming and I hoped liked hell that Hutch was, too.
Now, let me say something here. I am NOT quick off the mark. I have been known to make sex drag on for hours. Even first thing in the morning. But there was something about having Hutch in my arms that lit a fire in me I couldn't control. I just prayed I wasn't moving too fast for him.
We ended up hosing each other down, both of us emptying our balls like they'd explode if we didn't. Talk about a rush. I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that in my life. And that was just from dry humping. I couldn't imagine what it would be like when we actually did it.
Hutch pulled back a little then and looked up and down my body. I have to admit I felt a little self-conscious by it. I mean here I was panting like a racehorse with our come drying on my chest and belly. And Hutch was looking at me like I was an all-night buffet and he hadn't eaten in days.
Then he started talking to me, low and dirty, using words I'd never thought I'd hear coming out of Hutch's mouth. He started telling me how hot I looked with our come all over me, how he couldn't wait to roll me over and lick me clean. I think I shivered when he said that just from the picture in my head of Hutch leaning over me and licking me.
He closed his eyes for a second then whispered, like he was making a confession or something. He told me that he'd dreamed of us together. I kept looking at him, using my eyes to tell him what I knew I'd never find the words for. It must have been enough cause he blushed a little then proceeded to tell me all about his little daydream.
At first, I thought he was going to tell me that he wanted to take me. I think I stopped breathing when it turned out to be the other way around. And over the kitchen table, no less. Needless to say, he got my attention. I could see it all plain as day - big, strong Hutch bent over his own table, begging and moaning for me to shove my dick up his ass.
God Almighty, what a power trip. I mean, you have to understand, I've seen my partner beat the shit out of guys twice his size. He could even take me if he ever set his mind to it. And here he was, saying he wanted me to bend him over and "take" him. And not in a loving, sweet, first-time sort of way. No, that's not what he wanted. He wanted to bend over and submit to me.
Well, the idea sure had some appeal, I'll tell you that. My dick was hard again at just the thought and Hutch smiled when he felt it poke into his stomach. I asked him if he was sure that was what he wanted and he said yes, though his voice was a bit strained.
That little voice inside my head was screaming again and this time I decided to listen to it. I asked him point blank if he knew he didn't have to do this to keep me here. He actually laughed at that and said of course he knew that. That relaxed me more than anything else he could have said. I did give it one more shot and asked him if he really wanted his first time to be like that. The look in his eyes was all the answer I needed. All of a sudden that hot, sultry look was back again. Oh yes, that was exactly how he wanted his first time to be.
Well, we kissed our way out of bed and into the kitchen. How in the hell we made it without breaking our necks is still a mystery. Somewhere alone the way I asked Hutch if he had a clue what we were doing. He just smiled and said nope and kissed me again.
I disentangled myself from the octopus otherwise known as Hutch long enough to find the olive oil. I may not have any practical experience, but I did know that lubricant was a must. Hutch kissed me one last time when I set the oil down then leaned forward. He rested his head on his crossed arms and thrust his ass back. He looked like an angel just waiting for the devil to come along and plunder him. Well, this devil was more than ready.
I worked his ass real good with my fingers and a liberal amount of oil. Hutch was shaking by the time I deemed him stretched enough. He was also rock hard. I had found his prostate and made sure to pay it the attention I thought it deserved. And yes, I know what a prostate is. Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know the important parts.
I leaned down and kissed him on the back, trying to soothe him a little. He was really shaking by then and I was starting to wonder if it was from anticipation or fear. When he groaned and wiggled his ass at me, I decided it was anticipation and that it was high time to end it for both of us.
I slicked my cock up real good. I was still worried about hurting him. I'm not exactly small, though Hutch is even bigger. Still, I was worried that it'd hurt. I mean, the human body is not exactly designed for this. The last thing, the very last thing I wanted was to cause him pain in this.
He must have known I was scared cause he reached his arm back toward me. I took his hand in mine and he pulled me closer. Hutch always knows just what to say to get me to jump through hoops of fire for him. This time was no different. He told me he loved me, which melted my heart. Then he told me to take him, and that set my soul on fire again.
Pushing inside of Hutch that first time was like shoving my dick inside a volcano or something. It was hot and tight and I thought I was gonna die from it. I was only about half way in when I heard him gasp then start to pant. I knew he was trying to ride out the pain I was causing. I started to back off, but he grabbed my thigh and held me where I was. I didn't want to hurt him, but I didn't want to disappoint him, either. A few minutes later his body seemed to relax and I slid forward some more.
It took about ten minutes for me to get my dick all the way inside him. We were both sweating like we'd run a marathon and my legs were starting to tremble. I held it there for a second, enjoying the feel of him around me. I was inside my partner. I was inside Hutch. Jeez, if that ain't enough to make a guy get all mushy I don't know what is.
Anyway, I held real still for a little bit, letting him get used to me being there. Then I pulled back, real slow and gentle, and thrust forward again. Hutch moaned when I did it so I did it again, thrusting a little deeper that time. I felt my dick graze his prostate and you'd of thought I jabbed him with a cattle prod. He bucked under me so hard I nearly lost my balance. Let me tell you, I made sure I had a better grip on that partner of mine before I did it again.
It didn't take long before I was pumping in and out of him with long sure strokes that lit up his body every time. For his part, Hutch was moaning and squirming on my dick like a great big cat in heat. It was the most arousing sight I'd ever seen.
When I felt myself getting close, I started talking to him. Saying filthy things I knew would turn him on. Telling him how much I loved fucking his ass and that I couldn't wait to bend him over the table at my place. He must have really gotten into what I was saying because when I reached underneath him to stroke his cock, he was hard as a rock and hot to the touch.
It didn't take long after that. A few strokes of my hand and he was shouting my name and coming on the tabletop. The sight of my partner writhing on my cock as he howled and came was enough to push me right over the edge with him. I thrust into him as hard as I could and had to choke off a scream of my own when I felt the fluid rush up from my balls and go shooting out of my dick.
I gotta say filling Hutch's body with my come was one of the most intense experiences of my young life. It was so completely different from anything I'd ever felt before, there's nothing I could even compare it to. Not to sound like a complete sap, but it was almost spiritual. Or at least as spiritual as two guys screwing each other senseless can be.
When I finally pulled out of him I was relieved to see there was no blood, though I knew my partner would be feeling the aftereffects for days. I actually had to help the big lug stand up, he was so shaky. I thought about the couch, but took him back to the bedroom instead. I wanted him to be comfortable. Okay, so I wanted to cuddle a little bit. Is cuddling a crime now?
Anyway, like I said. It was the most intense thing I'd ever felt. It felt like, for just a moment, we were one. Like nothing and no one could ever separate us. I wanted to ask Hutch what it felt like for him, but I didn't. I think I'll wait till after he takes me. I just hope I can make it as good for him as he made it for me.
Oh, I gotta run. Hutch is waking up and I wanna be there to kiss him awake.
The sequel to this story is: Sometimes the Fool