The Holiday of the Ass

Let us ponder the ass, buttocks, rump, derriere, bubble butt…you get the picture.  In the hetero world a curvaceous butt on a woman holds promises of warm wet orifices that may be made love to.  In our world the ass can be the gateway to the soul or just a way of getting one’s rocks off.  It can be as simple a top or bottom or an obsession.   An object of worship.

 

Our beloved heroes love ass.  The older one in particular has had his fair share of ass as well as other men’s share too.  Our younger hero while a bit inexperienced is a fast learner.  He also greatly values one very special ass that is attached to long legs and is usually draped by a designer labeled suit.

Our older hero has a fondness for a certain young blond bubble butt ass.  And although the blond is physically the owner of the desired ass, the older man with the gorgeous hazel eyes has full possession.

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Brian decided that the coming three-day weekend was going to be his special holiday with the ass he so adored.

 

While Justin worked the late shift at the diner, Brian prepared.  After work he went shopping, appropriate bedding, sheets and pillows were purchased.  Special oils, lubricants and toys were required.  He also went shopping for juices and high protein drinks to replenish the fluids that were bound to be drained.  Brian wanted to add a bit more romance so he bought candles and incense.   He was ready---now to get that ass where he wanted it.

 

Sometime during the evening Brian called Justin and invited him to spend the weekend.  Justin’s reply was of course in the positive, like he would ever say no, but he didn’t get off work till 11pm.  Brian told him not to worry he would be waiting.

 

Justin made it to the loft by 11:30.  As he opened the door he was greeted with hugs and kisses from our hero.  As Justin responded Brian sensed the boy’s exhaustion.  He cooed in the boy’s ear “don’t worry baby, there’s no rush we have three days”.

He then guided the boy to the bathroom and prepared the shower.

 

Brian helped the boy undress then removed his own clothes; they entered the shower.  The water was warm like Justin liked it, not too hot.  Brian lathered Justin up and shampooed his hair---washing away the greasy diner smell and the tension of a long hard day.  Brian lovingly massaged and cleansed all of Justin’s cracks and crevices eliciting an aroused response.  Brian knelt down and took the boy in as the water ran over the two of them.

Now we all know that this is certainly not the first time (or the last) that this type of activity took place in Brian’s shower between our heroes.  But at this time and under these circumstances had Justin a bit stunned.  It was usually Justin attacking Brian’s body and Justin on his knees.  All Justin could do was lean against the glass and let the master work.  As Brian brought Justin to climax the holiday of the ass officially began.

 

Brian gently toweled off Justin and guided the sleepy boy to bed.  Justin tried to maneuver Brian on to the bed so that he could give to Brian some of the pleasure that was previously bestowed, but Brian stopped him.  “That was for you, I’ll get mine tomorrow and maybe the next day too if we can keep it going, for now we both need sleep.”    With that our beloved pair spooned arms, legs, hands intertwined, drifting off into a deep sleep.

 

The next morning Justin awoke to the pleasant aroma of a nutty flavored coffee.  He smiled to himself and appreciated the efforts Brian was making, the shower last night, the undisturbed sleep and now the heavenly coffee.  As he was compiling ways to show his appreciation Brian called out “good morning Sunshine!”  Justin stretched then bounced out of bed to locate his clothes and join Brian.  Brian handed him a cup of coffee and gave Justin an intense gaze.  Justin was growing more and more suspicious but he trusted Brian and would follow his lead.

 

Brian spoke up “Justin I know I said we would have 3 days together but I need your help”.  Intrigued Justin said “with what?”

“Well first off you only have those clothes from yesterday and although you took a shower those clothes reek; I also didn’t lay in anything to eat and we both know your appetite; plus I have a couple calls to make and something to take care of for work---here’s some money, the car keys and a shopping list.  Would you mind going shopping and then you can pick up clothes for the weekend, while I’ll handle the other stuff.  Then we wont be interrupted.”

As Justin pondered Brian’s requests the older man was trying to read the boy’s expressions.  It was true they needed the groceries and Justin needed the clothes, what Brian needed was the privacy and time to prepare the loft and bedroom.  If the little twat pressed him he wouldn’t lie but Brian really wanted to surprise Justin.  Justin looked up, finished his coffee, smiled and said “later”; then with a kiss he was gone. 

 

Brian started to set his plans into motion.

 

First the phone calls, he started with Em and Deb knowing that’s the fastest way to disseminate the information.  He and Justin did not want to be disturbed for the next 3 days unless of course they actually left the loft.  Second, he emailed Vance and Cynthia, exercising his rights to the 3-day weekend something that he rarely did and he knew Cynthia had his special emergency pager number if it was necessary.  Last but not least the loft.

 

Brian set out scented candles and incense burners in various places.  He then stripped the bed and replaced the sheets with deep dark chocolate colored satin ones complete with new pillows covered in the same material.  He then arranged more candles and incense.  The oils, flavored lubricants, toys and lotions were neatly stored in a close drawer within easy reach.  Brian then produced 5 silk scarves all in a deep blue color; as he fingered the scarves his mind momentarily drifted back, shaking himself out of it he returned to the task at hand.  The blue reminded him of Justin’s eyes when he was aroused or angry.  Brian attached one scarf to each corner of the bed; he then put the remaining scarf away with the rest of the ‘equipment’ and then sat down.

