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Ash had moved into my home just over six months ago. Due to personal circumstances, I had put an ad into the share accommodation section of the local paper and I was hoping to reduce my financial burdens by renting out the spare room to someone. To my amazement, considering the current rental real estate market due to the global financial crisis, Ash was the only person to show up. Now I am not a party dude, I'm not what you would call a social animal and in fact, I suspect most people would consider me a hermit. As a consequence, I told him if he wanted to move in he could but I was a quiet guy, I didn't want parties and heaps of his friends coming around and destroying my peace and finally, he had to treat my home with complete respect. I was actually a little amazed when he accepted the terms and conditions readily and with a sincere smile.

My name is Lasseter Hastings. My parents named me after an infamous Australian explorer, Harold Bell Lasseter, who claimed that in the year eighteen ninety-seven, he rode a horse from Queensland to the Western Australian gold fields, stumbling unexpectedly upon a huge gold reef, somewhere near the border between the Northern Territory and Western Australia. After certain difficulties from which he was rescued by a camel driver, Lasseter later returned with a surveyor named Harding, to determine the exact position of the reef but failed to locate it. Lasseter spent the next three decades trying to raise the funds for an expedition but because of the fortunes being made from the gold rush in Kalgoorlie; a subsequent uncharted, desert wilderness trek, seemed pointless to those he approached. In nineteen thirty amidst the Great Depression, interest was more than sparked and he secured fifty thousand pounds for an expedition to once again locate the reef. This also was a failure and Lasseter was declared a charlatan. Lasseter continued on until he was eventually left alone and after he lost his camels when they bolted, he had no means of sustaining himself or returning to civilisation. A group of nomadic, Australian aborigine's rendered some assistance but he was weak, blind and succumbing to malnutrition and exhaustion, after attempting to walk to Uluru or the Olgas. He died alone some time later. The now famed 'Lasseter's Reef' was never found. Over time the tale has reached mythic proportions and now a legend, remains the Holy Grail amongst Australian prospectors.

The point of this foray into Australian history is an extended segue into the question that has plagued my mind for much of my adult life. Why did my parents choose this name for me? Did they hope I would become a failure, a charlatan, blind, weak or perhaps I was an unfortunate mistake and they hoped I would disappear into a desert and die? However, to be fair, perhaps they hoped I would elevate the name, find fortune and fame and perhaps repay them for a seriously hot night of sex that brought about my conception. Though I have never heard of anyone else receiving this name, I actually really like it but not particularly liking my parents, I wonder about their motivation.

Irrespective! Ash was to live up to his end of the bargain. Despite my quiet lifestyle, he and I got on very well. He went out often, did his own thing, paid his way and continued to enjoy his life. On many occasions, he and I would sit and talk for hours about life. Extended deep and meaningful conversations, which we referred to as D&M's, so often ran into the early hours of the mornings of the weekends. When he wasn't working or going out, the only thing that kept us from spending even more time together was his girlfriend.

Ash was a truly nice guy. He was kind, peaceful, thoughtful and also considerate. He could also be a very funny guy and with an intelligent mind, he was very interesting to converse with or simply listen to. Haley, his girlfriend was another matter all together. She was snide, smug, self-assured and self-obsessed. She didn't like me and I didn't like her. We both knew it but we maintained an amiable interaction while Ash was in earshot. In the rare circumstances when she was in my home without Ash, the unbridled comments that passed between us were of both cruel and comical proportions.

On one such day, the moment Ash left to go to the shop, within minutes of his departure, Haley told me in no uncertain terms that I was a mentally unstable and socially unfit and utterly inept arsehole, who was a waste of precious space and oxygen and that it would be best for all concerned, if I simply went to the coast, walked into the ocean and continued walking without turning back.

I had been diagnosed with a condition, which was the reason for my lifestyle. The condition was Agoraphobia and as a consequence I had withdrawn into a life of solitude. Therefore I realised that her only possible attack upon me was based on a situation that was real and over which I had absolutely no control.

I looked at her and I laughed for at least two to three minutes without stopping and in the most condescending way that I could. The fury in her face was for me insatiable. If I could have stopped time and held that moment, forcing her to live for eternity within her disdain for me, I would have done it just for the joy I experienced because of it. When I finally stopped laughing, not just her eyes but also her entire facial expression was seething with rage. I suspect if she'd had a weapon of some description in her hand, she would have been incapable of negating an act of murder.

