NIGHT VISIT

Barry Alexander

 

 

 

 

 

His security system was the best. I should know; I’d helped install it. Slipping through the shadows between the massive oaks, I evaded the cameras and alarm beams. No security lights glared. He liked the dark. My Nikes and jeans were damp from the dew-soaked grass. The heavy scent of lilacs drifted on the night breeze. Undisturbed by my silent passage, bats continued on their solitary night hunt.

While congratulating myself on my stealth, I saw a giant shadow racing across the lawn. Shit! I’d forgotten the dog. Huge paws struck my chest and slammed me into the ground. Pinned beneath his weight, afraid to move, I stared into his gaping, fang-filled maw. You don’t mess with rottweilers.

I tried not to breathe; the dog’s breath could have asphyxiated a wino. Memory clicked just as the huge tongue started polishing my face.

“Darth, you big bastard! Get off.” I shoved and he let me up, whining and dancing and wagging his big butt. I thumped his chest. I’d missed him, too. He bounced at my heels while I located the panel and disconnected the alarms. I felt like a burglar sneaking into the darkened house. My key still fit. He hadn’t bothered to change the locks. He wasn’t usually so trusting, but I guess he never expected me to come back. Pushing the dog aside, I slid inside. I knew he would be alone, asleep and vulnerable; it was why I had come.

All the staff was gone, but then he never kept much staff. Even old Alfred got a night off now and then. He didn’t mind being alone. He was damned good at taking care of himself.

I felt strange moving through the familiar rooms. Very little had changed—a new painting, a chair relocated. It was almost like I’d never left. For a moment, I felt like the distraught sixteen-year-old boy who’d been forced to leave the only home he’d known since his parents’ accidental deaths.

I wasn’t sixteen anymore. I wasn’t a boy at all. A year of prep school and two years of college athletics, weightlifting, and burgeoning hormones had packed a sizable amount of muscle on my basically slim five-ten frame.

Thick carpet muffled my steps as I threaded the maze of rooms, breaking the bands of moonlight shimmering from the leaded-glass windows. My elongated shadow mounted the steps ahead of me. He was a light sleeper, but he’d taught me how to move silently, as he had taught me how to develop the new muscles in my adolescent body. He had taught me a lot of things. I owed him for that. I owed him for a lot of things.

A huge bed dominated the sparsely furnished room. The few pieces were solid, simple, and functional. Light flooded the curtainless room. He liked watching the night.

My rubber soles made no sound on the polished oak floor. He was sprawled on his back, sheets tangled at his feet. I smiled; he’d gone back to sleeping in the nude.

Moonlight pooled on his broad chest. I’d been proud of my new body—until I saw his again, massive pectorals covered with a thick mat of dark hair, bulging biceps impossible to hide even in his three-piece suits, and the large, soft penis nestled between his powerful thighs. His body was magnificent. And I was having my first really good look at his genitals. I took my time. The size and thickness of his cock awed me. The large helmet-shaped head was sheathed in a long foreskin that terminated in a twisted nipple of skin. His balls were richly feathered, hanging low and heavy beneath his cock. I inhaled the slightly musky scent of clean male body, and my own cock swelled. I settled its length more comfortably down the leg of my jeans, then sat on the bed.

“Bruce,” I said softly. He was awake instantly, body tensed for action. When he recognized me, he slowly relaxed.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. Puzzlement and a certain amount of hostility colored his voice. We hadn’t parted on friendly terms.

Unable to resist the temptation, I laid my hand on his warm, bare chest. His body stiffened, but he didn’t push me away.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Now?” he said with outraged incredulity.

“Believe me, now is the perfect time.”

“For you, maybe.”

“For both of us.”

His chest rose in anger. I felt the deep rumble of his voice through my fingers. “You couldn’t think of anything to say in the last three years except that damned note—‘I’m alive. Don’t worry.’ And now you want to talk?”

He frowned at my hand on his chest and started to sit up, to pull away. I pushed him back, enjoying his surprise at my new strength. He settled back, unwilling to use his power against mine. “Hear me out. You owe me that.” He was silent, so I continued. “It took a long time to figure things out, even longer to find the courage to return. I hated you for sending me away.”

“I told you why,” he said quietly.

“Part of the reason. You were afraid I’d get hurt and that you’d be the one to do it. That’s why you sent me to that fancy European school. You wanted me as far away as you could send me.”

His massive body tensed under my touch. It was as good as a lie detector. Bruce was skilled at controlling his expression, but the slight changes in breathing told me when I hit the truth.

“You should have stayed there instead of running off like some damned fool kid.”

“You knew where I was.” I tried to hold my anger. “I knew you’d be able to track that note. You never came after me.” I hoped he hadn’t noticed the break in my voice. It still hurt.