 

Brian mentally prepared himself.  Brian fuckin’ Kinney was actually a little nervous.  He wanted Justin’s ass—real bad—but he also had a need to express his desire in a unique way.

 

Brian heard the door slide open; he sprinted over knowing the amount of stuff Justin was carrying.  As Justin entered his nose detected the delicate aroma of the candles, it was strong enough to please but not enough to make him sneeze.  His eyes and his smiled brightened, “for me?”

“All for you.”

 

In comparative silence the boys began to prepare brunch.  Chopping, dicing, kissing, sautéing, occasional groin grinding, and giggling.  In the end a light but tasty meal was ready to be consumed.  Brian prepared the table as Justin served it up.  As they dined Brian’s eyes rarely left Justin’s.  Brian kept smiling, Justin kept wondering.

After the meal Brian needed Justin to digest a little.  So they cleaned up the dishes and then Brian invited Justin to dance.  Nothing fancy, just slow swaying to something ridiculously romantic.

 

When Brian thought the boy was ready he led him to the bedroom.

 

Justin was amazed at the transformation.  Candles lit, incense burning, it made him dizzy with desire.  He turned to face Brian and tried to undress him but Brian stopped him with a swat to his hand.

 

Brian’s gaze intensified as he cupped the boy’s face in his hands-“Justin do you trust me?”  Justin nodded---“no” Brian said, “say it, do you trust me?” 

“Yes Brian I trust you.” 

“I want to pleasure you slowly, I will do nothing to hurt you, do you understand?” 

Justin started to nod but said “Yes Brian I understand.” 

Brian continued, “Do you remember our safe word?” 

“Yes I remember.” 

“Good now strip for me.”

Justin slowly removed all his clothes revealing a hardening cock, Brian grinned.  Again Justin wanted to do for Brian and started to kneel, Brian stopped him “later, get on the bed, on your belly with your arms and legs pointed towards the corners.”  Justin did as he was told, languishing in the soft sheets then he noticed the blue scarves.  Brian kissed each wrist and ankle as he tied the boy; the soft material was deceivingly strong.  Brian gave each one a yank to prove the point.

 

Justin started breathing heavy he knew how helpless and vulnerable he was.  He turned his head to watch Brian slowly strip for him.  Justin ached to touch him, Brian leaned in a little to allow Justin to kiss the head of his cock but that was all.

 

Brian moved to the drawer with all his equipment and chose an oil with a hint of cinnamon then he stepped back.  A little gasp escaped Brian’s lips; the boy was so beautiful, pale creamy skin against the deep brown sheets, a trail of blue about his limbs; and that luscious full ass.  Brian’s obsession ready and willing to be taken; Brian was so enamored that he was about to scrap his whole plan but then he controlled himself.

 

He poured some oil into his hands to warm and then started at the base of Justin’s neck.  Justin moaned with each caress.  Brian worked his way up each arm and down Justin’s slim back and hips.  Justin prayed that Brian would go directly for his ass but no such luck.  Brian then started on Justin’s right foot and worked his way up.  The scent of the warm oil was intoxicating.  Brian thought he had died and went to candy heaven, the chocolate sheets, the vanilla boy and the cinnamon oil.

 

Justin breathed harder and harder.  Brian continued to ignore the object of his obsession but worked his fingers over the rest of Justin’s body.  Justin started to beg and plead with Brian, “please Brian, oh god, please fuck me, please.” 

Brian leaned into his ear “not yet, hold on, I know you can hang on.”

Justin couldn’t help it he started to sob.  Brian took pity on the boy and slipped a well-oiled finger into Justin’s waiting hole, Justin tried to lean back into the finger but the bonds were too tight.

Brian began to finger fuck Justin, he knew Justin desired more but Brian wasn’t ready.  So Brian kept fucking him with a finger or two as he cooed into the boy’s ear, grazing his cheek with his lips and occasionally sucking the boy’s lower lip into his mouth.

 

Brian suddenly removed his fingers and started to massage Justin’s aching balls.  At this juncture our hero almost lost himself.  The point of all of this was to give pleasure to Justin but not torture himself.  Brian needed to eat that ass, and that’s what he did, licking, sucking, biting.  He couldn’t get enough.  He barely heard Justin’s screams of pleasure and want.  He was so wrapped up in that sweet luscious ass.

 

Now Justin was half blinded with tears, his throat was hoarse from begging and his cock was leaking.  He wanted to cum, he wanted Brian to fuck and jack him off, but it wasn’t happening.

 

Brian came to his senses and commanded the boy to be still.  He loosened the bind on Justin’s left ankle to reach his cock with more ease.  He then slipped into his equipment drawer for the 5^th scarf.  Justin was completely unaware of what was happening.  He felt Brian’s warm hands on his cock and sighed, at last he would be allowed to cum.  “No” whispered Brian then he felt the silky cloth tighten around the base of his shaft.  Justin sucked in more air as he realized what Brian was doing and then he felt his ankle retied.

