0 comments/ 53835 views/ 2 favorites John & Steven By: Ravenloft John and I had always joked about going out for a beer whenever he'd come in for a bite to eat. I'd never seriously thought wed actually do it, but then I never thought I'd do half the things I did with him after that night . . .. It was a night not that different from any other. After six and my shift was over, I tugged at my work clothes and tossed my heavy coat on, gearing myself up for the walk home, 'cause my car was on the fritz again. Slipping out of the back room, I found John standing at the register, paying his bill. "Hey John, how 'bout that beer?" I joked dryly. He smirked as he turned to look my way, his eyes showing great humor. "Sure thing Steve, meet me at the bar, I'll buy us a round." I laughed and patted him on the shoulder as I walked by. "Okay, I'll meet you there." I added, with a wide grin. One of the waitresses came up with John's change then, and I slipped out the front door, still smiling. I wasn't more than ten steps out when John pulled his car up next to me. Looking over I smiled again, or rather, tried to smile even wider. "What's up John?" I asked curiously. "You're walking?" He asked. "Yep, car's on the blink." He paused, opened his mouth, then closed it with a small 'humph' sound. I turned my head to the side at that, but before I could question him he said, "how 'bout that beer now?" I was silent for a moment, looking from him, down the road, and back again: take the long walk home? Or get a ride and a beer? I shrugged and circled around his car to get it. We joked with each other on the ride to the bar, and when we finally got there we drank several rounds: or at least I drank several rounds. The long and the short of it is that I got way too drunk. It wasn't John's fault; it just doesn't take much to get me drunk. What memory I have of the rest of the night is hazy at best: I remember John making his 'humph' expression again, and helping me walk unsteadily to his car. I must have fallen asleep during the drive, muttering god knows what, and didn't wake up until the next day. Upon waking my first thought was that I wasn't home: my place wasn't as nice as what I woke up to! I was lying haphazardly on a nice plush couch in front of a crackling fire in a large stone fireplace. I sat up and my head spun: making me groan and flop back against the couch again. John walked in then, nonchalantly, and I looked up again, slowly this time. "You're kinda a light weight there Steve!" He joked, as I cautiously sat up. Thoughts filled my head that nearly made my heart stop: had he done something to me while I was out? Was I his captive? Was he some sort of cannibalistic psycho? He must have seen the fear on my face, because he exclaimed: "Oh lord, you think I raped you or something?!" His question completely disarmed me and it was all I could do to nod, slack jawed. "Pft!" He spat, humorously, "Don't be ridiculous! I would have taken you home, but you were in no condition to give me directions, and, well . . ." he hesitated before adding, "you didn't have your wallet on you either . . ." He was right: I'd forgotten it that day 'cause I wasn't driving. I hung my head, embarrassed by my assumptions. "Sorry to have disappointed you." He chuckled, "But I prefer my lovers conscious and willing." I looked up at him startled, not sure what to say. He smiled at me, and I swallowed another lump of embarrassment. "So you're . . ." I started, hesitantly, as my knees drew together instinctively and I leaned forward. "Gay?" He finished the question for me, arching an eyebrow. The way he looked at me made me lower my gaze. "Yep." He added, popping his lips on the 'p.' I drew in a long breath and exhaled, clamoring after the thoughts bouncing around in my mind, but they seemed as slippery as a well lathered bar of soap. "I've never . . .." I started. "Done anything with a man before. I know." He finished for me. I looked up at him as he ran his hand through his slick black hair, a curious smile played across my lips as I lowered my eyes again. It was as if that act made it possible to talk, but only just barely. "But I've . . .." I began again. "Thought about it before. I know that too." He finished my thought for me again. I smiled openly. "Yeah." Was all I could say as I lifted my eyes again. My smile faltered when I was that he held my coat and his car keys. "What? You didn't expect to get down and dirty right now did you?! I think we have to get to know one another a little bit better before that happens." He said wordlessly, with just the look in his eyes, as he smiled back at me. Twenty minutes later I was back home, standing at my front door. I watched John