A College Couple Goes Home For Christmas

by BillyC

3 Jan 2017 5440 readers Score 9.0 (138 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Hope you've all had great holidays and are looking forward to an awesome 2017. This is a long-overdue follow-on to the story of two college jocks who found each other and found love and are progressing now, two years later. If you haven't read the prior four installments, which Bjorn has graciously reposted for me within the past week or so, I hope you like the story enough to read all about Alec and Gregg.


A College Couple Goes Home For Christmas - A College Man Part 5

a work of fiction by BillyC / [email protected] 

"Dude, seriously, c'mon. We're going to miss the flight!"

"'Dude'? The last time you called me 'dude' was when you still thought you were straight! What are you doing - practicing your butch swagger so your parents don't suspect what a cock-crazed cum whore bottom bitch you are?" Alec had stopped digging through his backpack to face his lover of two years, Gregg, the star water polo jock who'd captured his heart - and his balls.

"Hey!" Gregg snapped back, sharply enough that Alec missed a breath. "That's YOUR bottom bitch who's crazy for YOUR cock and is a total whore for every drop of YOUR cum, thank you kindly!" He'd advanced on Alec as he corrected him, and he'd stopped with his nose millimeters from Alec's. And had Alec's hardening cock in a tight grip through his jeans, causing Alec's breathing to become a little ragged.

"You want to make that flight?" Alec asked, almost panting as Gregg rubbed his stiff cock.

"I want you more, stud!"

Alec grabbed Gregg roughly and pivoted him around, pushing his face downward over his open suitcase. As he did he reached under Gregg and with amazing dexterity got his belt and jeans undone and ripped the button fly open. Then, he yanked the jeans down along with Gregg's sexy tight short boxer briefs, and he dove into Gregg's fuzzy crack and hole face-first.

"Oh, yeah, Al, oh my God you know I love that!" Gregg moaned and clutched the bedsheet under the open backpack his face was shoved in. He recognized the feel of the slick compression shorts Alec preferred, and it excited him even more thinking of his face buried in a pair sweaty after a long run or hard workout.

Gregg was gyrating his ass, grinding back into Alec's face, onto his tongue, loving it. But Alec had only one thing in mind - spit-lube Gregg's hole, fuck him hard and fast and unload . . . and not miss their plane and face questions from Gregg’s parents. He hocked up as much spit and snot as he could and tongue-plunged it in as deep as he could while he got his own jeans undone and down.

The college varsity team captain whined like a bitch in heat when Alec suddenly disengaged. "Al, don't--"

"Don't tel me what to do!" Alec barked down at him as he shoved his briefs down. "Your fault. Now you take the consequences!" He spat another glob directly into Gregg's crack and then drooled as much as he could on his raging cock and swiped it around with his hand. When he shoved his wide, blunt cockhead against his lover's fuzzy pucker, Gregg pushed back and growled.

There was no time and no patience for any ease or gentleness. Alec shoved HARD past Gregg's tight pucker getting a roar from him, his head and shoulders rearing up. Alec pushed him down roughly and drove farther into him, this time getting a cry of, "Oh fuck yeah. Own my hole, Al!"

There was a time, at the beginning, when Gregg was indulging feelings and desires he didn't know much about other than that they were wrong for a stud college jock to have, especially about his teammates, especially when he became co-captain! Then it took time for him to open himself - literally - to anything other than Alec's tongue. He vigorously used Alec's holes with equal enthusiasm, and he quickly learned he loved sucking Alec's long, veiny cock.

Truth be told, Gregg had been Alec's fantasy for a long time. Also true was that Alec was completely versatile when they first got together. So being a bit Beta at the outset to Gregg's Alpha was not only acceptable, it played a bit into Alec's long-lived fantasies about the big, burly captain of his team. But once Gregg made it clear he wanted to give Alec everything Alec gave him, wanted Alec to enjoy everything he did, Alec took his virginity, leaving Gregg profoundly satisfied and wanting more.