The shop was only a two-minute walk away and I knew that Ash would be back any moment. There were so many things I wanted to say to her and I could have verbally reduced that deceptive little cunt to a grovelling mess on the floor but what really bothered me was that Ash couldn't see through her façade. She needed someone to think she was perfect, put her on a pedestal and see to all her wants and needs. She had stated openly that Ash was her husband to be and that he was going to create the perfect life for her. In private he told me he wasn't in love with her, he didn't want to marry yet because he thought he was too young but still he was considering it as a possible future. This was my chance to free him from the claws of a witch, who would suck every last drop of goodness from a man I had come to love and respect. At that moment I heard the barely audible squeak of the front gate as it opened and I waited for five seconds before I began.

'Haley, why are you saying such hurtful and horrible things to me?' I asked with absolute devastation in my voice and knowing that all the anger my laughter had drawn to the surface, would blind and deafen her to anything else. I also knew that the front door was open and that Ash would hear my question and also hear her response.

'Why?' She said and then began to laugh at me. 'I said it because it is true. Lasseter, you are a mental case and a crazy man who can't live a normal life like everyone else because there is something seriously disturbed and wrong with your mind.'

'Please don't say things like that to me Haley. This is a natural health condition I suffer with, which normal doctors have diagnosed and though it may affect my social existence, it doesn't affect me otherwise.'

A smile filled her face when she saw my look of hurt and heard my saddened tone of voice and she couldn't stop herself from driving her dagger in just a little deeper.

'You're a fucking nutcase Lasseter and you should be locked up in a mental institution. A person like you needs a padded cell.' She said with the most evil grin on her face.

I caught the shadow of Ash in my peripheral and now was the final curtain.

'I can't believe you really think that and that you can be so cruel and hurtful but when my best friend Ash is here you pretend to be my friend?'

'Your best friend? He thinks you're a loser and a nut job, not a friend and he's told me that you make him sick.'

I let myself fall into a seated position on the lounge with a look of someone totally destroyed. I went silent and waited for the fireworks.

'Haley! What the fuck do you think your doing and what the fuck do you think your saying?' Ash roared so loudly that even I felt his emotion reverberate throughout my body.

Haley turned around to look at Ash and she was shocked that she had been caught being her true self in front of the man she was trying to ensnare.

'Ash you don't understand.' She said not knowing what to say.

'Too fucking right I don't understand. I've been standing there listening to everything and regardless of it being Lasseter, who by the way is my best friend as well, I simply cannot believe you would speak to any decent human being in that vicious and inhuman way. Thank god I found out now what you're really like.'

He moved to place the milk he had bought on the table and I looked up at Haley and she looked at me and I smiled. She was defeated and incensed and she walked toward me infuriated as her emotions boiled up inside.

'You dirty, little fucking prick.'

'Haley! Ash roared again. 'Don't you dare speak to Lasseter in that way! I heard everything you said and you are a sadistic cunt, now pick up whatever is yours and fuck off and don't ever attempt to contact me again. I pity the man that ends up with a fucking gorgon like you.'

Haley didn't cry. She wasn't affected in that way. She didn't love Ash, she was using him for what she wanted to obtain in life and he had been a prime candidate. I knew I had been right about her, in fact, her not being upset about losing Ash, only confirmed that I had been right. All she was feeling was anger toward me and anger that she had lost her free ticket in Ash. She was a mercenary little gold digger. She stomped into his bedroom, retrieved whatever she had in there and then she stormed out of the house and slammed the door to let her feelings be known.

Ash walked immediately to the lounge and sat down right next to me and put his arm around me. He pulled me against him and held me in a tight one-armed embrace like a buddy and told me he was sorry for what Haley had said.

'It wasn't your fault Ash. There isn't anything for you to be sorry for.'

'What she said wasn't true Lasseter. I didn't say any of those things.'

'I didn't really believe that you did but the thought that you may have is what hurt me the most. Do you really think I'm your best friend?' I asked and now real emotions were flowing through me.

'No Lasseter. I don't think you're my best friend, I know that you are!' He replied looking directly and deeply into my eyes.

I couldn't help it but the honesty and the sincerity was more than I could believe and my eyes welled with tears but I suddenly felt that if he was going to be that honest and open with me then I had to be the same with him.

'Ash you can't say that, not yet anyway.'

'Why?' He asked.

'Well because there is something I haven't told you.' I said as I began to build my courage for what may be in store for me next.

'Like what? That you're gay?' He asked simply and without judgement.

I looked at him in total shock and couldn't believe that he knew. I mean yes I am gay but I'm not effeminate, I don't act the stereotypical part and I am pretty much a straight acting and straight talking type of guy. Not that any of that really matters, I just couldn't believe that he already knew, didn't care and had never said a word to me about it.

'Yes!' I said but still in shock, I could find no other words.