pull away in his car, glad that he had invited me over the next day, 'just to hang out,' after giving me his number. I accepted without a second thought. The rest of the day seemed to drag on like an eternity, and the apartment I lived in suddenly felt empty, not even Greedo my cat could change the lonely mood in the air around me. Eventually, thankfully, I feel asleep. When I woke up Greedo was curled up on my chest, his head tucked under my chin. I patted him and he 'mirred' in reply, but didn't move. I mimicked him and laughed under my breath as he answered back with an annoyed 'mrow' and stretched his legs out. "Come on Greedo, ya lazy shit." I grumped, as I scratched his head. He yawned, with yet another irritated 'mirr,' but finally gave up and climbed off me to look for a corner to curl up in. Looking at the time, I reached for the scrap of paper with John's number on it. It was eleven thirty a.m. I took a relieved breath because I'd said I'd call by noon. As I dialed I stated to feel nervous, but I swallowed it back. The line picked up and I started: "Hi, this is Steve from last night . . .." I was cut off by the answering machine: "You've reached the home of John Leimount, I'm not in ri . . ." I'd been afraid I would have to leave a message, but right in the middle the recording stopped and John came on the line. "Hi there Steve, sorry about that, I just got out of the shower." "Oh, that's okay, um, you still want to hang out today?" I asked, somehow keeping my voice from quavering over the sudden mental picture of him just coming out of a hot shower. "Sure! When would you like me to pick you up?" He asked. He definitely had a way of making things easy! "I can be ready in twenty minutes." I answered. "Okay, I'll head out in just a few minutes then, and be there in less than half an hour, . . . or your money back!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, see you then!" I said, still snickering. "See ya!" He said, with a laugh of his own. Then we both hung up and I immediately bolted for the shower. Twenty minutes later I was dressed and ready to go even had my wallet this time! I tousled my hair with a towel one last time, and smoothed it back with one hand as I heard a knock at the door. Rushing up to it I opened up and grabbed my coat, feigning a look at the clock. "Damn, you're on time! Looks like I'll have to pay full price." I joked as I stepped out next to him. He laughed heartily at that and we went to his car. On the ride to his place we talked a bit: I told him all about my cat and he remarked on the name I'd given him. "Greedo? You like Star Wars huh?" I smiled broadly over at him, and would have gone into a conversation over it but the faint music from the car radio caught my ear. "Mind if I turn it up?" I asked. He nodded toward the volume, "Go ahead." I turned it up and laughed: "Hah! I knew it! Fleetwood Mac!" "Everywhere!" We said in unison. The song came to a close just as we pulled into his driveway. He led the way as we walked up to his front door, unlocked it and slipped in. "Care for a drink?" He asked as he went to the kitchen. "Yeah, what to you have?" John laughed just out of sight as I hung my coat up. "What would you like?" He asked. "Uh, . . . a beer?" "Okay, what brand? Corona, Moosehead, Dos Equis, New Castle . . .." He sounded as thought he was bout to go on. "Hmm, I'll take a Moosehead." A moment later I heard a cap clinking as I walked over to the couch, then another. John came in with two Mooseheads: handing one to me, he went over to his TV "Hmm, how about a movie?" He asked, looking back toward me. I came over as he opened a cabinet full of them. "Jesus!" I blurted after a quick scan, "You have every single movie I do and then some!" I took a sip of beer; silently promising myself I would only have a few the rest of the night. "Pick something if you want, I haven't watched any of them in months." My eyes settled on something in John's collection that made me smile: "The Prisoner." I breathed. John looked up at me: it was the first time I'd ever seen him look so surprised. "My dad got me hooked on it." I explained. "Damn, you have the entire series!" I said, amazed. He smiled as he grabbed a couple of them to watch. I was half way trough my second beer with we finished watching the first few episodes. John stood to collect the boxes and put them away as he finished off his second beer. The last one we'd watched had given me an idea; "Do you play Chess?" I asked, as I clicked my tooth thoughtfully against the beer bottle pressed to my lower lip, then took as sip. "Sure do." He said as he stood. "Come with me." He showed me to a separate room: it was a study, a real full-blown