Over the time they'd had together it turned out that Gregg had a sub side that, when stoked, was white hot. It also evolved that Alec had an Alpha side that was strong when complemented by his lover's Beta. And then it evolved that more than three-quarters of the time Alec pitched, Gregg caught, and every play of every game was full of home runs for both of them.

Alec had hold of Gregg's nearly-buzz-cut hair, yanking his head back with his slender fingers managing the grip. Filthy talk spewed from his mouth as he slammed Gregg deep and hard. "Work my fucking load out of me! C'mon put that pussy to work and milk my cock! You know you want my load - you fucking dream of being filled with seed don't you, whore?"

"YOUR seed, Al. I fucking NEED your seed. Fuck it into me!" Gregg shouted back and met every ramming thrust and worked his lover's slamming fuckpole with his well-muscled cunt.

"C'MON!" Alec shouted. "You want it? Take it from me!"

And Gregg did exactly that, fucking himself back onto Alec's wild thrusts, clenching and massaging with muscle moves he'd practiced to proficiency. "Like that, stud? Still think you're in control?" Gregg growled as he felt Alec's cock thicken inside him, the thick, blunt head widening and reaming him harder, knowing Alec's release was near.

"OHHHHH YEAHHHHHH, work my cock!" Alec moaned in vibrato from the intense collisions of his groin and Gregg's tailbone with each thrust. At that point it didn't matter who was in control so long as they both got off!

Gregg shifted slightly and began taking hits to his prostate that sent him into orbit as Alec was about to blow. Still clenching when his body wasn't spasming from the intensity of the jolts as cock pummeled p-spot, it wasn't more than a handful of thrusts later that hey both careened over the edge.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Alec shouted as his body first seized, his cock ground as deep into Gregg's musclebutt as he could get, then erupted in spasms and spurts. "TAAAAAKE IT!"

Gregg was erupting himself, his body bucking through his climax, pinned down on Alec's blasting cock. "FUCKING GIIIIIIVE IT TO MEEEE!" he cried out.  

They finally collapsed in a heap, sweaty, struggling for breath. Alec's face was in the back of Gregg's sweaty neck, and the stink of cum combined with Gregg's mansweat was intoxicating. Gregg sweat easier and more than Alec – another thing Alec was grateful for in his choice of mate. He indulged himself and inhaled deeply, then quickly swiped his tongue up Gregg's sweaty neck before jerking himself mercilessly out of his lover and smacking his finely honed, fuzzy assglobe.

The yelp from Gregg when Alec yanked out the wide flange of his cockhead morphed into a yip when Alec slapped his ass. "Don't be a baby!" Alec taunted him. "You got what you wanted, and if you hit Uber now, we'll jump in he shower and still make our plane."

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On the flight to Vail, which they'd only made by hustling themselves through the TSA-Pre line at LAX by pleading and apologizing and then RUNNING to the gate, Gregg laid his head on Alec's shoulder without regard for the few stares they got. "Have I told you lately that you're my dream man, Al? I love you," he said softly but not so softly that the third guy in their aisle couldn't hear. He turned his headand kissed Alec on the chin before settling his head back.

Alec briefly thought how things had evolved between them. He'd been out when they met, and Gregg hadn't even explored his curiosity. As if turning a switch, Gregg came out and instantly was completely unconcerned with what anyone thought - holding hands, kissing, walking with his arm around Alec anywhere and everywhere. Even in an airplane inches from a pretty straight looking guy next to him in the window seat.

Why was it that Alec, who hadn't hidden his sexuality since he was barely fifteen, now had to remind himself not to hesitate, not to falter in any way at any time in any place to show Gregg how much he loved him and appreciated him? Alec pulled his hand up and caressed Gregg's always stubbly - and even more devastatingly handsome because of it! - face and awkwardly twisted his neck so he could barely kiss Gregg's tanned forehead. "I love you more, Gregg," he told his soul mate, eliciting a short, quiet chuckle of acknowledgement before the first snuffly snore was audible.

