Tangled : Part Eleven

Part TWENTY : THE CITADEL.

At the car, Lee tossed the keys to me.
"You drive. I have no idea where we're going." He said.

I drove to a supermarket and picked up some supplies while Lee ran an errand. Then I drove to an older part of the city. I parked the car in a small courtyard behind some old buildings. The area was run-down and not too clean. As we got out of the car, Lee looked around and grimaced.
"Now this is really romantic! How nice!" He said tartly.
"Don't be cute!" I said. "Just be patient, you'll see."

I led him down a narrow alley into a small courtyard in front of a white-washed domed building. We went through a low narrow doorway into a different world.
I watched Lee's face as we walked to the center of the large circular citadel. His jaw dropped in astonishment and he gasped with delight.
"What is this place?" He asked awe-struck. I smiled.

"This is an old Templar Citadel. Very few people know it's here. I love it, it's my special hideaway."
He craned his neck to look at the glorious paintings on the domed ceiling.
"I thought you'd appreciate it, being an architect. You're the first person I've ever brought here. I usually like to come here alone or with Danny, it's so peaceful. I just love this building and the art works. Of course, it's not used anymore. It's privately owned by Jonathan Fraser, the artist." I finished.

"Right. His exhibition was the one they opened the new wing with at The Fine Arts." He frowned in thought. “But you also mentioned him once . . ! Now where . . ?”
"At The Gallery, the morning you came to talk to me about the photographs for your building." I said. “Remember that night at The Fine Arts. You were going to have me thrown out and I told you what a big mistake you were making. I have to say that George's face was a picture when you asked him to escort me out. We've known each-other for years.”

“Don't remind me.” He said. “And before you say anything else, yes I do regret that little incident and a few others.”
“Let's just forget about all of that, okay.” I said. “I was mean and you were mean and it's all over now, thank God!”
We wandered a little further around the edge of The Citadel.

“That day I came to see you at The Gallery, when you wouldn't let me apologize to you." He smiled. "I nearly kissed you, you know?"
"Really?" I said.

"I was standing behind you, showing you something or other in a drawing. I remember that my chest was touching your arm and I didn't want to move away, it felt so good. Then you turned to look at me and our faces were so close to each-other. All I needed to do was to lean forward slightly and I could have kissed you. I should have kissed you. It might have saved us a lot of bother."

"I remember. I wanted you to kiss me, I waited for it, but you didn't. I was so disappointed." I smiled. "I also remember how good you smelt and how the pressure of your chest against my arm made me feel. After you left, I was so turned on that I had to sit down for a while because I had such a huge hard-on."

"Really?"
"Yeah!" I laughed. "I spent most of the day with a wet patch in my shorts."
"Wow!" He grinned. "I must have really made an impression on you then."
"Oh, you have no idea."

We wandered around the citadel looking at various art works.
I remembered the dream I'd had about Lee and chuckled.
"What are you laughing at?" He asked.
"I dreamed about you a couple of times." I said.
"What about?"

I laughed. "Well, you remember when I tried to return your wallet and you slammed . !"
"Yeah!" He cut in. "Sore point! I do remember, only too well!"
"Okay. Well, I dreamed about that incident. Only the whole mood was different. I was naked and you were gentle and loving and you kissed me and fondled me. It was very erotic."
"Really?"

"Yeah, and when I woke up, I discovered that I'd come in my shorts."
"A wet dream!" He smiled. "Very sexy."
Just then a door banged and a voice echoed through the building.
"Is that you, David? I thought I heard someone in here." Jonathan appeared through a wooden door at the end of the room.

He was about eighty years old, but didn't show it. We went to meet him.
"Jonathan." I said with a hug. "You remember Lee Barker, the architect that designed the new wing at The Fine Arts Museum. Lee, this is Jonathan Fraser."
They shook hands as Lee said. "Honored to meet you again, sir."
"Ah." Jonathan remarked. "A gentleman, not many of them about now, a dying breed!"
"Do you mind if I carry on looking around?" Lee indicated the room with a swing if his arm.

