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Don't Lie

By: Gethelred



I tell you to kneel, running my nails across the bare skin of your chest. It's freshly waxed; you know how I don't like your chest hairy. You break out in goosebumps, and I press harder. I remind you that you are not to move, you are not to make a sound until I say so. You think about disobeying me, but you don't. 

Don't lie. I saw the thought flash across your face.

I know everything about you. But that's not really the point, is it? The real fact of the matter is that you want to know me. You want to sink your delicious cock into my warm, wet pussy, to lick and taste my desire as it trickles down my inner thigh. And I just might let you. But only if you are good.

But you're not good, are you? You don't think of others first, hmm? You listen to what I ask of you all the time? I see you nodding, and rake my nails across your shoulderblades. I told you not to move. You barely hold in the brief cry of pain, and you just keep yourself from arching away from me. I lighten my touch, and caress the back of your neck. 

You know, you're really just too gorgeous for words. Here you are, disobeying me even now, and I can't help but be nice to you, and contemplate giving you what you want. I tell you to get up onto the bed, and lie down, with your knees beneath you, kneeling and hunched over on the bed. You don't even need a prompt; good boy.

I position myself under you, and I take the chain attached to your collar and pull your head down to my pussy. I force you down, onto me, and I tell you to lick me until I come. But here's the thing; I'm not sure about this. Is it right for me to be rewarding you with a taste of me when you've been so very bad?

Ah. You're good. You know that; it's one of the reasons I keep forgiving you. And there's the fact that you still have that little bit of fight in you, some small part that wants to fight me for control. And I'm sure you'd like that, bringing me to heel. But you aren't sure you could, are you? I see the hesitation in your eyes, when you consider breaking away, and the fear you hold of losing me. I release my hold on the chain, and dig my fingers into your skull, massaging and holding you down. Don't be afraid, baby. You won't lose me.

It's coming. You're taut; you're as hyped as I am. Oh! Mmm...! Ahh!

You don't stop as I come down, and I smile at you even though I know you can't see. I pull your face upright with my hands, and let you see how happy you made me. I give you permission to speak, and ask you if you want your turn. You say yes mistress, but you know what? I'm still not sure about you. Have you really been good enough for me to allow your orgasm? Hmmm.

You can see me thinking about it. I can see your cock, a shadow of need between your legs, and I can see how hard you are trying. I suppose you have been good. I mean, it isn't easy restraining yourself from my body; I know how hard you find it.

I get out from under you, and place my hips directly behind yours. Using my chain, I pull you upright, but not too hard. I don't want to hurt you, my dear one. You're still kneeling, but you can feel my naked breasts against your back, my thighs against your buttocks. You tense up; you're not used to so much contact. I smile, and place my chin on your shoulder, just next to your ear, my hand on your pectorial in front of it.

Place me, I say. Place my hand where you would have me touch you. You can have one caress, only one. Choose, my pet, choose.

Slowly, you take my hand, and twist around, pulling my body around you. Slowly, so I can pull away, if I wish. Slowly, you raise your eyes to meet mine, and you lift your jaw to mine. You touch your lips to mine.

I... My eyes are closed, and all I can feel is you, holding me close. I still have your chain, and use it to pull you in harder. I... 

Enough.

I push you away, and you return to your posture on the bed, kneeling, with your top half bowed over. I caught a hint of the smile on your face before you moved back down. I can't keep the smile of mine, either. Sometimes, I relish how you continue to break the rules. You keep surprising me. I shake my head; what am I going to do with such a naughty boy?

I get up, and place my weight on your back. I pull hard on your collar, hard enough to almost constrict your breathing. You don't move. Sometimes, you know when you need to be punished.

I hiss into your ear. I tell you how bad you've been, and how I should punish you, but I won't tonight. I feel your shoulders sag a little; disappointed? 

I keep my hold on your collar tight, and sit up on my knees, behind you. I place the palm of my hand on your sack, and squeeze gently. I push your hips upward, maintaining my grip, and you lift them. You remembered not to groan, too. I smile. 

I let go of your sack, and reach in further, scoring the soft skin along the underside of your cock with my nails. When I reach the tip, covered by your foreskin, I pinch it lightly.

Slowly, I place my nails along either side of your cock, careful not to touch you with my skin, and pull down the skin on your cock, revealing the head. I place my other hand on your sack again, and grip you cock firmly around the base.

I'm going to milk you, I whisper. I'm going to drain you boy, make you want me more. You pulse in my hand, and my grin widens.

I begin to pump, my forefinger and my thumb encircling the base of your cock, while my other hand toyed at your sack, pinching, squeezing, and very occasionally slipping down lower, touching the sensitive skin between your balls and your anus. 

I can feel your orgasm approaching, and I slow down. I'm barely moving my hand up or down, more just shaking my wrist. I can hear you gasping, can feel your desperation. You're on the edge.

I wrench your head backwards, pulling you upright fiercely, and jerk you hard, my hand gripping you, once, twice.

You moan, and your mouth opens. I shake my head, as I feel your come coming up your shaft. I place the tip of my nail along the underside of your cock, blocking the exit. You gasp, and I let go, allowing you to spurt out hard onto the bed, breathing heavily.

I roll you over, and look into your eyes.

What on earth am I to do with you, I say.

You look at me earnestly. I shake my head.

Do you love me, I ask.

You look at me, and your expression changes.

"Always."

Don't Lie Ch. 01



All I can say is don't lie to you wife. If I didn't I wouldn't be in the situation I found myself in. It really wasn't that big of a lie but it was enough as far as my wife was concerned. 

It started a few weeks before we got married, five years ago. My wife Dawn decided that she wanted to tell me everything about her sex life before we got married. She said she didn't want anything to come up later that I could be angry about. 

I knew Dawn was sexually active when I met her. She made no bones about it that she slept around and she loved doing it. If a guy turned her on and he was single and unattached she would screw him till his eyes bled. As she put it. 

Dawn was built for screwing. She had a little tight body that looked better when she was on her back, though she looked good in any position. She stood five foot four in her stocking feet and weighed less then a hundred pounds. She had brown hair that didn't quite meet her shoulders and at times was a lot shorter depending on her mood when she went to have it cut. She had a cute little ass that seemed to always be wiggling regardless of what she was doing. And her tits though were only c cup, on her little body made them look even bigger. 

She had the kind of body that you see on ice skaters. Smooth strong thin legs, a hard flat tummy. Strong thin arms and hands with long fingers and equally long nails. She was a fox all right and the best thing about her she was mine. Until she found out I lied to her. 

Two weeks after I asked her to marry me Dawn came to me and said, "Rich you know I love you, but I can't marry you until we know everything about each other. I don't want you getting mad at me someday because you found out I did something that I didn't tell you about." 

Dawn went on to tell me every thing she ever did with anyone else. From the time she was eleven and jerked off one of the neighborhood boys to the time she took on three guys because she wanted to know what a gang-bang felt like. She told me about three girlfriends she hung out with. When they were bored and horny they would do each other with dildoes and their tongues. 

She talked for three hours about her sex life. Before she said, "There I've told you everything now you tell me everything." 

Well I didn't have anywhere near the experiences that she had. I had three girlfriends my whole life before I met Dawn and she knew it. Hell she taught me more about sex in the year and a half that we knew each other than I knew before I met her. 

When I told her she knew about the other girls she said, "No you have to tell me every thing. All the one night stands you had. Any other experiences you had. Even with other guys." 

"I'm sorry honey but there was only the three and there were no guys," I told her and there the lie was told. 

Dawn gave me a way out by saying, "Are you sure? I though every guy had a friend that they tried something with. You know you both take out your cocks and jerk off and before you know it your hand is on the other guys cock." 

"No baby nothing like that at all," I told her, which was another lie.

I didn't want to lie to her I hated myself for it, but I felt I had no choice. You see I'm not like Dawn's other boyfriends. I'm only three inches taller than she is and I only weigh a hundred and twenty five pounds. I have fairly good looks though I'm no movie star. 

Why Dawn went out with me to start with was beyond anything I could understand. Besides being beautiful Dawn is also smart. She has a high IQ that she never brags about and she can hold her own on any conversation. She reads constantly and is a whiz in science math and computers. I'm no dummy either. I have a hundred and forty-five IQ though on some subjects Dawn could put me to shame. 

Why did Dawn agree to marry me and to even go out with me? She says it's because I respect her mind. I never treated her like a dumb girl or discounted what she said because she's a girl. If she was having a heated discussion with someone else I always took her side even when I knew she was wrong. That was the reasons she gave me when I had the courage to ask. 

Two month after this discussion Dawn and I were married. It was a big church wedding that her father paid handsomely for. Dawn wore a white wedding dress that I'm sure cost a small fortune. I'm sure there were some that said she shouldn't wear white but what bride today could wear white. I didn't care what she wore it was the happiest day of my life. 

I've been told by some of my friends that once the ring is on the finger the wife changes completely when it comes to sex and most other things. In Dawn's case it couldn't be further from the truth. 

Before we were married Dawn wanted sex on a daily basis. After we were married she still wanted it on a daily basis and I made sure she got it. But it wasn't a one way street either. She would often do things that I would love and think nothing of her self. Like blowjobs She would give them to me and want nothing in return. She said she just enjoyed giving me pleasure. But she got plenty of pleasure too. 

She loved sex whether it was doing it, reading about it or watching it. It was not uncommon for Dawn to come home from work with a porn video or two for us to watch. She even suggested that we get a big screen TV to watch them on. 

On the Internet she found sites that had stories other readers submitted. She didn't care what the stories were about as long as it had sex in it. She read stories on lesbian sex, gay sex, couple sex, three somes and four somes. She read stories about transsexuals having sex with men as well as women. She read everything you could think of. She also went into chat rooms and talked about sex in there. But if any one even hinted at having cyber sex she cut them off explaining that she was married and she didn't cheat on her husband. 

She never hid any of this from me. If I came into the room she let me read what she was reading and at times asked me to read something that she had found erotic. She was always open about her love for sex. 

She even found sites that gave information on how to do certain things or better ways to perform. She would then teach me these things. One we both like was teaching me to last longer while I was fucking her. When we first met I was lucky to last five minutes. Now I can fuck like a porn star. I can last over an hour with out cuming. I may not have the equipment of a porn start but I can last like one. 

She was also willing to change the way she dressed because I asked her to. Take stocking for example. One day while watching her putting on a pair of pantyhose I said I'd like to see her in stocking and a garter belt sometime. When she came home from work that day she had purchased several pairs of stockings and three garter belts. From that day on she has only wore stockings. 

When she started wearing cotton panties and bras I told her I preferred satin and lace. She threw out the cotton ones and always wore satin and lace underwear. She also found out I like her better in underwear then naked because it made her look prettier. Now she'll run around the house in sexy underwear almost all the time. 

She has to like something to wear it though if she doesn't like how it feels on her she won't wear it. I asked her to wear a corset once but she didn't like it so she never wore one again. She did start wearing bustier because they look like a corset but their not as restrictive. 

But of cause this is a two way street. If she wanted me to wear something I have to at least try it before I can say I don't like it. Like men's satin briefs. I thought they were for sissies but she said she would like to see me wear them. She got me a few pair and I put them on. They weren't bad though I wouldn't want anyone to see me in them except Dawn. So now I wear them around the house but change into regular boxers when I go to work. Dawn thinks that's funny seeing no one would ever see me wearing them at work. 

Our vacation-get-a-ways revolve a round one central theme. We go some where there is nude beaches or at the very least topless beaches. We also found that we love camping, for me its getting out in the outdoors but for Dawn it's a chance to go naked in the woods. We bought a four-wheel drive truck so we could get real deep into the wood where there isn't much chance of running into anyone. She especially likes it when its warm and there is a light rain so the ground is muddy. She really loves to fuck in the mud. 

To Dawn there is a difference between fucking and making love. If at the end we're soaked with sweat and totally exhausted we just fucked. If were only breathing slightly hard we just made love. On the average we make love twice a week. The rest of the week we fuck our brains out, as she puts it. 

For five years my life was perfect. I had a beautiful wife that took pride in her body and herself. She worked out to keep herself looking as good as the day we were married. She also made me work out so I stayed in good shape. Our sex life was fantastic and our careers were on track. We weren't making money hand over fist but we were doing very well and we didn't have to worry about much. My life fell apart the day Pete came into town. 

Pete was an old friend of mine. When my parents found out that my mother was pregnant with me they bought a house out in the suburbs. It was a two story wood frame house with four bedrooms. Next door to our house was Pete's parent's house. Pete's mother gave birth to Pete a month and half before my mother gave birth to me. So in all actuality you could say we have been friends since the day I was born. 

Our mothers did everything together seeing neither one of them worked. They both considered raising a child to be a full time job, I'm sure they were right. They did everything together from coffee in the morning to long walks in the afternoon. When we were older, Pete and I played together in one of our playpens while our mother talked or did whatever mothers do. 

Pete and I were basically brothers, seeing neither one of us had a brother or a sister for that matter. After I was born my mother had complication and she had to have her uterus removed. Pete's mother wanted another child but she never got pregnant again. At the age of seven Pete and I became even closer after the death of his mother. 

Pete's mother die from cancer that she didn't even know she had till it was too late to stop it. After her death Pete's father tried staying home with his son as much as possible, but his job wouldn't allow it. 

Pete's dad worked for a heavy equipment manufacture. It was Pete's dad's job to install the equipment and train the people that were going to run it. He would be gone for two or three weeks at a time. It was not a good environment for a single dad, but the money he made was too good to pass up. He tried getting a nanny but that was like having your own kid and the nannies didn't like being tied down all the time. 

My mother finally stepped in by telling Pete's dad that she would take care of Pete while his father was out of town. This way he was with someone he knew and he was close to home. His father didn't want to impose on my mother so after some negotiation it was agreed that my mother would be paid for her service. It actually worked out the best for everyone. 

Half of Pete's things were moved into one of the bedrooms in my house and when his father had to leave town he would stay in the bedroom. Most of the time when we were young we would sleep in the same bed but after he was ten he stayed in his own room. 


Pete and I went to the same schools from kindergarten right though high school. In high school he was very good in sports where I was good in the academics. He got a scholarship to play football at one collage and I got a scholarship to another. After he wasn't drafted to a NFL team he was signed to a team in Europe. That was why he wasn't my best man, he couldn't get away to come back for the wedding. This was the first time I'll see him in eight years.

When he called to tell me he was coming back home for good I was thrilled. I mean we were so close and he was like a brother to me. I thought this was going to be great. Little did I know my life was about to take a drastic turn. 

I don't think Pete was in town an hour before he called me on the phone. Dawn was quite eager to meet him after all the stories I told her about him. So I invited him over for dinner the next day. 

At four o'clock the next afternoon Pete arrived in a brand new pickup truck. For some reason I was surprised that he wasn't driving something sportier. When he got out of the truck I saw that his left leg was in a brace and he had to use crutches to get around. 

I tried to help him up the stairs but he waved me off telling me, "It looks worse then it is." I smiled knowing Pete would always act like his injuries were minor. 

Once he made it up the stairs I went to shake his hand but Pete pulled me into a bear hug that drove the air right out of me. While he hugged me he said, "Dam buddy I missed you." 

Pete was bigger than I remembered. He stood six foot five and weighed around two hundred and seventy five pounds. From what I could feel of him from the hug it was solid muscle. He was always big for his age when he was younger and I see he didn't lose any of it since I last saw him. If anything he got bigger. 

When he released me I said, "Come on in and meet my wife Dawn." 

Pete chuckled and said, "If she looks anything like the picture you sent me it'll be my pleasure." 

I knew Pete had an eye for the ladies and he always seem to have one or two hanging around him, but he was never serious about anyone that I knew of. Even in high school he only dated and never went steady with anyone.

When we walked in the house Dawn met us at the door so I made introductions, "Pete I would like you to meet my wife Dawn. Dawn honey if I ever had a brother it would Pete here." 

Dawn held out her hand and said, "Pete I've so looked forward to meeting you. Rich has told me so much about you." 

Pete took her hand and said, "Obviously he didn't tell you everything about me or you would be looking forward to it." They shook hands before Pete pulled her into a hug as well. I could see that Dawn was a little surprised by this, but she hugged him back. 

When he released her she said. "Why don't you have a seat and I'll get some refreshments. Would a beer be alright?" 

"Oh please anything as long as it's American and cold," Pete told her. Once she was out of the room he said, "Boy Rich you got the pick of the littler with that one. She's a stone fox." 

"Thanks, but remember she's mine," I told him kiddingly. 

Pete chuckled and said, "I never stole a girl from you and you know it."

"Maybe but you have been known to steal them from other guys," I told he. 

"I never stole them. I just used them for a while," He told me with a laugh. He had a point he was never serious about any girl. He had a smile that could charm the panties off of any cheerleader but he always let them know he wasn't interest in anything serious. 

"So what did you do this time," I asked pointing toward his left leg just as Dawn came back in with the beers. 

After taking a beer from Dawn he said, "Thank you Dawn. About the knee I blew it out in the last game of the season. It ended my career this time." 

"I'm sorry to hear that," Dawn told him sympathetically as she sat down next to me on sofa. 

"Don't be it wasn't much of a career. I knew it was coming to an end. The money sucks and it hurt too much after every game. No I'm glad it's over," Pete told us though he really didn't sound too convincing. Then he smiled and said, "At lease it's not as bad as having two broken wrists at the same time." 

Dawn gasped and asked, "My god how did that happen?" 

"Didn't Rich tell you about how he saved my life?" 

Dawn shook her head no before looking at me for conformation. "I didn't save his life he is exaggerating," I told her. 

"The hell you didn't," Pete shouted. "The doctors even said if you didn't get out when you did I most likely wouldn't have survived. Dawn no matter what he says he saved my life and he'll never convince me or any one else otherwise." 

"Tell me what happen," Dawn told Pete. 

"Well it was the first snowfall of the season. The year before my father bought us both a snowmobile and taught how to ride them. When it snowed the first time we were both itching to get out in it so I asked my dad if we could go. Seeing he was out of town he told us to take it easy and to stay on the path. By the time we got the snowmobiles out to the state park it was getting late so we decide to hurry to get one run in before it got too dark to see." 

Pete took a sip of his beer before continuing, "When we got into the woods it was dark and hard to see. The path wasn't well marked as no one had used it yet. When I came around a bend in the path I slammed into a boulder and was thrown from my snowmobile. Rich came around the bend and was going just slow enough to miss my scat and me. Thank god for that as he still had a good snowmobile. As soon as he tried to get me up we both realized that I had done something to my arms. I couldn't use them as they hurt to much." 

By this point Dawn told us dinner was ready and we could continue story in the dining room. Pete continued his story as we ate. "When Rich saw I had broken something on my arms he found some of the fiberglass cowling from the scat and used it to make splints for my arms, Then he got me on his scat and drove us back to the truck then on to the hospital. 

"By the time we got to the hospital I was already in shock and I don't remember what happen till the next day when the doctor told me I was lucky that Rich got me to a hospital instead of leaving me to get help. He said I wouldn't have lasted that long out there. Now you tell me do I owe him my life or not." 

When Pete finished his story Dawn said, "I'd have to agree he did save your life. Rich why didn't you tell me?" 

Pete chuckled and said, "Because he is modest. He really doesn't think he did anything that important. He's done a lot of things that he should be proud of but of cause he'll never mention them." 

After dinner we stayed at the dinning room table and talked for a few hours about what we did when we were growing up. Toward the end of the night Dawn asked, "Are there any ladies in your life Pete." 

Pete chuckled and said, "There have been tons but no one worth mentioning. I feel I have too much baggage to carry into a long term relationship and I'd hate it if she was to find out about it in wrong way." 

"You have to do what Rich and I did. We told each other exactly what we did and with whom. This way even if someone says something, nothing can be said because you already know," Dawn told him. 

I dreaded the next words out of Pete's mouth. "You told Rich everything and everyone you ever did and he told you everything?" He asked. 

"Yep, though Rich's past wasn't near as long as mine. I mean three other girls hell I did more than that." I heard Pete gag at that remark. I thing she said it for the shock factor. She giggled and said, "I'm sorry did I shock you?" 

Pete chuckled and said, "You didn't shock me because you did it, but because you just came out and said it. I mean we really don't know each other that well." 

Dawn giggled and said, "When you get to know me you'll learn I'm not ashamed of anything I did. My husband knows about it and he still married me so I'm sure he accepts me for it. As for anyone else I really don't care, I did the things I did and I'm not sorry." 

Pete chuckled shook his head and said, "Hell if I could find a girl like you I think I'd marry her too. I'd really like to continue this conversation but I really should be going." 




Don't Lie Ch. 01



Dawn looked at me and pouted a little before saying, "I guess I scared him away." 