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With only their backpacks, the two tall, built young men strode directly through the airport holding hands, catching many looks along the way. Some there in that less-integrated and more rarified locale than Los Angeles were bothered by their display, but more weren't, and many men and women alike just thought the two were handsome as hell. At a very muscle-packed six-on, Gregg was the poster jock stud. And at six-six, with mile-wide surfer shoulders and a lean torso that tapered to an impossibly narrow waist, Alec was a poster surfer boy. Together they exuded maleness, youth and athleticism . . . and were obviously in love. They walked out into the icy winter wearing what they'd brought for the cold - long sleeved pullovers, down vests, caps - but were glad to see Gregg's parents' waiting limousine right there, close, because they were already freezing after just a couple of steps. The family's longtime chauffeur greeted them both with equal acknowledgement but formally, despite having worked for Gregg's parents since before he was born. “Master Owens. Mister Dunne. We’ll have you to Eagle’s Race in no time. Gregg rolled his eyes at Alec and mouthed “Eagle’s Race”, his parents’ “ski chalet” with a look of mock awe. Alec cracked-up, and some of the tension he didn't even realize had built was released.  

In the back of the stretch Rolls Royce that seemed to Alec like something that should be in Ray Donovan or Empire or Entourage, Gregg rubbed Alec's thigh gently. He knew how uncomfortable Alec was amid his parents' absurd wealth. Gregg himself didn't give it a thought one way or the other really. He was grateful for the advantages, but he was capable of making his own bed, doing his own laundry, vacuuming his own floor . . .

Alec suddenly broke the silence of the ride to Gregg's parent's private mountain. "Remember, we're not going to talk politics. The election is over, so there's no sense but to look forward."

Gregg's parents were Republicans - bigtime Republicans. When they'd met and Gregg took Alec to meet his parents, it had been to challenge them to choose between their up-to-then anti-gay Republican party line and their son. In truth it was no choice, despite shock for the sudden revelation. Gregg's parents were good people, and they loved their son. So much that they'd gone on a campaign using the formidable power of their wealth to shore up tolerant Republican candidates and to cut off their funding from intolerant ones and for intolerant causes. They gave mid seven figures every year, so the effect was felt.

An unwelcome byproduct of their new tolerance and convictions was their embrace of the billionaire outsider who'd taken the primaries by storm and, ultimately, had won the election, if not he vote. Gregg and Alec both still cringed at the archaic Electoral College system which made it possible for an unstable egomaniac to win an election after losing the vote count by millions. Truth be told they didn't like the dishonest, mainstream Democratic opponent any better; but still . . . Gregg's parents, having not only done business with the crazy president-elect for years but also working their asses off to get him elected, were ecstatic with the outcome. Alec's reminder was worth heeding, even though Gregg had already made plans to see that the trip was the best Alec had ever had. And it was Christmas, after all, and they didn't need the kind of blow-up that seemed to happen when Gregg couldn't hold back his own very specific political views, which his parents dismissed as “unrealistically idealistic” and Gregg shot back that our country wouldn't exist save for “unrealistically idealistic” and courageous people who'd changed things. And it usually devolved from there. “I promise,” Gregg finally said, squeezing Alec’s hand.

It was breathtaking, Gregg's parents' "ski chalet" - both in beauty and in overwhelming ostentatiousness. Over twenty thousand square feet, and that was just the main house out of seven buildings total that he knew of, probably more. Their main home outside of Denver was almost twice that. Alec allowed a thought to pass through his head, wondering if Trump's penthouse and Florida mansion were bigger or smaller than these two of the Owens residences. There were more. Of course.

Gregg's parents were at the open door under the portico to greet them, along with three servants that Alec could see. The latter rushed the car, almost beating the distinguished and stiffly-suited older man Alec knew to be their butler, Fleming, who seemed to materialize out of nowhere to stride purposefully to meet them. Fleming did  get to the car door first, though, saving any embarrassment for him if his master or mistress sae him bested.

They were greeted with equal enthusiasm, having accepted Alec on the spot. They took turns hugging, Mr. Owens hugging his son first and Mrs. Owens hugging and kissing Alec, then they traded, leaving Mr, Owens to walk Alec inside while Mrs. Owens held her son’s arm tight. Minions scurried and then tutted as quietly as possible when they confirmed the only luggage was the two backpacks. "They'll have plenty more going home, Hodges," Gregg's mother chirped delightedly. "We've got loads of light winter Lauren and Hilfiger (both companies they were heavily invested in) we've had sent in for both our boys that will be great for California."