'Lasseter! I may be straight and you may be gay but that doesn't mean I'm not your friend. I'll say it for a third time. You are my best friend and I've never had a friend I've trusted as much or been able to talk to with such ease or felt so close to, in my life.'

This was the man I had come to know. It wasn't simply limited to a best friend either. Ash was a man of great honesty and sincerity to everyone he came into contact with. He treated everyone with the utmost respect, something most of us could learn a lesson from. Anyone would have no problem in understanding why he meant so much to me.

I said that he had moved in six months ago but the removal of Haley out with the other trash was around three months into our share accommodation. I already had feelings for Ash but let me state clearly here and now that my influence on Haley's demise was not with any idealistic hidden agenda, to turn him gay or make him the first straight guy I would bed. My agenda was honourable to the last breath she took in my home and his life and it was all for his benefit.

At the same time it should be understood that the fantasy of being more than friends with Ash had not gone unnoticed by me. I had thought those thoughts often and I masturbated in bed every night with him as my star performer. Ash was beautiful but not in some god-like way. He didn't have a stunning face or a stunning body and he wasn't what most guys would dream about in their ultimate fantasies.

Ash was physically attractive but it was his heart, his truth and his nature that made him the most beautiful man I had ever met and wanted. He was a Hispanic-Australian and he was twenty-five years of age. He also didn't have that caramel-bronzed skin that usually portrays the men of the Hispanic cultures. Ash had beautiful, smooth, fair skin and when he became impassioned about anything, the blood would course closer to the surface of his skin and turn it shades of red and pink. What was typical was his dark black hair, which in his case emphasised the coral hues of his beautiful skin. His hair was cut short and clipped close at the back and sides while the additional length on top was a sea of loose curls and waves. Sharp pointed sideburns like grammatical commas, curved around the front of his ears, adding to the attractiveness and character of his face. In the same manner, two sharply edged eyebrows, flicked over and around his eyes like soft paintbrush strokes. His eyes were teal green and were a dead giveaway to his softness, sensitivity and natural or current emotional state.

Ash also had a beautiful nose. I know, who on earth considers a nose to be beautiful? Well, I never did. Until I saw Ash's small, straight yet gently curved nose with small nostrils and from that day that it came to my attention, I always wished that his nose were mine. However, if there was one thing about Ash's face that stood out beyond everything else, it was his lips. Man that colour, the fullness and the shape. Every time I looked at his lips I wanted to kiss them and sometimes I even found myself locked into a stare at them, which would only be broken when he would notice and clear his throat, putting his hand over his mouth. He never said a word. As if he was wearing lipstick, the unblemished surface was a dark, crimson-red and that desirable full lower lip drove me wild while the flowing, outwardly facing upper lip seemed to be trying to seduce another set of lips to kiss it. Yes! I have no doubt that I sound like I was obsessed with him and I definitely was but he gave me very good reasons to be.

As I said, Ash was attractive but where his body was concerned, he could easily be considered an average man. He had a broad and full, strong body but without the definition so common within the porn I used to spend my nights surveying. I have always preferred and gotten my rocks off over big and powerful, muscular men but Ash didn't play sport or exercise or seek to make himself more than he naturally was. Ash was like the majority of us in that way. Still, at five foot ten and one hundred and seventy-five pounds, his large chest, broad shoulders and obviously strong legs and arms, made me want to eat him up. I had never been attracted to someone like Ash before but he was suddenly all I wanted. Of course I hadn't seen him naked and so as for what some guys would consider to be the vital statistics, I had no idea.

It was during the passage of the next two months that certain things changed. Without a girlfriend, Ash stopped going out as much and began to spend much more time at home with me. We watched a lot of movies and we fooled around in the kitchen attempting to create new and unheard of recipes or simply tried to teach ourselves how to cook properly. We also talked even more than we ever had before. We discussed growing up, parents, likes and dislikes, turn-ons and turn-offs and a diverse array of other topics as well.

I avoided talk of sex but it was Ash who drew me out to tell him what he wanted to know. It seemed he didn't understand how a man could love another man like that or how any enjoyment could be found in a sexual connection either. I didn't elaborate for fear of making him uncomfortable with me but when I asked him what he liked and what turned him on, he was a detailed documentary on how to satisfy the man you loved. He didn't understand why I hated my parents but when I explained how they had kicked me out and disowned me because I was gay and how my mother had called me a filthy reptile because of it and my father had backhanded me in the face, he understood and I saw his eyes fill with tears at the thought. After those specific conversations, our friendship went from strength to strength and as he began to treat me more like what I would expect from a brother; I realised I was falling so hard and so deep that sometimes it took all of my energy and discipline, not to walk up to him and hug him or kiss him.