"Go ahead, young man. Enjoy!" Jonathan said.
Lee wandered off, looking at the paintings.
"How are you David, and what are you doing with that good-looking devil?" Jonathan whispered. "Nice sordid things I hope!”
“How'd you guess?” I grinned.

“Is he your new boyfriend?" With the echo quality of the room, his voice carried.
"Yes he is." I replied.
"Is he 'Mr. Right'?"
"Yes Jonathan, he is." I replied.
"Does he love you?" He asked.

Before I could answer, Lee's voice carried across to us.
"Yes I do love him and I can hear every word you're saying, you know." Lee quipped.
"About you, not to you, pretty boy!" Jonathan chided him.
"Sorry!" Lee laughed. "Please; go ahead."
Jonathan leaned in closer and dropped his voice to a whisper.

"You lucky bugger! My God, he's gorgeous and deliciously hairy! And those eyes! How's he in the sack? Good I hope - he should be with that incredible body!"
I laughed and Lee piped up.
"I can still hear you!"
"Alright smart-ass, come along now and we'll have some tea." Jonathan said.

He led us through to the adjoining building where he lived.
As we went through, I whispered to Lee. "Ceylon - milk, Earl Grey - lemon, he'll test you!"
Lee frowned for a second then said. "Ceylon - milk, Earl Grey - lemon! Gotcha!"
Jonathan led us into a comfortable sitting room and bade us to be seated. Then he turned to Lee and said.

"Okay smart-mouth, let's see how bright you really are. I shall make us some tea but what shall I serve with it, huh?"
Lee made a point of looking thoughtful, then he said.
"If it's Ceylon tea then you'll serve milk, Earl Grey will have lemon."
Jonathan clapped his hands delightedly and crowed.

"A true gentleman. I like you already. You really are a lucky devil, David." And with that, he disappeared into his kitchen.
"Told you so!" I whispered smugly.
"Thanks." He whispered back.
“And even Jonathan thinks you’re stunning!”
“Okay, okay, enough about that now! I shall become narcissistic if you’re not careful.” Lee chided me.

Jonathan brought the tea, Earl Grey with lemon and chocolate biscuits and we settled to chat. Conversation ranged from art to architecture to history. I could tell that Lee was enjoying himself immensely.
At one point Jonathan said.
"David you haven't answered my question.
"Which one?"
"Is he," He nodded at Lee. "good in the sack?"

Lee chuckled at the man's audacity, and replied.
"Yes sir, I think I am."
"Actually, smarty-pants, I asked David." Jonathan came right back.
"I'm sorry sir!" Lee smiled.

"Yes Jonathan, if you must know, he's a real tiger!" I answered with a grin and a wink at Lee.
"Good! I'll want details sometime, when big ears aren't flapping!" He said and looked pointedly at Lee, who grinned charmingly.
"Sorry hunk, but I don't get any nookie nowadays so I have to content myself with my friends' sexcapades!"

There was a short silence while we digested this tit-bit and then Lee and I burst out laughing. And so the morning flew by.
At lunchtime, Jonathan jumped up. "I shall order lunch for us. You must stay of course, I insist. I’ll be right back."
Lee opened his mouth to object, but I gripped his knee to stop him. He shut his mouth with a snap.

As Jonathan disappeared into his study, I whispered to Lee.
"It's no use arguing with him, I've tried. Just go with the flow. Trust me!"
"Where is he ordering from?" He asked.
"He gets his meals delivered from Pino's, a restaurant down the road." I replied.
"He's wonderful, eccentric and a little nutty, but wonderful. I like him." Lee whispered to me.

"I know. He's a very talented artist. I have several of his pieces in my gallery." I replied softly.
"I'd love to see them. You must show me."
"Show you what? You're not getting lurid now, are you? My old ticker couldn't take it!" Jonathan quipped, coming back into the room. "Lunch is on its way."
"I was just telling Lee about your work in my gallery. He's very eager to see it." I explained.

"Oh those! Just dabblings and daubs. Nothing worth bothering with." Jonathan said with a wave of his hand.
"He's just being modest Lee, his work is wonderful." I put in.
"Then you've been misled my lad." Jonathan said archly.