“Your choice,” he said coldly. “I didn’t want you to run. You were getting good grades, working your way through school.”

I detected the faint touch of pride under his words. My anger faded. “And you thought it was safer. I was blind not to see it, all those times you pushed me away. You knew how I felt. You thought I was just a kid, too young to know what I was doing. You couldn’t let yourself react.”

Slowly I traced a line across his damp chest with one finger. “I’m not a kid anymore, Bruce,” I said softly. “I know what I want. What we both want.” His body quivered under my touch, but he set his square jaw and glared at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t want to know.”

My hand slid gently between his sculptured pecs, crossed the ripples of his taut stomach, and spiraled around his belly button. The shudder was stronger this time. I could see the first swelling of the huge cock cradled between his thighs.

I smiled. “Then why are you trembling?”

“Physiological reaction to unexpected stimulus. Automatic neurological response.” He shrugged, his face impassive. “It means nothing. I think you’d better leave. We definitely don’t have anything to talk about.” The granite in his voice hardened to steel, and the glaciers in his eyes locked deep in polar winter.

He was convincing. I flushed, certain I’d made more fool of myself than I had at sixteen. I was about to apologize when I realized that for all his protest, Bruce hadn’t moved one inch away. I tried to read him, but his face was set as hard as the will behind it. I had to try one more time.

“For all our disagreements, you’ve never lied to me. Tell me I’m wrong, Bruce. Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t…” He started to say, roughly.

I swallowed hard, afraid of the answer but unable to look away from his eyes. “Don’t what? Tell me then.”

The ice melted. “You know I can’t,” Bruce said so softly I almost didn’t hear. “Damn it, why did you have to be so beautiful?” As if he couldn’t help himself, he slowly reached up and tangled his fingers in the loose mane of my hair. He sighed deeply as he stroked it.

Now it was my turn to quiver. “I was right.”

“Yes, damn you.”

“I thought you were angry at me, that you didn’t even like me, but you’d gotten yourself stuck with me. You kept pushing me away, but I never stopped hoping there was something I could do to make you like me. I tried so hard to make you like me.”

“Like you?” He sounded almost angry. “You were sixteen. I was your guardian, and I loved you more than I ever loved anyone in my life. I had to drive you away. You were too young; it wasn’t decent. I had to get you out of this house. I didn’t trust myself: wanting you, seeing you every day, and knowing that all I had to do was let it happen.” He broke off with a snort of self-derision. “God. Listen to me. I’ve no right saying this stuff to you. I’m fourteen years older than you.”

I’d never thought that the separation had hurt him too, but I couldn’t deny the pain I saw in his eyes. “I don’t care how old you are. I never thought of you as a father.” I drew patterns through the silky curls around his nipples. He gasped as my thumb brushed the hard nub. The feeling of power was incredible, as intoxicating as the rush of blood to my aching cock. That huge, beautiful body was helpless and trembling under my touch.

“Why did you come back now?”

“I met someone.” He didn’t move, but he pulled back. “It didn’t work out. He was gorgeous, and I liked him, but he wasn’t you.”

For once his face was unmasked. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. I think he was close to crying. I know I was. “Shut up and do what I’ve wanted for so long. Touch me. Please.”

His big hand slid under my hair and cupped the back of my neck. Slowly he drew me down until our lips touched. I threw my arms around him, shaking with need and want. For a long time, we simply held each other, content, until our bodies demanded more.

Bruce crushed me to him, probing every inch of my mouth. Reveling in the taste and texture, I teased my tongue along the edge of his and lapped the underside.

He broke away. “How in the hell much experience do you have?”

“Not a lot,” I said with a wide grin. “But a college education sure makes you well read.”

His lips moved down my throat, nibbling and drawing the heated flesh into his mouth. “I don’t remember them offering this class.”

“Individual study project.”

Slowly, deliciously, his lips moved up the bulging veins of my throat. His mouth swooped down on mine, devouring me, taking control and possessing me. His tongue did something indescribable; I started leaking precum, frantically grinding my cock against his.

He laughed. “Didn’t your studies cover that?”

“No,” I gasped. “I think I need a private tutor.”

He slipped his powerful hands under my T-shirt, slid them up my back, and embraced my shoulders. “I could suggest someone.”

I sat up and straddled his stomach. For a long time, I looked down at him: the strong lines of his face, his full sensuous lips, the knot where his nose had been broken. For the first time, I noticed the tracing of lines around his deep gray eyes. I had never seen his face so vulnerable, filled with naked longing and a need as strong as my own. It was too intense. I forced a smile. My hands wandered the forest on his chest until I found his hard nubs. I tugged them gently.

“Is he hard?” I asked wickedly.

