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Thirty minutes later…
Woody’s hands flowed with the structure of Ethan’s long, defined arms, now
moving over to grasp the solid pectorals, diligently playing with the nipples.
Woody’s tongue traced the valleys that lined his lover’s ribs, now moving down
toward the hollow navel, licking it, then following the midline down to Ethan’s
beautiful penis.
Woody grabbed the flaccid member, pulling at the soft meat, juggling at Ethan’s
balls. “Third time’s the charm…I bet…” whispered Woody, putting the unerect
organ in his mouth, drooling great amount of saliva over it, yanking it with
teeth behind his lips.
Ethan closed his eyes and produced light moans in an attempt to encourage Woody,
but to no avail. After a while, Woody released the still soft penis from his
mouth and crawled back up to meet Ethan’s face.
“I guess I’m just not in the mood…” said Ethan, pulling up his boxers.
“Yeah, I understand…” said Woody, throwing a shirt on. “This happened to me when
my favorite team lost the Superbowl three years ago.” Woody groaned at his
failed attempt to find humor in the situation.
Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
“I bet that’s Reed,” said Woody.
Putting on the rest of their clothes, the college freshman and first-year grad
student went to get the door. Surely enough, Reed Valentine was at the door,
holding a big bouquet of yellow lilies…and his date, Adam, was leaning against
the back railing. As Reed walked in, Adam called out to Ethan, asking him to
step outside, saying he needed a favor to ask. Suspiciously and cautiously,
Ethan stepped out and closed the door behind him.
“So…how was breakfast?” asked Woody.
“Quick!” chuckled Reed, “We just ordered at the Dairy Queen drive-thru and spent
the rest of the time at his house…if you know what I mean.”
“Oh…” nodded Woody understandingly, “Well, at least one of us got to have fun,
right?”
Reed’s eyes widened, “What, you two didn’t do anything at all in the last two
hours?”
Woody shook his head and sighed.
“Oh, well. It’s no big deal. You guys had a lot going on this last month…”
reasoned Reed, “I’m sure it’ll take some time to get back to the routine.”
“OH, NO! Don’t say that word.”
“What word?”
“Routine. Don’t say Routine.” said Woody, “Especially with Adam. Do not use that
word in front of him.”
“Uh…why not?”
“Trust me. Just don’t use that word!” warned Woody.
“Okay…” said Reed.
Woody tried to change the subject, “So what kind of favor is Adam asking
anyhow?”
“No idea,” shrugged Reed.
Momentarily, the door swung open and Ethan’s head peeped through, “Hey, you
guys. I’m gonna go help Adam with some rehearsal. I may not be back until 8 or
so tonight. You two have fun, okay? Bye.”
The door closed before Woody could utter a protest. “Great!” he sighed, “Why are
the men of the White family always trying to leave us? Barely three hours we
spent together and Ethan’s gone again. And you only get to spend 48 hours with
Adam, and yet he’s using 8 of them to spend with my boyfriend.”
“So now that Adam’s gone,” said Reed in serious tone, “What do you really think
of him?”
Woody gulped, “I have lots to say. But I don’t think you’ll want to hear it.”
“I can handle it. Just tell me what you think,” urged Reed.
“Alright. I think he’s a jackass. He’s a great photographer, but he’s an
asshole. He’s the reason…for the longest time…I believed Ethan was going to
break up with me. No matter what Ethan did, no matter how great he made me
feel…I just couldn’t get Adam’s voice out of my head.”
“What did he say that was so bad?”
“He said that the men of the White family… they’re genetically ingrained to have
this phobia of a routine life…And in terms of relationships, that means they’re
afraid of commitment. Adam was the one who told me that playing the field was
much better than trying to stay in a long-term relationship…” said Woody, “So
let me ask you this? Did Adam say he wanted this to be an open relationship?”
“Yeah, we’re very open with each other. We always share what’s on our minds. We
always spend our downtime after sex just talking about random stuff. We’re very
open.”
“No!” Woody shook his head, “Not that kind of open. I mean, did you guys agree
on being able to sleep with other people?”
“What?” Reed said, “No! We are in a serious relationship. If we were in an open
relationship, wouldn’t you think I would have tried to sleep with you?”
“But what about Adam. You guys only see each other two days a week. And he’s a
photographer…he meets beautiful people everyday. Are you sure he thinks you guys
are exclusive?”
“Yes. I’m sure!” Reed huff, “I thought you were gonna talk about how arrogant
Adam is, or how selfish he can be, or how typical of a sex-driven jock he is…but
I wasn’t expecting you to question the integrity of our relationship!”
“God, you’re right,” Woody slapped a hand on his forehead, “I feel like a
hypocrite…doing the same thing Adam did to me. But you’re my best friend, Reed.
I really don’t want him to hurt you.”
“Well, maybe he’s changed now. Maybe he’s changed since the last time you saw
him.”
Woody thought about it and then came up with this question, “Are yellow lilies
your favorite flowers?”
Reed brought the bouquet up to his chest and nodded.
“Well, Adam actually came over here yesterday…with those flowers in hand…being
mysterious and asking if anyone else was staying here besides me and Ethan. I
didn’t understand before, but now I assumed he was looking for you...”
“I did tell him I’d arrive here yesterday, but I didn’t know what time…” said
Reed. “I just told him to pick me up for breakfast this morning…”
“But obviously, he couldn’t wait for this morning. He wanted to see you
earlier!” said Woody, “I mean, if you think about it, that’s pretty sweet and
thoughtful.”
