Serenading Stanley (26 page)

So Arthur did. And he did it very sweetly. “I’m sorry, Charlie. Forgive me.”

Charlie nodded, wiping the snot from his nose with the back of his hand and looking all hurt while he did it.

“Jesus, Charlie, buy some hankies,” Roger said, and Stanley snickered.

By the time Stanley and Roger and Arthur were once again headed for the stairs, they heard Charlie’s slightly off-kilter humming as he put the barricade song from
Les Miserables
through its paces. Stanley had to smile. At least the guy was fearless in his musical selections. That was a kickass hard song to hum.

“Hope he doesn’t get snot all over Sylvia’s sheets,” Arthur groused.

Stanley and Roger replied as one. “Oh, Arthur, shut up.”

B
ACK
in the apartment, Stanley locked the door behind them and immediately wormed his way into Roger’s arms, glad they were alone together again.

Pressing his lips to Roger’s throat, he breathed, “Make love to me.”

Roger pulled him close and brushed his mouth across Stanley’s ear, making Stanley shiver. Roger whispered softly, “Whatever Little Mouse wants, Big Mouse delivers.”

He dragged his stubbly face across Stanley’s cheek and laid his mouth over Stanley’s lips. With a flick of his tongue, he sought entrance, and Stanley opened up to welcome him in. As they kissed, Roger squeezed Stanley so tightly against his chest, enfolding him in those luscious warm arms, that Stanley heard himself moan with contentment before he even knew it was coming.

He pushed his hips into Roger’s, and their two hard cocks thrust against each other.

Roger slipped his hands under Stanley’s shirt and ran his fingertips up and down Stanley’s back, loving the feel of his hot skin.

While Roger did that, Stanley worked his own hand under the elastic waistband of Roger’s shorts. Since Roger had dressed commando that morning, Stanley immediately discovered Roger’s fuzzy, firm ass, just waiting to be adored. Stanley slipped his fingers between Roger’s ass cheeks and ran the heel of his hand over Roger’s sphincter, causing Roger’s tongue to dive even deeper into Stanley’s mouth.

When Stanley slid his hand around to the front and stroked Roger’s boner, Roger rose up on tiptoe and pressed himself to Stanley even harder.

That was all it took.

Stanley pulled back from Roger’s kiss and dropped to his knees in front of him. He took a grip on Roger’s waistband and pulled the shorts down in one swift motion, freeing Roger’s cock, which sprang up and slapped him in the face.

“Oh, Jesus,” Stanley muttered. “Look what I found.”

Stanley reached down and squirmed out of his own shorts. Then his shirt. Naked now, he sat back on his haunches and watched Roger pull his shirt off and throw it across the room. Stanley played his hands along Roger’s legs, kissing them here, licking them there, and just as he was about to run his tongue over Roger’s balls, he had a better idea.

Stanley took hold of Roger’s hips and spun him around until that gorgeous hairy ass was directly in front of his face. He slid his hands up and down the back of Roger’s legs, feeling Roger tremble now, feeling him shudder. Roger’s legs were so beautiful, Stanley spent a couple of minutes just massaging them, exploring them, kneading them. Worshipping them.

And when he thought he had the terrain pretty well memorized, he ran a hand up Roger’s back and applied enough pressure to make Roger bend forward. Roger was more than happy to accept Stanley’s urging, even if he was shaking like an aspen tree in a thunderstorm, and the moment he bent over, Stanley leaned in and pressed his face to Roger’s ass.

He kissed each cheek, loving the hell out of the ass fuzz tickling his face, and when Roger reached around to steer Stanley inward, Stanley was more than ready.

He burrowed and wiggled his face in between those deliciously warm ass cheeks and found Roger’s opening with his tongue. Roger gasped and reached around to grab a fistful of Stanley’s hair, just to make sure he kept Stanley exactly where he wanted him, which was pretty much a waste of energy because Stanley had no intention of going
anywhere.
As far as Stanley was concerned, he was home.

He lapped at Roger’s asshole as if it were an ice cream cone. And while he lapped, he slipped a hand between Roger’s legs and reached upward to grab the stone cock he found bobbing around in front of his lover. And a fat cock it was too.

Stanley licked and lapped and sucked at Roger’s asshole until Roger was so turned on he was about to fall flat on his face. He had no intention of letting Stanley do all the work, however, so much to Stanley’s disappointment, at least temporarily, Roger turned and pulled Stanley to his feet.