He knew the moment was too much for me. “Can’t you tell?” he asked lightly, rocking his hips against me. The blunt knob of his cock rose between my cheeks and nudged the small of my back.

“Definitely.” Reaching behind me, I circled as much of its heated girth as I could. “But what about homework?”

“He’ll keep you up studying for hours.”

“Mmmmmm. Sounds perfect. When can he start?”

“I happen to know he can give you the next several hours of his undivided attention. But you do have a problem—you’re overdressed for his class.” He peeled my T-shirt over my head.

I stood up to remove my jeans. He stopped me. “Let me.” I stood between his widespread thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed. Deftly, his fingers unbuckled my belt and popped my jeans. One warm hand rested on my back as he slid the zipper down.

I held my breath, trembling, as he slid his hand inside my tightly packed jeans. His rough palm pressed against me.

“Nice.” He eased my jeans off my hips. My cock sprang free, bobbed, and slapped against my belly. Though it was nowhere near the size of his—it was six-and-a-half inches, cut, slim like the rest of my body—my dick was well formed and straight. I was proud of it, of the large, heart-shaped head that sprouted like a bright red mushroom over the stiff ivory stalk, dangling a thin streamer of precum.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His warm palms caressed the hard planes of my chest and my tightly ridged abs. “You’ve grown so much.”

The slow, intimate touch sent delicious shivers down my spine and made the hairs on my arms rise. He pushed my jeans lower so I could step out. I kicked off my shoes and moved closer between his legs. I could feel the heat of his thighs against my skin. His legs were as hairy as the rest of his body, making my flesh prickle where they rasped against my skin.

“I missed you so much, boy,” Bruce said softly. Enveloping me in his big bear arms, he gave me another soul-wrenching kiss. When he let me go, I nibbled down his body until my lips touched his groin. I moved lower, licking his balls, breathing deeply the mingled odors of soap and sweat and sex. I tried to swallow his ’nads, but they were too big. I mouthed them, laving them with my tongue, and soaked the hair with my saliva. I loved the feel of them, rolling like ripe plums under velvet. His cock jerked, and a large crystal bead of precum cascaded down my nose. The heady male fragrance drew me to his cock. The purple glans budded through his foreskin as I slowly licked my way upwards.

He groaned, grabbed my head, and pushed me away. “No! Don’t.”

I was puzzled. “Didn’t you like that?”

“It was incredible, but we can’t; I’m out.”

“Out?”

“Out of condoms.”

“No problem. It doesn’t matter,” I said.

“Like hell it doesn’t. Without protection, we can’t do anything but touch. Damn!”

“That’s not going to be enough, Bruce. Look in my pocket.”

He reached down and snagged my jeans. “I hope you haven’t been carrying this around for three years,” he said as he pulled a condom out of my wallet.

“Not that one. Look in the other pocket.”

“I can’t believe this! You brought the whole fucking box!” He laughed and fell back on the bed, pulling me on top of him.

“K-Y too.” I was planning on staying awhile.

“You get extra credit for this, kid.” He kissed me hungrily while his hands fumbled the box. He ripped it open, spilling foil packets. They flashed in the moonlight as they fell like silver rain over our naked bodies.

Sharp edges of foil pressed into my skin as his hands urged my hips forward. I scooted up, dragging my balls over the sweat-matted hair on his chest. “Closer.” He guided me until my balls grazed his lips. His mouth opened and sucked them in. He drew on them steadily, holding them in place when they shifted and tried to rise.

His hand encircled my cock, stroking it, rubbing it against his face, dipping his thumb in the open slit and greasing the wide-flanged head. Head thrown back, muscles taut, I struggled not to come from the sheer pleasure of his touch.

He released my aching cock to rip open the packet. His hands shook as he slid the latex over my dripping dick. Impaling himself on the throbbing length, he swallowed my cock all the way. His lips brushed my pubic hair, kissing me as his tongue slithered around, stroking the sides and bottom of my cock. I reached for his rod to return some of the pleasure that he was giving me, but he pinned my hands at my hips. “Later,” he mumbled around my meat, and drove himself back down on me.

Then I forgot everything except the feeling of his hot, slick mouth around my cock. I squirmed, struggling to free my hands and control the unbearable sensations. He moved my hands to his head and let me go. I sank my fingers deep into his thick hair and pushed him away. My spasms eased, and I thought I could hold back. I was wrong. His tongue flickered over my cockhead, pushing the latex into my slit. With a growl, I drove my hips forward and slammed my cock down his throat. One thrust, two, and the juice boiled in my balls. I couldn’t hold it, or my screams, as the first blast tore through my cock. I couldn’t stop. I had never cum so hard. Six, seven times, I felt the thick strings of cream bolt into the reservoir.