Alec shuddered slightly at that. He well knew Gregg's mother's voracious and expensive fashion appetites, and they weren't the jeans and t-shirts Both Alec and Gregg were fine with. Mr. Owens felt Alec react and said quietly, so that only they could hear as Mrs. Owens chattered delightedly with - or at - Gregg, "You can always donate anything that doesn't suit you." He squeezed Alec's shoulder to emphasize his own comfort with that solution.

The vastness of the three story foyer of the house awed Alec no less than it had the first time he'd seen it. And this was dwarfed and outclassed by the Denver house. Alec came from a poor family, only his dad, who'd died a year before, leaving nothing but regrets for everything other than his son. Alec was a scholarship student at Pepperdine, courtesy of his athletic and academic prowess. By contrast, Gregg's parents were one of the university's top donors.

It had started out being a problem between them, the class and economic divide between Alec and Gregg. But Gregg made it a non-issue. He was not about the money at all. That didn't stop when the Owenses GAVE Gregg a luxury condominium on the beach for them "both" to live in. Alec got comfortable living there because Gregg made him comfortable . . . And happy and sexually satisfied and held tight every night while they slept.

"And your sister will get in tomorrow." Alec had tuned in just in time to hear Mrs. Owens tell Gregg that news.

Gregg's sister Marina was a pistol. She loved having a "big ol' gay stud brother" and swore she knew all along. She also told him that if he ever challenged her for one of her boyfriends, she'd leave him a eunuch! She had embraced Alec, too, and she called him her "other brother," telling him he'd made more of a man of her brother than he would have been on his own.

Coming back to present again, Alec then laughed out loud when Mrs. Owens said, "So the house will be full by tomorrow night." It would take a battalion to fill this place, two to fill the house in Denver. And she'd only mentioned her daughter adding to those in residence.

Mrs. Owens turned and called her shoulder as they all four passed into a vast sitting room with a roaring fire bigger than some forest fires in a fireplace bigger than some bedrooms. "You add to the happiness of our home, Alec. Your laugh is heavy with positive energy."

Alec didn't admit that it was heavier with sardonicism than sincerity, and he felt bad because it was. "You always make me feel so welcome, Mrs. Owens," he replied by way of penance for his thoughts.

She whirled at that, causing Alec and Gregg’s father to stop cold. “I've warned you about that!” She reproached Alec forcefully. “You are part of this family, and if you can't bring yourself to give us the honor of calling us ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ then you'll at least call us by our Christian names, Nancy and Ron.

The absurdity of their names, given their party affiliation and power within it, was what made calling them that impossible. And, God help him, Alec just didn't feel like they were his mom and dad, and. It for lack of their trying. “Yes, I'm sorry,” Alec answered contritely. Mrs. Owens hadn't moved and was obviously waiting. “Nancy – uh mom,”Alec added.

Mrs Owens used her free hand, the one she wasn't still gripping her son with, and reached out and carressed Alec’s cheek. “Thank you, Alec. We hope you become more comfortable with us as time passes and things change.”

“Mom!” Gregg scolded, without effect on Her whatsoever. She'd already withdrawn her hand and begun turning to continue their trek.

Hearing “As things change” had piqued Alec’s senses and made his stomach do a flip, wondering what would change, thinking they'd probably try to find Gregg a gay scion of industry and keep Alec as a charity case! Alec wondered if they already were. Alec also wondered if people who lived this way had Fitbits, would they make their steps everyday just getting from place to place in their house? Mr. Owens – Ron – gave Alec’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze as they continued their journey.

Servants who had scurried to take their coats scurried back into view with trays of cocktails, snacks and offered "anything else" they might like. Or maybe they were different, a third slew of servants, Alec thought. Alec momentarily thought 'a plane ticket out' in response to the offer but held his tongue when Gregg took his hand and squeezed it, seeming to read his thoughts.

