THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Bryan Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. ONE Bryan Cranston knew he was destined for hell when he couldn't stop eyeballing the near naked body of his twenty-two year old son's best friend. He was forty-four years old, a responsible father, and a well-respected widower whom old ladies and babies like. Bryan was also human and right now James Christopher Carmack's delectable hard-muscled body was a sight he couldn't tear his eyes away from. Bryan accepted that he was gay one year after Maura's death. He was fond of his wife and they had a great marriage for nearly twenty-five years, but he had always been plagued by the fact that he really enjoyed the few anonymous gay sexual encounters in his life. A good-looking man aroused stronger desire in him than a beautiful woman. After he'd decided to accept this aspect of his personality, he had indulged in a few discreet affairs, nothing too serious and alas, nothing too exciting either. How inconvenient that Chris seemed to have stepped right out of some Abercrombie and Fitch wet dream fantasy. Bryan wasn't proud that he had a weakness for square-jawed blond Ken dolls with dreamy blue eyes, which he supposed would put him firmly on the shallow side of the pool, but Chris was more than Bryan's dream sex toy made life. Chris recently graduated ahead of schedule within the top two percent from Harvard and was now making a mark for himself in a Forbes Top Ten company. According to Bryan's son Adam, Chris was also the water polo team captain and star. Adam worshipped the ground Chris walked on - hell, Adam thought the world of Chris. Chris seemed to be able to do anything he put his mind to. Bryan found this aspect of Chris even more attractive than Chris' good looks, which really troubled him as that young man was too young for him and worse, his son's good friend. Yet how was he to stop Adam from bringing Chris back to the house? Thanks to Bryan's successful real estate ventures, their lives were very comfortable. Apart from the cleaning staff that came in every morning, Bryan and Adam were the only ones that lived in the house. The two men had roughly divided the house into two living areas - Adam's bachelor pad was at the left wing while Bryan made himself comfortable in his own living quarters in the right wing. Adam always brought Chris here for an afternoon lazy day by the pool on weekends and he had the right to do so as this was his house as much as Bryan's. Earlier today, Chris walked in from an emergency Sunday meeting at his office and Bryan nearly creamed his pants when Chris nonchalantly began stripping off his shirt, tie, and pants by the poolside right under Bryan's eyes - which he looked drop dead sexy in, naturally - before jumping into the pool clad only in a pair of shorts. He could hear those two men talking and laughing. He hated himself for wishing that there had better be nothing going on between Adam and Chris, although Bryan knew that Adam actively dated women and not men. Trying hard to shake off the improper desires he was feeling, Bryan tried to ignore Chris to concentrate on his book. James Carmack, or Chris as he'd like to be called, tuned out Adam Cranston's complains and thought of his friend's father. He was lying on his stomach on the floating pool air mini-mattress so he allowed his legs to spread wide to accommodate the heavy erection that always followed the surge of lust that Bryan Cranston never failed to kindle in his loins. He pressed his engorged cock bulge into the mattress, taking care to look like the attentive friend to Adam, and for the hundredth time that week, thought of making the move on Bryan. He wasn't proud of the fact that he was a kid born to a dirt-poor family. While he had managed to work hard and clawed his way out of the streets to be where he was today, there was still the bitter and envious part in him that resented people born to wealth. It was this ugly side of him that compelled him to befriend the gullible but wealthy Adam; Chris wanted to seduce and break his heart like he did to so many other lovers he'd had in the past. His plans were aborted even before he worked his way into Adam's heart when he met Adam's father. It was crazy, Chris thought with a wry smile to himself, how much he was attracted to Bryan. Bryan was handsome in a dork way, but he looked very much the harmless father one would find in family sitcoms. A little absent-minded at times, always genial and affable, and rarely the type to arouse exciting sexual passions in the people he came in contact with, Bryan nonetheless caught Chris' imagination the moment they were introduced. Perhaps it was the shared experiences they both had, for Bryan was born poor like Chris and they both knew what it felt like to be so desperate to free themselves from their barren poverty-stricken existence. Unlike Chris, Bryan had no dark sides, no resentment for the privileged folks that looked down on Chris when Chris was poor, and only generous welcome for someone like Chris. Chris felt ashamed when he was with Bryan because he knew the things he had done before - the things he almost did with Adam - would appall Bryan. And Chris craved for Bryan's respect and affection so much that it had become an obsession for him. It