study, not just a spare room made to look like one! A bookcase dominated one entire wall, there was a rotating globe on one table set off in the corner, and a chess table: it felt like something out of the game Clue, the only things missing were a French maid and Tim Curry! "Jesus." I breathed. "Yeah." John sighed with a shrug, "Just don't mind the dust in here." Without another word we sat down to play and in less then five minutes he'd taken both my Bishops, three pawns, and had me fighting check. I'd finished my beer just then, and he offered me another. I would have declined, but I wanted the time it afforded me to try to figure out how he'd worked the game to this point so easily. He came back and I made my move while he was still standing. As he sat he moved a piece: "Check mate." He said casually, and took a sip of beer. I sputtered, taken completely off guard. "Damn!" I gasped. "Go again?" He chuckled. Without a word I set my pieces up for another go. "I've never seen knights used so effectively before." I muttered as I thought over the game, lifting the beer to my lips. "And I've never seen someone lose their queen to a pawn." He teased as he watched me drink. "I was hell bent on getting rid of at least one meddlesome knight!" I countered defensively, noticing the way he was watching my lips even after I had sat the beer down. Clearing my throat I looked down at the board. I smirked as I moved on of my knights out, a wicked and less than honorable thought came to my mind as I did so. While he considered his move I grabbed my beer and lifted to my lips again. I was counting on him to glance up at me, and he did. Tipping the bottle up, I took a long, slow draw on it, "Mmmmmmmmm." I intoned as I swallowed. He looked up again, his lip twitching. Setting one of his own knights down, he leaned back in his seat, watching me calmly. "Hmmmmm." I sighed as I focused on the board: I took my move, then waited. Just as he reached for a bishop I started to lift my beer again. His eyes were on me as he took his move without hesitation. This time I found I had let a drop flow down the side of the bottle and, wickedly, as he watched I collected it on my tongue as I licked up along the thin trail of escaping beer. John gave a 'humph' at that, and a moment later he licked his lips. I smiled widely when I looked down to find that I was able to take his bishop easily, which I happily did. It went on like that for several turns: I teased him with the beer bottle and picked off a couple more of his pieces. I became so emboldened by my success at distracting him from the game, that I quietly slipped foot from shoe and moved my foot up between his legs. To his credit, John didn't even flinch: instead he seemed to focus intently upon the board, suddenly hesitant before every move. I was openly smirking like a cat as I moved my foot against him: he was hard, very hard. I bit my lower lip teasingly. John took his move after something like three minutes of concentration. Slowly, he looked up at me, and the look in his eyes was breathtakingly sensual. He parted his lips slowly, "Check mate." He said huskily. I was stunned. Glaring at the board my jaw dropped: he'd won again! To this day I don't know how he did it. John & Steven Ch. 2 The night after I was over to John’s I laid in bed thinking about the day. Eventually I drifted off to sleep. I began to dream that John and I were playing chess, just like the night before, only John sat, naked, across from me. Like the night before, I began to tease him with the sole of my foot. It was so vivid: I felt his cock grow hard, the head pulsing against the ball of my foot as it became fully engorged with blood. I rubbed the arch of my foot along his rigid length, feeling it twitch as I did. I was so focused on John that the game of chess seemed to melt way, leaving just him and I. He scooted to the edge of his seat, opening his legs more for me to explore, looking into my eyes as he did. He raised an eyebrow and smirked as though he were daring me to go farther. My pulse started to race at that. My eye’s drifted away from his gaze, shyly Coming to rest on his stomach, his solid erection superimposed upon it. I continued to run my foot gently up and down his thick shaft Feeling his hips arch as he strained against its maddeningly light touch. Abandoning my seat and John’s cock I found myself running my hands along his stomach, the hair that peppered it bristled under my fingertips. I Kissed his chest and licking at his nipples, feeling his rigid member pressed against my stomach. The feel of it, there, against my stomach, pulsing with hot life made my breath catch. My body echoed John’s arousal. I slid one hand down