Once settled, Gregg's parents very effectively grilled each of them on every aspect of every bit of their college life since they'd last talked in detail . . . four weeks before at a lavish Thanksgiving feast that would shame Henry VIII’s court. Classes, sports, including pointedly asking if anyone gave them any trouble for being gay on the team. They cared, but intrusive would have been about seven steps down from the level of their interest in their lives as the questions progressed. But the boys endured it, having known what to expect and, frankly, enjoying the feeling of being treated like an adult couple by Gregg's parents.

When they finally got some time alone in the vast set of rooms that had once been Gregg's “quarters” at the “ski chalet” when he was younger, he closed the door to the hall behind them with a sigh of relief. Gregg pulled Alec back into him and wrapped him in his arms tight. A long, knee-weakening kiss followed, and Alec's head was spinning. "I fucking LOVE you!" Gregg declared when their lips parted. “Partly because you do this for me.”

Alec felt Gregg's tight hug and the intensity with which Gregg clung to him and proclaimed his love. There was both joy and relief, but also something that sounded a bit like desperation. He tightened his own arms around Gregg and kissed his neck. "I love you more," he said softly with a tinge of tease as he always did, but the way he nuzzled his boyfriend's neck said he meant it. “And this is a piece of cake.”

Gregg sighed deeply and then backed away enough to hold Alec but look directly into his eyes. "No, you couldn't possibly. You really couldn't," he added with grave conviction.

Alec brought a hand up to Gregg's chiseled cheek. "Babe, is everything okay? Are you okay?" He was unused to seeing his gregarious jockstud lover be anything less than playful and full of optimism.

Gregg looked down, away, another move that was very unlike him. "No, he muttered."

In the beat that followed, Alec's head spun, almost out of control. His thoughts went to first terrible then unthinkable prospects. Just when his panic was about to become unbearable, Gregg, spoke again and in one swift motion was down, pushing into Alec, pulling him over his shoulder and off his feet, carrying him through the rooms to the bed. "But I know how to make it better than okay!" he told him, and they both giggled as Alec mock protested until Gregg had thrown him down and landed on top of him on the big bed.

Gregg had Alec's jeans open before Alec could say, "Goddamn you're a horny fuck! But we really should--"

Gregg stopped his protest with his lips covering Alec's and his hand roughly cupping Alec's recharged nuts.  The feel of Alec's hardon throbbing against his own pulse at his wrist made him even hotter, and he sucked Alec's face like his life depended on it.

All protest left Alec as his determined lover assaulted and possessed his mouth. Gregg's hand working his nuts, and Gregg's big hard cock grinding into his groin added to Alec's submission. "Fuck me, studman?" Alec pleaded  in a rasp against Gregg's lips.

Gregg momentarily stopped his conquest of Alec's entire oral cavity to gaze hard into Alec's eyes and answer. "Right now. I need your ass. I need to make you mine."

Alec tried to say he was Gregg's and only Gregg's and had been since that first night Gregg gave him a ride back to the dorm after work in his big, tricked-out truck. But neither his body would cooperate nor would his and Gregg's ravenous resumed face-sucking enable him to.

Gregg was fully covering Alec, and they were rutting like they were already naked and coupled. Alec ripped at Gregg's expensive long-sleeved cashmere v-neck, desperate to get it off him. In a flash, Gregg ripped it up and over his head, pulling away just long enough to get it off. Their teeth clanged together when they resumed, neither caring at all.

Somehow, moments later they were both naked, having grappled, clawed and ripped ripped off everything, even the lace-up outdoor boots both were wearing, which clattered when they flew across the room after getting free of them. Alec was spitting into his hand and wetting his hole, and Gregg was wiping precum off both their cocks and took over the lubing.

"I want you so bad!" Gregg panted, two fingers inside Alec's channel, rotating and prodding his spot and making him writhe with urgent need.

"Give it to me NOW!" Alec demanded.

Gregg was big - thick and long, a bulbous head on his cock that, on the rare times Alec was on the receiving end, gave him jolts as it spread him WIDE to pass his sphincter and then felt like a spark inducing pipe ream inside him.