was a mistake to scare Bryan away soon after Chris met the man, Chris reflected. Maybe it was his too-long handshake or maybe it was the way he couldn't hide the lust in his eyes when he looked at Bryan, but Bryan began noticeably drawing away from Chris ever since. When Chris visited Adam just to see Bryan, the man would retreat to his side of the house. Chris didn't know how to mend the rift between them. He knew how to seduce people but damned if he knew how to make someone like him. Adam was asking him something. Chris shook off his increasingly gloomy thoughts and tried to focus on Adam. He didn't care for Adam as much as he seemed to. Oh, he liked that kid - even though they were the same age, he couldn't help thinking that he was much older, mentally, than Adam - but Adam hadn't known bitterness or desperation or hunger like Chris did. Adam was a younger version of Bryan but without his father's compelling depths. It occurred to Chris more than once that he'd make a good father to Adam. He could show this kid a thing or two about making it in the world... if Bryan would have Chris as a husband and a friend to take care of Adam with. "Why are you smiling?" Adam asked sullenly. "Just thinking," Chris said, trying to tamper his smile. It still amused him that he, the heartless bastard that he was, was actually making wedding plans involving a guy that most likely would run the other way if he knew who the real Chris was. "I wish Dad would understand me," Adam said. Chris studied Adam dispassionately. Adam was always short of money because he always got duped by people wanting him to invest in schemes that never worked. Adam had been burned by the Internet stock crash and fleeced by conmen pulling a fast one on him, among many misadventures. The kid meant well, but he was always trying to measure up his achievements against Bryan's and now Chris'. Adam wanted to be a successful entrepreneur when Chris could see that Adam lacked the business sense and ruthlessness needed to succeed in the cutthroat world of business. Chris could only slowly guide Adam to do the right thing. The fact that he had somehow become a responsible friend to Adam also amused Chris greatly, if it didn't make his heart hurt too because it only made him long for a family he didn't even know he wanted until he met Bryan and Adam. Chris still kept his old friends around him, but he found himself becoming more and more attached to the Cranston men. In a way, it made sense: his single friends were succumbing to the commitment bug one by one and through them, Chris realized that while fucking around could be fun, the whole singles scene was frivolous and empty compared to sharing intimate bonds with one single person that seemed to know his own soul. The realization made the crystallization of his feelings for Bryan much easier than it usually would. As Chris did what he knew best for Adam by telling the man in his half-irreverent, half-serious manner some advice Adam best heed, he couldn't help but to look at the house, where his favorite guy was somewhere inside, and wished that he had some advice for his own self as to what he could do with his feelings for Bryan. TWO Chris was awakened by a phone call two days later in the ungodly hours of the still pitch black morning. He rubbed his bare chest sleepily as he yawned before saying "Yeah?" into the phone. Alertness seized hold at once when he realized that it was Bryan at the other line. "Bryan?" he said, trying to calm the panicked man at the other line. "I don't know what to do," Bryan said as he buried his face in his hands an hour later. "I don't know whether I should call the cops." Chris turned to look at the man beside him before keeping his attention back on the road. "Don't worry; I'll take care of this." The fucking idiot Adam had vanished, leaving back a note to Bryan saying that he would be away for a few days but he would be okay. This was before Bryan received a call from the bank telling him that Adam had cleared up his entire bank account the day before. Bryan panicked, fearing that Adam had gotten involved with some really fucked-up mess this time. Chris, remembering Adam's excited babbles about meeting some people with some business idea only Adam would fall for, wished that the idiot didn't get into too much trouble this time. Right now they were driving to Vegas where Adam last used his credit card, hoping to find that kid. "I'm so sorry I dragged you into this," Bryan said. "I don't know what to do or who to turn to." "I'm glad to help," Chris told him. "Adam's my friend." It was true, in a way, he guessed. Chris never had friends but he was fond of Adam. That counted as friendship, right? "Thank you," Bryan said. "I'll think of a way for you to repay me," Chris couldn't resist saying, turning to smile mischievously at the other man. Bryan visibly flinched at that statement. "I'm sorry," Chris quickly said in genuine regret. "I don't mean it that way, Bryan, I - " "No, I'm just tired and worried, that's all," Bryan said weakly. The day turned out to be an exhausting blur of frantic events for Bryan. He was somewhat embarrassed to admit to himself that Chris did all the frantic running around while Bryan mostly listened, watched, or followed. He was still in shock at Adam's disappearance, and he couldn't