between us to caress his hot balls as I breathed excitedly against his chest. The musk scent of him filled my senses as I leaned against him. Folding my fingers firmly around his rigid shaft, I began to slowly stroke his cock. The dream was so real, I could still almost feel his precum oozing from the head of his cock as he moaned with desire, his hands on my back. I continued to stroke my hand up and down along his cock as he began to thrust against it, meeting my every downward stroke. He grew more and more animated by the second, breathing in pleading whispers, urging me to continue. His cock head was growing slick as my hand spread his precum about. My excitement built, my pulse thrumming in my ears, my cock ached as I pressed it against John’s leg. I began to kiss farther down his stomach, stroking him faster and faster, Feeling every ridge and vein along his shaft as I clenched and unclenched my fist, pumping it furiously as I did. His cock began to spasm and he gasped, telling me how close he was. I brought my lips down to kiss the head of his cock, I could feel the first surge of cum rising through the length of his shaft and instinctively my lips sealed around the head of his cock, anticipating the flow of his cum on my tongue. I awoke with a start when Greedo jumped up onto my loft bed. Looking at my clock, I saw it was just after noon. “Ah, Jesus Greedo!” I groaned, breathing heavily as I pushed him away. He mirred in annoyance then curled up by my feet as I laid there, letting the erection I woke up with subside. Biting my lower lip I groaned in frustration, I had really wanted to finish the dream. Drawing the back of my wrist across my forehead, it came away with a sheen of cold sweat. The thought struck me to just fall back to sleep and see if I could finish the dream, but twenty minutes of laying there with my eyes closed confirmed that it wasn’t going to happen. I gave up and got dressed then made some toast for breakfast. While I ate I kept replaying the dream over and over in my mind. It was so frustrating, normally I would have gone and masturbated, or something. But because it was John, I just didn’t feel right, in a strange way, I felt as though it would be cheating John, and myself out of something. So, two hours later I picked up the phone and called John. “Hello?” Came John’s voice a moment later. “Hi! John, its me, Steve.” “Hi Steve, what’s up?” “Oh, nothing much, just called to see what you were doing.” “Just sitting here, working on a web site is all.” “Oh, then I probably shouldn’t be bothering you.” “Its no bother, no bother at all, in fact I wanted to call you earlier this morning, but I figured you’d be asleep still. And I didn’t want to wake you up.” I was silent for a moment as I thought about my dream again. “Steve?” John said. “Yeah, I’m here, um, sorry, I had a really vivid dream last night and it just keeps coming back to mind is all.” I answered, my voice getting a little shaky as I did. “Some sort of a night mare, bud?” John asked, concerned. “If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.” “No, it wasn’t a nightmare.” I said, feeling myself go red. “It was about you actually.” “About me?” John asked, immediately interested. “Yes, um, about you and I.” I fell silent again, biting my lower lip nervously. After a second John spoke again. “Well? Are you going to tell me about it?” He asked seductively. At first I was hesitant, but once I started to describe my dream to him it just started to flow from the tip of my tongue with ease. He was quiet the whole time, except for his level breathing, I don’t think I would have known he was there otherwise. “And that’s when Greedo jumped up onto my bed, waking me up.” I finished, after half an hour’s worth of describing the dream to John. He was still being silent. “John?” I asked nervously. “I’m here, I just had to catch my breath… Your dream… God, I’m envious of myself!” He blurted out. We laughed together for a moment, then it was silent again. “You know… I never got to finish…” I sighed. “Listen, Steve, why don’t I come pick you up?” John asked eagerly. I nodded, a silly thing to do over the phone, as I answered. “Yes, all right, I’ll be waiting,” and with that, we said bye. As soon as I’d hung up, I rushed about, fed Greedo, and all the other small things I had to do. I was so excited and at the same time nervous as hell, I knew what we were going back to John’s to do after all. Dreaming it was one thing, actually doing it, I was about to find out was completely different. Twenty minutes later we were back at John’s place. “Want anything to drink Steve?” John asked, just like the last time I’d been over, only this time he flashed me a smile