"No really Dawn it has nothing to do with what was just said. It's time for me to take some pain medication. If I don't I'll be up all night," Pete told her as he started to get up. 

I could see Pete was in pain as he made his way to the door. We walked him out to his car and just before he got in he asked, "Rich I really hate to ask this but I need something done at the old house and with this leg I can't do it myself." 

I knew I would help him but I still looked at Dawn incase she had something else planed. After she nodded her head I said, "Sure how about ten tomorrow morning." 

"Sound great I'll see you then. Dawn dinner was great and I hope we can do it again someday real soon. In fact I'll that you both out to dinner next week." 

After Dawn agree on dinner Pete left. Dawn then said to me, "I can't believe you never told me about saving his life." 

"It wasn't that big of a deal he was hurt and I took him to a hospital," I told her. "I remember back when it happen, everyone thought I did something so great and all I did was what needed to be done." 

Dawn hugged herself to me and said, "You did what needed to be done and that's what hero's do. Now come inside and I'll show you how a hero should be rewarded." 

Dawn pulled me into the house and quickly stripped off my clothes. I pulled off her dress and underneath she was wearing a purple flowered bustier matching thong panties and thigh high stocking that were held up by the garters from the bustier. She was also wearing three-inch stiletto heels. 

I started guiding her over to the bed but she stopped me by saying. "Not yet love. Tonight I want you in the shower." 

Sex in the shower was not that unusual as we had it quite often. But it was always spontaneous, never thought out in advance. When she asked for it in the shower she only meant one thing, anal sex. I loved fucking her in the ass and she loved it almost as much, though she hated all the mess. Between the lubricant, the sperm and the fecal matter it was just too messy in bed. So anytime she told me she wanted me in the shower I knew I was going to plow her back door. 

I took her clothes off in a flash and we headed straight for the shower. On the way Dawn picked up the bottle of lube we kept on the vanity for this one propose. With out even waiting for the water to turn hot we jumped in and started kissing. 

Anal sex was a ritual that I just love performing. First I wash every inch of her tight little body from her neck down to the tips of her toes. I make sure to scrub her anus clean as I will be using my mouth on it in short order. 

Once I had her clean I started at her feet by licking each toe and sucking on them a little before moving up to her feet. Dawn loves having her toes licked and sucked on and in bed I can do it for as long as I like but in the shower I have to hurry because the hot water won't last and we need hot water to clean up. 

I quickly made my way up her silky smooth legs to the hairless V at the center. Three years ago we were watching a porn movie and the girl in the movie was hairless. I told Dawn that I thought the girl's pussy was pretty without hair. When we went to bed the next night Dawn's pussy was shaved bald. Not only did I think her pussy was beautiful I licked her to countless orgasms for well over an hour. From that day on she never had hair on her pussy. This was turned around on me, as I had to shave my cock clean, but the wonderful blowjobs I received made it worth the trouble. Now there is a bottle of hair remover under the sink at all times. 

When I reached her pussy I started to lick all over. But quickly my tongue settled on her clit. I'll never forget the schooling I got on what a woman want's when her pussy is licked. Though I always want to lick the hole to taste her sweet juices, Dawn told me if I wanted to drive her crazy I need to concentrate on her clit. She even pulled back her hood to show me where it was and what it looked like. I know it sounds crazy but I had no idea where it was. 

I licked her clit till she was moaning almost constantly before I started to suck her clit to bring her over the top. I could tell she was horny as she came quickly giving me a little extra time to bring her off again before I had to turn her around. 

After a second quick orgasm I turned Dawn so she was facing the wall. I took her perfect butt in my hands. I know I didn't have much experience with other women but somehow I knew Dawn's butt was perfect. Her cheeks were perfectly round firm and oh so soft. 

After kissing each glob reverently I spread her cheeks as I sunk my tongue into her crack. Dawn loves when I lick her ass and she was moaning sweetly as my tongue slid from the bottom to the top. By the time my tongue was half way into her crack Dawn was pushing her ass back toward my face telling me she was ready for my tongue on her hole. 

The second my tongue touched her hole Dawn's fingers went to her pussy. I knew she would be cuming once more while I licked her ass hole. So I started to lick while Dawn strummed her little clit. It didn't take long and she was squealing once more as I pierced her hole with my tongue. 

When her orgasm subsided Dawn told me, "Now baby put your cock in me now." 

How could I refuse her? I stood up behind Dawn and grabbed the bottle of lube from the soap dish. While out of the direct spray from the showerhead I lubed up my cock and three fingers on my right hand. With deliberate slowness I eased one finger into Dawn's asshole. She mewed softly as my finger entered her. 

As soon as I had one finger in her Dawn begged for a second then a third. Four was out of the question as it was too hard to maneuver and it was unpleasant for Dawn. But she knew this as well and she knew the hot water was running out. "Now honey give me your cock, fuck my shit chute with you cock." 

Dawn knows I love it when she talks dirty and I know when she talks dirty she's really turned on and want's to fuck. With practice easy I aimed the head of my cock at Dawn's asshole and pushed the head into her. Dawn gasped as the head force her hole open and a sharp intake of air was hear as the head popped into her. 

As soon as the head was in her Dawn pushed back to take in more of me, her hand reached back to my hip as she tried to push me in even deeper. I pushed in steadily knowing I was opening her passage as I entered her. 

As my thigh touched Dawns cheeks she sighed and said, "Now honey ream my asshole. Fuck the shit out of me." 

I placed my hands on her hips and started fucking her with a nice slow rhythm. But Dawn was in a hurry and soon she was pumping back to get me to go faster. Within a minute or two I was fucking her with every thing I had and my thighs were pounding into her cheeks with a slap that sounded like I was hitting her with my hand. All the time Dawn was telling me to fuck her and to pack her shit. She was really nasty tonight and I knew she was cuming almost constantly. 

I eased my hand around her hip and found her hand on her pussy as she strummed her clit with her long fingernail. Knowing she wouldn't want me to intrude on her pleasure I lifted my hand to her firm breast. The second my finger touched her rock hard nipple Dawn came violently. She shook like a bowl of jelly and her knees only barely stopped her from falling. 

While she road out this latest orgasm she screamed. "Cum baby cum in my ass. Fill me with hot cum honey." 

I didn't try to hold off as I knew our time was short, so when Dawn told me to cum I was right there, ready to fill her. As soon as she felt the first squirt of cum being fired into her Dawn bared down on her anus and squeezed every drop of cum from my balls. 

I was barely done cuming when Dawn pulled off my cock and spun around with a soapy wash cloth. She took my cock in hand to scrub it clean. At the same time I reached around her and spread her ass cheeks to rinse off her anus. I even open her hole a little to let any cum drain out of her. 

Once we were as clean as we could get we turned off the shower and stepped out. As we dried each other off Dawn said, "Some day I would like to do that on a bed were we can take our time. We just have figure out a way that isn't so dirty." 

"Well there must be a way. Those girls in the porn movies don't seem to have that problem. I mean you can watch the guy take his cock right out of her ass and put it in her mouth. I'm sure she would object to that if it had anything on it," I told her as I dried off her back. 

Dawn went behind me before saying, "You probably right though I don't know how. I read a story the other day about a transsexual that douched her pussy before she let a man fuck her. Now I would assume her pussy is her ass but what would she douche it with. I douche all the time but I don't think it's the same thing." 

As we left the bathroom I said, "I guess you'll have to do more research on the subject." Dawn laughed as we fell onto the bed in each other's arms. Our lovemaking wasn't done for the night. In fact it was four in the morning before we fell asleep. 

I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. When I picked it up it was Pete on the other end asking if I was still coming over. I took a quick look at the alarm clock saw it was eleven o'clock so I said, "Sorry Pete I guess I over slept I'll be there in little while."

"Don't worry about it, it's not that big of a deal I just need a few light bulbs change is all. I was just wondering if you were coming before I went out to buy some food," Pete told me.

"I'll be there by twelve I promise," I told him before I hung up the phone. 

"I gather that was Pete is he mad," Dawn asked as she cuddled up to me. 

"No he just need some lights changed and I guess he can't climb a ladder with that brace on. This shouldn't take too long." 

"Would it be alright if I come along. After you're done we could do some grocery shopping. Oh dam I have to go to the bathroom." Before I could answer her Dawn jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. 

Dawn hates the morning after anal sex. We're not sure if it's the lube or the cum, but she has to go to the bathroom quite often. I followed her into the bathroom to turn on the shower. We showered together as always and dried. By eleven thirty we were on the road to Pete's house. 

By ten after twelve Dawn and I were walking up the stairs to Pete's house. Pete had purchased his father's old house when his father like my parents decided to sell their homes and move into new condominiums. My parents said it was because they didn't need the room anymore, but I also knew it was because they wanted to travel and this way they didn't have to worry about keeping up the outside while they were gone. I was sure Pete's father felt the same way, as he still travels extensively for his job. 

Before I could knock on the door I heard Pete tell us to come in. As soon as I walked into the old house I felt like I was stepping back in time. Very little had changed since the last time I had been in the house. The carpeting was the same, though now it looked more worn out. The walls were the same color but they were dirtier and the furniture was the same. 

"Brings back old memories doesn't it," Pete asked when he saw me look around. 

I chuckled and said, "It sure does. It looks like it did when we were kids." 

"Don't get to use to it. I'm planning on changing everything once I can get around better," Pete told me referring to the brace on his knee. "Once this is off I'll start renovating the place." 

"It could use some cleaning up but it's not that bad," Dawn told him. 

Pete chuckled before saying, "It could use a lot of cleaning up not to mention paint. I'll get you two some coffee before we get started." 

"Just point me toward the kitchen and I'll get the coffee. This way you can show Rich what you want done," Dawn told Pete. 

After Dawn left for the kitchen Pete told me where the ladder was. Once I had the ladder we went upstairs and started replacing every light that was above six foot from the floor. Dawn came up with the coffee and we chatted as I changed light bulbs. After we were done upstairs we made our way to the first floor and went to work on it. 



Dawn had excused herself to use the bathroom when Pete asked, "You haven't told her about what you and I did with each other did you?" 

"No and I would really appreciated if you didn't tell her," I told him. 

Pete chuckled and said. "I told you then I wouldn't tell anyone and I'll keep my word, but don't you think you should tell her. After all she told you everything she ever did." 

I thought for a second and said, "I can't, you see Dawn was proud of the things she did I'm not. I'm embarrassed by the thought of what we did together. I can't tell her about it because I know she would see me as a sick bastard." 

I saw by the look on Pete's face he was hurt and before I could say anything to apologize he said, "I'm sorry buddy I always looked back on that time fondly. I knew that was when we became closer then any two people every had." 

There was nothing I could say because I was too ashamed of what we had done so long ago. I stood with my eyes averting Pete's while we changed the last of the light bulbs. It was ten minutes later when Dawn came back from the bathroom. Instantly I could see she had been crying because her eyes were rimed in red. 

Before I could ask if anything was wrong Dawn asked, "Can we go now. I'm sorry Pete but I really need to get home." With out another word Dawn ran out of the house. 

"You better go Rich she looks really upset," Pete told me. 

I barely said good bye before I was out of the door running to my car. Dawn was already in the car with the engine running when I reached it. As soon as I got into the passenger side she took off with a squeal of the tires. 

"Dawn what's wrong," I asked as I tried to put my hand on her shoulder. 

Dawn ducked her shoulder away and screamed, "Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again." 

Dawn drove like a mad woman till we reached our house. I tried to ask her several times what was wrong but she wouldn't answer. When we reached our house she barely put the car in park before she was out of the car and into the house. 

After I shut the car off and pulled out the keys I followed Dawn into the house. I was pretty sure by this time that Dawn had somehow heard what Pete and I had said to each other. Though we hadn't said what we did I was sure she knew.

When I got into the house Dawn was in the bedroom with the door locked. I knocked on the door and said, "Honey tell me what you heard and I'll explain what was said." 

At first all I heard was banging on the other side of the door then the door open and Dawn said, "I'm not your honey anymore, I'm not your sweetheart or anything else you call me. You are nothing but a fucking liar. Now leave me alone." 

Dawn slammed the door in my face before I could say anything even though there was nothing to say. Before she closed the door I saw that she had two open suitcases on the bed and both were full of her cloths. 

I waited outside the bedroom door for close to two hours when Dawn finally open the door. She had a suitcase in each hand as well as her makeup case. Dawn went to go passed me but I put my hands on her arms to stop her. 

Before I could say anything her knee came up and slammed into my groin. The pain I felt drove me to my knees before Dawn kicked me in the balls a second time. With the breath completely driven from my lungs she said, "I told you not to touch me and I meant it. I'll be back later in the week for the rest of my things. I'll let you know when I'll be here so you can have your lying ass out." I tried to ask her not to go but before I could get the words out of my mouth she was gone. 

I tried that night and most of the next day to see where she had gone. I was finally told late Sunday that she had gone to her mother's house but I was not allowed to call her. Pete was sympathetic but at the time I was sure he was the reason all this came about. If he hadn't come back Dawn would never had known about my indiscretion. 

By Tuesday I was a wreck. I had not been sleeping very well and I hadn't eaten much at all if anything. I was told by my boss to pull myself together but I really didn't care. 

On Wednesday I couldn't go home to that lonely house once more so I went to a bar instead. I started drinking beer but soon turned to straight whiskey. By ten that night I was so wasted I could barely see and when I tried to go to the bathroom I bumped into someone. For some reason instead of apologizing I took a swing at the guy. The next thing I was sure of I was waking up in a jail cell. 

I heard some one calling my name and at the same time I felt something being jabbed into my side. When I could open my eyes a police officer was standing over me and he was telling me, "Come on buddy your wife is here to bail you out." 

My head was pounding and I felt like I had slept in the street all night. I barely remembered I was in a bar and I had gotten into a fight. The cop helped me to my feet before he guided me out to where Dawn was waiting. 

I could tell instantly she was not happy to see me especially under these circumstances. I tried to straighten myself up for her but I'm sure I failed miserably. With out saying a word Dawn signed some papers then pointed toward a door. With out even thinking I started walking toward the door with Dawn right behind me. 

I spotted Dawn's car as soon as I walked out of the jail. With out being told to I went to her car where she open the door for me to get in. We drove in silence back to our house and once we were there Dawn followed me inside. 

"You sleep in the guest room and I'll sleep in our bedroom. Tomorrow I'll call your work and tell them you won't be coming in. I think we should have a talk," Dawn told me as she pointed me toward the spare bedroom. 

It was late the next morning when I woke up. I had gone straight to sleep with out showering or removing my clothes. When I woke I saw that Dawn had put a clean pair of jeans a tee shirt and underwear on the foot of the bed. I silently thanked her as I made my way to the bathroom to shower. 

Once I was feeling almost like my old self I went looking to see if Dawn was still in the house. To my surprise and delight I found her in the kitchen reading the newspaper. She looked up when she heard me and said, "Oh good you're awake. Sit and I'll make you breakfast, then we need to talk." 

I took the seat that Dawn had pointed to as she stood and went over to the stove. She was wearing a satin chemise and a matching pair of lilac panties. This was how she normally dressed around the house. It was almost like we were never separated but deep down I knew something was different. 

First Dawn brought me a cup of coffee before starting on my eggs. When ever she did this before she would always brush her breast up against me or she would kiss me but this time she didn't touch me. She did smile but that was about all she did. 

When my breakfast was ready Dawn served it to me before sitting down opposite me at the table. She had made me a big breakfast and I was thankful seeing I hadn't eaten much of anything since she left me. Dawn also ate but hers was miniscule compared to mine. 

When Dawn was finished eating I said. "Thank you for bailing me out last night. I don't know why they called you but I'm glad they did." 

Dawn wiped her lips with her napkin before saying. "My cell phone number was the first number on your cell phone list. They figured that I must been close to you to get to be number-one. Speaking about last night the bar owner said he wouldn't press charges if you pay for the damages. Seeing you started the fight I think that's only fair."




Don't Lie Ch. 01



"I don't remember much of the fight in fact I remember very little. All I really remember was the one swing I took and the one he swung at me. Again I'm sorry you had to get involved," I told her 

I could see Dawn's face brighten with her smile before she said, "Well sweetheart from what I heard that was about all there was to the fight. You were hit on the chin and thrown back about ten feet into two tables and several chairs. You blacked out after that until they woke you up in the jail cell. About calling me I'm glad they did too. I don't think I would want anyone else to come and get you. Beside it reminded how much I love you." 

I saw this as an opening so I said, "Dawn I love you too more than I loved anything else in my life. I'm sorry you had to find out about Pete and I but it was only him and I never did it with anyone else." 

Dawn started to laugh before saying, "You really have no idea why I was so angry at you do you. I wasn't mad because you had sex with Pete. Hell you could have had sex with any number of boys before we met and it wouldn't have bothered me in the least. What I was angry about was you lying to me. I was also humiliated knowing that Pete knew about your little tryst and he knew I didn't know anything about it after I bragged that I knew everything about you." 

"I sorry I lied and humiliated you. If I could make it up to you I would. I'd do anything to make it up to you," I told her and I believed I meant it. 

Dawn smiled and said, "First you can come clean with what you and Pete did together then we'll discuss how you can make it up to me. Now don't give me a quick story I want details and exactly what you did together." 

I could tell Dawn was excited about hearing what Pete and I did together by the bumps that were pressing out her silky top. Her nipples were hard little nubs, which was a sure sign she was excited. 

It started about a week and a half after Pete got out of the hospital. Both his arms were in casts from the elbow to the tips of his fingers. I really felt sorry for him as he could barely eat or even go to the bathroom. 

By this time in Pete's life he was mostly living at home when his father was away. He still had to report into my mother before he left for school or when he came home. He still ate with us and on some nights he would stay over my house until bedtime, but I think it was because he was lonely. 

Beside me he was never allowed to have anyone else in his house while his father was away. Pete's dad trusted Pete and as far as Pete was concerned that trust meant everything. He would never do anything to violate that trust. 

About a week and a half after the accident I walked into the house to see how Pete was making out. I found him on the couch watching TV. I could tell he was in a bad mood so I asked him what was wrong. 

At first he told me it was nothing but I persisted till he told me, "Man can't you smell me. I haven't had a shower since I've been home." 

I had smelled the body odor but I didn't say anything so I didn't offend him. Once he had mentioned it I said, "So go take a shower." 

I should have known it wasn't that easy, as Pete was passionate about his cleanliness. He would take three showers a day and sometimes four. When he lifted his arms he said, "I can't get these wet and even if I put them in plastic bags I can't hold a washcloth. Man this shit sucks." 

I teasingly said, "So get one of those cute cheerleaders over here to give you a bath I know there has to be a few that would love climbing in the shower with you." Even before I said it I knew there wasn't a chance in hell he would even think about inviting one of them over. 

"My dad hears about that and I'm sunk. No way am I going to do that." He told me even though we both knew he would if he could. But there was the trust thing again. 

Pete and I had taken baths together till we were ten years old and though we haven't done it in a long time I knew it was the only way to get him clean. So I went into the kitchen and got a couple of plastic bags and a couple rubber bands before going back into the living room. 

Pete saw what I had in my hands and asked, "What are those for?" 

"Well you need a shower and I guess I'll have to give it to you. Now get your clothes off and let's get in the shower." I told him. 

"Man I'm not getting in the shower with you. I'm not queer," Pete told me defiantly but I also could see his heart wasn't in it. 

"Look Pete it's either you get your smelly ass in the shower with me or I go tell my mother you haven't take a shower in a week and I'm sure she'll see to it you get one. You know my mother would too." I told him. 

I'm not sure if he thought I was serious about telling my mother or not but he wasn't taking any chances. "Look Rich we don't tell anyone about this okay," He told me. 

I chuckled and said, "Oh yea I'm going to tell someone I climbed into the shower with you. Come on dumb shit." 

Pete reluctantly followed me into the bathroom. I started the shower while he slowly started stripping off his clothes. I could see he had a problem with the buttons on his shirt and once I had my clothes off I helped him with his. 

By the time I had his socks off and his pants and underwear off Pete's cock had started getting hard. I probably wouldn't have noticed but I was crouched in front of him and I couldn't help but notice how it seemed to throb as it got bigger. 

I tried to ignore it but I kept sneaking glances at it. Once he was completely hard I realized that he was longer then I was by two inches and almost twice as thick. 

I started by washing his hair before taking a soapy washcloth and washing his back. I once his upper torso was clean I worked on his ass making sure to get between his cheeks and his butt hole. At first this discussed me but I soon thought nothing of it. I next went to my knees and washed his legs. 

I only had one place left to wash and that place scared me just a little. I knew I had to wash his balls and between his legs but that wasn't the scary part. What scared me was touching his cock. It wasn't that his cock frightened me, but the thought of taking another man's cock in my hand was a little scary. 