help replaying the violent argument he and Adam had hours before Adam vanished. Guilt tore at his heart, causing self-loathing sobs to choke up in him. He felt guilty for calling Adam a few really nasty things he wished he had never did - in the heat of the moment, he had called Adam a fuck- up that kept pissing away money that Bryan was ashamed of. It was a despicable reaction on his part to cover up the panic he felt when Adam accused him of wanting to sleep with Chris. Bryan couldn't remember how that subject came up, it just did among the many bitter words father and son flung at each other, but he had instinctively tried to deny the accusation by hurting Adam in the worst way possible. This guilt paralyzed his thoughts, trapping him in self-loathing and guilt, and he was grateful that Chris was more than capable to carry them this far. He could only watch as Chris finished questioning the storekeeper where Adam's credit card was last spent and watched as the woman blushed at Chris' attractive grin. Chris really was a good-looking bastard and he knew how to work his charms to his advantage. Now, he lay on the motel bed and sighed. Maybe after a short nap he would be able to function instead of being a dead weight to Chris. Outside, it was night. Bryan could hear the shower being turned off. How could Chris be humming fucking Bruce Springsteen at a time like this? Bryan however clung to Chris' calm and composed demeanor like a drowning man clinging to a lifeboat. He was ashamed to admit that without Chris, he would be a babbling, hysterical mess by now. "Go to sleep, Bryan," Chris said as he walked into their bedroom. "We'll check out the motels and inns tomorrow." Bryan had to look, of course, and he was quite disappointed when Chris wasn't naked like he half expected but clad in baggy shorts and a white T-shirt that only hinted at his powerful musculature. "Thank you," he said again to Chris. "You're a lifesaver." "I'll do anything for you," Chris said. "And Adam," he added after a heartbeat's pause. Bryan sighed softly in pleasure as Chris climbed on the bed and placed one arm around Bryan's waist. Was he evil to deliberately press his back a little closer against Chris so that he could feel those chiseled muscles of that torso against his back? Memories of his fight with Adam - and the ugly accusations arose from Bryan's denial of his attraction to Chris - rose like a gorge on his throat, killing his desire, and Bryan realized that he was crying. Chris raised his body and gently placed his hand on Bryan's chin so that he could look at Bryan and gently wipe a tear away with his thumb. "I am attracted to you," Bryan confessed tearfully. "Adam knew it and I drove him away because he knew." "No, don't say that, Bryan," Chris said softly. "You love Adam, I know that. You didn't drive him away." "But I did," Bryan sobbed. And he told Chris everything - his lust, his shame, and his cruel words, they all came up in a tumble of jumbled words and tears. Throughout it all, Chris listened and held him until Bryan ran out of words and tears, drained by his confession. "Fuck me, Chris," Bryan blurted. He didn't care now if he was being selfish, but he needed to forget for a while - he needed Chris. And Chris didn't say a word. He kissed Bryan silently, and he was silent except for muted harsh breathings when his engorged cock filled Bryan's aching emptiness. In the silence of the night, their tongues mated in an erotic dance that mirrored the increasingly urgent dance of their mating hips as Chris' cock plunged and withdrew in Bryan's heated sheath. Only when Bryan convulsed and cried out in his ecstasy and Chris finally spilled his creamy fluids into Bryan that Chris finally groaned - a soft but harsh sound of a man defeated at last. And when Bryan in exhaustion managed to run his fingers through Chris' sweat-slicked hair, he saw that Chris' beautiful blue eyes, once so alive with confidence, were now dark with resignation. And Bryan felt that he had somehow wounded Chris very badly, although he didn't know why how he had inadvertently done so. "Don't be sad." Sad - what an inadequate word, Bryan thought. "Chris, what's wrong?" Chris looked back at Bryan from where he was standing at the window, looking out at nothing in particular, lost in his stormy thoughts. "Did I do well last night?" he asked softly. Taken aback by the man's steely vehemence in his voice, Bryan decided to trot with utmost care. Chris' posture was rigid and slightly trembling with barely restrained frustration. He looked like a very dangerous predator trying to control himself. "Well?" Bryan echoed, unable to comprehend Chris' mood. "Did I fuck you good?" Chris asked with a snarl. "You are ashamed of lusting after me, but you wanted me to fuck you anyway. So, Bryan, did I go a good job at it?" "Chris, I don't mean - " "I hate people like you," Chris said furiously. "Did you know that I was only thirteen when I fucked the butcher's wife so that I can get some leftover meat to feed my family? She liked some young meat and she offered me leftovers if I fucked her regularly and good. Fucking people like you was how I got the money to feed myself, school myself, hell, pay my way through college. I've fucked pretty cheerleaders that liked me in the backseat of my car but were ashamed to