as he moved into the kitchen. I followed in after him, my eyes glued to him. “No, I don’t need anything to drink.” I answered as I stood next to him, leaning against the counter, still looking him over. He turned to me as he reached for the refrigerator’s handle. He stopped as he noticed the way I was looking at him and smirked a little. “Looks like you’re drinking your fill already, Steve.” “What can I say, I’m very thirsty, Steve.” I replied huskily as I reached out a hand to touch his chest. “And a good host makes certain his guests are well taken care of.” John answered as he leaned back, against the refrigerator looking me in the eyes. I couldn’t speak, but it was okay, it was as though we were communicating without words. My hands moved down his chest and I tugged at it slightly to untuck it. He knew I wanted to explore him like I had in my dream, so without a word, he took his shirt off, drawing over his head and tossing it away casually. He had this way of making everything so effortless, so easy, so natural… I sighed as I nuzzled in against his chest, opening my mouth against his warm skin. He embraced me then, his hands moving down to remove my shirt as I ran my tongue over a nipple, causing his breath to catch. I looked up, an expression of warming lust coalescing behind my eyes. “Mmmh.” I moaned against his chest as I lifted my arms to help him shed me of my shirt. His hands trailed lightly up and down the length of my back as I nipped at him. He gasped and gave me a slightly surprised look. I laughed as I sunk my face against his chest hair and breathed in. “Steve, lets go to my bedroom.” John implored as he drew the attentions of my eyes, his own seething with lust. I nodded in answer, then he turned, and led the way to his room. I watched him as we walked, memorizing the way he moved, just as I had memorized the way he smelled. He turned to me with a smile as he sat back on his bed, motioning, he invited me to sit next to him. I shook my head. He arched an eyebrow as I licked my lips. “That’s not how my dream went, John.” I said as I came up to him and knelt down, on my knee’s in front of him, my hands on his chest, imitating the dream. I looked up in his eyes and he smiled down at me, his lips parted to reveal his pearl white teeth. He ran a hand through my hair. I pressed my mouth to his chest then as my hands drifted down, over his stomach, to the button on his pants. “These weren’t in my dream either, John.” I said, bare above a whisper as I undid them, scooting back a little to kiss lower down his stomach. Once unbuttoned, I began to pull his pants down along with his underwear as he raised his hips for me. Drawing them down his legs, and away, I turned to toss them free. Turning back, my eyes trailed up along his legs, followed by my hand, only to settle on his crotch. I gazed at his naked member for the first time, parting my lips with a sigh as I brought my hand up to caress it. The warmth of it, the fluid rush of blood through his veins that soon brought his cock to arousal echoed through me. For a moment, I admired the crown of his cock as it peeked through the top of my fist, feeling a giddy sense of power after having brought him to such a state so quickly. Looking up into John’s face, I grinned from ear to ear in child like bliss. He smiled and chuckled softly, his eyes still filled with lust. Looking back down, I flicked the pad of my thumb along the underside of his cock’s head as I pumped my fist down his length. John leaned back on his elbows with a sigh of pleasure. Jacking his cock until it was hard as steel in my flexing grasp, I bowed my head and licked along his inner thigh, his legs opening farther in response. I breathed heavily, my lips parted mere inches from his pulsing cock, my own aching and straining against my pants. Without a thought I drew my tongue along the slit of his cock, collecting a drop of his precum. He gasped as his hips came up with a start and the head of his cock was inside my mouth. I closed my lips around it tightly. In that instant, my dream was put to shame. I began to suck on the head of his cock as he breathed my name. I looked up see the expression on his face was a mixture of surprise and lust. Taking more of him into my mouth I drew my fisted hand up and down his length several times, making it slick and warm with my spit. I gave a muffled groan as the feel of the hot, hard flesh of his cock ran along the bed of my tongue as he laid his head back, breathing excitedly. His hips took on a thrusting rhythm as I followed it with my hand pumping down just as he pushed up, suckling the round crown of his cock as he did. I felt the beginnings of little tremors moving up