Pete for the most part seem to ignore what I was doing but I could see by his hard cock it was something that he was enjoying. After I thoroughly washed his balls and between his legs I took his cock in my hand and jerked it a few times with the washcloth. 

Pete's legs bucketed slightly and he let out a soft moan before he said. "Sorry buddy I didn't mean to do that, it's been a while since I've been able to jerk off." 

I felt sorry for him seeing I knew what it's like not to be able to jerk off every day. Hell after three days it feels like my balls was going to burst. Knowing how it felt I slowly jerked his cock with the washcloth. 

I actually thought Pete would stop me but after a few seconds I saw that he wasn't so I picked up the speed a little and gripped his cock a little tighter. It didn't take long before Pete started moaning and I felt him shudder a little when the wash cloth scrapped his cock head. 

I know I should have been standing when I did this but I wasn't thinking. Since I was on my knees when I washed his cock I was still on them when I started jerking him off. I couldn't take my eyes off the head as my hand worked his cock over. 

The first thing that surprised me was how red his cock head got. It was so red it looked almost purple. But that wasn't near as surprising as when his cock head seem to get bigger and harder. The third thing that surprised me was how hard he came. Cum shot out of his cock like a canon and landed on my face. I must have open my mouth in surprise as the next load shot into my mouth. 

The tasted wasn't unpleasant though there was a sharp tangy taste and a slight metal taste to it. I quickly spit it out in case Pete had seen it go into my mouth but it wasn't that bad. Pete shot a few more loads all of them landing on me somewhat. 

After Pete was done cuming I stood and washed the cum off of me before turning off the shower. I dried Pete off and removed the bags from his arm. Once Pete left the bathroom to get dressed I dried myself off and dressed in my own cloths. It wasn't until I slid on my boxers that I realized I was hard too. I thought about jerking off but I decided not to. 

I met up with Pete in his living room and for a few seconds neither of us said anything until the phone rang. It was my mother telling us that it was time to eat. 

Even as we walked over to my house I could still tasted Pete's cum on my tongue. 

Dinner was as usual in my house. There was a constant conversation going on about what we did all day. Pete was in the best mood I had seen him since he got out of the hospital, but he didn't make eye contact with me. 

When dinner was over Pete said, "I would really like to help with the dishes but I can't with these casts on my arms." 

"Don't worry about it you can make up for it after you get them off," My mother told Pete. 

"I'll do the dishes Pete you go home and rest," I told him. 

One of us always did the dishes. I would take one night, Pete would take the next and some times we would do them together. Seeing he really couldn't do them I knew after the casts were off he would carry his load and some of mine. 

Pete stood and said, "Why don't you come over after your done and we can watch a movie. Dad got me a few before he left." 

It was the first time since the shower that he said anything to me directly. I know I was being self-conscience about what I did and I was looking to see if he thought any different of me. When I looked up to tell him I'd be there as soon as I could I saw that smile on his face that seem to tell me everything was okay. 

I quickly did the dishes then cleaned up the kitchen before telling my mother I was going over to Pete's. As usual she told me not to stay too late and to behave myself. At sixteen I didn't need her to remind me but that was the way mom was. 

I went over to Pete's house and sat on the couch along side him. With out saying a word he started the first tape. The movie wasn't that good and half way through it we lost interest in it. Pete finally said, "You know Rich we're close friends, I mean really close." 

"I know we're like brothers but closer," I told him. 

Pete stared at the TV screen for a few moments before saying, "I just want to say that what you did earlier was more than I could ever expect from a friend. I mean that was really great giving me that shower and all. Most guys would think it's too queer to do what you did. But you knew it was the only way and you did it with out worrying about anything." 

I laughed and said, "It was the only way I could get you to stop stinking up the place." 

Pete laughed to before he stopped the tape we were watching. After replacing the tape with another one he said, "I think my dad gave me the wrong tapes. I'm pretty sure he didn't want me to have this one." 

I watched the TV as the movie started. The first scene was of a man and a woman lying on a bed together kissing. The action quickly progressed till the couple was naked and the girl was sucking on the man's cock. The man's cock was quite large, bigger than Pete's or mine. 

This would be my first porn movie and I was surprised that Pete's dad would have a movie like this in his home. So I said, "I can't believe your dad rented this movie, do you think he knows what kind of tape it was?" 

Pete showed me the tape's box and said, "I think that's why he has a VCR in his bedroom. I'm sure he watches them when he's home. You know my dad's never one to go out when he's home and I think he uses these when he's horny. I think this was one he meant to put away but he wound up giving it to me. I know he has a box of them in his closet, but I would never take one." 

I knew it was the trust thing again but I had to ask, "If you wouldn't take one from the box why would you watch this one?" 

Pete chuckled and said, "I know he would be upset with me if I went into his closet and took one but he can't fault me for being curious when he handed it to me." When I realized what he was saying I laughed along with him. 

We watched the movies while two girls did each other and I could see Pete was as excited as I was about seeing it. We had heard about lesbianism but either of us had seen anything like what we were watching. I knew my cock was rock hard by what I was watching and when I quickly glance over to Pete's crotch I saw he was tenting his jeans as well. 

When the scene ended Pete stopped the tape and said, "Man that was hot. I knew some girls did each other but I never thought to could be that sexy." 

"I know what you mean," I told him. 

Pete stood and said, "I'll be right back, I need to change, these pants are too tight." I knew what he meant as my jean were also tight in the crotch seeing my cock was rock hard. But I didn't have the option to change. 

About ten minutes later Pete came back wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. He sat back down on the couch next to me and stared the movies once more. The next scene was of a different girl and another guy making out. It soon progressed into another scene where the guy was licking the girl's pussy. For some reason it wasn't as exciting as it was when the two girls did each other. 

Half way through the scene Pete asked, "Have you ever licked a girl like that."

"Once," I told him.

"Really who let you do it," Pete asked excitedly. 

"You remember Amber Johnson. We went out together last summer. One afternoon we were over her house and her parents were at work. We were making out pretty heavy when she pulled my cock out and started to blow me. It was the first time any girl ever did that and I loved her mouth on my cock. She wouldn't let me cum in her mouth and she stopped just short of letting my cum when she asked me to do her. 

"You could imagine I had no idea what to do, hell I never even seen a pussy up close until that day. All I ever done was stick my finger into one up to the point. I guess Amber realized I didn't know what to do so she pulled off her shorts and her panties then she pulled my head down between her legs and told me to lick her slit." 

Pete stopped the tape and said, "Man didn't it smell bad. Ruby Matthews wanted me to lick her pussy, but it smelt like fish. I almost puked just getting close to it."

"I heard that from a lot of guys but Amber didn't smell like that at all. At first she smelt like flowers, you know like soap. When her pussy became wet she smelt even better. When I first licked her pussy it didn't taste like anything, but after she started moaning she tasted tangy and slightly tart. I loved her taste and she told me I made orgasm with my tongue. After a while she pulled my head away and pushed me on my back so she could sit on my face while she sucked my cock. I came in her mouth that time and almost every day that summer until she moved away." 

"I remember that. I thought you were going to cry the day she left. I guess I can see why," Pete told me. I remember that day very well and I think I did cry. Pete thought for a minute and said. "After Ruby I never tried it again maybe I should try it again seeing you liked it so much. Maybe they all don't smell that bad." 

I laughed and said, "You have to remember Ruby was a scank and most times she smelt like sweat. Amber never smelt that way. Beside Ruby would let anyone fuck her. I was Amber's first." 

"And she was your first bud. You popped each other's cherry," Pete told me laughing. I laughed too, knowing he was telling the truth. 

We settled back down and Pete started the tape again. The girl that had just been licked was now blowing the guy that licked her. Again it was another large cock and the girl seemed to have no problem sucking that monster. 

Pete snorted and said, "I wish I could find a girl like that. She really seems to enjoy sucking cock. Every girl that sucked my cock acted like it was a chore." 

After Pete said that I though back on Amber again. She acted like it was a chore at first, but once I licked her pussy in return she seemed to enjoy sucking my cock a lot more. 

I was shocked out of my thoughts of Amber when Pete said, "Have you ever wanted to suck another guy's cock like she's doing?"

At first I wasn't sure if I had heard correctly but I quickly realized Pete had said what I though he had. "No, I never though of doing that," I told him. 

"I have. I don't mean I would do just anybody, but a good friend I might. I've thought about what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth and some day I would like to try it," Pete told me, though he looked like he was talking to himself. 

I realized that Pete told me something he would only tell his best friend. Someone he knew he could trust not to tell anyone else. He knew I wouldn't tell any one what he had just said. I also wondered if he wanted to suck me off. 

The thought of having Pete's lips around my cock never occurred to me, but I couldn't say it wasn't an unpleasant thought. I also knew I would have to reciprocate and I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. Then again if you had asked earlier today if I would get into a shower with him and after scrubbing him clean would I jerk him off. I would probable have said no way, but I did it and in the end it wasn't that bad. I even had his cum in my mouth and that wasn't too bad. 

When I brought my attention back to Pete he was once more watching the porn tape. By this time the girl was on her back and the guy was pounding her pussy. She was squealing and tell the guy to fuck her harder and deeper. I never heard any girl use the words she was using. 

When I looked over to Pete his cock was tenting his pajama bottoms and he was rubbing his cast on his right hand over his cock. I could see the frustration on his face from not being able to use his hand. I knew I had to do something to help him with his problem. 

At the time, I wanted to think that I didn't realize what I was doing but in all actuality I knew precisely what I was doing. With out saying a word I reached over with my right hand and laid it on top of his bulge. If Pete had expected it I don't know but he moved his hand out of the way and allowed me to squeeze his cock for him.

With in a few minutes I had his cock out of his pajamas and I was stroking it like I would have done to my own as we watched the next scene of the movie start. It was another oral sex scene and I was soon watching as a girl was giving an expert blowjob to another well-endowed man. 

While I watched the girl sucking the guy's cock I thought how easy it looked. It didn't look that hard as all she seem to do was run her lips up and down his cock kind of like I was doing with my hand. The only thing that looked hard was how she got so much of his cock in her small mouth. 

I then turned and looked at Pete's cock and I wondered how it would feel in my mouth. In my hand it felt hard and quite warm, but also it felt soft. The head seemed rather large and it seemed to shine in the light from the TV screen. 

I don't think I made a conscious decision to take his cock in my mouth, but I knew I was going to do it, if only just to try and see how it felt. Without saying a word to Pete I leaned over and took the head into my mouth. I felt Pete jumped with surprise and instantly he settled down as I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. 

With the head of my best friend's cock in my mouth I realized that it wasn't hard at all. In fact the head was rather soft almost like velvet. As my tongue swirled around the head I heard Pete moan deeply and he shifted his body so he was more relaxed. 

Now that I had his cock in my mouth I wondered what I was suppose to do with it. Sucking came to mind but how. I remember how Amber had done it and I slowly worked my lips down his cock till it seemed to fill my mouth. Once I had all I could handle I sucked in as I lifted my head. 




Don't Lie Ch. 02



Saturday Dawn and I had breakfast in bed before she road my cock though two orgasms. For some reason I was not allowed to cum. We then decide on what I was going to make for dinner before Dawn went to the store. 

While she was gone I was to clean the house and do the laundry. I never realized how much Dawn did in the house. Though I did some work around the house Dawn did most of the cleaning, but for the most part I never noticed it before. 

When Dawn came home I started on dinner. It wasn't that complicated of a meal but it did seem to take most of the afternoon. Dawn went into the den where our computer was and stayed in there most of the afternoon. Every hour or so I was called into the den and I would have to lick Dawn to orgasm or she would bend me over a chair so she could fuck me. One time she had me suck on her dildo while she took a few pictures with her digital camera. She also set up a tripod so she could take pictures while she was fucking me. This way both of us were in the picture. I wanted to ask what she was going to do with the pictures but I was afraid she would take it the wrong way and I would wind up with a paddled bottom. 

By six o'clock dinner was almost ready except for the main course which was still in the oven. Dawn told me it was time to get ready for our guest. We first went to shower together. After which Dawn had me put on dark tan stockings, with a seam running up the back of each leg. After the stockings I put on a black satin garter belt and black satin panties. A black satin corset came next but this time Dawn put breast forms in the cups. I was then told to put on my makeup while Dawn got dressed. 

At the time I was hoping Dawn had a dress or something for me to wear. Being dressed as a girl in front of my oldest friend was bad enough but wearing only girl's underwear would be almost too humiliating. 

When Dawn was dressed in a red mini-dress she came over to me and looked at my makeup. She then picked up the mascara and said. "For day wear this is good but for tonight I would like it a little heavier." Dawn started applying more mascara and more eye shadow. She also removed the pale red lip-gloss I used and applied a deeper red lip-gloss. 

When I looked at myself in the mirror I could see it was heavy, heavier than Dawn ever wore it. I was going to say something about it but the look in Dawn's eyes told me to just keep quiet. 

Dawn next went into the walk in closed and came out with a wig. It was a blond wig that was pretty close to my color hair. Before she put the wig on my head she put a nylon net over my real hair. Once the wig was on Dawn brushed it out and put a few bobby pins in it to hold it in place. 

Once my wig was on she handed me a pair of four-inch stiletto heeled open toed shoes. While I got those on she went back to the closet and came out with a very short black satin dress. She unzipped the back of the dress and held it open for me to step into it. 

It wasn't until I had the dress on and looked in the mirror that I realized what kind of dress it was. The skirt of the dress was very short. In fact it was so short when I bent over the slightest bit at the waist the back of the dress rose up and exposed my stocking tops and garters. If I bent over a little more my panties would show. The collar of the dress wrapped around my neck and it had white lace fringe. There was a small white apron on the skirt and a white bib on the chest. 

I saw this dress before but I couldn't put my finger on where I saw it. It wasn't until Dawn put on the white lace-fringed headband that I realized it was a French maid's uniform. I had mistakenly told Dawn I would love to see her run around the house in it. Well it wasn't a mistake but it definitely came back to bite me. 

Dawn saw my recognition and said, "I guess you remember this outfit. Tonight you will be the perfect maid. You will curtsey when you are told to do something and when ever you are spoken to. You will not sit at the table during dinner and you will be on hand at all times to take requests. I expect all orders to be obeyed promptly. I hope you understand what is expected of you because if you fail I will punish you like I did Thursday night." Just the thought of being paddled almost brought tears to my eyes. 

Dawn took several pictures of me in my uniform as I stood in front of her. She had me poise in different ways and even had me curtsey for her. Toward the end she had me lift my skirt till my panties came into view before she took several pictures from different angles. It wasn't until that moment that I realized I had a hard on. After telling me I like being sissified I was sent to check on dinner. I curtsied and left the room. 

I barely knew what I was doing. I could barely think straight and all I could think about was what Pete would think of me once he saw me. This had to be the most humiliating thing Dawn could do to me. I was so upset I almost started crying. I checked on dinner seeing I was told to though I really didn't care how it turned out. I also realized if it didn't turn out perfect I would be on the receiving end of the paddle once more.

At five to eight Dawn came into the kitchen and asked for a glass of wine. I just finished pouring it when the doorbell rang. I looked at Dawn who looked back at me. Neither of us made a move toward the door until Dawn said, "What are you waiting for you silly bitch. Answering the door is what maids are for." With out even thinking about it I curtsied and left to answer the door. 

I went straight for the door. I didn't dally nor took my time. When I reached out to open the door I saw my hands were visibly shaking. I tried to calm myself until I heard Dawn's heels clicking behind me. I knew she was watching so I took a breath and open the door. 

When Pete saw me I could see he was surprised but not overly so. Then he took a good look at me. As I curtsied he asked, "Rich is that you?" 

Before I could answer Dawn said from behind me, "No Rich isn't here tonight. This is my sissy boy maid Richie. Sissy boy Richie would you step a side so Peter can come in." 

I didn't realize I was blocking the doorway and I quickly stepped to the side. I could tell Pete wasn't sure what to make of situation he found himself in. Dawn on the other had things under control. 

She walked up to Pete wrapped her arm in his and said, "Please come in. Sissy boy Richie has a wonderful meal ready and I'm dying for some manly company." I'm sure Dawn knew how much that comment hurt.

Pete was still unsure of what to make of the situation so he asked. "Are you two sure you want me here. I mean this is a little weird for me." 

"Of cause you can leave if you like but this is part of Richard's punishment. If you're offended by it I sorry we won't involve you again," Dawn told him though you could see she was disappointed. 

"Its not that I'm offended but I never seen anything like this. I mean Rich is my friend and you are his wife I'm not sure how I fit in." Pete told her though he kept looking at me. 

Dawn turn to me and said, "Sissy boy Richie would you like to explain to Peter why he's here." 

I really didn't know what to say seeing Dawn and I never covered this part so I said, "Mr. Peter I lied to Miss Dawn about the intimate relationship we had when we were teenagers. This caused Miss Dawn quite a bite of humiliation once she found out about it and as punishment I must be humiliated to earn back her trust and respect." 

Pete realized what was going on and he said, "So this isn't a normal thing for you two. I mean Rich doesn't always dress like this does he?" 

"No this is his punishment. Normally he is every inch a real man as anyone I know but for the next few weeks he will pay for humiliating me and lying to me. Now please come I and eat," Dawn told him. 

Pete smiled and said, "Sure why not. This might be fun." For some reason I didn't like the way he said that. 

"Pete where's your brace and your crutches?" Dawn asked once he decided to come in. 

"I had the brace removed yesterday and all I need is this cane. I start physical therapy on Monday." Pete told her as they walked into the dinning room. 

I followed Dawn and Peter into the dinning room. Once there I was told to get a glass of wine for each of them. When I came back I found Dawn giggling and Pete was chuckling about something that was said while I was gone. 

Just after I served the salad Pete said. "Dawn tells me I should have tried to fuck you in the ass. She says you really love it when she does your, what did you call it Dawn. Oh yes your sissy pussy. Is that right, do you love it when she fucks you with a strap on dildo?" 

I wanted to find a rock to hide under but instead I curtsied politely and said. "Yes sir it's true I like it when she fucks me with her cock." Pete and Dawn laughed at this. After I brought out the main course I was told to wait in the kitchen until I was called. 

I could hear them talking to each other but they were talking softly and I couldn't make out the words. For the next thirty minutes I waited to be called back in and in the mean time all kinds of things when through my head. It was positively a nigh mare not knowing what they were talking about. When I was called back in I wish I wasn't. 

Once I cleared the dinner plates I served cake and coffee. When I was standing next to Pete Dawn said, "Go ahead see for yourself." 

Pete slid his hand up my leg and under my skirt. At first I wanted to back away but one look at Dawn and I knew I had better not. His hand passed the tops of my stockings and right up over my cock. Being manhandled was humiliating enough but when he found a hard cock in my panties I wanted to crawl away and die right then. 

Pete chuckled and said, "Your right the sissy boy is rock hard. He must really get off on being humiliated." I was then told to leave them. 

You could imagine how confused I was I mean I was being humiliated by my wife and my best friend. I was dressed in a maid's uniform, a very revealing uniform and I had a hard on that wouldn't quit. I was so confused I couldn't think straight. I didn't have time to sort it out as I was called once more back into the dinning room. 

Dawn stood and said. "Peter's leg is bothering him, will you refill our coffee cups and bring them into the living room where Peter could stretch out his leg." 

When I refilled their cup and brought them to the living room I found Peter and Dawn sitting on the sofa together, They weren't next to each other but they were within arms reach of each other. After I placed their cups on the coffee table in front of them Dawn told me to stand by the door in case I was needed. 

I had a clear view of them from where I was standing. I watched as Dawn placed her hand on Pete's shoulder and asked, "So how's the girl situation going?" 

Pete sighed and said, "Still not to good. I'll be truthful. I'm getting frustrated. I mean I'm use getting it almost every night but since this knee went out I haven't had even a one-night stand." 

Dawn stroked his arm and said, "That's two bad I know how I get every month during my period when I can't have sex. I can't imagine going a month or more with out it." 

"Yea try two months. It should be a crime," Pete told her before he said. "You know since you want to humiliate your husband why don't we get it on and make him watch?" 

At that very second I hated Pete with every once of my being. Dawn put that matter to rest quickly when she said, "I'm sorry but I'm a married woman and I would never cheat on my husband no mater how much he hurt me." 

What she said after that surprised me, "I'll tell you what I can do though. I'll have Sissy Richie give you a blowjob, as long as I can watch. It wouldn't be like she's never done it before."

Pete though for a while and said. "Why not she was pretty good a few years back and I could used the action." 

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Did my wife just offer my best friend a blowjob that I would have to give him? Did this really just happen?

I was brought out of my thought when Dawn shouted. "Sissy Richie get you sissy ass over here." 

I shook my head as if coming out of a dream and walked over to where 

Dawn was sitting. She gave me an evil smile and said. "Sissy boy Richie my friend here needs some attention. Get on your knees and take out his cock." 

