The Holiday of the Ass

Part 2

 

At what time or what day our beloved pair awoke neither had a clue.  The blackout curtains that hung across the great loft windows were drawn.  The clock that usually was next to the bed had gone missing.  They assumed since no one was beating down the loft door that it wasn’t Tuesday.

What they did know was that they were sticky, more than a bit stinky and that they were hungry.  Both men were sporting stiffies but they suspected it was due to nature’s call and not a sexual call.

They made a mad dash for the bathroom.

 

This time as they showered Justin felt more at ease.  Brian welcomed Justin’s touch as the blond beauty lathered and shampooed him.  Brian leaned against the glass inviting the boy to do what he did best.  Justin needed no hints.

As Justin knelt and began to work for his daily dose of protein Brian’s mind started to wonder.  There was no one better at giving head; trying to recall the hundreds of blowjobs Brian had gotten, none could compare to Justin---or was it because it was Justin giving head that made it the best.  Oh god, too much thinking.

Justin commanded Brian’s attention as Brian’s dick hit the back of Justin’s throat, he came hard.

Justin climbed up smiling with a look that told Brian ‘I am the best and it’s only for you’.  Brian returned the smile then got on his knees.

Justin didn’t need to think, he never compared, he knew he had all he wanted and right now what he wanted was sucking his cock.  It was all over with a squeeze and an expertly inserted finger.  When Brian looked in the cool blue eyes Justin knew he had the best in the world, well at least in Pittsburgh.

 

Upon completion of their shower Justin helped Brian rub in his favorite skin lotion.  Brian in turn applied a soothing lotion deep into Justin’s well used ass.  Brian did notice that Justin was walking with that ‘I was fucked hard all night’ walk; well it was true.

They did wake up several times and gave into each other’s pleasures; neither man refused a request, on this holiday there were no rules.  All offers were received.

 

 With the morning rituals completed, Brian handing Justin his robe, Brian went to the bedroom.  He needed to change the sheets.  Half of them had already slipped to the floor, the rest were sticky with cum and sweat.

 

Justin skipped to the kitchen he was ravenous.  He started the coffee, made hors d’oeuvres to nibble before the meal and poured juice for the two of them.  He brought Brian a plate of goodies to pick on and juice.  Then he continued to cook.

 

Brian smiled again or should I say the smile broadened, he’d been smiling the whole weekend.  He marveled on how happy he was.  As he continued to clean up he glanced over at the boy happily cooking in the kitchen---ugh, he had to stop referring to Justin as the boy, yeah he was young still a teen, but much more than a boy.  Brian was certainly not Justin’s father; Justin was not his boy---his lover?  Oh no the ‘L’ word, oh fuck it; the young man was his lover---no more thinking.

 

The bed and sheets done; now a set of deep ruby glistened.  The scarves were gone too, no more trussing up, for now.

 

Justin called out “dinner”, dinner?  Yup-it was Sunday evening; ‘oh well’ Brian thought he nearly had 24 more hours to continue his holiday with the ass.

 

Brian could not believe how hungry he was, his usual picking at the plate or just a salad was not making it.  Justin was an excellent cook but it went beyond that, Brian even asked for seconds; Justin was impressed.  Ok I’ll stop picking on Brian, he had to keep up his strength, Justin had rather a big appetite too and I’m not referring to the food.

 

During the meal Brian wondered where in the loft can he next ‘take’ Justin’s ass.  He could take the boy, uh young man, uh lover, back to bed or someplace else…  They’ve done it on the sofa, the chaise, the floor, at the post, at the door, in the kitchen, window, shower, closet? (no, that’s someone else’s wonderful story, ‘Kinney’s Closet by toploft 69’)

Brian looked down at the table, hmmm.

 

When dinner was over Justin cleared the table, then Brian cleared the table.  As Justin busied himself in the kitchen Brian took the large cushions, placed them on the table, and called to Justin, “so what’s for dessert?”  Justin automatically replied, “ you don’t do des…” then he saw the table and the look on Brian’s face.  Brian bit his lower lip to stifle a giggle and gestured for his lover.  Justin walked to the table and sighed.  He got the hint.

 

They kissed then Brian turned Justin around and bent him over the table.  As Justin got comfortable on the cushion Brian slowly slid the silky fabric of the robe up to reveal the object of his obsession.  He positioned the chair, sat and proceeded to enjoy his dessert.

 

He nibbled, sucked, tongue fucked, eating out the sweet tight hole and the luscious flesh around it.  Justin had no idea how long he lay there but he knew he was getting close.  Brian kept going, alternating between Justin’s hole, his balls and butt cheeks.  Justin tried to maintain coherent thoughts.  He felt a pattern emerging as Brian was sucking and biting his skin but Justin couldn’t figure it out.  After a while Justin stopped trying.

 

Brian had enough, well not enough but he wanted to fuck.  Justin heard the rip of the wrapper and steadied himself.  Brian easily entered the wet tight hole.

 

Justin, in the position he was in, was filled to capacity and he loved it.  With every thrust Brian’s long cock banged against Justin’s prostate.  Justin clutched onto the edges of the table; he heard the legs of the table creak with each thrust of Brian’s hips.  Both men were overcome with lust.

 

Brian then withdrew; he needed to see Justin’s face and eyes.  He pulled Justin up and then placed him down so that his butt was at the edge and his legs were up over Brian’ shoulder, nearly bent in half.  Brian stared, drowning in a sea of blue.  Justin focused on the ever changing hazel eyes of his lover.  Brian continued to pound into his lover deep and hard.  Justin whispered encouragement for harder and harder penetration.  Neither man wanted to stop but they knew it had to.

 

Justin made a grab for Brian’s neck and pulled fighting to kiss his strong hero as he came.  As their tongues battled Justin shot his load up onto Brian’s chest; Justin’s tight ass milked Brian’s cock for every drop.

 

They were done.

 

Brian withdrew from Justin and gently eased his legs down.  He then gathered up his young lover and brought him to the bedroom.  Before they got into bed Brian brought Justin over the mirror and turned him around.  Justin strained to look over his shoulders at his reflection.  There on his ass was a perfectly shaped heart, the crack of his ass slicing it in two.  Brian could no longer contain his laughter.  Justin tried to be angry but couldn’t, laughing he swatted Brian in the shoulder then gave him a hug.  Brian proved who really owned the ass.

 

Our heroes got comfortable in bed Justin’s head on Brian’s chest, Brian’s arms holding Justin tight.  Brian had no idea how or if he was going to top his performance (nor do I) he still had one more day on his holiday with the ass.

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