along his length and in response I pumped my hand, more tightly, faster along his cock, sucking frantically on the head of his cock. “Oh! Don’t stop, don’t stop Steve! Nnnh, god!” John cried breathlessly as he reached down, touching the top of my head, lightly holding me against him. Eagerly, I lapped my tongue along the slit at the head of his cock, expecting the hot rush of his cum, desiring it furiously. Suddenly the hot, thick, saltiness of his cum poured over my awaiting tongue. His hand clenched in my hair as his hips trust up sharply. He moaned deeply as he laid back, floating on the waves of his orgasm. Playing the load of his cum over my tongue I drew my lips free of his cocks head, but continued to hold his length in my fist. The pleasure of his orgasm must have passed as he sat up and reached down to gently push my hand away. “Oh, too sensitive…” He breathed, practically wincing from the over intensified sensation of my hand slipping up off his length. I smirked, fully understanding. Catching his breath, John sat up on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair. “So, was that better than your dream?” He asked softly. “Mmm-hmm” I said with a nod as I continued tasting his cum. He smiled as he reached down, pulling me up to sit next to him. “Steve, would you mind if we went to the park? I want to show you something.” He said, as he looked over at me. I looked back, wondering what was wrong, a little scared. “Yes, that’s fine.” I answered, blushing as I realized I was trying to talk around the cum I still had in my mouth. Instinctively I swallowed it down and repeated myself, blushing even deeper. The drive to the park was done in silence, save for the radio. I don’t think either of us could have talked, even if we had wanted to. When we finally got there, John got out, and looked up at me. “Steve, I have to show you something.” I followed, concerned, John really seemed sad about something. This was the first time I had ever seen him like this. Finally we came to a stop, under the largest oak tree in the park. John motioned for me to sit next to him as he took a spot, looking up at me as he did. I sat and looked into his eyes, trying to think of something to say. He smiled again, this time a bit brighter, but I could tell he was still thinking about something, something painful. “Its nice out here.” He finally said, lifting his head to look about. “Yes, yes it is.” I replied. “The last time I was here was four years ago,” he said with a sigh. “John, what is it? Please tell me?” I asked, never taking my eyes off of him. He turned back to look me in the eyes. “The last time I was here was the last time I saw my last lover. He died two weeks later from aids.” I was at a loss for words, all I could do was look into John’s eyes and see the hurt and loss in them. “This is where we met, and where we parted.” John whispered as he turned his head away again, drawing the back of his hand across his eyes, then looked back at me. “Then I cried, heh, a lot,” he added as he lifted his hand as if to show me. “Anyway, I wanted to share this place with you, Steve, because I really like you. You’re the first person I’ve brought here since…” I was on the verge of tears myself, my mouth hanging open as I still hadn’t looked away from John. It was at that moment, for me, that I knew I loved John. He looked at me again, reaching up to push a strand of hair out of my face, he smiled. “Are you going to be all right?” He asked. “Me? How about you? You look so sad, I wish I could take your pain away,” I said without a thought. “Shh, Steve, you already have, just being here with me,” he said, scooting closer to my side. For a long time we sat side by side, under the silent, peaceful shade of John’s oak tree. John reached out and held my hand as we did. We started talking again, and John told me the only expectations he had of us if we were to become intimate. That we would both take blood tests every year and be faithful to one another. I shook my head with a smile, telling him I would expect nothing less myself, then I asked him about his former lover, telling him that if he would rather not talk about him, I would understand. He told me his name was Mathew, and about all the wonderful times, and about all the troubles they had. Then he turned to me, with the brightest smile on his lips to assure me we would have them too. I responded, again, without a thought. “Well, we’d better, or I’d feel cheated!” Hours passed, dusk came, and in the twilight I turned to John. “John…” I said, and as he turned toward me I drew his head down to me and we kissed. It was so natural that when, at last we broke, we both sighed before starting another kiss.