be seen with me in public. I've screwed men that wanted my cock but hated the way they wanted me. I thought you were different!" "Don't shout at me," Bryan said, and to his surprise, Chris did. The young man started to rake his fingers through his hair only to change his mind and sat heavily on the bed. "I'm not ashamed of what you are," Bryan explained, sitting beside the man. Chris didn't flinch, so that was a good sign, Bryan guessed. "I'm ashamed that me, a forty-something man, would want you because why would you want someone like me, right? It's pathetic, I felt like a dirty old man lusting after some young stud." "I never think that you're too old," Chris said fiercely. "I don't care about age. I don't give a damn that you don't have a rock hard body or you aren't as young as me. You know what I want, Bryan? I want you, all of you, the way that you are right now. I like the lines around your eyes, Bryan, and I love every curve on your body. Your beer belly is sexy, your rounded buttocks drive me crazy so much that I want to push my face between them and eat your ass, and fucking hell, Bryan, I love having so much of you to hold and play with." "Enough," Bryan said with a choked laugh. He laughed because otherwise he would cry again in his screwed-up emotional state. "I think I believe you." "Don't be ashamed of me," Chris begged in a pleading whisper. "I'm not," Bryan reassured him. "Now that I know how you feel, I..." He sighed. There was always Adam to consider. Adam wouldn't like this. "If you will let me, I think it's time I let Adam know that he should stop acting like some baby and be his own person," Chris said. "We'll find him, Bryan," he said, correctly reading Bryan's expression. "And once we do, I'll be happy to play a bigger role in his life as someone more than a friend, maybe a father if you will let me." He sighed and waited for Bryan to answer his unasked question. "We'll have to find him first," Bryan said. "And once we do, we'll talk about us." Chris nodded. "Fair enough," he said. "Chris?" "Yeah?" "Why did you fuck me if you didn't want to?" Bryan asked. "Because you needed me last night," Chris answered. "I have said that I would do anything for you and I mean every word I said." His heated gaze at Bryan were desirious, hungry, and pleading. "You only have to ask and I will answer and obey always. I am yours; you have absolute power over me, Bryan. What you want to do, break me or make me, is up to you." THREE It was rather anticlimactic how they found Adam - stuck in jail for creating a public disturbance in a wedding chapel. It turned out that Adam invested in some ridiculous get-rich-quick scheme despite Chris' advice and when he realized that he had been cheated of his savings, he decided to come out all the way here to confront the conmen and demand his money back. Bryan watched as Adam and Chris argued. Or rather, Adam was trying to provoke a fight but Chris, Bryan noticed, was slowly getting to Adam and defusing the man's temper. Why hadn't he noticed this before, that Chris was the perfect father figure for Adam despite the two men's similar age? Chris told him the morning after they'd slept together that he was twenty-four but he was much older in thoughts and experiences than Adam. "You teach me to stop hating before the hatred destroys me," Chris told Bryan. Now, Bryan found himself seriously contemplating a relationship between him and Chris. Adam might not like it, but maybe the both of them could work things out with Adam. He remembered what Chris told him about Adam wanting to earn his approval by becoming just like him, and told Adam the best he could that Adam didn't have to win his approval. Bryan told his son that he was truly sorry for the things he told Adam during their fight and Adam should just do what he really wanted to do in life and Bryan would support him all the way. Right now Adam was still too upset to listen or believe him, but Bryan hoped that soon Adam would calm down and let Bryan's words sink in. As Chris left them alone to settle their motel room bill, Bryan told Adam that he really was attracted to Chris. "Does that disgust you?" he asked Adam, pleading his son with his eyes to say that it was okay for Bryan to sleep with Chris. "No," Adam said finally. "Do what you want, Dad," he added. "And it's obvious that Chris is crazy about you." "Really?" Bryan couldn't help asking. "Hell, he had to be. He is always talking about you. When we are out with friends and we complain about our parents, Chris will come out and defend you as the smartest man in the world. I thought he was just being nice and fair like always, but last week I came across. well, remember that time when we three went to Bermuda for the holidays? You took a photo with him. Well, I saw that photo framed at his bedside table and I knew then that he likes you a lot." "Oh." Bryan had been trying to adjust to his realization that Chris' feelings for him went beyond superficial lust, but he still felt some pangs of nervousness when he realized that Chris wanted a kind of relationship that Bryan wasn't sure he could commit to. Adam wasn't smiling when he told Bryan about Chris and the photo. "Why are you so angry, Adam?" he asked. "I screwed up, okay?" Adam snapped, jumping to his feet. "Doesn't that make you and fucking Chris