I wanted to say no way I'm not doing it. But the look in Dawn's eyes told me I better not even think about refusing her. So I slowly sunk to my knees in front of my oldest friend. 

When I reached up to unzip his pants Dawn said, "Shouldn't you ask for permission first Sissy boy?" 

I had no idea why I had to ask permission since she told me to do it but I did anyway. "May I take out his cock Miss Dawn?" 

Dawn laughed at me and said, "Not me you silly pansy. You have to ask the man for permission." 

I turned my head toward Pete and said, "May I take out your cock." 

"I don't know you didn't say please now did you. Maybe you really don't want to suck my cock," Pete told me. 

I looked at Dawn and I could see she was getting mad so I said pleadingly, "Please Mister Peter may I please take out your cock." 

Pete chuckled and said, "That's more like it. Now you really sound like your begging for it. Go ahead take it out, take out a real man's cock." 

God I felt like crap at this point but I had to continue. I reached up and unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his slacks before I lowered his zipped down. I reached into opening of his boxers and pulled out his flaccid cock. I thought he would be hard by this point but he was as soft as if he had just emptied his balls. As soon as I wrapped my finger around his cock I felt it stir to life. 

I knew I had to as for permission to suck his cock after all that was why I was here wasn't it. I mean Dawn did offer him a blowjob didn't she. I turned to see what Dawn was doing when I saw a flash. It was Dawn taking another picture of me. 

Dawn smiled and said, "Ask for permission pansy."

"Please Mister Peter my I please suck you cock." I asked Pete. 

He smiled and said, "No but you can kiss it till its hard and then I'll let you suck it." 

I started kissing his cock and each time my lips made contact with Pete's cock Dawn took another picture. His cock slowly came to life though it seemed to take a long time as if he wasn't turned on by what I was doing. I tried moving my hand up and down but Pete slapped my hand away and told me to use only my lips. 

I kept kissing his cock on the head and on the sides till he was almost completely hard. Then Pete said, "Okay sissy, now use your tongue and get every inch of it wet." 

I licked and licked his cock over and over until I thought I had it wet but Pete wasn't satisfied so he told me to continue. I continue licking till I thought my mouth was as dry as a desert but I had to continue. 

Finally Pete told me he was hard enough so I took his cock head into my mouth. Pete pulled his cock out of my mouth and he slapped me with it several times across the face he even hit me in the eye. I was surprised by how much that seem to hurt. 

I didn't know why I was being treated this way until Pete yelled as he continued to slap me with his cock. "You stupid bitch never suck my cock with out permission." 

I could hear Dawn laughing off to the side as I was being cock whipped, but I couldn't look at her. To stop the abuse I begged, "Please sir please may I suck your cock." 

Pete stopped slapping me and said, "That's more like it now you can suck my cock. But only use your mouth, keep your hands behind your back." I clasped my hands behind my back and took his cock in my mouth. 

At first it wasn't too bad as I worked my lips up and down his cock. But soon the strain wore on my back and I was having a problem staying up off his legs. When I took his cock in as far as I could with out choking I started moving my mouth faster on his cock to bring him off quickly. 

Pete didn't want to cum to quickly he grabbed my head to slow me down and said, "No you cum hungry slut. I want a nice long blowjob. I want it to last so your pretty wife can see what a cock-sucking fag she married. This way maybe I can get her pretty ass into bed so she knows what a real man is like." 

At that point I wanted to bite Pete's cock off but I wasn't in any position to defend myself and I really couldn't hurt him or anyone. So I gave him a nice slow blowjob like he wanted. 

After about fifteen minutes of my sucking his cock Pete took my head in his hands and he started moving my head up and down on his cock. At first it was the same rhythm I had been using. Then be moved my head faster and faster. When he pushed down on my head his cock would hit the back of my throat till I felt my gag reflex kick in. When I thought he was close to cuming he pushed my head so hard his cock forced it way into my throat. I felt my stomach turned over to where I thought I was going to puke. Pete eased off but in the next second his cock was in my throat once more. 

For the next few minutes Pete forced head down on to his cock repeatedly till he started moaning and grunting like he was close to cuming. Just when I thought he was going to shoot his load in my mouth and finally I would be done he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I open my eyes to see what was going on and at the same instant a huge wad of cum shot out of his cock and into my right eye. Pete fisted his cock and four more loads shoot out and landed on my face and hair. 

When I thought I was through I heard Dawn say, "Now scoop the cum off your face and eat it." 

I couldn't see Dawn as my eyes were covered in cum but subconsciously I turned in her direction as I started to scoop cum from my face with my fingers before bringing them to my mouth to be clean. Once I had my eyes clear I could see Dawn had our digital movie camera and she was taking a movie of me. 

I froze in shock but Dawn said, "Don't stop now cum slut you only have half the job done." 

I wanted to cry put instead I cleaned my face as Dawn and Pete remarked about how much I loved his cum. When I was done cleaning my face I had to clean Pete cock and any of his cum that landed on his boxers. But of cause I had to ask for permission to do it. 

When I was done cleaning Pete's cock he pushed me away and zipped up his pants. Then Dawn asked, "Well all better now. Did my maid do a satisfactory job?" 

"Not bad though she need to practice her deep throating skills. I thought she was going to puke a couple of times," Pete told her. 

Dawn laughed and said, "I'll work on it. Maybe you should come back next week so you can evaluate her training." 

"I'd like that if you don't mind. I wouldn't mind getting my pipes cleaned once in a while. At least until I can find a real girl to take her place," Pete told her. 

Dawn giggled and said, "Why would I mind. After all what else is she good for?" 

Pete got dressed and left soon after. I had the kitchen to clean and the dishes needed to go into the dishwasher so Dawn walked Pete out to his car. I watched from the kitchen window as Dawn and Pete talked. I was worried that they would kiss or something. But they just seemed to talk for a few minutes until Pete through his hand in the air before getting into his truck and drove away. 

Dawn came back into the house and went into the den. It wasn't until I had the kitchen cleaned and all the pots and dishes either washed or in the dishwasher before I saw Dawn again. 

When Dawn saw I was finished in the kitchen she took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. In the bedroom I saw there was several pillows in the middle of the bed and both wrist cuffs were out. She tuned me around, unzipped my uniform, and removed my wig before she pulled me over to the bed. 




Don't Lie Ch. 02



I figured she was going to tie me down again and fuck me with her dildo. I didn't know why she needed to tie me down seeing she knew I wouldn't fight her over this. She fucked me yesterday and we didn't use the cuffs. By this time I wouldn't argue with her as she laid me down on top of the pillows with my ass in the air. She then attached the cuff to my wrists and snapped the cock harness onto my cock and balls. 

I really thought she was going to fuck me until I felt the ball gag being force into my mouth. At first I tried to resist knowing I was going to get paddled but Dawn grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard. As soon as I open my mouth to scream she shoved the ball gag into my mouth. Once the gag was in place Dawn wrapped two cuffs around my ankles and secured them to the foot of the bed. Now there was no way I could get away from her. 

Dawn left the room for a few minutes before coming back with the movie camera and the tripod. After setting it up so it focused on the bed she went into her walk in closet and came out wearing the strap on dildo. In her hand she was carrying the paddle. 


Once she reached the bed Dawn laid into my ass with a vengeance. I have no idea how many times she hit me all I know is it seem to last all night. She called me all manners of names from stupid lying cock sucking fagot to lying asshole fucking sissy. But the name she mostly called me was fucking liar. Liar seemed to be centered on most of the names. 

When she was done she got on the bed and pushed her dildo into my ass. This time she didn't prepare me in advance and from the pain I felt when my ass was ripped open I could tell she didn't use much if any lubricant. This combined with the paddling had me screaming at the top of my lungs, but of cause it only came out as a muffled cry. I tried to pull away but every time I did, Dawn would smack my ass with her hand until I lay quietly and let her ravage me. 

Once she had several orgasms from fucking me Dawn cast the dildo aside and unlocked my ankles. With my arms still shackled she told me to turn over. Then she mounted my cock and road me for several more orgasms. This was not pleasurable at all for me as my ass burned each time Dawn bounce on top of me. 

When she unhooked the cock harness I didn't think I would cum but in a few seconds I was pumping a load of cum into her pussy. It was a very unsatisfying orgasm as I didn't enjoy it at all and due to the pain I was in I received little pleasure from it. It was almost like my body came just to get it over with. 

Dawn unhooked the ball gag before she moved up to sit on my face. Once my mouth was free I asked. "What did I do to deserve this? What did I do wrong?" 

Dawn snarled at me and said. "You lied to me that's all this is about, you fucking lied to me." Before I could say anything else Dawn sat firmly on my face covering my mouth with her pussy and said. "Go ahead you lying asshole drink your cum from my pussy. Drink every drop of it you lying bitch." 

Once I had her pussy cleaned Dawn unhooked my hands and literally kicked me off the bed telling to go get cleaned up. When I came out of the bathroom I was put into another corset panties and a nightie. I was then told the floor was now my bed where I slept with nothing more than a blanket and a pillow. 

On Sunday Dawn's sisters came over but they weren't near as bad as Pete's visit was. Except for laughing at me and calling me sissy boy they mostly ignored me. That was the last time either of them came over for the next two months. But the next six weeks were hell anyway. Dawn continue to make me wear female underclothes and each night she would fuck me in the ass before mounting me. 

For the most part the sex was pretty good except when she would beat me with the paddle. This usually happen after Pete stopped by for his twice-weekly blowjob and dinner. After he left Dawn would beat me for an hour or so before she would rape me.

I learned to hate Pete's visits as both Dawn and he would heap the ridicule on me most of the night. Besides that he would always try to get Dawn into bed with him, but thankful Dawn refused him each time. After his third visit Pete started giving me a five-dollar bill each time he left. When Dawn asked him what it was for he told her he should pay his whore for her service. Dawn took the five dollars bill and gave me one dollar back before telling me the rest was her pimping fee. It was actually humiliating when I realized my blowjobs were worth only a dollar. 

The only time I got any relief from Dawn's fucking my ass was when she had her period. But I was not immune from her humiliation. I had to wear a tampon in my ass all the time while she was menstruating. And every time she had to change her tampon she would call me and tell me so I could change mine. It's pretty uncomfortable trying to push a tampon in your rear while you sit on the commode at work. 

The humiliation I received was bad and I really hated it. And the visits from Pete were even worse. But the thing I hated the most was the beatings. I knew some people get off on being abused but all I ever felt was pain. There was never any pleasure associated with the paddling I received only pure pain and I hated every second of it. 

You are probably wondering why I put up with it for the whole six weeks. All I can tell you is I love Dawn too much to stop. Even after all this I still love her as much as I did when we were married. I also hoped that in the end she would forgive me and we can go back to life like it was before. Well not exactly like it was before but I hope the beating and the humiliation will stop. 

Two days before our sixth wedding anniversary we left for our vacation. We had made reservations at a nudist colony in central Florida. We had been there a few times and we both enjoyed it immensely. The atmosphere is very relaxed and sociable. Unlike some places we've been to we didn't feel like we were on display. Even thought both Dawn and I look good in the nude we don't like the stares. 

After we checked in and made our way to our rooms Dawn started taking off her clothes. Dawn loved to be nude and any time she could do it she would shuck her clothes in a heartbeat. 

I for one was glad that we came here, as I didn't have to wear any female clothes for the week or for the rest of my life if I didn't want to. I hoped that this vacation was a new start for Dawn and I. 

As soon as we got our luggage in the room Dawn and I left for the pool to soak up the sun. As we sat on the pool deck I noticed a young women around my age sitting a few feet away. Normally I wouldn't have noticed her but she kept looking at Dawn and I. 


When she realized that I notice she was staring at us the girl came over and said, "I'm sorry I was staring, but I can get it out of my head that I know you two. Your faces look very familiar but I can seem to remember your names."

Dawn looked over her sunglasses and said. "I don't believe we've met before. My name is Dawn and this is my husband Rich." 

Dawn and the girl shook hands before the girl sat on the edge of Dawn's recliner and said, "My name's Pauline and my husband's Frank. He's gone on a fishing trip right now. I still don't remember your names but I'm sure I've seen you before. Where are you from?" 

Dawn and Pauline talked about where we were from and where we vacationed before, but in the end they could not find anywhere we might have run in to each other before. Dawn and Pauline talked for close to two hours while we soaked up the sun. In the end they made a date for dinner in the club restaurant for eight that evening. 

The restaurant and the bar were the only two places in the colony where you had to wear clothes. Something about it being a heath hazard for people to eat nude. Dawn wore very tight shorts and a crop top tee shirt. I wore a pair of Bermuda shorts and a short sleeve button down camp shirt. Under my clothes I had to wear panties and a camisole which Dawn told me would be my last time I had to wear it 

Actually Dawn had eased off on me considerably over the last week. Pete wasn't there for his twice a week blowjobs and Dawn's paddle stayed in the closet. Even the corsets I was made to wear disappeared from my wardrobe. 

We met Paula and Frank at the entrance to the restaurant. He was tall about six three or four, slightly overweight with a small paunch that stuck out over his belt. What was left of his hair was blond with streaks of white. Pauline was the most attractive of the two, as she was about the same height as Dawn was and much the same weight though I saw earlier that her breasts sagged slightly where Dawn's did not. But still she was very pretty with her rich tan and her smooth skin. 

As soon as we got close to them Pauline introduced us to her husband who smiled broadly at Dawn and I. He and I shook hands and even though his grip was strong he didn't seem to need to crush my hand in his. He barely took Dawn's hand in his as they shook hands. 

The clubs restaurant was nicely done and the food was pretty good thought I wouldn't say it was excellent. Frank told us about his fishing trip and he invited me to go along when he went in three days. I didn't commit to anything as I told him I would think about it. 

We had a good time together and the conversation was engaging so we left the restaurant and continued in the bar. That was where Dawn and I learned that Pauline and Frank were not only into nudity but also into sex clubs. They told us about several clubs that catered to the sexually adventurous. They gave us a run down on each club and where it was. 

Dawn and I had never been to a sex club and as far as I knew Dawn wasn't interested in anything like that. Though knowing her past I could see where she was intrigued about them. 

It was well into the evening when Frank said. "I finally have it. I know where I've seen you two before." 

Before he could say anything more Pauline said. "Maybe its time we call it a night."

As Frank stood with his wife he said. "Great site you two have. Paula and I look at it every day." Before I could ask what site he was talking about Pauline pulled her husband out of the bar.

Once they were gone I asked Dawn. "Do you know what that was all about?" 

Dawn thought for a minute and said. "Yes I know and I guess its time I showed you. After all the six weeks will be up tomorrow." 

After we signed for our bar bill we went back to our room. Dawn turned on her laptop and punched up a web site but before she let me see it she said. "Now I want you to remember how mad I was at you when I learned you lied to me. Once you see this we'll talk about it tomorrow." 

Dawn moved away from the computer and I sat down and believe me I was glad I did. The first page of the web site was a warning page. It told the viewer that there were images of graphic sex and violence and all minors were told to go elsewhere. 

When I hit the enter button the first page was all text where the writer told of her betrayal at the hand of her husband and this site would depict her revenge. It went on to tell of what her husband did and why it was such a betrayal. 

It didn't take long to figure out that Dawn was the author of the site and I was the betrayer. I knew Dawn had been hurt by the lie but I didn't know she had been hurt this much. She went on to tell just how she felt. 

After I read the first page at the bottom was a list of dates that were icon's to different pages. Each date was a summery of the day's events. Some days there were very little written and other days there was quite a bite. The days that had less written about were days were we worked and the days with the most were days that Pete came over or days where I was beaten.

On the days where I was beaten I could tell that Dawn wrote her feeling before she beat me. They were of her feelings of betrayal and her hate for me at the moment. Once I had been beaten she would write how she was sorry she did it and she wondered if I ever would love her again. 

On days when Pete would come over she wrote of her excitement about seeing her husband sucking another man's cock and how she loved watching him when he did it. She wrote about how they humiliated me and how she and Pete hated doing it, but I needed to learn my lesson. 

I also noticed that each day there were images and when I clicked on the image's icon I was shown the pictures that Dawn took of me. Under each image Dawn wrote her feeling about it and invited the viewer to leave their thoughts. Almost every image had hundreds of messages about how hot the image was or how lucky I was. There were a few that told of their disgust over the image but there weren't many of those. 

There were movies too, movies of me sucking on Pete's cock and how he would cum on my face. There were movies of my beatings and how Dawn fucked me after each one. You could see by my facial expressions I was in severe pain and Dawn wrote about how her heart ached when she saw the movie. 

I could tell how in the last week Dawn worried about how I would respond to her after my punishment period was over. She worried that I was only staying with her so the divorce was amicable and she wouldn't disgrace me. She feared she had taking it too far and now that the time as almost up she would lose me. She wrote on how she had forced me out of our wedding bed. Not because she didn't want me in bed with her but because it hurt too much not being able to love me the way she wanted. 

It took me well over three hours to read everything that was written and by the end I felt sorry for Dawn. I could see how much she loved me, and how much I had hurt her. I realized that it wasn't the lie that she was so mad about, it was my lack of trust. She thought I didn't trust her with the truth and I feared she didn't love me enough to understand. 

In this she was probable right. I didn't think she would understand and I thought she would leave me if she'd known the truth. So in away I started this the day she confessed her wanton past to me and I didn't live up to my end of the bargain. She loved and trusted me enough to tell me the truth. I should have done the same. 

When I was done reading and I was done thinking this all over I fell asleep in one of the chairs just as the sun was coming up. Dawn was already asleep on the bed. She had been that way for hours. I wanted to go to her and tell her I still loved her but I let her sleep as there was always tomorrow. 

When I awoke I saw that Dawn was gone and at first I thought she had left me. When I realized what little clothes she had brought were still here I breathe a sigh of relief.

I walked out on to the balcony and looked out over the pool area. I saw Dawn sitting in all her naked glory by the pool. Frank and Pauline were sitting with her and they were talking. 

I thought I should go to her but then I remembered that Frank and Pauline saw the web site and they both knew what had happen to me. At first I didn't want to go out there I didn't want to be ridiculed again. But then it occurred to me that Pauline knew last night before we had dinner and she didn't act any different than she did earlier in the day. 

After a quick shower I went out toward the pool area. I found Dawn where I had seen her earlier with Frank and Pauline. They were sitting with her and they greeted me warmly when I took the chair next to Dawn. 

I could tell Dawn was leery of my presents and maybe a little fearful even though she took my hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. I gave her hand a squeeze back as if to say everything was okay. I saw a smile come to her face and her countenance relaxed. 

Dawn and I stayed in the sun till three in the afternoon. By that time it was too hot and even though we were fairly tan all over we still needed to protect ourselves. Dawn and I went back to our room to cool off and to get something to eat. 

As soon as we were inside the room Dawn called room service and then sat on the sofa before asking, "Well are you mad at me?" 

I wasn't sure what the situation was in regards to my punishment so I took the seat across from her and said, "No I'm not mad. What do I have to be mad about? I was the one that wronged you. I didn't trust you enough to tell you about Pete. You trusted me enough to tell me everything and I couldn't tell you about Pete and I."

Dawn smiled and said, "You realized why I was so mad at you. It wasn't the lie though that was inexcusable. It was the lack of trust. Even if you told me about Pete the day before I found out I wouldn't have been near as mad. I probably wouldn't have done to you what I did. I'm sorry I was so harsh on you I guess I got carried away." 

I wanted to go to her and take her in my arms but I held my place and said, "Am I forgiven. I swear I'll never mistrust you again and I will never ever lie to you again." 

Dawn came over sat on my lap and said, "Of cause you're forgiven. If you read my web page all the way through you would have known I forgave you weeks ago." 

"I know you did but I wanted to hear it from your own lips. Speaking of the web page what made you decide to do that," I asked as I pulled her suntan oil covered body close to mine. 

Dawn kissed my lips and said, "You know how I like reading those stories on the Internet. I always wanted to write one but I never felt we had the life style that was worth writing about. Now don't get me wrong I love our life together and I wouldn't trade it for anything but it's not exciting enough to write about. When this started I thought I had something and I started writing about it. After a few days I realized the story would be too long, and with all the pictures I had and the movies I just knew I had to do a web page. It turned out to be such a hit that I've had offers to add ads to the site and get paid for it. I've had over nine billion hits in one day. You could imagine what an ego booster that was." 

I could tell Dawn was excited from just talking about it by the way her nipples had hardened. Dawn saw where I was looking and she smiled and kissed me. The kiss was filled with passion and soon I was as aroused as she was. 

Before we got to carried away with our passion Dawn pulled her lips from mine and asked. "Do you trust me enough to tell me what you found in the last six weeks that you enjoy and what you didn't?" 