Presently lunch arrived - lobster, crab and other seafood delicacies with an assortment of fine salads - and we ate while the conversation jumped from one topic to another. I could tell that Lee was very much taken with Jonathan's eccentricity.
After lunch, Jonathan took us on a tour of the citadel. He explained how, as The Templars were non-denominational, each cloister leading off the citadel was devoted to a different religion or creed.
Lee was fascinated, asking pertinent questions about the building and its history, and marveling at the magnificent works of art that adorned the walls and ceilings. Jonathan was delighted and reveled in the attention.

Finally by mid-afternoon, it was time for us to leave. Jonathan walked us to the car to say good-bye.
He turned to me at one point and said, "Keep a hold of this one." He indicated Lee. "He's a keeper. I like him."
"I intend to Jonathan, trust me, he's not going anywhere!" I quipped.

"Good!" Jonathan said. "'Cause he's a hunk!" Then he sniggered. "Sorry, but I have to ask, is he well hung?"
"Will you two stop it already, I'm standing right here!" Lee piped up.
Jonathan turned to him.

"Listen smart Aleck, when you get to be my age, you can say whatever you want, whenever you want, to whom ever you want, so live with it."
Lee looked at him for a second and then burst out laughing.
"Alright old man, you've got me there!" He laughed. "And by the way, I am well hung - like a horse! Would you like to see it?" He put his hands to his flies.

"Good God no man! I believe you!" Jonathan remarked aghast. "Do you want me to go into apoplexy?"
Lee burst out laughing and Jonathan laughed along with him and I could tell that a strong friendship had developed between the two of them.

Part TWENTY-ONE : BLANKET ON THE GROUND.

Fifteen minutes later, we were driving south, down the coastal road. A short while later, I turned off the main road, down towards the ocean. I drove down a winding dirt road, out onto a plot of land, wedged between two low cliffs. The plot was a grass covered paradise, sloping gently down to a white, sandy beach. The small bay was bordered by two horn like rocky peninsulas, which formed a small, calm lagoon. A waterfall tumbled down into a natural pool from the cliff to the right. There was a small grove of maples to the left of the plot and an old oak tree stood near the fresh water pool under the waterfall.

We got out of the car and ambled towards the beach. The view was stunning. As the bay faced due west and the sun was by this time fairly low on the horizon, the whole cove was bathed in a golden glow.
"Wow! This is so magical!" Lee remarked.
"It is, isn't it." I replied.

We plopped ourselves down on the sand and watched the sun sink a little lower. The sea took on an incredible golden hue.
"Come!" I said after a while, "I have a surprise for you."

I went back to the car and unpacked the blanket and the long cardboard tube. I spread the blanket on the grass under the oak, near the pool. Then I got the box of supplies I had bought at the supermarket. In the box were the makings of a picnic dinner. I had cold chicken, cold beef and ham, an assortment of salads and some freshly baked and buttered rolls. There was also a bottle of sparkling wine carefully wrapped in an insulated box. When I unwrapped it, it was still nicely chilled. Lastly I removed two wine glasses from the box. Lee stood and watched all this with a slight smile.

"Now who's the romantic, huh?" He asked.
We settled down on the blanket and sipped chilled wine and nibbled on bits of ham, beef and chicken and enjoyed the glorious sunset.
"How did you find this place?" Lee asked.

"Actually I didn't, my father did, about fifteen years ago." I said. "He came in here quite by accident. He made inquiries about it and found that it was up for sale. He promptly bought it. I think he had ideas of building a summer cottage out here at some point but time went by and he never got to it."
"It's a perfect place for a summer retreat." Lee remarked.
"I know, it would be wonderful." I said. "That's why I brought you out here."

"Oh?" Lee raised his eyebrows quizzically.
"Yes. You see it's mine now, it was part of my inheritance. I nearly sold it about a year ago when the gallery wasn't doing so well but something made me hang onto it."
Lee looked at me.
"Go on." He said. "I have a feeling there's more."

I handed him the cardboard tube.
"In there are the blue-prints of this property. I want you to build a house here. An airy dream house that will blend in with the terrain perfectly. It must have everything. I have some savings put by for just this sort of thing." I paused.
I watched his face as I finished softly. "I want it to be a comfortable and cozy house. I want you to design it and build it. For us."