Alec's abs were puddles with his and Gregg's precum, which Gregg made good use of. He scooped it up, gave his knob and shaft a good greasing and then roughly wrestled Alec onto his stomach. Then, as Alec arched his back and threw his ass up wantonly, Gregg grabbed him by his waist and pulled him onto all fours with his cock jammed against Alec's needy hole.

"Hell yeah!" Alec cried. And then he cried out when Gregg shoved his fat head through Alec's resistance. Sucking breath through his teeth, he forced himself to concentrate on the need and not the pain.

Gregg stopped with only his head inside Alec's firehole. The heat and tightness together made his cock feel like it was on fire. And then Alec pushed back, seizing another couple of inches, and Gregg was taken over completely with his desire.

"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaargghhhhhhh!" Alec cried into a pillow, one of his hands clutching the bedcover, the other flailing for purchase against the headboard. But he'd started it, signaled he wanted it NOW when he pushed back and claimed a full third of his boyfriend's throbbing fuckmeat, and Gregg was pushing the rest of him in now.

"SOOOOOOOO HOT!" Gregg exclaimed, his grip on Alec's waist tightening to the point where his fingernails threatened to break Alec's skin as he pulled his man onto him fully. The second ring gave way, and Gregg's plunge the last bit was a free fall, his groin smacking Alec's buttcheeks, both of them moaning. For a moment Gregg buckled forward, but Alec held himself rigid on his knees and elbows and bore Gregg's weight. "God I need you!" He growled into the nape of Alec's neck.

"Then fucking TAKE me! OWN ME!" Alec shot back, grinding himself up on the impaling fuckrod.

That was it, as Alec knew it would be, and no more than a moment later Gregg was pounding into him HARD, long-dicking him in slamming thrusts, quick pullouts and repeating over and over. “Jusssssst liiiiiiike THAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!” Alec’s moan was a sharply punctuated vibrato in time with the pounding Gregg was giving him.

Gregg was lost in his own rhythm, fueled by his need to possess his boyfriend – to make Alec his always, completely, irrevocably – and the primal need to rut and unload and seed him to do just that. His sweat and spit had begun to fly, and his hips thrust wildly, without any thought whatsoever of anything other than his need.

It had taken Alec a while to accept that Gregg’s love for him was as deep and grounded as he later knew it was. With Alec being Gregg’s first gay love, Alec was skeptical of the newbie, particularly an oversexed college boy jock newbie. He thought Gregg’s eye – or cock – would wander, captivated by the wonders of variety and ease of consummation.

Over time, though – now getting well toward a third year together – if anything it was Alec who had to check himself. Not that he wanted anyone over Gregg; no, he absolutely wanted Gregg, it was the jock team captain he’d lusted after, jacked to and had fantasized about with other guys who couldn’t fully match what the fantasy of Gregg had offered him. But Alex was a healthy young jock, too, and he knew from his own urges and appreciation of hot men he saw that Gregg must be tempted by the same. And that’s what, ultimately, having started as fueling his fears quelled them. Gregg chose to be with HIM. Gregg showed him every day, many times, how much he loved Alec, how much he lusted for him and, most of all, how much he valued him being there with him in his life.

Alec loved when his lover got his Alpha on. There was no competition nor contention between them, just lust and . . . love. Gregg LOVED Alec’s cock pounding him into the same oblivion, and Alec loved doing it just that way.

Alec’s entire being was transcended. Intensity of the pleasure and pain of his lover’s use of him was exquisite. Gregg’s big cock brutalizing him, his big, muscular body slamming him outside and his enormous fuckrod reaming him raw inside. Alec was buffeted in a stormy sea of high swells of pleasure, his mind floating, his body bouncing. Every nerve seemed hyperattenuated, the overload of sensation a hum of ecstasy like a cocoon enveloping him.

“CUM FOR ME!” Gregg commanded, as he often did, with a loud roar that, later, Alec worried might have reverberated through the house. But not then. Alec’s conscious took what feeble control it could to process the command, with sudden awareness of Gregg’s big, strong hand jacking his throbbing cock as his nuts exploded. As he went rigid under Gregg before he burst into convulsions of ecstasy as he let loose his load, Gregg yelled, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” in much the tone he did after a goal during an important game. Alec’s cum flowed hard against the two of them as his body pumped, his mind again surrendered to the abandon.