I pulled her closer and said. "From now I'll always trust you. To answer your question I didn't like the beatings. I didn't get any pleasure from them and I hated every minute." 

"Good." Dawn told me. "I hated doing that to you as well. What about my strap on, did you enjoy that?" 

"Not after you beat me that was too painful, but when you did me other times and you used the lubricant I enjoyed it a lot." I told her. 

Dawn kissed my cheek and said. "You weren't suppose to enjoy it after your beatings. I thought you were enjoying it too much so I had to do something to make realize I was mad." 

"Were you mad because it reminded you of how I betrayed you with Pete. I noticed you only beat me after I sucked his cock." I asked. 

Dawn laughed and said. "No silly. I was so turned on watching you suck another man's cock I could have cum. I was mad because I couldn't share that excitement with you. I wanted to make love to you every time Pete came over but that would have defeated the humiliation we put you through." 

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I can't see me doing that again at least not with Pete. If I never saw him again it would be too soon." I told her. 

"Oh Honey please don't be that way. Peter was a big help through all of this." Dawn told me. I asked her what she meant but before she could answer me there was a knock at the door. 

I figured it was room service and Dawn told me she would get it. When she got up off my lap she put on a satin mid thigh length robe and went to answer the door. I thought it was odd she put on a robe seeing she never answered the door in anything but her birthday suit when we were at a nudist colony. 




Don't Lie Ch. 02



It wasn't till she opened the door that I saw why she did. In the doorway was my oldest friend, Pete. As soon as I saw him I could feel my blood run cold and it was at that moment I hated him completely. 

I got off the sofa and said. "Get out. Get out now I don't want to see you ever again." 

Dawn stepped between us and said. "Richard don't say that." To Pete she said. "Peter come in and we'll talk." 

As Pete came into the room he said. "I don't know he's pretty pissed and everyone out here is naked. I think I like it better out here." 

Dawn took Pete's arm and pulled him into the room as she said. "That's because we're at a nudist colony silly. If you stay out there you have to take off your clothes too." 

Once Pete was in the room Dawn said. "Now I want you both to act like men. I want one of two things. Either Richard puts on some clothes and you go down to the bar to talk or Pete takes his off and you go to the pool. But either way I want you to get together and talk this out. Richard you listen to what Peter tells you and you will see he did this to save our marriage. Now decide where you're going." 

I was madder than hell at this point but I knew I couldn't get around Dawn so I said. "I'll put on some clothes and we can go to the bar." 

Pete waited by the door while I went to put on some clothes. I wasn't too happy about this but I was doing it for Dawn. Dawn came over to me and said. "Your cotton underwear is in the lower draw if you want them. I still prefer you where the panties but you don't have too." 

Since Pete couldn't see me I put on the panties to make Dawn happy. Once I was dressed she said. "Please honey don't jump to conclusions. Peter was a good friend and he only did what I asked him to do. Now I want you two to stay in the bar till six o'clock, by then I should have everything ready." I asked what was she talking about but she said I would see and pushed me into the living room. 

Pete and I walked down to the bar and ordered a draft beer. We sat in a corner far enough away from the bar so the bartender or the waitress that was sitting at the bar with a bored expression on her face didn't hear us. 

Through a plate glass window you could see out on to the pool area where there were quite a few nudist siting around the pool. Pete saw this as well and said. "So what are nudist are not allowed in the bar?" 

I realized that Pete was never at nudist colony before and had no idea what the rules were. For some reason this made me feel superior to him so I said. "The bar and the restaurant are under the same license. According to Florida heath codes no one is allowed in a restaurant nude. It's a stupid rule but one the hotel has to live by." 

"Well I don't see how you guys keep from getting a hard on all the time. I mean some of the women I saw are really hot." Pete told me with a laugh. 

I could see he was trying to lighten the mood so I said, "When Dawn and I first started coming to these kind of places I had a problem with it. Actually its pretty embarrassing when it happens because everyone knows what you are thinking." 

Pete laughed about that then said, "Maybe we should get this out on the table like Dawn wants." 

"Yea maybe we should. Maybe you can explain why you kept trying to get my wife in bed with you and maybe you can tell me why you treated me the way you did," I told him and I'm sure he could hear the sarcasm in my voice. 

Pete held up his hands and said, "Look I didn't do this to you. I was just helping out. The day after Dawn found out that we did something together when we were younger she was at my house wanting to know what we did. I tried to tell her to go ask you but she told me as far as she was concerned you were dead to her. She told me she wanted a divorce and she was going to take you for everything you had." 

Pete took a big drink of his beer before continuing, "I figure you guys had a good relationship and I didn't want to see it come to an end so I told her what we did together. As god is my witness she was madder about it after I told her than when she came over. I tried to calm her down and told her it wasn't that big of a deal, she told it wasn't and that made it worse. When she left the house that day I thought I would never see her again. 

Peter finished off his beer and ordered another one and when it came he continued, "She showed back up on Wednesday and told me she loved you deeply and she wanted you back. But you needed to be taught a lesson so you never lie to her again. She said she needed my help to teach you that lesson. When she told me what she wanted to do I thought she was crazy. I mean I never heard of any one doing what she wanted to do. She told me if I didn't help she had no one else she could ask and since we were already acquainted sexually I was the only one she could use. I'll tell you I didn't like it but it was the only way I could see to save your marriage, or at the very least try to save it. I really didn't think you would go with it and I was shocked you did. You must really love her." 

"I do really. I probably would have done anything she want just to keep her," I told him sincerely. 

"Believe it or not I get the feeling that love is mutual. I know she cried on the phone to me two or three times a week during all this. I tried to get her to stop but she told me she made herself a promise and she was going to see it through." Pete told me. 

I studied the untouched beer glass in front of me and with out looking up I asked, "So who's idea was it to humiliate me the way you did?" 

Pete looked down at he table and said, "She told me to humiliate you and for the most part she lead me in the right direction but I added a lot to it. I'm sorry but once I got into it I couldn't stop." 

"So how far would you have taken it. If she told you to fuck me would you." I asked now looking him in the eye. 

Again Pete couldn't look at me. Without lifting his eyes from the table he said, "You wouldn't be the first guy I fucked." 

I was shocked when he said this. "You mean you're gay?" 

Pete smiled at the table and said, "No not gay, more like bisexual. I like girls all right but I like boys to, especially if they're smaller than I am. Not the real fruity types. I like guys that swing both ways." 

"Really I wouldn't have ever guessed that about you," I told him as I finally took a drink of my beer.

Pete laughed and said, "Well Dawn spotted it in a second. How she knew I don't know. 

We talked for another hour before he asked if we were still friends. "I hope so I'd hate to think I sucked off someone who wasn't my friend. Well its six I guess we should be getting back to see what Dawn has cook up now," I told him as I got up from the table. 

Pete laughed and said, "She is full of surprises isn't she?" 

"She makes my life worth living," I told as I signed for the bar bill.

When I tried my key in the door lock the knob turned but the door wouldn't open. It took me a second to realize that the deadbolt had been thrown. When I knocked I heard Dawn say she'd be a second. But what surprised me was she spoke with a French accent. 

When she open the door I was surprised again. In front of me was a beautiful French maid. Dawn was wearing black strap sandals with a five in stiletto heel. Dark see though stockings with a seam running up the back of each leg. The uniform she was wearing was extremely short and low cut. Her breast seemed to bulge out of the top of her uniform as if they were ready to pop. Her skirt was so short that I could see the tops of her stocking as she stood in front of me. 

Dawn curtsied before us and said. "Please sirs your dinner is ready. Please follow me." Dawn turned and walked into the living room. 

As she walked I watch as each step she took would make her skirt bounce up in the back revealing her perfect ass framed by the garters she was wearing. At first I thought she wasn't wearing any panties but later I learned she was wearing a thong panty.

Before I moved into the room Pete slapped me on the shoulder and said, "I think this is my cue to leave. Good luck buddy but I doubt you'll need it." 

Hearing this Dawn spun around and said with a pout, "Please Monsieur you must eat, please your dinner is ready." 

I chuckled and said, "I guess you better stay." 

Dawn directed us into the room where she had a table set up with candles that were already lit. She held our seat as she told us where to sit before she poured us both a glass of wine. 

As Dawn turned to the serving table she bent over at the waist to retrieve something from a lower shelf. What it was I had no idea. I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful ass that was framed by her garters. I'm sure Pete looked too though I couldn't say as I didn't look his way. 

When Dawn had straighten, Pete cleared his throat and asked, "Is there any more like her at home?" 

I laughed and said, "She has two sister but when they made Dawn they broke the mold." 

As Dawn smiled at me Pete said, "It's a dam shame." 

Dawn placed a large bowl of boiled shrimp on the table and with her well manicured fingers she picked up one of the large shrimp and brought it too my mouth while saying. "I picked these myself for you monsieur. They are very succulent no." They were good but the way her fingers slid into my mouth was even better. She then fed a shrimp to Pete in the same way. I think he was as shocked as I was when she slid her fingers into his mouth as well. 

Once Dawn had fed us all the shrimp in the same manner she turned back to the severing cart and after bending over once more came up with two plates. Each one had a steak and a baked potato on it. She placed one in front of me and one in front of Pete. 

She then picked up a plate of butter and asked if I would like butter on our potato. Once I said yes she picked up a pat of butter and placed it on my potato then a second and a third. She gave three to Pete before licking her fingers clean. Sour cream came next and after spooning it on to each potato she licked the spoon clean as well. But the way she did it reminded me of when she licks my cock. I don't know about Pete but I had a raging hard on by this point. Dessert was a cream filled tort that Dawn fed to each of us with her fingers. She licked her finger clean after we each had our tastes.

When the meal was over Pete excused himself to use the bathroom. I couldn't help noticing his hard on as he walked past me. Once he was out of the room I pulled Dawn onto my lap. I figured after what Dawn had just done I was out of the doghouse and I could start asserting myself again. 

When Dawn sat on my lap she instantly felt my hard on and said. "Monsieur what do you have in your pants. Is that a present for me, a treat perhaps? 

As I caressed her sides I could tell that she was wearing a heavy boned corset. And I knew she had worn it for me as she had the French maids uniform. I felt special that she had done this, I wanted to do something special for her, but where the idea came from I have no clue. In fact it never occurred to me until it came out of my mouth. "You can have two treats if you like." 

Dawn looked at me in puzzlement then she realized what I was saying. "Are you saying what I think you are saying?" 

I kissed her lovely neck and said. "Yes my love I giving you permission to have a second man in your bed tonight." 

Dawn stood turned and straddled my legs before sitting back down. When she did her pussy came down right on top of my cock and instantly felt her heat. Her beautiful breasts were pressing into my chest and she pulled my head up till I was looking her right in the eye. She then said. "You don't have to do this. I'm happy with you and we have a wonderful sex life together. I don't need another man so don't say this because you feel you have too." 

"I'm not saying it because I feel I have to I want you to have this. I want to you to receive pleasure from both of us," I told her. 

Dawn kissed me and asked, "What about tomorrow? You're not going to hate me tomorrow if I get too wild tonight are you?" 

"Dawn I could never hate you. Not now not every. Tomorrow I will love you as much as I do now," I told her. We kissed after that and it was a very passion filled kiss. 

We were still kissing when Pete came out of the bathroom. Once he saw us in our lover's embrace he said, "I guess that's my cue to leave. I'll see myself out." 

Dawn pulled her lips from mine and gave me a wink before saying, "No monsieur we must finish. We must make an end." Dawn stood went over to Pete and pushed him back into his seat. She knelt in front of him before saying, "Monsieur it is time for my treat you must pay for your wonderful meal. Please sir may I remove your pants?" 

I swear Pete swallowed so hard I thought he swallowed his tongue. He flashed a look at me and then to Dawn who was staring up at him from her kneeling position. When he looked back at me he asked, "What do I tell her?" 

I laughed and said, "Well if it was me I'd say yes." 

"Are you sure," He asked me. When I nodded he said to Dawn, "I guess so." 

Dawn reached up and unbuckled his pants then had him lift up so she could remove his pants and boxers. She then removed his shoes, socks and his pants. Once he was naked from the waist down Dawn knelt up and asked, "Please monsieur may I touch your cock?" The way she said cock with the French accent had me nearly creaming my panties. 

Once she had permission Dawn took his cock in hand. I'm sure his cock was already hard and from what I could tell she slowly jerked his cock off. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing as the table was in the way. I gave the table a push and seeing it had wheels it moved out of the way. 

Now I had a clear view as Dawn slowly moved her hand up and down his cock and she even rubbed the head on the exposed part of her breasts. Seeing this made me feel extremely jealous, not because Dawn was with another man, but because I wanted her to do that to me. 

When Pete's cock started to drool pre-cum onto Dawn's breasts she looked up at him and said, "Please monsieur may I take my treat now. May I suck you cock now." Pete looked at me and I nodded. I almost told him he was a fool for not saying yes right off but I held my tongue. 

Once Dawn had his permission I watched as she took him in her mouth. Seeing Pete was larger in girth than I was I thought Dawn would have a problem with his size. She proved me wrong, as she took his mushroomed head with out strain. As her lips moved down his shaft she looked back over at me just to see if I was watching. How could I not? 

I watched as her lips moved down his cock about five inches. I was pretty sure at that point he was in her about as far as he could go, with out sliding in to her throat. I also know from personal experience that Dawn could deep throat with out gagging. At least she could do me with out gagging. But Pete was wider and longer and I had doubts that she could take all of him. 

For the first few minutes Dawn didn't even try but when Pete was moaning almost constantly I watched as her lips slid down a few more inches. I knew she had at least two inches in her throat and there were at least two more inches out side her mouth. Pete groaned deeply when her lips stopped. I could see by his hand movements that he wanted to push her head down all the way but he held back and let her continue. 

On the next downward slid Dawn took all of his cock into his mouth. Pete groaned again but this time it was deeper than the last and I was sure he was close to blowing his load. I think Dawn thought so as well because after that her lips picked up speed and started sliding up and down his cock. 

I could tell Pete was close when his legs started to shake and in the next second he told Dawn he was going to cum. I knew it was so she could pull off if she wanted but Dawn had no intention of pulling off. She lips picked up speed though she didn't go down near as deep. When Pete groaned again, I knew he was releasing his cum load into Dawn's mouth. I watched as Dawn kept her lips at the top of his cock while her hand pumped his load into her mouth. 

When Pete was done cuming Dawn got to her feet. Pete tried to take her in to his arms but Dawn pulled away and came over to me. She sat back on my lap and brought her lips in for me to kiss. I never hesitated as I started to kiss Dawn. When her lips touched mine I felt her lips open and my tongue slid inside. I noticed immediately that Dawn had not swallowed Pete's load but it was there in her mouth. 

I felt Dawn push a little of his cum into my mouth. This was something new for us, as Dawn would always swallow before she kissed me. But by this time having cum in my mouth was not uncommon so with out the slightest hesitation I swallowed what was in my mouth. Dawn seeing I was okay with this let the rest of his load drain into my mouth. I then pushed some into her mouth and before either of us knew it we were snowballing. Well at least that's what Dawn called it when we talked about it the next day. 

After our kiss Dawn said, "Now monsieur you will give me a treat oui." 

"Yes of cause," I told her as she stood before going to her knees. 

After asking for permission Dawn removed my sandals and my shorts. When my panties came into view she said. "Oh monsieur what beautiful panties you are wearing. Monsieur is a well-dressed gentleman oui? May I use my mouth on your panties' monsieur? They are so pretty I must kiss them." 

Once I told her she could Dawn's mouth went to town on me. She kissed and licked my panties and at the same time she kissed my cock and balls. She even tried to suck my cock though the panties. 

I had to concentrate on not cuming, as I was so close by this point. I also knew Dawn would want me to last long enough till she got my cock in her mouth. Normally this would not have been a problem as I could go a long time with out cuming when Dawn sucked my cock. 

In fact she would ask me not to prolong my orgasm if she wanted to swallow my load in short order. But today I was too excited after what Dawn had done when she served us our dinner. On top of that I was also excited from watching her blow Pete. 

When Dawn was done with my panties she asked if she could remove them. I of cause told her she could. After taking off my panties Dawn massaged my cock and then asked if she could suck it. Just before she took it into her mouth she said, "Please monsieur don't make me wait for it." 

I knew this meant she wanted a load and quickly. As her lips sealed around the head of my cock I could have gone off at that second but I held off. I wanted her to suck me for a little while. I wanted to feel her sensuous lips around my cock for as long as I could. 

Normally I could go long enough till Dawn gives up because her mouth gets tired. But on nights where she asks me not to, like tonight, I normally hold out for about five minutes or so before I let her have it. But tonight it didn't take me near as long.

With in a few minutes I could feel myself start to rise to orgasm. This is where I would clamp down on certain muscles to forestall the pending rush of thick sperm. But that trick didn't work and all the other ones I knew didn't work either. In less than five minutes I groaned deeply as I touched the side of Dawns head. This was our sign that told Dawn I was going to cum any second. 

Dawn looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes and nodded her head. At the same time I felt her finger at my anal opening. The second I started cuming Dawn pierced my asshole with her finger. This was something Dawn never did before and it was something I hoped she would do often as it felt so fucking good. Instantly I started flooding her mouth with thick gooey cum and Dawn took every drop. 




Don't Look



Thanks to Angel Love for editing. To Wetapap, Jill, Randi, and especially Pam for the encouragement.

*

"Hey Johnny, how's it going?" the man at the door asked, with a friendly smile that seemed out of place, considering his imposing appearance.

"Well, let's see," I replied, closing the distance between us and grabbing him in a bear hug. I lifted until I saw stars, but was barely able to get his feet off the ground. "Damn Curt, either I'm getting old, or you put on weight."

With a sheepish grin he replied, "What do you expect? You've tried my wife's cooking. I'm lucky I can still fit through the door." 

I laughed, glad to see him in such good spirits. It was only a few months ago that he was injured when a fight in the bar spilled out to the street. While trying to break up the melee, a thug pulled a knife and caught him under the ribs. He had been in the hospital for a week, then at home for another ten days before being able to return to work on restricted duty. I stopped by to see him several times, along with virtually everyone who worked or played at the club on a regular basis. 

Curt was very popular, for good reason. He would always offer to help if you were loading gear into the club, he personally escorted every waitress to her car at the end of the night and, unlike many of the bouncers in town, worried about the people like me who worked at the club occasionally. He would always find a way to help you get work when he knew you needed it. There were a lot of sound engineers competing for gigs in the city, so it could be hard to make ends meet. Once Curt got to know you, he'd go to the mat to make sure the bands and agents knew who you were. 

Some people tried to network with fancy advertising or by constantly making phone calls. I knew the best way to stay busy was to make friends with the people in the trenches and do a good job. Word of mouth had made me a fairly good living. That's why when there was a last minute cancellation for this gig, I received a panicked phone call from Mike, the manager of the club. The headlining band had told him they wouldn't work with anyone but me (and I knew that probably came from Curt whispering in someone's ear). 

"So should I be thanking anyone in particular for tonight?" I asked with a smile. 

He shrugged, trying to appear innocent. The truth was written all over his face. Curt liked to help, but only behind the scenes. It embarrassed him to take credit for his good deeds. I shook his hand and walked inside, not wanting to make him feel awkward. It didn't matter, we had an understanding. I knew that he was aware of how grateful I was.

The club was already loud, despite the small crowd. I made my way to the back as I slipped in ear plugs, not wanting to get a headache early, then have to sit through three hours of live bands. On the other side of the stage area was the DJ's booth, which was next to the load-in door. I said hi to Sherrie, the cute redhead who worked on Saturday night and stepped out the door. 

The back of the club was about fifteen feet above the alley, with a catwalk leading to a second door with access to the freight elevator that serviced the whole building. I spent the next half-hour moving my gear up to the stage, then started working at breakneck speed to get set up in time. Even though I got called at the last minute, I knew from experience that the only thing people would remember is if the band started on time.

Everything went smoothly and we hit the sound check for the opening band a few minutes late, but finished within the designated time. I glanced at my watch and saw it was ten minutes until show time, so I went to the bar to grab a drink. 

"Hey Connie, can I get a pitcher?" I asked the bartender. 

She was beautiful and had an amazing body, like all the women Mike hired. He knew how to make an impression on the male customers by hiring attractive women who were friendly and smart as well. I knew to ask for a pitcher because Connie would soon be deluged with guys trying to talk to her and it would be tough to get a drink quickly.

While I was waiting, I turned to my left and saw a woman just outside the door talking to Curt. She had long blonde hair that was obscuring her face. What I noticed most, however, were her legs. She was wearing a pink miniskirt that showed off an incredible pair of long, tanned, toned legs. They disappeared under the skirt where I saw a beautifully curved ass that looked like something out of my dreams. It took Connie three tries to get my attention to hand me my beer. 