Lee looked at me steadily for a moment, then he said quietly.
"Just what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I want a house built here for us. A retreat that we can come out to at any time. Seeing Gary and Jacob's place gave me the idea. I love you Lee, so much so that I can't breathe at times." I paused, then continued. "What I'm saying is that this is the kind of commitment I want to make. Our own house."

He sat staring at me for a moment, and then he leaned forward and kissed me.
He pushed me down onto my back and kissed me again, a long gentle but passionate kiss.
He lifted his head and looked down at me.

"I love you so much Davey, and I will build your house for you. It will be the most beautiful house I have ever built because it will be designed and built with all my love."
"Our house," I said, "It will be our house."
And then he kissed me again. This time his kiss became more urgent, demanding. He ran his hand down my body and then up again. He found my shirt buttons and pulled at them roughly, ripping the fabric. He lifted his head and said huskily, his voice filled with desire.

"I want you right now, right here . . !" And his mouth came down on mine again. I became inflamed with my need for him, my cock suddenly strained against the fabric of my jeans painfully. I scrabbled at his shirt buttons, trying desperately to pull them open. His shirt tore open and I pulled it off his shoulders as he ripped mine off, shredding it. He thrust his pelvis down hard onto mine, and I could feel his hardness digging into me through our jeans. I moaned, lost in the urgency of my desire. I had never wanted anyone so much in my life, so much so that my lower belly ached. I laid my hands on his magnificent body while he bent and sucked my nipple into his mouth. He bit at it gently. A thrill went through me at the heat and the wetness of his mouth.
"Oh God yes!" I gasped.

I fumbled at the waistband of his jeans, trying to open them.
"Get these things off . . now damn it, I need you, get them off!" I hissed breathlessly.

He rolled off me onto his back and tore his jeans open while I undid mine. In seconds, we were both naked on the blanket in the warm setting sun. He fastened his lips onto my nipple again and nipped at it with his teeth. Then he ran his tongue down my body to my groin and without stopping he slid his mouth over my hard, pulsing cock. I arched my back and grabbed his head in excitement and rammed my pelvis up into his face. His warm, wet mouth sank down the hot, throbbing length of my shaft.
"Move around . . !" I said breathlessly.

He shuffled his body around so that I could reach his dripping cock. I rolled slightly onto my side and pushed my face into his balls. I sucked in the soft skin of his sac and nipped at it gently with my teeth. He shuddered and moaned, a long drawn out sound of pleasure. I ran my tongue up his shaft to lick up his sweet pre-come and then sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. He thrust his pelvis into my face, pushing his solid cock down my throat while he swallowed my painfully hard shaft. Then he slid his mouth off my cock and ran his tongue down my shaft and nuzzled my balls, flicking his tongue against the soft skin.

He took my balls into his mouth and caressed them with his tongue. I squirmed under him. I grabbed his ass cheeks and forced his pelvis down onto my face. His hard, hot cock went so deep down my throat that my nose nuzzled his balls. I held onto the globes of his ass and pumped his pelvis back and forth, his cock slid in and out of my mouth wetly.
"My balls . . !" He gasped, his voice thick with lust.

I released his cock and pushed my face hard between his thighs, savoring his musky man-scent. I sucked his balls into my mouth and delighted at the way they rolled around over my tongue. He groaned loudly and pushed my legs wide apart and worked his mouth down to my man-hole. As his tongue pushed its way into me. I gasped, and my cock spasmed sending out a jet of pre-come. I bit him on his inner thigh and he shuddered with delight. Then I fastened my mouth back onto his cock and ran my tongue around the ridge under his swollen head. He groaned again and started thrusting his pelvis. I hung on and let him fuck my mouth. He was still kissing and tongue-whipping my hole, making me writhe.