Then Gregg was cumming himself. His groans, shouts, thrusts and spasms wracked both of them as he unloaded forcefully into his lover’s ravaged mancunt. He finally collapsed onto Alec with a force that took what breath Alec had, both of them heaving and panting in a sweaty, cummy heap. Alec instinctively wrapped his arms legs around Gregg and held him tight.

Gregg was the first to speak, after gently kissing the base of Alec’s neck, on his collar bone. “I need to ask you something,” he rasped, still not completely recovered. He tried to dismount, but Alec held him tight, both with his arms and legs wrapped around.

“Don’t leave yet,” Alec said with difficulty under Gregg’s weight of muscle and held him tighter, nuzzling his face into Gregg’s sweaty shoulder and neck.

Gregg felt his softening cock twitch, having started an about-face, and he willed himself to be calm, to let himself come down from the intensity of the lovemaking and to talk to Alec, not allow himself to be pulled into the tide of their passions again . . . yet. He kissed Alec’s neck again and thought of losing matches, of failing grades . . .

“What do you need to ask me, babe?” Gregg’s dick responded immediately to the “babe” like it always did, beginning to stretch Alec’s fuckchute again instantly. Alec laughed. “If that’s the question, the answer is FUCK YES!”

They both chuckled. Then Gregg gently eased himself up a little. “I need to face you when I ask you this, Alec.” Alec’s mind went into defense mode, thinking up all the nasty, negative possibilities that could be the reason for Gregg’s intensity. And it apparently showed. “Relax, my love,” Gregg soothed. “It’s important, and it’s good.”

Alec forced his mind to calm, forced his muscles to allow Gregg to dismount him. The grimace as Gregg’s half-hard cockhead popped through his tight fuckring was momentary but unavoidable. In response, Gregg lithely bent down, raised one of Alec’s legs and kissed the ass he’d just fucked like a caveman. “Mmmmm,” Alec moaned, then, “MMMMMMMMMMMM,” when he felt Gregg’s tongue swipe in and around once.

Gregg left it at that, a quick hit. He raised up and smacked his lips. “DAMN, I taste good!”

Alec backhanded Gregg’s cobblestone abs hard, eliciting a yelp and giggles. “I better taste just as good.”

Gregg didn’t miss a beat, and with a devilish smirk he said, “Sometimes it’s the meat, sometimes it’s the sauce,” which left them both laughing.

To Alec, Gregg was a god. His body could rival David’s easily, his cock definitely besting Michelangelo’s depiction of classic male perfection. Looking up at him, his muscles rippling with laughter, the mounds of his pecs and abs splattered with his own cumload, his thigh muscles tensed, corded like his neck . . .

“Someone’s enjoying the view,” Gregg teased, throwing his arms up in a gun-flex that made Alec moan.

Then, just as fast, Gregg jumped off the bed. “All of that and more, but right now . . . “ he called back as he ran to his backpack, which had been placed in their room before. As he was rustling through it, Alec enjoyed his ass, bent and bobbling, having to force himself to not jump off the bed and dive right in there.

Gregg returned to the bed and plopped down with one leg crossed under him, causing his big, flopping cock to smack his thickly-muscled calf. Alec moaned again, and Gregg gently put his fingers until Alec’s chin and raised his head. “Up here, at least for now,” he said, smiling but very serious.

“This is so totally the wrong way to do this,” he started, and Alec saw the box in his hand. Unmistakable. “My parents have this big party planned – they know – and I have it all scripted, and everyone’s supposed to be watching, and I –“ Gregg stopped and took a deep breath. “I’ll do all that. But I can’t wait. And as wrong as it is for me to do this when we’re all naked and fucked out here, it’s also so right that this is the way I tell you how you’re everything to me, Alec, how I love you in every way a man can love.”