happy? Fuck, Dad, just once I wish I can do something without having you guys saving me and letting me know that you are always fucking right and I don't know anything!" "Maybe you're just not cut out - " "Stop it," Adam said angrily. "I'm sick and tired of you two telling me that I want to do this because I'm some stupid kid wanting to be just like his father. It never occurred to you, Dad, that I actually want to be a successful businessman? I followed you around when I was a kid, Dad, and I watched you charm those customers. I watched you work and guess what, Dad, I realized that I loved doing those things that you did. I like doing what I do, but I keep fucking up and I am tired of you guys telling me that I should do something else." Adam sobbed and fell back on the seat. "Adam, listen to me," Bryan said in his rare stern voice. Adam looked at Bryan, as he always did when Bryan went into his stern daddy mode. "I'm not saying that you should give up if this is what you want to do," Bryan told his son. "You must understand that I didn't become successful overnight either. Before I went into real estate, I had a few failures too. There were restaurant that didn't work out and a construction firm that flopped after that. I know what it feels like to fail, son. All I'm asking you is to use your head and think before you make any decision. It is not some sign of failure if you find yourself uncertain about certain matters and have to ask me for help. I didn't become who I am without getting help from others, Adam. You can ask for advice or help from people that know more than you. I sure did when I went into real estate and didn't know anything about the business. I won't stop you from trying to be a businessman; all I'm asking is to give me a chance to help you. You don't come to me when you need help." "No, I go to Chris," Adam muttered. "I know Chris can come off as very arrogant," Bryan said with a chuckle. "He's actually worse than that," Adam said. "He thinks he is always right. And the son of a bitch always is." At least they were talking more calmly now, Bryan thought with relief. "I am much more humble than Chris," he said simply. "But you're my father," Adam said as if that explained everything. Maybe it did. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you as much as I should, Adam," Bryan told his son. "I spent too much time working, I know, and when your mother died, I retreated even more into my work. When you disappeared, I realized how selfish I had been to think so much about my ownself without considering that you need me to. I am very grateful to Chris because he is there for you when I'm not." "It's not so bad, Dad." Adam bit his lower lip. Both men weren't used to talking so openly about their emotions. "I'm not a kid anymore and I don't need constant babysitting." "But I'll be here from now on if you need any help. You can ask anything, Adam - money, advice, help, someone to talk to, maybe - and I'll do my best to help you." Adam nodded and they both lapsed into silence as none of them could think of anything else that needed to be said. "I'm not perfect and I won't be thinking less of you if you aren't either," Bryan finally said. "I love you, kid, you know that, right?" "I guess this is where we hug each other and make up?" Adam asked, trying to crack a joke although his voice cracked a little in the process. "Come over here and give your father a hug," Bryan said, following his words with mock stern growl. But both father and son's embrace was solid and lasted longer than both men intended, the first step in a slow but steady reconciliation for the both of them. "You okay, Adam?" Chris asked as he sat down beside his friend on the swing in the porch. "Mom used to sit here with me and told me stories," Adam just said. "I'm sorry about your mother." "And I really think you mean it," Adam said, turning to give Chris an inscrutable look. "You really serious about my Dad?" "Yeah," Chris said without hesitation. "Fuck, it's quite disgusting." "Because I'm sleeping with your Dad?" "No, because the both of you are always right most of the time and two of you together will be really insufferable to live with!" Adam shook his head. "Why should I be disgusted with you and my Dad sleeping together? I mean, it's not about the gay thing or we won't be friends for this long. I have some doubts about the age difference and hell, he is my Dad, Chris, and Dads aren't supposed to have sex, right?" "He is a really good fuck," Chris couldn't resist saying. "I don't want to know," Adam cut in quickly. "Sheesh, Chris, you could have had so many guys you wanted. You always dated those guys around your age and I think all of them had been more handsome than Dad. Why Dad, anyway?" Chris shrugged. "He and I can talk about things and I respect him, I guess. I can't imagine being with anyone else after meeting your Dad. And I'm sorry to say this, but I think your Dad's sexy as hell too." "Man, you're weird." "Do you hate me, Adam?" Chris asked softly. Adam didn't answer for a while. "Sometimes, I think," he said finally. "There are times when you get along with Dad so well, better than I ever could, and I hate that. You're so fucking perfect, Chris - you're gorgeous, smart, athletic, and people adore you. I don't know why you become my friend