“Yeah, he can be really sweet,” Reed smiled, his eyes fluttering lightly, “I
mean, he has an outwardly off-putting demeanor at first, but once you get to
know him, he’s sincerely one of the most caring and compassionate guy I’ve ever
known.”
“Okay, just for you. I will put aside my previous impressions of him to see just
how caring and compassionate he really is.”
****
As they promised, the White men came back at a few minutes before eight o’clock.
Both men were sweaty, their T-shirts clinging to their chest, a strong masculine
scent poured from their bodies, and their arms and legs were caked with dry
dirt.
“Whoa…did you guys get in a fight?” asked Woody.
The two men stared at each other and laughed.
“I guess you can say that,” nodded Ethan.
“So, are you ready?” Adam asked his boyfriend.
“Yeah. I’m all packed,” replied Reed, now turning to Woody, “I’m gonna stay over
at his place tonight, okay?”
Woody nodded, “Good. Cause I would’ve kicked you out tonight anyhow.”
“Kay, thanks for the rehearsal, Ethan. See ya at 8 tomorrow morning for Part
Two.”
“What? There’s another rehearsal.”
“Yeah,” said Adam, “It usually takes weeks, even months, to train, and Ethan’s
picked it up just like that. But no surprise there, he excels at everything he
does, doesn’t he?”
****
After a half-hour of bathing, scrubbing all the grime from his skin, shampooing
the sweat and dirt from his hair, Ethan climbed out of the tub and dried off.
Wrapping the linen around his waist, he walked back to the bedroom where he
found his fiancé waiting for him on the bed. Woody, sexy and alluring as ever,
was lying back against the headboard; his beautiful golden chest and fine arms
exposed to the elements, with only a white sheet covering his legs and private
part. In one slow, erotic stroke, Woody ran a hand—the hand that adorned the
engagement bracelet—from the tip of his chin all the way down to his stomach,
eventually sliding it under the white sheets that were quickly tenting up. With
his other hand, Woody patted the bed, welcoming his lover to a wonderful night
of passion.
Apparently missing all these cues, Ethan headed straight to the closet and
rummaged about, looking for something comfortable to wear. Woody wrinkled his
brow and asked, “What are you doing, honey? You don’t need clothes for the
night’s activities.”
Ethan turned around with a sexy smirk, “I was just playing…” as he swaggered
ever so slowly towards his anxiously waiting lover. He stopped by the left side
of the bed where Woody met him. However long he stared Ethan’s body, however
many times he had touched it, Woody was always overwhelmed by the stature of his
beautiful man. The way it currently looked, felt, and smelled: fine hair
flattened by moisture against his flesh; his skin glowing of the bathing salts,
softened by the body lotion, scented by lavender oils. Woody grabbed the knot in
the towel and skillfully unraveled it. Taking in a deep breath in preparation
for the reveal, Woody let go of the towel…
Ethan’s package was as magnificent to behold as it was this morning. Nestled in
a neatly trimmed bush, two golden ornaments hanging by the stalk, a beautifully
cut penis crowned with a dark-pink head…it was perfect as it normally should be.
But just like this morning, it was soft as it shouldn’t be at occasions like
these…
Pulling Ethan down to bed, Woody was determined to address the issue the best
way he knew how. Wrapped in each other’s arms and legs, the lovers made great
use of the boundaries of the bed, undulating with the desire of their bodies.
Their touch shocked their bodies with craze. Their kiss warped their minds with
ecstasy.
Woody found himself the winner of the struggle for top position…perhaps, much
more easily than he expected. Both Ethan and Woody were the competitive type, as
they once played the most competitive sport in the country, and one of the best
joys for Woody during foreplay was to fight for dominant position. By pure
strength and stamina alone, Woody understood he could not beat Ethan. But Woody
knew Ethan’s one weak spot. “I love you so much, Ethan. Let me pleasure you…”
was all he needed to utter, and his partner’s muscles would turn into mush.
That night, however, Woody hadn’t had to play the love card. Five minutes into
their frolic, Ethan had relinquished the top position to Woody. The younger man
wasn’t about to complain for he relished every opportunity to be the one to give
Ethan pleasure. Woody’s lips led his fingers down his boyfriend’s long,
strappingly gorgeous frame. His eyes traced the beautiful lines of his slim but
muscled pelvis. Finally, he reached the magnificent landmark of Ethan’s
beautiful body.
Woody grabbed it, stroked it, waiting for it to tense under his grip. He
squeezed Ethan’s nut, hoping to feel it jolt at the pressure. Oh, yes, Woody
smiled as he felt Ethan’s cock expanding in his hand, seeing the dark veins
dilating. The young man could barely contain his saliva as he delved down onto
growing penis, hoping his mouth would further bring Woody’s cock to full
alertness.
At the moment, Ethan’s sighs were soft and few in between, but Woody knew from
experience that as he continued, Ethan would moan louder and longer, in junction
with the increasing pleasure he experienced. And then, at the very moment of
climax when all Ethan could do was howl a nonhuman cry as his hips bucked
wildly, Woody would be able to savor all the succulent tangy-sweetness that
Ethan had to offer.
But Woody was getting ahead of himself. He still had to get Ethan’s cock fully
hard first before all the fun could begin. Woody strained his ears to listen to
Ethan’s verbal cues, but Ethan’s utterance remained airy and very soft, not the
low moans or light grunts Woody had been expecting.
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