I stumbled toward the stage, looking over my shoulder to catch another glimpse of her, wondering what she looked like. She stayed in the doorway, just out of my sight, so I finally gave up and sat behind the mixer, ready to start the show.

The singer gave me the thumbs up, so I brought up the system and the opening band started. I hadn't worked with them before, but their set list indicated they were playing all cover songs that were easy to dance to. This club got a lot of different acts, but I knew these types of bands really got the crowd going. Sure enough, about two minutes into the first song, several young women came out on the dance floor. 

Two songs later, the dance floor was packed. I had the band dialed in, so my eyes wandered to the people dancing. It was a predictable group, mostly women in their early twenties, a few of them able to drag their boyfriends onto the floor. 

I noticed one guy dancing like he knew what he was doing. He looked comfortable and confident, moving with gracefulness that most men lack. When he turned, I realized that he was dancing with the woman I saw earlier. What I saw took my breath away.

She was absolutely stunning, with a beautiful thin face, high cheekbones and full lips. Her blue eyes were so bright, they seemed to shine. The white top she was wearing was sleeveless and buttoned down the front, showing just the perfect amount of cleavage to be sexy. As she danced, her long hair flew around her, giving her a wild appearance that made me feel a deep longing, as strong as any I could remember.

I watched in awe as she moved like sex itself. She grinded against her partner, allowing his hands to access her body at will. Soon, a space had cleared for them as others enjoyed the wild display. When the song ended, the band began talking to the crowd about their web site and upcoming gigs, giving the dancers a chance to run back for another drink. 

The woman disappeared in the crowd and I shook my head as I turned back to make sure everything was all right on the stage. 'How can anyone be that sexy?' I wondered. 

It's not that I didn't date, but I hadn't been with anyone who looked remotely like her since I stopped playing in bands, years before. Being in clubs always gave me mixed feelings; being so close to so much beauty and passion, but still not a part of it. I did sometimes flirt with women in the crowd, but since my job revolved around making the band sound good and keeping everything running, there was rarely time. It would look really bad if there was a problem and the sound guy was gone, trying to pick up a girl. Because of the potential problems, I usually resolved to stay in my corner and watch life happening around me.

The band launched into another song, drawing my attention back to the stage. Within seconds, the dancers started returning to the floor. About halfway through the song, something I saw out of the corner of my eye drew my attention. My little hottie was back on the floor with a different guy. This dance was exactly like the last one except the guy was doing very little dancing and mostly groping.

'Son of a bitch,' I swore to myself. 'That wasn't her boyfriend?' I watched her dance and looked over her new partner. He was a decent looking guy, but nothing like the first one. It was a little puzzling. I would have said she's just nice, but the dancing was well past that line. 

My thoughts about her motives evaporated as I watched her short skirt twirl, giving me tantalizing glimpses of her black panties. It fueled the desire that was already growing inside me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. 

When the song ended, she went back to the bar, only to come out with a different guy during the next song. Over the next half hour, she danced with at least five different men. They seemed to have nothing in common, other than being happy over her attentions. 

I watched as another song ended and she passed close by me, flashing a quick smile. Time seemed to slow as I took in every detail. The way the perspiration was making her top cling to her body, her breasts clearly outlined through the thin material. The scent of her perfume, the sexy way her hips swayed as she walked, her body language screaming that she was looking for something or someone.

The band launched into its last few songs and she headed back out towards me again, this time with the first man she had danced with. I could feel my heart beating harder and faster as I watched her glide with him. Their movements were so erotic it was like watching people make love. My mouth went dry as he dipped her, giving me a perfect view of her breasts down her top. 

They danced for one more song, then she finished the last song of the set with a new partner. This one was the most puzzling of all. He was very plain, not well dressed and wasn't very smooth on the dance floor. She picked up on his tentativeness and moved her body against his, swaying her hips while dancing in one spot. This let him basically stand in place, but still move with her and look like he was competent. If I hadn't been watching closely, I probably wouldn't have noticed.

When the song ended, I went up to the stage and pulled all the mics so the bands could change over. The headlining band already had their gear set up and checked, so I had about a half-hour of downtime while Sherrie worked the crowd. I walked toward the back door to put my mics away. 

As I finished and closed the case, I looked up in time to see a flash of pink. My mystery woman stepped by me and said something to Sherrie. After they laughed for a second, she stepped away from the booth and quickly looked in both directions, then pushed on the back door, stepping out into the night. Before it shut, the breeze from the motion of the door caused her skirt to blow up giving me a perfect view of her ass cheeks, barely covered by the lacy panties. 

I knew no one was supposed to be out there, but after thinking about it for a moment, I decided it wasn't my job to tell her so. Just as I was getting ready to walk back to the bar, the image of the her dancing popped into my head. Something about the way she was behaving just didn't add up. 

I've seen plenty of women just out for a good time. Often the really beautiful ones are trying to hook up with a good-looking guy or someone with some money to splash around. There are also ones who look for a good guy who'll treat them right. She didn't seem to fit into any of those categories I had grown accustomed to seeing. 

An idea started forming in my head. I took a second look at the door, thinking about how amazing her legs and ass looked as she walked outside. The more I tried to tell myself I was crazy, the more I felt myself being drawn toward the door. I felt hot and was having trouble thinking about anything except how sexy she was and how she had been acting. There was a pounding in my head, drowning out the cautious voice I usually listened to. 

I reached forward and pushed the door open, then stepped outside quickly, before I lost my nerve. It shut behind me, causing me to jump at the sound. 

She was standing just in front of me, facing the alley, leaning against the railing. I could see all of her legs except for the last few inches hidden by the short skirt. Her legs were crossed and hips arched out in an exaggerated pose. I thought she was the most fuckable woman I had ever seen.

In the wild days of my youth, I did a lot of stupid things and was lucky to have gotten through it without a disease, a stalker, or a kid. I wasn't interested in quickies or one-night stands any longer. 

Looking at the incredible sight before me, all that changed. All I wanted was the chance to be inside her, experiencing the amazing passion and heat that seemed to emanate from her.

Without thinking, I stepped forward and softly touched her shoulders, letting my thumbs rotate against the muscles in her neck. 

"Mmm," she moaned, making no effort to turn around. 

I realized she probably thought I was one of her dance partners, following her outside for some privacy. Her shoulders slumped and I felt her relax against the railing. Encouraged by her reaction, I massaged a little deeper, moving forward until my hips were touching hers.

"So do you like that?" I said in a throaty whisper. 

"Oh yeah," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the noise from inside the club. 

"You were putting on quite a show in there," I said softly, not knowing if she would realize my voice was one she didn't recognize. I continued my massage, beginning to work my fingers forward to the front of her shoulders before sliding my hands back to again use my thumbs on the back of her neck. 

"Yeah, fuck him and his opinion," she slurred, sounding a little drunk. "Prim and proper my ass," she said angrily. 

I smiled to myself as her words confirmed my suspicions. Instead of replying, I just increased the pressure on her shoulders, drawing a deep moan from her that I felt more than I heard. 

I leaned against her harder and moved my hands to the sides of her head, massaging her temples. Within seconds I could feel her hips moving slightly, brushing against me. I didn't know if it was intentional or not, but she was definitely turned on and now I believed I knew why.

Moving my lips closer to her ear, I pressed my body against her completely. "You want to show him, don't you," I said, not stopping the motion of my fingers against her skin.

She moaned again and I moved my hands back to her shoulders, but continued to lean against her, careful to keep the contact light. I felt her body reacting to my touch. There was a slight shaking and her movement against me became more pronounced. The pressure was causing me to become erect, but I resisted the urge to grind back against her. 

I leaned back a little to give myself some room and moved my hands lower down her back. She made no move to stop me as my hands reached down to the midpoint of her back, then moved toward her sides. My fingers reached around her ribs and brushed the edges of her breasts through the top. I felt her stiffen and knew that this was the moment that would decide how far this would go.

I ground my erection against her as softly as I could manage. She started to stand and I let her, taking the opportunity to slide my hands the rest of the way around her chest, cupping her breasts with my hands and rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. 

"No," she moaned, making no effort to stop my touches. 

"Shh, I thought you wanted to show him," I answered, hoping to tap into her anger. 

She was quiet for a moment while I continued my touches, slowing them to a soft tease. 

When she didn't respond, I said, "I don't think you want to show him at all. I think you want to prove something to yourself." With that, I deftly unsnapped the button keeping her breasts bound in the shirt and slid my hand inside. I pinched the nipple softly and kissed her behind her ear, just at the top of her neck. 

She sighed and her body shuddered, but then she started to pull away. "I can't," she whined.

"You can and I think you want to," I said, squeezing her breast more firmly and grinding my hips against her, no longer trying to hide my intention or my arousal. "You're afraid he's right, that you can't let yourself go. That's what the show on the dance floor was all about. Trying to prove who you really are." 

"Please stop," she said, so softly that I barely could distinguish the words. 

"I will if that's what you want," I said teasingly, "but we both know you came here for something else." 

While massaging her breast, I used my other hand to undo the remaining buttons until her shirt hung free. I took the opportunity to take both breasts in my hands, roughly rubbing the nipples and bringing louder moans of pleasure from her. 

I knew she was too far gone to turn back. She was grinding against me much harder and made no effort to cover herself. I kissed the back of her neck, letting my tongue glide back and forth, searching for the areas that she reacted to the most. My hands slid across her skin and pulled her shirt back until it slid off the back of her shoulders and I pulled it down her arms.

"We can't," she protested, trying to turn as her arms came up reflexively, preventing the shirt from falling off.

"Don't turn around," I told her. "You want this . . . you need this to prove you're not the mousy little girl everyone says you are. This is your chance to do something you'll never forget. No names, no faces, just me fucking you out here where anyone could see you." 

I felt a shiver run through her body as she looked down at the alley, realizing how exposed she was. There was a light overhead and anyone driving or walking past could clearly see us. I used her moment of surprise to return my hands to her breasts as I pulled her firmly against me. Tilting my head forward, I took her earlobe between my lips and began nibbling and running my tongue across it and the top of her neck.

She relaxed her body against me. "Put your hands on the rail," I said in a soft but firm voice. 

Her body stiffened for a moment, then she leaned forward slightly and put both hands against the metal rail. I moved my right hand down her skin, relishing the feel of her skin until I reached her navel, teasing it with a finger and drawing another shiver from her.

I slid my hand lower, pressing against her stomach to get past the waistband of her skirt. I pushed under her panties, feeling the soft pubic hair with my fingers before moving the last few inches and reaching the top of her pussy. My middle finger slid across the top of her labia, then pushed in slightly. She was already so wet, it easily slid in. I slid the finger back up, drawing it across her clit.

"Now tell me," I whispered into her ear. 

"What?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"Tell me what you want." I rubbed my finger back and forth across her clit several times, then pushed it between her outer lips, letting it sink deeper inside her. "Tell me."

"I want you."

"That's not enough," I scolded. "Tell me what you want."

She made a high-pitched whining noise as her body shuddered again. "I want you to fuck me," she answered.

"Where?"

"Right here," she said louder. "I want you to fuck me right here where anyone could see us." Her hips moved back and forth, trying to force my fingers to touch her where she needed. 

"Why would you want something like that?" I asked, stopping my touches for a moment. "Unless you're a slut." 

She groaned in frustration, leaning back to try to force me to touch her. 

"Are you?" I asked, more firmly. 

"Yes," she said loudly. "I want you to fuck me right now, please," she begged.

I smiled, knowing this night was going to be amazing for both of us. "I want you to make yourself cum first," I whispered.

"No, I can't," she protested. 

My finger pushed back inside her pussy, as deeply as I could reach. I gently took her left hand and guided it across her breast, forcing her to squeeze. I let go, letting my hand slide up her arm, softly grazing her skin and could feel her muscles clench as she continued to knead her breast on her own. 

Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against the back of hers, reveling in the sensations of being so close to such an astonishing creature. I was thrusting my finger inside her, then pulling it back, letting it drag across her clit, then repeating the motion. It was incredibly difficult not to take her right then, but I knew it would be so much better for us both if I was just patient a little longer.




Don't Look



The pain was gone. He couldn't believe it. It was such a relief not to feel that mind numbing awful agony any longer. Maybe the doctors were all wrong because something seemed to have made him feel better. Christian opened his eyes, smiling, excited to tell Sean that it was going to be a good day. He knew Sean would be sitting by his side. He hadn't left it in weeks. Not since they had brought him to the hospital the day when he had found out that the latest round of treatments weren't working.

Sean was sitting by his bed, like he always did, but he was crying. Bitter heaving sobs that confused Christian.

"Baby, it's fine. I feel good today." He said the words, but Sean didn't seem to hear. He tried to reach up and wipe away Sean's tears, but he couldn't move his arm. What was happening to him? 

"Sean?" He spoke again, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Sean had his head in his hands and he was leaned over Christian's pillow with his shoulders shaking violently. He looked like his entire world was crashing around him. Christian longed to comfort him, but he didn't know what was wrong. The tears were interrupted by Sean's hoarse whisper. 

"I'll never forget you, Chris. I'll never stop loving you. I don't know how I'm going to live without you."

I'll never forget you? Live without you? What the hell was going on? The room was getting fuzzy, almost blinding in its whiteness. He reached out to Sean again, this time able to move. Instead of soft skin, his hand felt nothing but air. The bright light in the room got stronger, pulling on him like he was attached with a rope. Oh god, was he...? 

"No!" He shouted, even though no one could hear. Sean needed him! They needed each other. He couldn't die. But he couldn't stop the pulling either. He was moving further and further away from the sterile little room where he had spent so much time, further from Sean. Then he was outside, drifting up like a forgotten balloon. The ground was moving quickly away. He could tell that this was supposed to be peaceful; a kind of goodbye, but all he felt was panic. He needed to get back. Now.

He needed to go back to Sean.

*******

Sean shuffled his grocery bags and trudged up the icy stairs to the apartment he and Christian had moved into senior year of college. Right before Christian got sick. It hurt to look at the walls that were covered with pictures they had put up together. It hurt even more to lie in their big soft bed all alone remembering Christian's gentle touch and warm skin. He hated being there, but for some reason couldn't stand to let it go. He guessed it was because the apartment was the last place he had seen Christian really alive. 

The freezing windy Monday was ten times worse than most days. Christian would have been twenty-five that day. It was the third birthday that Sean had celebrated alone. Christian died, after months in and out of the hospital, on a cold November morning three weeks before he would have turned twenty-three.

*****

Sean and Christian met in ninth grade, on the first day of school. He had just moved into town and he'd felt so awkward and geeky walking into the big crowded place where nobody knew him. His first class of the day had been honors English. The teacher was passing out books and he was slouching in his desk, doing his best not to get noticed. Then this gorgeous blonde god of a boy had plopped himself next to him and stuck out his hand. Sean looked around, sure that he had to mean someone else, but the boy had just smiled and grabbed his hand, shaking it. Sean had nearly fallen out of his seat from pure shock.

"I'm Christian. Nobody calls me Chris," He'd announced with a warm smile. Sean laughed...and called him Chris from that very first day. 

Turned out Christian was one of those unfairly lucky people who seemed to glide through life with this gold aura surrounding them. He had a million friends, was totally popular, and so incredibly nice and unaffected by his popularity. Sean couldn't believe someone like Christian would even give him the time of day. But he had. 

Starting that very first morning, when they realized they had most of their classes together, Christian barely even paid attention to anyone else. Sean had no idea why Christian kept talking to him, sitting next to him in class, scooting closer to him at lunch, when everybody else seemed to want a piece of him. It made no sense but he didn't want to question such an amazing gift. Years later Sean finally asked him about it and he said he'd taken one look at the adorable little new thing sitting in class, looking so shy and sweet, and had fallen hopelessly in love. It didn't even occur to him that Sean might not want him back. Of course he did. That was just how things worked for Christian. 

They kept their relationship quiet in high school but spent every free second together. Sean went to all of Christian's soccer games, Christian never missed a cello recital or an orchestra concert. Christian gave Sean his first real kiss; they lost their virginity to each other on a rainy afternoon the summer after senior year. 

When they got to college, it became official. The day they moved into their dorm room freshman year, Christian took Sean's hand and told him he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving him. Sean couldn't have agreed more. With tears springing up in his eyes, he told Christian he would never love anybody else. They laughed and hugged and kissed each other hard. As soon as they saved enough money, they bought each other matching rings and had their own little ceremony over a blueberry scented candle on the floor of their dorm room. Together, they had planned careers, houses they would buy. They figured they would adopt a few children when they were older and live happily ever after. Sean fell asleep every night cocooned in Christian's warm arms and woke up most days unable to believe how lucky he was. 

Senior year of college Sean and Christian moved into their first real grown up apartment, a few miles from campus in a nice little complex with a garden in the middle. They decorated with framed photographs and bright colored paintings, bought a big four-poster bed and the softest sheets imaginable, filled the place with pieces of them that made it a home. Things were great. More than great. Sean felt like his life was all set up. He had Christian, which was basically all he needed, his future was stretching out in front of him, and everything was perfect. He decided later that it must be the way of the world to never let anything so perfect last very long.

It started around Thanksgiving that year with a stomachache and a tiredness that Christian just couldn't seem to shake. He barely touched the beautiful thanksgiving dinner his mother made, which given his life long love affair with food was almost unheard of. He figured he had a cold or something because nothing looked good. The temperature had dropped pretty quickly that year, they all reasoned.

When they'd gotten back to campus, Christian seemed to be getting better for a while, but then the bruising started. He would wake up with strange purple marks on his legs and arms. Sean was getting really scared, but Christian insisted it was just a bad diet or lack of iron. When it got to the point that he had huge bruises all over his body, and he could barely make it up the apartment stairs, Sean finally insisted he go to the doctor. He could see the concern in the doctor's face when they discussed the symptoms. 

Round after round of tests proved the doctor's worst fears to be right. Leukemia. Advanced and aggressive. Sean was terrified. How could his big strong boyfriend have cancer? He seemed so invincible. The doctors were convinced that with his youth and relative strength he had a fighting chance of beating the disease. The day he died, Sean wanted to kill them all for letting him hope. It was so unfair. He'd managed to find the one person he wanted to love forever and he was gone.

****

Sean pulled his groceries from the bag lethargically. He didn't really care what he ate anymore. He'd gotten much thinner in the past two years, but couldn't really bring himself to worry about it. He realized that someday he'd have to go on with his life. He knew he couldn't just stay like this forever but everything seemed so pointless without Christian. Honestly, if he knew for sure that he believed in heaven and seeing people again on the other side, he would have ended it already. Been with Christian wherever it was that people who loved each other ended up forever. Some days he felt like ending it anyway. Oblivion would be better than this constant grief.

The last thing he pulled from the grocery bag was a box containing a single red velvet cupcake, big with fluffy cream cheese frosting. Christian's favorite. Every year since he had turned fifteen, Christian and Sean would share a cupcake exactly like this one, giggling and kissing the cream cheese frosting off each other's lips while Sean wished him a happy birthday. Every year Christian had said the same thing. 'Of course it's happy, baby. I'm with you.' 

Now, all alone in the apartment covered with their pictures, filled with things they had collected together, Sean lit the single candle on his cupcake. He couldn't help crying, even though he felt kind of stupid still being so sad after all this time.

"Happy birthday, Chris. I'll always love you," He whispered before he blew the candle out with a long sigh. 

Sometimes he felt a presence, like Christian must be watching. Today he felt nothing but a dark sadness that seemed to be consuming him little by little every single day that he had to get up and survive alone. He usually ate the cupcake, in memory rather than actual desire for food. This time he couldn't. The thought of swallowing made him want to throw up. He went to toss the cupcake in the trash, but couldn't bring himself to do that either. So he just left it sitting on the counter sad and alone, candle blown out and dead. Just like him.

****

"I can't stand it anymore, you have to let me help him!" Christian shouted. It wasn't a new argument. They'd had it many times before.

"I should have never agreed to let you watch him in the first place. You aren't supposed to guard over someone you knew on earth. The reason for that rule has become excruciatingly clear to me." The dry and somewhat sarcastic voice of the elder made Christian want to scream.

"I'm afraid for him. He's so skinny, and I haven't seen him smile in months. You told me he'd get better with time! Where's the improvement?" Christian thought of the day before. He'd watched Sean blow out the candle on a cupcake and wish him happy birthday. It had broken his heart to hear Sean say he loved him and not to be able to go to him, to tell him that he still watched over him every day. That he would love and protect him for the rest of his life like he'd always promised.

"He can't see you! You know that. The rules are unbendable."

"So, he can't see me? Is that all? What if I go to him, but never let him see me?"

"Christian," the tired voice started. The same argument over and over had gotten annoying about a year and a half ago. "Yes, that's the actual letter of the law, but you know you can't go back. Why do you keep fighting this? You don't belong there anymore. You belong here."