Again his lips found Stanley’s mouth, and they kissed long and hard.

When Roger felt Stanley’s hand clutching his and steering it towards Stanley’s ass, Roger began to see which way the wind was blowing.

“So that’s what Little Mouse has in mind, is it?”

Stanley couldn’t speak. He was too weak from wanting.

Still gripping Stanley’s hand, Roger pulled him to the bedroom, where he eased him down onto the bed and splayed him out on the bedspread, facedown.

Roger dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and began kissing his way up the back of Stanley’s lean golden legs. The blond hair there was thick and as soft as down, covering Stanley’s legs all the way from his ankles to his ass.

Roger kissed each of Stanley’s firm calves, the muscles as sharp and hard as granite. He played his lips up those heavenly thighs, and when he arrived at Stanley’s ass, he had to sit back and ponder the beauty of it for a moment before he dove on in.

Stanley’s ass was truly the most gorgeous Roger had ever seen in his life. Pale, firm, round. His ass crack was hairless, and as Roger gripped the two perfect ass cheeks and spread them gently apart to open the flower of Stanley’s beauty, he almost wept at the eroticism of the act. He could feel his heart fluttering in his chest. He could feel his hands trembling as he spread those cheeks wider, then wider. He could feel his cock standing like a stone monolith between his own legs, crying out to be buried alive in that beautiful cavern, which Roger was only now glimpsing for the very first time.

Stanley’s opening was but a pink slit. As silky to the touch as cream. Roger slid his thumb across it, and smiled when Stanley took in a great gulp of air and raised his ass to meet the touch.

Roger leaned forward and kissed the slit, and when he did, Stanley cried out and reached around to grab Roger’s hand. He lifted his ass to press it to Roger’s mouth, and Roger accepted it completely. Licking, slavering, just as Stanley had done to him.

Stanley was all over the bed now. Squirming this way and that, he kept trying to reach around and grab Roger’s hair, but it was too short to get ahold of, so he settled on squeezing the life out of Roger’s poor hand.

When Roger pressed his tongue to that perfect opening and pushed it in, Stanley groaned and rose up onto his knees, offering himself completely.

Moist now, and tender from Roger’s ministrations, Stanley’s hole constricted and relaxed as Roger watched. And again. Constricted and relaxed.

Roger licked his finger and pressed it to the opening. He could feel Stanley’s muscles soften as he begged for the finger to enter in. Pleaded with the finger to impale him.

And so it did. In one easy, heart-stopping motion, Roger slid the finger into Stanley’s ass. To the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way.

Stanley sobbed. It felt so good.

Roger stroked Stanley’s strong legs and back as he watched his finger slide in and out, in and out, and with every disappearance into that hot well of desire, Roger could feel Stanley’s ass grab onto it and plead with it to never leave.

When Roger brought a second finger into play, licking it first, pressing it alongside the other, and slipping it gently into that incredible wet heat, Stanley moaned. “Yes, baby, yes.” For a while, Roger fucked Stanley with two fingers, while Stanley bucked and thrummed beneath him. Roger reached under Stanley and caressed Stanley’s balls with his free hand. He gave a few gentle strokes to Stanley’s rock-hard cock as it flounced around in rhythm to Roger’s thrusting fingers.

Stanley couldn’t take it anymore. “Top drawer,” he breathed. “Top drawer.” He pointed to the nightstand.

Roger slid his fingers slowly free and climbed onto the bed to reach the nightstand. He yanked open the drawer while Stanley lay like a dead thing, ass in the air, head and shoulders smashed into the pillow. Because he was so turned on, he had reached down and begun stroking his own cock now.

Roger found the condoms right away. He tore one open, then before slipping it onto his cock, he pressed his lips to Stanley’s neck. “Is this what you want, baby? Is this what you want?”

Stanley couldn’t speak. The words simply wouldn’t come. He nodded and brought his mouth up to press it to Roger’s lips. He was stroking his cock even faster now. He couldn’t
not
stroke it. Only then did he find his voice.

“Please, Roger. Fuck me. Please.”

Roger didn’t have to be asked twice. He slipped the condom over the head of his cock and rolled it down the shaft as far as it would go. Lifting himself from the bed, he stood at the foot on trembling legs and gave his cock a couple of strokes, just for the hell of it. He gripped Stanley’s ankles and pulled him back to the edge of the bed until Stanley’s ass was right where he wanted it.