His hands locked my hips in place. I gasped for air, aware of every tiny movement of his mouth. My cock was so hypersensitive that I would have screamed again if he had tried to touch it. He let it rest easily in the heat of his mouth, cushioned on his tongue. When it finally softened, he let it slip between his lips.

Carefully, he slid the condom off my flaccid dick. To my astonishment, he tipped the whole glistening mass over his chest, massaging it into his hair. “I may not be able to taste it, but at least I can enjoy the feel.”

The smell of my own cum spiced with the clean sweat of his body made my mouth water. I leaned forward to slurp the hot, sticky fluid. It was incredibly erotic; I found myself getting hard sooner that I’d thought possible.

His hands skated over my sweat-slick ass. His powerful fingers kneaded the round globes, making me grind my groin against his hard cock. His fingers teased the sparse hairs lining my crease. My tongue lashed his nipple, making it swell and harden. I wanted to taste every inch of his body, but there was something I wanted even more. He worked one cum-slick finger through my tight hole. I tried to open to him, but my sphincter resisted. He was patient, teasing and coaxing my anal ring to relax and permit full penetration. I loved the feel of him inside me, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted all of him, every inch of that beautiful cock.

Searching through the tangle of silk sheets, my hand closed on the K-Y. I sat up and dropped the tube in his hand, closing my fingers over it. “I think I’m ready for advanced lessons.”

He hesitated. “Are you sure about this? You’re pretty tight.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” I smiled at the look of surprise and pleasure on his face. He hadn’t expected me to be cherry. “Right now, there’s nothing I want more.” I started to get on my hands and knees, but he gently pushed me on my back.

“No. I want to see you when I take you. I want to watch your face as I come inside you the first time.”

Kneeling between my legs, he cradled my butt on his powerful thighs. He held our cocks together and slathered them with lube. I could feel his heart beating where his dick pressed against mine. His cock towered over mine. I shivered at the size of the monster that was going to invade my ass. I wasn’t sure if I could take it, but I was damned well going to try.

My cockhead snuggled the soft folds of skin gathered around his crown. When he released his grip, my cock snapped against my belly.

He drove his slippery cock up and down my crack, teasing me with its heat and firmness. He thumped the head against my tight hole, slid it down my sweat-slick channel, and thumped me again. It was so close to where I wanted it to be, I whimpered when he stopped to roll on a rubber and lube my hole.

He spent a long time working the lube inside me. His fingers circled, then zeroed in and pushed gently against my quivering hole. I gasped as his fingertip slid inside and bumped my prostate. He stroked it gently. I wiggled and squirmed in delight.

Bruce laughed. “You like that, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” I sighed. It felt so good, I scarcely noticed when he slipped a second finger inside. He worked them in and out, breaking down my resistance and preparing me for himself. As wonderful as his fingers felt pistoning my ass, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

“Please,” I begged. “I want all of you inside me.”

He whipped his fingers out and placed his cock against me. He hesitated. I could see the worry in his eyes. I hooked my legs over his shoulders and pushed out, trying to show him how much I wanted him. I closed my eyes against the pain as the broad helmet spread me open. I felt like I was being split apart. He eased back.

“No, don’t stop,” I gasped, pushing against him, inviting the pain. Slowly my sphincter dilated, then clamped around his ridge. The head of his cock was in.

He let me get used to the incredible feeling of a man’s cockhead buried in my ass. He leaned down and kissed me before he continued the delicious invasion of my body. Inch by inch, his cock conquered the hidden recesses of my body.

He tried to be gentle. It hurt, but I didn’t care. I wanted him deeper inside me; I wanted to hold him so hard and so deep that he would never let me go.

I couldn’t believe it when I felt the rough hairs of his pubes against me. Amazed, I touched the thick base of his cock pressed tight against me.

“You took it, every inch,” Bruce said proudly.

He rocked his hips, pumping me slowly. I rolled my cock in the lake of precum on my belly. Shivers of pleasure tingled down my spine. He growled low in his throat when I tugged on his hard nipples. His hips undulated as he increased the pace. He drove his cock into every hungry corner of my bowels. He gave a series of hard thrusts, spiking against my prostate.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. My body spasmed. Screams tore my throat as my cock lashed his chest with ropes of hot cream. He came when I did. Shadows hooded the face of the man gasping above me. He locked his arms around me and shuddered his pleasure against me, bruising me with the strength of his arms. I didn’t mind. I think I left a few bruises of my own—my arms and legs were clamped so tightly around him.

He collapsed against me, his body draped over mine like a dark cape. Gradually, his grip eased. As he gently kissed me, I watched the lust fade from his eyes, leaving only the love.

I was home.