Suddenly I felt a deep yearning which started in the pit of my stomach. I had never felt such unbridled desire in my life. I wanted all of him in me, more than anything else in the world. I released his cock and gasped, my voice heavy with lust.
"Lee . . do it . . if you want me . . all of me . . then do it now."
He lifted his head and swung his body around so he could look down into my face.
"I don't want to hurt you." He whispered.
"Just do it, please . . and make it rough . . I want you to fuck me . . really hard . . I need it." I moaned.

He looked at me for a split second, seeing the naked yearning in my eyes. Then suddenly he grabbed my arms and held them down above my head. He pushed his knee between my thighs and forced my legs wide apart. I moaned with delight at the control he had over me. My man-hole was extremely wet from the tongue lashing he had given me and his cock was dripping with pre-come.

He pushed my knees up and thrust his cock into me in one move. I bucked under him with the sheer pain and pleasure of it but he held me down. The pain subsided quickly to be replaced by intense pleasure. He started to withdraw but I stopped him by wrapping my legs over his back. I dug my heels into his ass and pulled him down again, so the whole length of his magnificent cock rammed deep into me. I felt his balls smack onto my butt.
"Do it!!" I gasped. "Harder, just do it . . !"

He started to ram himself into me. He pounded my hips into the ground, each thrust drove his cock deeper and deeper into me. I could feel it hitting my prostate, making me squirm under him. I felt my climax building up in my groin, getting more and more intense. My cock, trapped between our bodies, was dripping, laying a film of pre-come between our bellies and the movement of his belly against it brought me closer to climax.

His face above mine was fixed in a rictus of intense pleasure as he continued to pound himself into me. His eyes glowed brilliantly. I locked my legs around his back, using them to force him even deeper. The pleasure I felt was exquisite, building steadily to a climax that I knew would be mind-blowing.

I reached a point where I couldn't stand it anymore and then exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me as I came violently, bucking madly under him as he held me down. Our bellies were washed with my hot come and Lee, feeling the flood of heat, came explosively. He threw his head back and howled with intense pleasure. He thrust his pelvis down onto me violently, his cock buried itself up to his balls deep inside me and he came again. I felt the hot flood of his semen explode inside me as he spewed load after load. My orgasm peaked at that point and I let out an animal howl of pure ecstasy.

My cock shot another stream of come onto my chest. I arched my back so violently that I nearly threw him off me. My head swam with the intensity of it and I think I blacked out for a few seconds. Lee thrashed wildly, his pelvis jerked against me uncontrollably as spasm after spasm of pleasure tore through him. He threw his head back and howled like a wolf and then he collapsed onto me with a groan and released my arms. I wrapped them around his body and held him close to me. My legs were still tightly wrapped around his back so I pulled him down even closer to me, keeping his still hard cock deep inside me. I covered him with kisses.
"Thank-you! You are wonderful!" I whispered as I kissed his face.

We lay in each-other's arms bathed in the afterglow of intense pleasure. I could feel the rock hardness of his cock still buried deep inside me. Tears started to run down my face, tears of pleasure and happiness. Lee looked at me, a frown on his face.
"Oh God." He moaned. "I did hurt you, didn't I?"
"No!" I whispered. "No you didn't. I'm just so happy, I can't help it. I love you so very, very much."
"And I, my beautiful man, love you too." He said and kissed away my tears.

His cock throbbed inside me, still so hot and as hard as steel. I rotated my hips under him and he moaned with delight. Slowly, he began to move in me again. He shuffled forward onto his knees and he unclasped my legs from around his back. He put his hands on the backs of my thighs and pushed my legs back and down, so I was exposed and spread open to him.

"I want to fuck you again!" He gasped as he started thrusting his hips. I felt his cock against my prostate again and because he was on his knees now, every thrust went deeper and deeper. His cock pounded into me and pummeled my prostate unmercifully. I reached down and started to stroke my cock roughly.
"Yes . . yes!" He gasped as he watched my hand working on my cock. "Don't stop . . that's so hot!"

He pulled his lips back from his teeth with lust and he looked wild and untamed. It sent a thrill of pleasure through me. His hips thrust against me faster and faster, until finally, he threw his head back and howled again. He shot one stream of come inside me and then he quickly withdrew his cock from me and thrust his hips forward over me. He rapidly pumped his bulging cock with his fist. Spurt after spurt of come squirted from it and splattered all over my chest and face. The sight of him unloading stream after stream of semen onto me sent me over the edge and I came again, my juices mixing with his on my body.