Bending down and cupping Stanley’s balls, he licked at Stanley’s asshole, moistening it up, getting it ready. Then he gripped his cock and touched the head of it to Stanley’s opening.

The air seemed to be sucked out of the room as he and Stanley both held their breaths for that split second of time while Roger’s cockhead pushed its way forward, gently but inexorably.

Stanley forced himself to relax. He had been fucked before, but never with a dick as big as Roger’s. But he had never been fucked by anyone he loved before either. And that made all the difference.

As his ass relaxed, he felt Roger’s hands holding his hips steady. He felt Roger’s fat cock pressing, pressing, and then with an almost audible
pop
,
Roger pushed his cock through Stanley’s anal ring and it was in.

Slowly, oh, so slowly, Roger eased it deeper. Taking his time. Alert to any signs of discomfort on Stanley’s part. Afraid of hurting him, but unable to stop. Jesus, that hot, tight wetness felt like heaven.

Stanley opened his legs wider, begging, and the moment he did, Roger slipped all the way in until his pubic hair was brushing the tender skin of Stanley’s sphincter.

Stanley sobbed a tiny sob and reached around to pull Roger hard against him. Then slowly, because he couldn’t bear not to, Stanley began to move. He eased away from Roger’s cock, then slid back over it, grabbing, releasing. Grabbing. Releasing. And as Stanley moved, so did Roger.

Leaning forward to press his lips to the back of Stanley’s neck, Roger drove his cock ever more roughly and deeply into Stanley’s welcoming ass. Neither of them had ever experienced anything quite like it. And they both knew why.

Love. That was the secret ingredient. Jesus, and did it ever make a difference!

Roger stopped for a moment with his cock buried to the hilt in Stanley’s ass. He could feel Stanley trembling beneath him and around him as his ass latched onto Roger’s cock like it was never, ever, ever going to let it go. Stanley’s whole body was vibrating.

Roger’s lips were still against the back of Stanley’s neck. His thrusts had stopped completely. Stanley suspected he was trying not to come just yet, and that was fine with him. But apparently Roger had more control over his body parts than Stanley did.

Stanley’s ass began to move again, and as it moved, as it rocked back and forth over Roger’s iron dick, Roger began to move again too. This time Roger picked up the pace. He couldn’t bear not to. Neither could Stanley.

“Yes, baby, yes!” Stanley cried into the pillow, clawing at Roger’s hips, begging him not to stop.

Roger pulled his long shaft from Stanley’s ass until only the head of it remained buried. Then he plowed it back inside until he had nothing left to give. Again and again, he drove his cock into Stanley’s hole, and Stanley accepted every thrust with a gasp and a sob and a plea for more.

Stanley’s ass spasmed around Roger’s cock, and Roger knew Stanley was coming. He reached around to grab Stanley’s dick and felt the hot semen surge over his hand. Again Stanley cried out as he spilled his seed in Roger’s hand.

Roger knew he couldn’t hold off another second. He pressed his mouth into the curve of Stanley’s neck and stabbed his cock into Stanley’s ass until Stanley was moaning a continuous cry of pleasure.

Just as he was about to come, Roger pulled his cock free, tore off the condom, and shot his come over Stanley’s golden, shuddering back. When Stanley realized what he was doing, he flipped over onto his back and took Roger’s cock into his mouth until the semen stopped flowing.

Roger looked down at him, smiling, eyes wild, stroking Stanley’s smooth cheek as his cock continued to pump between Stanley’s lips, spilling the last of his seed where it was most appreciated.

Stanley watched Roger’s face as he drank what was offered him, and as he watched, he reached upward with both hands to stroke that broad hairy chest, and fondle those heavenly arms that made Stanley tremble just looking at them.

Roger gave a final shuddering thrust, then pulled away. He slid his fingers through Stanley’s hair in gratitude, and collapsed on top of him, as spent as he could ever remember being. And as happy.

He pulled Stanley farther up onto the bed so they could lie comfortably side by side, and as they did, Roger reached around and once again slid his two fingers into Stanley’s ass, just to have them there.

Stanley shuddered and sighed as Roger entered him, and then he clutched those fingers with his ass and held them tight as their mouths came together.

Slowly, Stanley relaxed. He emitted a final, exquisite moan as Roger eased his fingers free.