"I belong with Sean and he needs me. Please. See what you can do." Gabriel shook his head. No, it wasn't the Gabriel. Not too surprisingly it was a common name up there. Christian had refused to change his. 

"I'll ask, but don't expect any miracles." Christian would have cried if he were still able. When he spoke his voice was quiet and resigned.

"Can't you see a miracle is exactly what he needs?" He returned his gaze to Sean, so sad and alone. His heart ached and he knew that, permission or not, he wasn't going to be able to wait much longer before he tried to help him.



Christian's miracle came only a few days later. He was watching an early winter snow fall on the sleepy little apartment complex where he had spent his days happily planning a life with the man he loved. He had considered a thousand times breaking all the rules that were so set in stone, or cloud, or whatever they had up there to write on. He had to go back to earth, to try and do something to end Sean's pain. What would be his punishment? Could it possibly be any worse than sitting motionless, watching Sean self-destruct and unable to stop it? Christian sighed tiredly. He couldn't stand much more of this. It was then he realized someone was coming. He felt Gabriel's presence long before he could see him.

"Hey, Gabe," He said in a quiet voice, knowing the elder could hear him. The angel winced.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that, Chris?" Christian got the point. No one was allowed to call him Chris but Sean.

"Sorry. So you have any news, or are you just here to bother me." He got a tentative smile.

"I have news. I want you to know I don't like this at all and I think that the possibility for disaster is endless, but they have agreed to your request." Christian looked shocked for a second then he jumped up and pumped his fist in the air. The gesture was so silly, so non-angelic, that Gabriel had to laugh.

"Wait before you go running, er, flying off. There are rules." Christian looked impatient.

"I'm listening," he said, looking like he was doing anything but.

"He can't see you. That's rule number one. Don't break it. They are letting you go help him, but a human can't see an angel. Ever. If he sees your face, you will have to return here, and you won't be allowed to look over him any longer."

"Can I touch him?" Gabriel colored slightly.

"Yes, and he will be able to hear you but you'll sound different than you used to. Obviously you can only go to him at night, and you are under no circumstances to tell him what or who you really are."

"Then he'll think I'm some crazy person sneaking into his apartment!"

"And if you told him you were his guardian angel, he would think you were completely sane?" Christian laughed quietly, imagining Sean's reaction to that one. "Listen, you'll just have to convince him some other way. You know we have options. Just don't let him see you. Rules are rules for a reason. You're already getting to break about a hundred of them. I wouldn't complain."

"So he can't see me, and I obviously can't tell him I'm an angel, and I can't even tell him I'm Christian. What if he guesses?"

"Then no rules have been broken."

"This is stupid." Gabriel raised his eyebrows at 

him. "Not that stupid!" Christian amended. He was getting what he had wanted for so long. It wasn't exactly the way he wanted things to be, but he'd take it.

*****

Sean was laying in bed trying to force sleep on himself. It was so hard sleeping in this bed. Still. He would've thought after two years he'd be used to the coldness of sleeping alone, but he wasn't. He had almost caved a few times, bringing home someone he barely knew just to feel the warmth of another person, but he hadn't been able to. He had never even kissed anyone other than Christian. Not a real kiss, anyway. It would feel like cheating. Sean grumbled and rolled over onto Christian's still cold side of the bed. He turned to face the doorway and nearly screamed.

There was a shadowy man, tall and broad shouldered, standing in the usually empty doorway. Sean reached for Christian's baseball bat, which he had started leaving by the bedside a few months earlier when there had been a neighborhood prowler. He would have swung at stranger but for a quietly worded request.

"Wait." The man held out his hand, palm up. It was a peaceful gesture. What the hell? Sean was confused. There was a robber in his house asking him not get violent?

"I don't have anything valuable," he told the man, his voice shaking. He was irritated with himself for sounding so scared. The figure chuckled. There was something so familiar about that low laugh but Sean couldn't place it.

"I'm not a robber," He said still laughing.

"Are you some kind of weird psycho? Kill me, then. I don't care." I'd almost welcome it, he thought. Sean felt a blinding flash of pain coming from his doorway.

"I'm not here to hurt you. I only want to help." His voice sounded shaky too, like the stranger was trying not to cry. "Here. Touch my hand. You'll know then." Despite himself, Sean couldn't help trusting the mysterious figure in the doorway. He reached out and brushed his hand against the offered fingers. 

The feelings that rushed through him at that simple touch were indescribable. Peace, love, a deep sadness, the need to fix that sadness. He felt it all at once, so strong it would have knocked him over had he been standing.

"Who are you?" This time he spoke in awe, not in fear.

"I can't tell you. All I can say is I'm here to help. You've been so sad. I just want you to be happy again." Sean's head dropped forward. He wished that were possible.

"I can't be happy. The man I was going to spend my whole life with is dead. Gone. I'm barely surviving without him." The figure trembled at his words.

"Will you at least let me try?" He reached out and brushed his fingers along Sean's bare shoulder. At his touch that sense of peace returned, along with hope and...desire? He jerked back. This was insane! He must have finally lost it completely. The mysterious stranger reached forward again, returning the contact. 

Maybe it was the touch of a warm hand, or the unbelievable feelings rushing through him, but Sean nodded. He didn't know what he was doing, but for the first time in two long years, he felt like he could take a full breath without bursting into tears. Maybe it felt so good he didn't care if he was crazy.

"What should I call you?" Sean asked. The man had sat down next to him on the bed. He was running his fingers through Sean's hair softly, like you would if you were putting a child to sleep. Sean knew he should be terrified, calling the police, checking himself into the closest loony bin. All he felt was...happy. He didn't understand, but it was such a relief he couldn't let it go.

"I don't know. I hadn't thought of a name." The man's answer was kind of strange, but somehow made sense. "What do you think would fit?" He answered without thinking.

"It's hard. You don't even seem like a person. More like an angel or something." He heard a low chuckle. The vibration shook the hand that was resting in his hair.

"You can't call me that," the chuckling voice said. "How bout, hmmm, Max?" 

"Max?" Sean smiled a little and nodded. "In a weird way, it fits." 

Then the newly named Max crawled under the covers and pulled Sean close, cuddling him up to his perfectly muscled chest. Sean couldn't believe how good it felt. Almost like being with Christian again. Not wrong at all. He felt a little guilty about liking it so much, but figured he was due a little peace. Sean breathed in, and smelled the fresh wet scent of rain clouds and spring mornings, unusual but pleasant. Then he surprised himself by yawning, feeling his eyes grow heavy and tired. They should be tired he guessed. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in nearly two years.

"Go to sleep, Sean," Max whispered, pulling him closer and tucking the covers around his shoulders. He meant to ask how the man knew his name but he didn't have the energy to say the words. Instead he just closed his eyes and fell asleep. 

****

He woke the next morning, more awake and rested than he had been in a long time. He couldn't believe how easily he'd slept through the night. No nightmares about beeping lights and hospitals, just the easy darkness that he used to take for granted. He reached over to thank Max, or whatever his real name was, but found an empty pillow. Well, not quite empty. In the place of Max's comforting arms was a note, and sitting on the bedside table a blueberry muffin and a steaming peppermint latte. Sean smiled and opened the note.




Don't Look



Sean-

I'll be back tonight. Have a good day! I hope you like blueberry. 

-Max

Sean had been hoping for a glimpse of his mysterious angel. It was how he'd already started to think of him. He knew it was nuts. He didn't believe in angels. He couldn't believe. If angels existed, how could they have let Christian die? He did feel better though; even now that Max was gone. The muffin and the coffee actually looked good. He couldn't remember the last time food seemed interesting.

He ate most of the muffin and drank the coffee appreciatively. It had been his favorite before. Then, with a little hidden smile, he got dressed and headed for work. He didn't really like his job, but it paid well and he'd been using most of his salary to help 

Christian's parents pay the part of the hospital bills that insurance didn't cover. They protested, but he kept sending the money anyway. They'd treated him like their son too. His own mother was sweet but flaky. She'd always been more like a friend than anything else. It seemed fair to help out the only parents he'd ever really known. 

Sitting on the bus to work, he caught himself smiling again. It was strange how a smile kind of hovered on his face. He thought of how Christian had always told him that his smile was beautiful, how it lit up his face. Sean was a little surprised. Even the memory of Christian didn't make him as sad as usual today. 

*********

Christian couldn't hold back his grin. He was happier than he'd been in a long time. Since before the specter of his disease had ruined every waking moment. He didn't like not being able to tell Sean who he was but he hoped that if he left enough hints Sean would figure it out soon enough. It had felt so amazingly good to hold him again. Like coming home from war or something. He'd almost shuddered at the feel of Sean's slender body curled up next to his, but he held it in. He was afraid of scaring Sean away and he needed more than anything to make him happy.

He hummed to himself as he waited through the interminable day for darkness to fall so he could go back to earth. He planned to buy a box of Sean's favorite candy for the next morning, soft caramels with a creamy center. He'd always loved watching Sean eat them. The orgasmic look he always got on his face would have been funny if it wasn't sexy as hell. Christian felt kind of dumb, going into the stores with a hood over his face like the evil emperor or something, but the rule applied for everyone. No one could see him, not just Sean. Oh well, he thought. Let them stare. It was worth it to watch the small smile dawn on his favorite face. He hoped soon that the smile would be bigger.

When it was finally dark enough, Christian nearly bolted, so excited to see Sean that nothing else mattered. He had to remember caution when he finally reached Sean's apartment. The bedroom light was still on. Sean must be waiting up. He tapped on the door.

"Sean, it's me, Max." The name felt funny in his mouth, but he knew it was necessary.

"Come in!" He sounded happy, excited.

"You have to turn the light off first. I can't show you myself."

"Why?" Sean was obviously taken aback.

"Let's just say it's a rule. I can't help you anymore if you see me." 

Christian could almost feel the wave skepticism through the wood of the bedroom door. He needed to touch Sean again, make him feel how sincere he was.

"Sean, please? Turn the light off." Sean must have decided to trust him yet again because soon the room fell into darkness.

"You can come in now," was his hesitant answer. Christian grinned and opened the door, bounding into Sean's room- their room actually- like a puppy.

"Thank you for trusting me. I know I must sound crazy. I just couldn't stand it anymore, watching you hurt day after day." He reached out and brushed Sean across the cheek, his fingers lingering. 

Sean shuddered visibly at the pleasure of his touch and leaned his face into Christian's hand. He'd always done that, like a cat being stroked. Sometimes, Christian almost expected him to start purring. He wanted so desperately to push Sean into the bed and cover him with his body, to kiss him and love him until he cried with pleasure instead of pain. But he knew he had a role to play, so he sat gently next to Sean and kept his touches light. 

"How was work today?" He asked. Sean sputtered for a second, laughing.

"You're asking me about work?" It must have been strange for such an odd creature to ask a mundane question like that.

"Yeah, I guess. Well, how was it?"

"Better, actually. Thanks for the coffee by the way."

"Of course." Sean sat quietly for a minute, thinking. 

"So let me get this straight. You can't tell me who you are, or let me see you."

"Yeah, that's about it."

"But if I guessed, could you tell me I was right?"

"Yeah, that's not actually doing anything wrong." Sean thought quietly again.

"So you know when I said you seemed kind of like an angel?" He cringed, obviously thinking he sounded like a nut job. Christian tried to send encouraging thoughts through his touch. "Well, are you?" Sean almost whispered the question.

"Close enough," Christian answered, afraid to say too much.

"And your name isn't Max, obviously, but you can't tell me what it is even if I've already guessed what you are?"

"Yep. Kinda stupid, but I have to follow the rules." Sean chuckled lightly, the closest thing to a sincere laugh that Christian had heard in two long years. 

"So, not Max, what do you do all day?"

"Honestly? I watch you. That's kind of my job description." He could feel the surprise resonate through Sean's body. He liked that new addition to the familiarity of their closeness. Being able to feel Sean's feelings. Christian suppressed a naughty chuckle at the thought of the possibilities. He could feel Sean's feelings. He could make Sean feel his. Hmmm....

"Have you always?" Wait, what were they talking about? Oh yeah, him watching Sean.

"Um, no." He tried to think of a quick explanation. "You didn't, uh, need me...before."

"And now I do?"

"Yeah. I've been with you since Christian left."

Sean was quiet for a long time after that. They had shifted in the bed so Christian was holding him like he had the night before. He slowly sifted his fingers through Sean's dark shiny hair. He's always loved the rich chocolaty color. Sean's quiet voice, breaking the warm silence, surprised him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can." He kept petting Sean's head, his neck, everywhere he could touch. It was addictive.

"Do you know what happened to Christian?" Christian froze. Oh, lord. How was he going to answer that?

"Christian is happy now. He's in a good place." All true. It sounded like the usual trite crap, but he was happy and in the best place possible. He was pleased with himself.

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"I Promise." He brushed Sean's forehead, so he could feel the sincerity.

"That's a neat trick," Sean whispered, smiling. 

"What?"

"The way you're showing me your feelings with your touch." Christian smiled in the dark.

"One of the tools of the trade. How else would you know I wasn't a psychopath?"

"True," Sean agreed. He shifted, wiggling closer into Christian's arms. "Max?" It took Christian a second to remember that Max was him.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for being here."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

***********

It had been weeks since the last time Sean slept alone. Every day he seemed to feel better, almost like he was the person he'd been before. He couldn't quite let go of the guilt he felt for being happy. It wasn't like he was really moving on he tried to rationalize. Max wasn't his boyfriend or anything. He was just there to help. Eventually he'd probably have to go help someone else. The thing was, whenever Sean thought of Max leaving, he'd get that same black hole panicky feeling that he always got when he thought of years stretching out in front of him without Christian. He wondered if he would ever really be okay.

Every day he woke to little gifts, notes, things that would hold him over until he could feel the peacefulness of Max's touch again. He felt kind of like a junkie. Like he needed Max to stay happy and he was barely surviving between each fix. He thought of the note he'd woken up to that morning, along with a coffee and a new paperback from one of his favorite mystery writers.

Morning Sean!

Can't wait to hold you again tonight. Here's a book to read when you're bored on the bus. I think you'll love this author. I did. See you later!

-Max

It was the first time that Max had ever mentioned the fact that he used to be human-and not too long ago at that judging by the author he liked. Sean wondered what kind of person Max had been. They never really talked about him very much. In fact, he usually steered any conversations they had away from what he was thinking. Sean wondered about that. Was that another rule? Was Max not allowed to say who he'd been when he was alive? Probably. 

All those rules. The not looking one was driving Sean nuts. He'd felt Max's warm muscular chest behind him night after night, heard his honey soft voice, reveled in the pleasant chills that rushed all over his body every time Max touched him. Honestly, he tried not to think about it, but his angel kind of turned him on. If only he could see what he looked like. Sean shook his head. Not going to break that rule. He didn't want Max to have to leave.

He was riding home from work, new book in his hands, but he was thinking more than anything. He had felt so uncomfortable the few times he'd tried to meet a guy, and here he was looking forward to spending another night in bed with a man he'd never even seen. True, they hadn't actually done anything other than sleep and talk, but he was so comfortable with him. Even though he was an angel or "close enough" to one, Sean wouldn't have predicted him feeling so familiar so quickly. Comforting, yes but not comfortable. Like they'd been around each other for years. Plus there were all the little gifts, coffee the way he liked, his favorite candy, a book he'd meant to buy weeks before. They were the kind of things that could only come from someone who really knew him. Max must have paid attention...unless?

Sean didn't even want to think it. It was deranged. Impossible. Just because he seemed to know so much about him, didn't mean he'd known him before. Did it? Sean had felt love coming from Max's touch lots of times when he was holding him. He'd assumed it was some sort of celestial love, or whatever it is they feel. What if it wasn't? What if Max had known him before? What if the love was real? It would be the fantasy he'd never even dared to have. Could Max actually be Christian back in his arms? And if he guessed, then they weren't breaking any rules, so there was no harm in asking! Sean started to grin, but his grin faded as quickly as it had come. What if Max wasn't Christian? He wouldn't want to hurt him by hoping he was someone else. 

Sean thought about his dilemma. He laughed to himself at the idea of trying to explain his problem to anyone. 'See, I have this guardian angel that sleeps with me at night, but I'm trying to decide if he's really my dead boyfriend...' It sounded certifiable. It probably was. But what if it wasn't?

***********

It was New Year's Eve. Midnight was an hour or two away but Sean was in bed, wrapped up in his angel's warm arms exactly where he wanted to be. He smiled and cuddled himself even closer into the strong embrace he had grown to love. 

He'd become more and more convinced every day that the angel was Christian but never sure enough to ask straight out. He finally had a plan but he had to catch him off guard. He had to wait until he was sleepy enough to respond from instinct rather than thought. Sean waited, biding his time until he could feel muscles relaxing and breathing become regular and deep. Finally, he could tell his angel was mostly asleep. It was time.

"Happy New Year," Sean whispered. The way he always had. Happy New Year, happy birthday, happy valentines day...the answer was always the same.

"Of course it's happy, baby. I'm with you." It was a sleepy whispered response, straight from the habit of years and exactly what Sean had hoped to hear. It worked! Heart pounding harder than he'd ever believed possible, he bolted up in bed, ready to laugh and cry at the same time.

"Oh my god, Chris. It is you!" Sean threw himself at the muscular chest and wrapped his arms around it. Christian laughed, realizing what Sean had done.

"I've been waiting for you to figure it out. It took you long enough." Christian ruffled Sean's hair. The twinge of guilt Sean had been feeling the past few weeks dissolved instantly. The only feeling left was one of complete rightness. It really was him! The wounds of the past two years that had been slowly healing suddenly disappeared. He dropped little kisses all over Christian's face. The tears and laughter that had been threatening came all at once. They held each other for a long time, shaking with emotion. 

"How did you do this?" He finally whispered. Christian smiled and brushed a hand along Sean's cheek.

"I can't give you all the details, but you know how I am when I want something. I needed to come back to you." Sean laughed. Christian always got his way eventually. 

"It must have killed you all those days when I didn't realize who you were. I think it was always in the back of my mind..." He trailed off, feeling dumb. 

"It did! I was to the point of going insane. I mean you got the first part so quickly."

"I guess I hoped, and I did feel it, but I couldn't believe it was true and I didn't want to hurt your feelings if you weren't Christian." They both kind of laughed at that. Christian swept a tender thumb along Sean's jaw. He trembled at the sweetness of the touch. "How long can you stay?" Sean was in awe of how lucky he was. He had his love back. They may not be able to have a regular day-to-day life, but he was back. It didn't matter what the circumstances were.

"As far as I know, I'm here indefinitely. As long as I can convince my, uh, superiors that you still need me."

"Of course I still need you. I'll always need you."

"Then I'll always be here." Sean felt his eyes fill with tears and he squeezed as hard as he could. He ran his hands over Christian's strong back and memorized his collarbone with seeking lips.

"I love you," Sean whispered. He held his breath. He'd said it so many times in the past two years without ever getting an answer. It wouldn't seem real until he did. 

"I love you too, baby." Christian lifted his chin with a gentle finger and leaned over to brush their lips together. The touch felt so wonderfully familiar that Sean wondered how he could have ever not known it was him. He responded from memory, deepening the kiss, tangling his tongue in Christian's sweet mouth. God, it felt so good.

All of a sudden he couldn't be close enough. This was Christian here in his bed. Even though he could feel it with every fiber of his being it still seemed so impossible. Sean broke away from their kiss and trailed little tasting bites down the side of Christian's neck. Christian moaned and tipped his head back, giving him more room. Sean took advantage of every inch, kissing and licking everywhere he could reach.

"I've missed this so much," Christian breathed. Sean's pulse quickened, raging in his cheeks. He tasted Christian's skin again and again. It was different, with the smell of storm clouds and spring rain, but warm and familiar at the same time. "Sean, baby, I need to touch you. These past weeks have been killing me." Sean groaned out loud and nodded. He lay back on the bed and nearly trembled when he felt the weight of Christian's body covering him.

He felt impatient hands tugging at his pajama bottoms and he lifted his hips, suddenly dying to get them off. He pushed at the waist of Christian's pants too, wanting to feel every inch of his skin. When they were finally naked, Sean wiggled his legs out from under Christian, and wrapped them around muscular hips. Christian gave Sean one last kiss then began to work his way down. He licked and bit at Sean's nipples until he was arching his back and moving his head from side to side. Sean grabbed at his shoulders, panting and crying out his name. It had been painful before to say his name out loud. Now it felt amazing. He loved saying 'Christian' and getting sexy moans in response rather than silence.

If he'd been even a little unsure if the man loving him so thoroughly was Christian, all his doubts would have been removed in the next second. He felt gentle lips move down his body until the soft curls he'd been clutching disappeared under the covers. The first touch of Christian's soft wet tongue licking up the underside of his throbbing shaft nearly made him come. It was everything he remembered: sweet, sexy, loving. The moist heat of that perfect mouth surrounding him gave him chills. It literally felt like home. Like a long lost memory of what used to be.