 

Brian was again all over the boy but this time more frenzied.  He licked the ass harder, fingered him deeper and rougher.  Justin kept screaming Brian’s name over and over begging for release and to be fucked; Brian wouldn’t allow the first but he did have a vibrator ready to do the second.

 

It took just a second for our young hero to realize what was fucking his ass.  The vibrator shot through him and he would have cum instantly if not for the bind around his shaft.  He moaned with each rotation as Brian gently worked the vibrator in and out.

 

Justin struggled to breathe and fought to stay conscious.  The tears were streaming and he continued to beg.

 

Somehow Brian released each extremity without ever stopping the torture to Justin’s ass, and all of a sudden Justin was on his back.  The vibrator gone, the scarf around his aching cock loosened.  Brian plunged 3 fingers up into Justin’s hole as he engulfed the boy’s cock into his mouth.  It was all over, Justin exploded with a glass shattering scream and then collapsed.

 

To calm the boy Brian gently massaged Justin’s arms and legs with more oil and paid special attention to the red areas around his wrists and ankles.

 

Our gentle hero gathered the spent boy in his strong arms and cradled him tightly to his chest encircling him with his legs.  Brian leaned back against the wall as Justin leaned into Brian’s chest.  Brian licked away the salty tears on Justin’s face and whispered “you okay?” 

Justin answered with a tiny squeak “yes”. 

Unconvinced Brian held the boys face up to look in his eyes.  Justin knew the man needed reassurance; he kissed the older man deeply and said in a stronger voice “yes I’m okay”.

Now convinced Brian picked up the obviously weakened boy and carried him to the sofa.  He wrapped Justin in a new silk robe the same color as the scarves and donned a brown one.  He then prepared some juice, fruit and mild cheese for the boy to snack on to help him recover.

 

Brian joined Justin on the sofa.  Justin looked up into the hazel eyes and asked sheepishly “you don’t want to fuck me?” 

Brian leaned in foreheads touching “oh yes I do and I promise I will, be a little patient.” 

Justin resisted the urge to say, “I don’t do patient” and just smiled at Brian.

The two sat facing each other feeding each other pieces of fruit and cheese, sipping on juice.  When they were done Brian helped the young man to his feet and said, “let’s see if you can walk”.  Justin didn’t think he was that wobbly, but Brian knew.  So our hero guided the boy around the loft trying to sober up the sex intoxicated blond.  Only when Brian was sure Justin was completely recovered did he let go.

 

Brian prepared the shower, lit more candles and changed the fragrance of the incense.  Justin became overwhelmed again.  Brian drew the boy into the shower and washed away the cinnamon.  Only to be replaced by vanilla scent soap (and later vanilla oil).

 

Justin felt renewed, he also felt a bit embarrassed.  How come he was the one getting exhausted while the old man doing all the work stayed focused and strong?  Justin’s amazement regarding our older hero never ceased.

 

Brian was grappling with his own demons now.  What he wanted to do was pounce and fuck the boy senseless.  He groaned at his own dilemma and then readied themselves for round two.

 

Brian again gazed into the cool blue eyes and before he had a chance to ask Justin took Brian’s face into his hands and said, “Yes I trust you.”  With a kiss Brian laid the boy on the bed this time on his back.

 

Brian only tied Justin’s wrists, again first applying a tender kiss.  Out came the vanilla oil.

 

Brian started at Justin’s feet, slowly massaging each toe, the arch, his ankles and strong calves and thighs.  He skipped the boy’s groin for now.

 

Brian then started for the arms but what he did now perplexed the boy as well as Brian.  Brian poured a little more oil into his hands then leaned over Justin, with foreheads touching he slowly slid each of his each of his hands and arms along Justin’s bound arms; when he was done he laid atop of Justin holding his hands belly to belly, groin to groin, lips to lips.

 

The scent of the boy now overwhelmed Brian and this time he had no patience.  He pushed himself off, reached for a condom, prepared himself and Justin.  The heat of their bodies made the vanilla scent stronger.  Brian brought the boys legs over his shoulders and eased in.

Justin sucked in a large gulp of air as Brian slowly and rhythmically made love to him---oh yes this was no ordinary fuck.

 

Brian’s eyes never left Justin’s face.  The boy again struggled to keep his mind from overload and focused on the hazel eyes before him.  Brian pounded into him slowly but firmly.  Justin now begged to be untied he wanted to hold Brian, kiss him, and let his hands wander across Brian’s skin.  This time Brian complied.  With freed hands Justin hung on to the man he loved holding him to tightly to him.

 

Now it was Justin’s turn to command Brian---“do me hard, make it hurt good” and then finally “cum with me”.  With those last three words Brian’s eyes glazed, he pounded Justin unmercifully and then the two exploded together.

 

They both collapsed and let sleep take them.  Our beloved hero’s holiday with his beautiful blond ass was far from over, he still had two more days.  But for now our heroes need a break and so do I.

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