Alec’s heart was beating so fast he was almost gasping for breath. He was unable to keep his eyes locked with Gregg’s and kept stealing glances at the velvet box in Gregg’s hands.

“I want us to make our life together, forever, Alec – or at least for as long as you’ll have me. I want us to get married. Will you? Will you marry me?” he finally got out, and he opened the box.

Alec felt like time had stopped. Now he couldn’t stop staring at the sincerity and intensity of hope in Gregg’s gaze down at him. He finally forced himself to look at the box. Inside were two bright, gleaming, etched bands – equal, identical, though Alec knew one had to be thicker for Gregg’s beefy finger.

Alec got himself to seated, facing Gregg. He was using every trick he’d learned in sports to control his breathing and focus, and it was still a struggle. His head was spinning, and conflict was strong in his thoughts.

Gregg held his gaze, held the hopeful mien as Alec settled himself in front of Gregg, one of Alec’s long legs threaded over Gregg’s, the other raised at the knee just like Gregg’s. Gregg couldn’t help but notice the symmetry of the two of them, and his smile widened.

“Gregg,” Alec began gently. “Gregg I really WANT to say yes. Because I want to be with you, to stay with you, to have you and give myself to you forever. But you’re so— Your family—“

The second false start wasn’t stopped by his own hesitation, it was Gregg, throwing his arms around him and pulling him in tight. Strangely, Alec took note of the edge of the box against his back as Gregg clutched him. “Alec, say yes. I’m just me. And my family loves you and is behind us all the way. And nothing else matters but you and me. NOTHING! Say yes, my love,”

Alec’s breathing stopped, and he was caught paralyzed. He clutched Gregg just as hard as Gregg was holding him, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think about all the reasons he, white trash, had no business even being there then, much less having this future.

Gregg’s chest heaved against Alec. “If you won’t marry me, Alec, I can’t face the hole in my life it’ll leave. You’re all I want. You’ve shown me what it is to be a man. You’ve shown me what it is to be my own man. You’ve shown me what it is to be proud and good and that nothing else matters except love.”

Alec felt the tears coming, felt his own body lurch as he struggled to control them, to control himself. That was a start – he could do that, so he could force himself to speak. But say what to Gregg?”

“Answer me a different question, Alec. If we’d met in your hometown and were of similar circumstance, and if we’d become so in love as you and I are,” with that he comically pushed Alec to arm’s length and verified, “WE are in love, right? It’s not just me and you’re just enjoying the satiation of every lustful impulse you have, right?” Alec laughed despite himself. “I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Gregg soldiered on. “So if we were those two guys, would you say ‘yes’ to me now?”

Alec couldn’t help grinning. Reality be damned. “Of course. Yes.”

“So then, won’t you say yes to marrying me? All THAT, all THIS,” he said, sweeping his arm around the vast room they were in, “It has nothing—“

Alec put his hand on Gregg’s very pleasing lips, stopping him. “I just did,” he said simply. Then, when Gregg faltered a moment, “That was two answers, Gregg.”

Gregg’s face beamed and he started shouting, “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!” as he ragged Gregg off the bed in his arms and danced both of them around the room, still shouting, knocking against furniture, knocking over at least one lamp and some other things off a table. Then they were both laughing and kissing and laughing again.

“Everything okay in there, boys?” Gregg’s father called through the door, and they were both struck still, hearing his knock. “Can I come in?”

“UH, give us a minute, father!” Gregg shouted, stifling his giggles as Alec was while they both raced to grab their jeans.

“They’re going to be so disappointed you didn’t wait according to plan, Gregg. No way we can pretend.”

As Gregg buttoned his jeans and loped over to the door he told Alec, who was shoving their underwear under the bed and trying to straighten the top of the bed, a losing cause, “They’re going to be thrilled. Just as long as we give a good performance at the party!”

Alec ran and dove into Gregg just before he opened the door. He quickly licked Gregg’s neck and then rubbed it while he handed Gregg a t-shirt while shucking on his own. “We’re splattered; cover up,” he'd whispered urgently, causing them both to go into fits of laughter which they couldn’t stop when Gregg opened the door to his father.


by BillyC

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