and introduce me to all the cool people, and while I'm grateful for what you did for me, I sometimes hate you, yeah. Because I want to be like you and I can't." Chris would never tell Adam about his aborted plan to seduce Adam for his own cruel games. Instead, he told Adam how he wasn't perfect. Holding nothing back, he told Adam about his less than pristine past, such as how his sold his body for money and food until he finally had saved enough money to quit the sordid business, his hatred for himself and the people he serviced that spilled over onto everyone he met that he deemed more privileged than he was, and his cruel games of seduction, and finally, his self-loathing at what he had become to be where he was today. "You're jealous of me?" Chris said, trying to keep his tone light- hearted. "I'm jealous of you too. You didn't have to do the things I did to survive. I envy you, Adam, because you can still laugh and have fun without wondering whether there is a price to pay for the happier moments in your life. Maybe that's why I want to be your friend, Adam. You remind me to keep laughing. You and Bryan both taught me to stop thinking that the world is against me and that I can stop thinking that I must hurt people first before they manage to hurt me." He turned to look at Adam, pleading at the man with his eyes. "Please, Adam, let me be with your father. I'm asking you this because I am crazy about your father more than anything, hell, I don't think I'm crazy about myself this much like I'm crazy about your father. But I need to know that I will still be your friend after what happened between me and your father." "I..." Adam was at a loss for words. "I never imagine that you care about my feelings this much," he said his thoughts aloud. "We've been friends for years," Chris reminded him. "I can't be free to be with your father unless I know that you're okay with this." "Well, okay, I guess," Adam said. "You're both grown-ups anyway." Adam looked startled at how Chris relaxed after Adam had spoken. Chris only smiled at him, his smile without its usual hint of self- effacing bitterness, and said simply, "Thank you." Chris' urgent moans rose in a masculine crescendo into a powerful roar of male triumph as he gripped Bryan's thighs hard and rammed his cock hard into Bryan's climaxing fleshy anus. As he began pumping in short, hard thrusts, he felt his nuts tightened as the powerful surge of orgasm crashed against the dam of his control, shattered it and causing his semen to spew in fiery spurts with each thrust of his cock. The bed rattled in protest as the two men coupled lustily, the motions of their mating hips never stopping even as Chris smoothly turned them around so that Bryan was now stradding him on top. Bryan gripped the headboard of his bed and pressed his chin against the wall, crying out the obscene things he wanted Chris to keep doing to him as he let the lingering esctasy from his last orgasm slowly ebb even as he began riding his virile young lover's still hard cock in a frenzy he had never experienced before. Chris reached out from behind to play with Bryan's sensitized nipples as his hips rose and fell to meet Bryan's ass pounding up and down on his cock, his mouth greedily suckling on the flesh of Bryan's back, leaving reddened French kiss bruises on the skin until Bryan just had to felt that clever mouth on his nipples. Chris protested when Bryan lifted himself off that cock, only to be placated when Bryan turned around so that he was facing Chris before feeding that cock back into his greedy ass. And then Bryan was in heaven as an orgy of pleasurable sensations tore through his body, pulsing from his nipples being sucked and teased by Chris' mouth and fingers to his burning prostate stimulated by Chris' increasingly violent fucking. It was almost ten in the morning when Chris finally fell back, exhausted and drained, onto Bryan's back after sending Bryan nearly into a swoon. Bryan could only lie on the bed and looked at the ceiling, thinking that wow, he couldn't remember having so many orgasms in one single romp in the bed before. How many did he have? He lost count after eleven. His body was so sensitized by the pleasure overload, his ass was wonderfully sore, and he couldn't move a muscle if he wanted to because he was so drained, so satiated, and feeling never more alive. Chris, being younger and hence more energetic, was nonetheless flushed and his cock was truly flaccid this time as he placed his left arm possessively over Bryan's waist as the man snuggled close to Bryan. Chris' thigh grazed his balls as he lifted it over Bryan's right thigh - damn, his testicles felt as if he had drained every drop in them. Bryan looked at his handsome young man and to his surprise, felt the first stirrings of his rekindled desire as he studied the man's well-muscled body, the golden tanned skin slick with sweat, and at Chris' stunningly handsome face, into eyes that seemed to gaze right into Bryan's soul. He let his hand graze Chris' slicked wet and matted pubic hair and his fingers began teasing that reddened fuckjuice-covered cock that had fucked him so well. "Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready," Chris said with a groan and a smile. Bryan kissed him hungrily, and Chris was more than ready in three minutes.