"God, Chris. I love you so much," He choked out, barely able to form words with his mouth. He felt the pulsing of his release threaten to take over. "Wait, babe," He panted. He tugged on Christian's shoulders until he crawled back up to kiss Sean on the mouth. "It's been forever so I'm kinda sensitive. I didn't want to come without you." Christian trembled then gave Sean a growly bite on the neck.

"I want to play with you. I've wanted to since the second I touched you all those weeks ago." Sean moaned impatiently.

"Next time, okay?" He tugged on Christian's hair. "I just need you inside of me. I've been so empty."

"Don't you want me to get you more ready?" Christian brushed concerned fingers across Sean's face.

"No. I want you now." He reached into his night table and found a bottle of lube he used when he needed release. Opening it, Sean poured some into his palm. He wrapped his hand around Christian's hard length, spreading around the slick lube. Christian trembled and laid his forehead on Sean's shoulder. Sean got a bit of a jolt when he realized he could feel the way Christian was feeling. Could feel the love and excitement and the warmth of fingers surrounding his throbbing erection. "Oh my God," He whispered and spread his legs again, pulling Christian between them.

"I love you, baby," Christian whispered as he guided himself to Sean's tight entrance. Then he pushed slowly until he was buried to the hilt. The perfect mix of pain and indescribable pleasure made Sean cry out loud. He dropped his head back onto the pillow and wrapped his legs around Christian's waist. It was exactly how he remembered. Better even because while he'd never taken Christian for granted he'd assumed they would always be together. Knowing the horror of losing him made this painfully sweet moment all the more beautiful. 

Christian began the slow slick slide in and out of Sean's body. He angled his hips so he hit Sean every time in the spot that made him see stars. The soft skin of Christian's stomach caressed his aching shaft, making the pleasure that much more unbearable. Sean convulsed and tightened his grip. Christian cradled Sean's hips with one arm, and wrapped the other around his shoulders, cupping his head and bringing him close for a kiss. Sean gasped out loud and moaned loudly. He could still feel them both!The heat and tightness that Christian was reveling in and the unbelievable fullness he was feeling combined to make a pleasure so intense he could barely withstand it.

"Can you feel it?" He choked out, hoping Christian was experiencing the same incredible bliss.

"Yeah...oh God," Christian replied, his face twisting in ecstasy when he brushed up against Sean's prostate again. "I can't believe how amazing this feels," he breathed. Sean couldn't even reply. He was too far gone.




Don't Look



He wanted it to last forever. He could barely last three more strokes. The trembling current of his release curled through him like a fiery whip. He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, arching his back up into Christian as wave after wave of bliss swept over him. He barely heard Christian give a hoarse shout, then collapse on top of him in a sweaty heap.

It seemed like forever before he could breathe again, let alone talk. He wrapped his sweaty body around Christian, never wanting to let him go.

"I don't even know what to say," he whispered. Christian chuckled tiredly.

"Me either," he answered. He slipped off of Sean and draped his arm around him possessively. It was another gesture that seemed so familiar that Sean couldn't believe he'd missed it before. "Go to sleep, baby," Christian mumbled. He'd always been able to fall asleep at the drop of a hat.

Sean tried to sleep, but it was so hard. He was still spinning from the night's revelations and Christian's amazing lovemaking. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on calming things but he was just too excited. So he did what he had been doing for months before: lay in the dark and stare at the ceiling unable to sleep. The only difference now was that he couldn't keep the grin off of his face.

*************

Christian awoke to the sound of something crashing onto the floor. When he opened his eyes a horrified and guilty looking Sean was looming above him and the lamp was on. A water glass was broken all over the hard wood floor and the puddle was spreading more every second. It took Christian a second to realize what was happening. When he did, every muscle in his body froze with terror. Sean was looking at him!

"Sean, turn the light off!" he shouted hoping it wouldn't be too late. The room immediately plunged into darkness. "What were you thinking?" He groaned. He could feel Sean trembling.

"I just wanted to see your face," He mumbled. Christian could hear the tears threatening. "I've been missing it for so long and I thought since I already knew who you were..."

"No, baby. The rules are still there. A human can't look at an angel ever. Shit," He swore quietly. "Maybe no one noticed." He hoped, but he doubted that was possible. They noticed everything. Then Christian felt a tug. That same feeling he'd felt in the hospital room two years before. That was it. They wanted him to come back. He wanted to scream at the sky.

"Sean," he whispered hoarsely, reaching out in the dark to touch his cheek. "They saw. I'm being called back." Christian felt his heart rip in two. Sean cried out and squeezed him convulsively. He understood completely. He couldn't stand the idea of letting go. He felt Sean's wet tears running down his chest.

"Chris, no! Tell them I'm sorry. Tell them I'm an idiot and it won't happen again. Beg...plead. I can't lose you a second time. I'll die." He hugged Sean tight, battling against the pulling sensation that was getting stronger by the second. He was going to fight this. One night of pure happiness wasn't enough. Neither one of them could survive without the other. Not really, anyway. 

In the end it was just too strong. He was pulled out of Sean's arms. Sean collapsed on his bed sobbing relentlessly. Christian wanted nothing more than to go to him, hold him, and tell him that everything would be all right. 

"I love you, Sean," He said quickly, knowing he would be gone in moments. "I'll be back. I'm going to convince them to let me come back. I promise." Sean lifted his head. Christian could see the silver tracks of his tears reflected in the moonlight.

"I love you too, Christian," He whispered in return. "Please come back. Please." 

And then Christian was gone. Up in the sky being drawn inexorably back towards the heavens. He felt that same panic he'd felt before, that feeling of needing to be with Sean no matter what. He was going to fix this. They had to let him.

****************

It had been ten miserable days. Days when the darkness that had pushed at the edges of him for the past two years finally reached out and swallowed him whole. How could he have been so stupid? Was one beautiful glance of the man he loved worth all this pain? Sean wished he could take it back. He wished he could go back to that night and suppress that crazy rush of curiosity that had led him to turn on the lamp. He'd figured he would only do it for a second and no one would ever know. He just wanted to see if Christian still looked the same. 

He had. The same and yet more beautiful than ever. His skin had glowed, almost well...angelic in the soft light of the lamp. His hair was shiny and curled against the face that Sean had loved for so many years. It was him. Sean had wanted so much to lean over and touch that long familiar face, but he knew he didn't dare. He just sat in silence, still unable to believe his good luck. He was reaching over to turn off the lamp when the unthinkable had happened. That damned glass of water. He'd forgotten all about it.

Now it was over. Any crazy chance of happiness he'd had with Christian was gone and it was his fault. Christian had promised he'd come back, that he'd fight for them, but what could he do? How many times could two people bend the unbendable rules of heaven and get away with it?

Sean trudged up his stairs, barely able to face another night in the bed that had grown even colder since Christian had left it again. It was late. He'd put in another long day at work. Anything to try and keep his mind off of what had happened. It was almost like Christian had died all over again. Like going back to the first weeks he'd spent alone with the hurt slicing through him slowly like a dull grinding blade. He would do anything to get rid of the pain. Anything. He'd done more than just consider it.

He was so lost in his black thoughts that he didn't notice the shadowy figure waiting for him on his bed, didn't even notice the icy draft coming from the opened door to his deck. It took him until he threw his coat on the chair and pulled his tie and sweater off to see what was in front of him. In two seconds he went from blackest despair to pure joy.

"Christian! How? Did they?" He couldn't even spit out a whole question. Christian simply reached out his arms and pulled Sean close. He could feel the love and joy at their touch. But there was something else. He could feel that all wasn't lost but there was something 

Christian didn't want to tell him. "What is it? Are you allowed to stay?" Christian lifted his head.

"No. You saw me on earth and that rule can't be broken. I can never stay with you here again." Sean's heart ripped open in an instant but he could see that Christian wasn't completely shattered like he was. There was more.

"You bargained with them, didn't you?" He should have known that Christian would somehow get what they wanted. He could sense that Christian didn't want to tell him the rest. "What is it?"

"Oh god, Sean. I can't ask you to do it."

"Christian. I'll do anything to be with you. I can't be without you." Christian took a deep breath.

"Sean, they say the only way we can be together is if you come with me," He hesitated, not wanting to finish. Sean kissed him to encourage him, hope flooding through him. "You'd have to die, baby," He whispered. " I can't ask that." 

Sean wrapped his arms tighter around Christian. He didn't even hesitate.

"Yes. Anything." 

"No! You're so young. You have your whole life!"

"What the hell is that without you? I'm going." He gave Christian the most stubborn look he could conjure.

"Are you sure?" Christian's voice was shaky. Sean gripped his face in the dark. He didn't know if he could purposely project his feelings, but he needed Christian to feel that he had no regrets.

"I'm sure. I don't want to live without you for another second." Christian sighed.

"It has to be now." Sean felt a moment of fear, and then a heady sense of peace enveloped him.

"I'm ready. What do we need to do?" 

"Just lay down. I'll do it." 

He lay down and was wrapped in Christian's warm arms. The sense of peace grew until it was shimmering through him like the proverbial white light. He felt warmth and a peculiar lightness, and all through it the steady pressure of Christian's body surrounding him, reassuring him. There was a moment of complete blackness then Christian was in front of him, holding out his hand. Sean could see him as plain as day, surrounded by a glowing light in the darkness of the room.

"It's over, baby. Let's go," He said, and smiled a huge smile. Sean reached out and laced their fingers together. He looked back to see himself, lying still and silent on the bed behind him. He didn't even feel a moment of sadness for the life he was leaving. This was exactly where he was supposed to be. With his angel. With Christian.

**************

Kate Sullivan came back from her night shift at the hospital, shivering in the icy snow that was falling thickly from the sky. She looked up and noticed that the sliding door was open to one of her neighbors' apartments. It was Sean's place. That sweet, sad kid that she'd exchanged a few pleasantries with since she moved in a year ago. She'd always wondered what had happened to make him so unhappy. He was cute, and he seemed to have a good job and a nice future. She found herself worrying about him from time to time, and would have gone over to check on him if he'd given her the slightest hint that he wanted a friend. 

She was more than worried now. The wide open door felt like a sign that something was dreadfully wrong. Kate dropped her bags by her front door, and walked a few steps to Sean's apartment. She knocked on the door hesitantly, then turned the handle when nobody answered. She was a little surprised that it turned easily. Heart pounding, she made her way shivering into the icy apartment. She almost didn't want to look, but felt like she had to do something.

There was nothing at first. Just a neat apartment, more decorated and homey than she would have expected for someone who seemed so depressed. She noticed pictures on the wall, of Sean and a pretty blonde boy. They looked happy together. She wondered if he was the cause of all Sean's pain. She headed towards the bedroom, meaning to shut the sliding door if nothing else. Sean wouldn't want to come home to a frozen wet bed. 

When she turned the corner, she nearly fell to the ground. Sean was there, laying in his bed, cold and bluish. His hair was frozen, his hands resting on his unmoving chest. She panicked for a second before years of training surfaced. Kate made her way to the bed and gingerly felt for a pulse, even though she knew already that it was unnecessary. He was gone. She felt tears well up in her eyes for this boy that she hardly knew. Then she took a long look at his face. 

He didn't seem scared or even sad anymore. That look of abject despair that she had become familiar with had disappeared. It almost looked like he was smiling. Later, when she described the scene to her other neighbors, she would say that he almost seemed...well, happy. 

And she would be right. Finally he was.



Don't Look Away



"Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax . . ." 


"Do you watch porn?" She asked, and I imagined her fingers stroking the keys, letters spurting quickly through channels faster than the eye could register to splash onto my retina . . . and coat my mind in a hot sticky miasma of lust.

I hesitated, and then said, "Yes."

"What kind of porn do you watch?" My own letters spew hot streams of electronic bursts back onto her face, and I imagine lines of light rolling across her face as she licks her lips, tongue rolling over each curve and ripple, relishing the waves of sensation rolling out from her mind to trace the smears of invisible signs sliding down her face . . . 

"I like anal—"

"Why?"

"I'm curious . . ."

My burning cock bursts against the barrier of my pants . . . I close my eyes . . . my hard hot cock sits in my hand . . . the diamond hard head sliding up and down the crack of your ass.  

Don't look away . . .
Look in my eyes
As I look in you
And move into you

I open my eyes to blue light rolling in waves up your ass as it sways slowly back and forth, back and forth, your asshole nipping at the head of my cock each time it rolls back towards me.  

Don't look away . . . 
Hold me in your sighs
Soft breaths into my mouth
Arms wreathe my body . . .

I kneel and ram my tongue into your ass.  Tongue fucking you relentlessly, I push four fingers into your pussy, and ravish your body without mercy.  

Your body bounces up and down in mid-air—the sex-harness holding you within its grasp—

Don't look away . . . 
Hold me, crush me 
Into your body
As I push in deep

springs bouncing, squeaking . . . flesh contrasting with black straps stabbing arms, legs, stomach  . . . all control is gone . . . 

Face smacking 
ass tongue fucking hole 
saliva slurping spurting 
stabbing tongue fucking 
breath holding 
eyes closed face buried bum 
tonguing hot wet dark 
furious fucking asshole 
spasming face sucks 
deeper dark wet 
molten demon depths . . . 

Cunt crushing cramps 
fingers fucking 
hard hot hungry cunt 
lava licking lapping loving 
my thrusting fingers---"UHHH!!!"

I hear NO SOUND . . . just asshole crushing my tongue 
cunt crushing crashing fingers in fast fucking friction—stop.

My face moves back, 
cold air smacking molten juices 
coating my face, 
shocking nerves . . . 

I take a breath and my nose tastes intermingled flavours, smells roll across my tongue . . . 

Dizzy, I stand slowly . . . burning cock oozing molten cum bubbles dripping down . . . .

Don't look away . . . 
Barriers melting
Merging into you
I thrust hard—

"Say it . . ."

". . ."

"SAY it . . ."

"F. . ."

"SAY IT!"

Don't look away
Eyes close staring
Pain and Pleasure daring
Do it, do it . . .

"FUCK MY ASS, fuck my ass, fuck me, I'm your slut, make me your slut, I'm your ass slut . . . fuck your ass-slut . . ."

Cock head nudges 
asshole muscle ring slow . . . 
nudge . . . slow—
"fuck me! CUNT ass cock . . . I . . . coCK! . . ."

Burning big head dripping
hot molten juicy hole 
sucks hard big head 
pushing pain pleasure
pushing big burning head 
into sucking asshole mouth sucking ass—"fuck! 
F—uck!  F—ck! UH! UH!  Uhhhhh . . ."

Big blob hot hard head inside, 
in, in ass, pulsing, burning bad needing bad 
big fucking cock deep cock push deeper 
burning need big cock head deeper in 
burning blossoming fucking 
need it—"nee—d! uh! 
I . .. nee—D, NEED IT! 
Fucking FUCK IT, deep, 
cunt fucking cock fuck my ass, fuck my ass . . ."

Pressure lessens 
cock head swells 
pushes pushing a little more 
a little back, back and forth, 
small movements 
making insane 
sensations on my cock head 
needing fuck 
deep deeper in fuck deep sucking asshole 
slurping loose tight sucking asshole 
slurping cock head 
deep, deeper, DEEP, DEEPER . . . 

"FUCK MY ASS! FUCK! FUCK IT!"

Control gone, 
mind gone, 
body gone—big burning cock head shaft 
deep grip sucking asshole 
sucking grabbing shaft . . . 

Ass grabbing 
opening blossoming 
big hard cock 
burning blessing bursting blasts big cock 
fucking asshole open body blooming blossoming 
opening begging sucking open sucking begging blood pulsing big cock 
pushing pulsing pumping asshole fucking 
ASSHOLE fuCKing ASShole FUckING ass fuck 
FUCK F . . . F . . . F . . . FUCK!!!!

Asshole spasm spasms spasming 
sucking slurping shuddering slobbering 
suck sucking ass sucker sucking cock 
spurt spurts spurting hot lava jets burning 
cum cock cumming 
big burning beautiful blasting cock in asshole . . . 

Roaring blackness 
joyful falling onto 
your body on my body 
swaying suspended together 
cock in ass 
pumping pulsing 
soothing slipping 
sliding sighing . . . 

Don't look away . . .  



Don't Look Back



"Stop running and face me, boy."

The words sent chills skittering along Marshall's spine. He was torn between the desire to obey and the need to provoke punishment. Giving in and turning was his first instinct, but the idea of being stretched out across the other man's lap, his ass exposed, bared to receive those glorious swipes of his firm hand was too strong to ignore.

On the other hand, he sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy on him, either.

Marshall stood at the edge of the trees. Lee was maybe a hundred yards or so behind him. He knew without looking that Lee's eyes held that intense look he got when he was on the hunt. The dark blue became almost purple. God, his eyes were sexy. Marshall's own eyes were emerald green and slightly tilted, a genetic throwback to some long dead ancestor. As was his long lush auburn hair that fell straight down his back. He could have tied it so it wouldn't fly into his face as he ran, but he liked the feel of it on his bare back.

Ahead of him lay an open field, and just across that lay more trees. The trick was to get across the empty space. With no cover, he'd be a sitting duck. 

Then again, he intended to be caught, didn't he? Wasn't that the whole point of this chase? That and keeping fit. 

There was no actual decision to be made. Marshall made no response to Lee's demand. He grinned to himself, his heart beating faster, his blood pressure rising—that wasn't the only thing rising. His cock was pressing against the material of his jeans. Oh shit, horniness was rearing its ugly head, demanding satisfaction.

Maybe this would be a short chase, after all. If Lee questioned why the surrender, Marshall would just tell him it was in deference to the twenty some odd years Lee had on him. Didn't want to hurt the old-timer.

And wouldn't that just provoke a delicious spanking? Not to mention the fucking that would follow.

Shit, his erection hurt now, just thinking about Lee's big thick cock inside of him. Decision made.

He darted out from the cover of the trees. Summer was in full bloom, and wildflowers bobbed and weaved their yellow, white, and purple heads, dancing in the heated breeze that blew from the south. Marshall didn't mind the heat. He welcomed it. It was the cold he wasn't partial to, and why he felt the need to get the fuck out of Fargo.

Texas. Now there was warmth and sunshine to spare. And wide open spaces. Plenty of room for the two of them. And no one to tell them what they could or couldn't do.

He could hear Lee's approach, and he knew that was no accident. Had this been an actual hunt, he would never have heard him coming. Stealth was that man's middle name. Fucking hot he was too. Marshall had never had another lover. Never wanted one. Lee was all he wanted and all he needed. When you had the best, why look for anything else?

Marshall slowed his own pace. He'd had a good run, but it was time to give in now. Pride only carried you so far, and right now it was losing to desire and need... both of which said fall the fuck down and get ready for punishment... and reward.

A strategically timed tuck and roll brought him to his knees. He automatically assumed the position. Head down, hands behind him, palms up, against the base of his spine, just in the hollow above his ass. He wasn't even winded and he took pride in the fact. He was in great shape, and he knew Lee loved his body and the pleasure that it gave. At the age of twenty, Marshall wasn't ripped, not by any means. But he was built, he was strong, without an ounce of fat on his lean frame. And he was limber as hell.

His entire body tingled in anticipation of Lee's arrival.

"I should take you right here and now." The familiar drawl came from behind him. He loved the way Lee could elongate any word, giving it a sensual twist that went straight to his cock. 

"What's the matter? Afraid of getting dirty?" He almost dared a glance, to see the reaction his words engendered, but thought better of it at the last minute. "Can't your knees take it, old man?"

That did it. He felt Lee's boot against the small of his back, and then he was face down in the grass, getting an up close and personal taste of the wildflowers. He didn't dare take the offending blossoms from his mouth, so he grinned and bore it. The serrated leaves bit into his cheek, drawing blood.

If Lee pressed hard enough, he could easily snap Marshall's spine. But he wouldn't. That wasn't what this was about. Discipline, yes. Setting limits, yes. Killing... no.

"You have a mouth on you, boy."

Marshall made no reply, due to the greenery in his mouth. And because he'd not received permission to do so.

"Roll over and look at me," Lee directed. The pressure lessened and Marshall breathed more easily, then did as he was told, spitting out what was in his mouth. The bulge in his jeans was damn painful now, and more than obvious. He could see flames of desire burning in Lee's eyes that raked him over from head to toe. "I said you have a mouth on you, boy. What do you say to that?"

"Yes, Sir, I do, Sir."

"Might have to put that to good use."

Marshall's pulse quickened. He knew it wouldn't be as easy as that. First the discipline, then the reward. He relished them both.

Lee unfastened the large silver buckle that gleamed on his leather belt. Marshall was more than passing familiar with the feel of it against his flesh.