He collapsed onto me, gasping. I held him close and relaxed my legs over the back of his knees.
We slowly regained our senses, and then he rolled off me and pulled me onto my side so that we were lying face to face.
"That was unbelievable!" He whispered. "You are amazing."

"Me?" I said. "What about you? Twice without hardly a break. Impressive!"
He laughed. "Actually, my record is four times in one night, but with breaks."

"Oh wow, four times!" I gasped. "I think I just made it to heaven."
"Beware lover!" He grinned. "I am very, very highly sexed and I have tremendous stamina."
"You're just an animal, but I like it, I like it a lot!" I laughed. "I'm also highly sexed but I actually don't know how often I can go in one night . . yet!"
"Well, I'm pretty sure we're going to find that out very soon." He said.

We lay wrapped in each-other's arms in silence, happy and content.
"Now lover." He said. "Tell me what you really like."
"Well I like you enormously, of course." I said. "I like good music, particularly . . !"
"That's not what I meant, silly!" He cut in. "I mean what do you like sexually. I really want to know so that I know what I can and can't do!"

"I know what you mean!" I smiled. "I was teasing."
"Okay wise guy!" He chuckled. "So tell me, and be totally honest."
"Okay!" I said. "But you must tell me what you like as well, okay?"
"Deal! Go for it!"
"Well, I like a good hand-job."
"Check!" He said. "Me too."

"A nice blow-job is always welcome, and I love to give the same!"
"Again check! I love both too. I like my balls to be played with and sucked." He said.
"I'm mad about being touched everywhere, particularly down my sides. It gives me goose bumps."
"Here?" He said and ran his fingers lightly down my side.

"Oh yeah!" I said and showed him my arm. The hair on it was standing up.
He chuckled.
"I love being kissed by you. There's something exquisitely personal in it. Each time you kiss me it's different." I said.
"I like kissing as well and I like to be touched all over too, especially around the base of my cock and my balls." He said and then he grinned at me. "So, you haven't mentioned what we just did! I must admit that up until now, I haven’t been sure whether you were into that or not."

"I was getting to it." I said. "I haven't mentioned it yet because it was the first time for me."
"Really?" He said. "Again, I am honored."
"I tried it once long ago, but it was so painful that I couldn't go through with it. But just now I felt an unbelievable desire to have every part of you. I wanted you on me, in me and around me. If I could have absorbed you into my body I would have. I wanted you so badly that I didn't care about any pain, which I might add, was extremely brief. The pure pleasure and . . power I felt over-rode it completely."
"Power?" He asked.

"Yes!" I said. "I felt an incredible sense of power for that short time. I owned you completely and utterly. You were entirely mine, every part of you. I've never felt that way before, and it was overwhelming."
"Hmm!" He whispered. "I shall have to try it sometime. I'm still a virgin in that area!"
"Really?" I said. "I shall certainly have to do something about that, won't I?"
"Just be gentle, okay?" He smiled.
“Sure.” I replied. “Baby steps!”

“Going on! I’ve recently discovered that I like to be bitten, but don’t get too carried away. I don’t want to have chunks taken out of me.”
"Okay!" I continued. "I love to snuggle up to your chest and I'm mad about how you smell. It really turns me on. It was one of the first things that I found irresistible about you. You have a unique scent, a mixture of your aftershave and an underlying masculine, animal smell, really manly and very, very sexy. It's intoxicating. When you bumped into me in Pen Island that first night, your scent overwhelmed me and I nearly came in my pants! At the moment I can smell it all over you."

"Well you're the first person who actually wanted to smell me!" He laughed.
"Sorry, couldn't help it!"
"No, I loved it. It really turned me on!" He said.
"I really liked what we did last night and more of that would be most welcome." I said.

"I agree!" He said. "Any more?"
"I think I've covered just about everything. If anything else comes to mind, I'll tell you." I said.
"Good." He sighed. "And now, I think we should get up and get going!"

To be continued...