A dream come true happened but it was also a nightmare for me as well. Just on the five-month period of our time together, autumn and winter were almost over. The weather was heating up and Ash began to shed his cold weather clothing in favour of shorts and t-shirts. Slowly I was beginning to see more of his body. On the first truly hot day, I had awoken early and I was seated in the lounge room reading a brilliant short story, which I had printed off the net. It was authored by a man named Matt Lawrence and was entitled 'My First Real Time.' There was something so beautiful about this story and I found myself wishing that one of the characters was Ash and that I could be the other. It was at that moment when I heard Ash's bedroom door open and I looked up to say good morning. Ash stepped into the hallway and turned to look at me. He was wearing nothing but light grey briefs and he was sporting a semi morning glory. My eyes dropped to gaze upon the large outline as he said good morning to me. I know that my mouth fell open and that he saw but as I looked up into his eyes, he simply smiled and I returned the greeting. He went into the bathroom and I sat there stunned by his beautiful, near naked body and what was obviously one special package. My cock was bursting at the seams of my shorts to come out and up for air.

Later when he came out of the bathroom, he walked directly to the kitchen wearing only a towel. Unless it has been experienced by someone, the feelings that fill you when you see for the first time, the near naked body of the man you are secretly in love with and yearn to possess; it is simply impossible to understand how my stomach knotted, my chest tightened and my heart attempted to slam the left pectoral muscle out of my chest. I was atrophied and debilitated! I didn't believe I could want him more than I did at that moment. Man was I wrong!

He called to me from the kitchen, asking me if I would join him for a cup of coffee. This was also something that had changed. He used to ask do you want but when I began to say no, he suddenly changed it to will you join me? He had realised that when he talked in terms of us, rather then me alone, I simply could not refuse him and he always got his way under those circumstances. I however, did not realise this and would have to wait some time until he told me, grinning proudly as he did.

He entered the lounge room still only donning a small towel and carrying our coffees. He placed them on the coffee table and then as had become his way, he sat literally shoulder to shoulder with me and asked me what I was reading? I told him and he asked me if he could read it.

'Ash you're welcome to of course but it does contain a degree of graphic man on man sex and maybe you wouldn't like it?' I suggested.

He looked at me and smiled that sweet and gentle smile. 'I'm a big boy and I'm sure if I can't handle it, I will be able to make that decision.' He replied.

I handed him the story and he began it immediately. His weight leaned on me as if he wanted me to stay by his side while he read it. I drank my coffee and passed him his repetitively, while he continued and soon enough he put the pages to the side.

'Wow Lasseter, I think that was a great story. What I really loved was the time and the effort and the sincere consideration the character of professor Matt, gave to the character of politics Matt. The reduction of expectation and the sensitivity to doubts and fears was how I suspect most people, regardless of sexuality, would want their first time to be. It was really touching in many respects as well.'

Ash picked up his cup, skolled the last of his coffee and then went to his bedroom to dress. When he came out of the room, he was only wearing shorts, providing me with a day of dreams and nightmares combined.

As the weather continued to heat up, Ash was always walking around or sitting around the house in briefs. I was constantly visually assaulted by a large bulge, which he wore from left to right and which I guessed would be a minimum of seven inches in length when hard. The crowning glory of the hidden circumcised shaft was defined blatantly by the briefs, which it pressed against and if I could have one dollar for every time I looked at that beautiful knob and desired to suck it, I know that I would be a billionaire.

More and more, Ash would walk into the lounge room and drop into the seat beside me, letting his arm or body or any part of his naked flesh push, press or rub against me. It was driving me to distraction and I wanted to throw him down on the lounge and dive onto the feast that was his body. However, it suddenly began to occur to me that there was something unusual about this situation. I began to question this habitual action and though the answer that I most often settled upon was that he considered me his best friend, a friend whom he also had told me he considered to be the brother he had always wished he had. Still, I wondered if it had become so obvious that I was attracted to him or perhaps even worse, he had realised I was in love with him and that now he was using me as some sort of straight man's ego buzz while he didn't have a girlfriend.

I suppose in the scheme of things it didn't really matter, I mean yes it bothered me within on a combined emotional and psychological level but fuck it, I was in love with Ash and there wasn't much that I wouldn't put up with just to be with him and keep him close to me. On that level and that level alone, I was his bitch, something I was more than happy to be and I had never been and never been willing to be, any mans bitch.

It wasn't as sudden as it sounds. We had been living together for over five months and in that time, particularly due to the strengthening of our friendship and the fact that Ash treated me like his brother, my emotions and feelings for him had grown and it wasn't long before in addition to fantasising about some hot and sweaty encounters with him, I slowly but surely began to love him like I had never loved any man before. One of the changes I noticed in particular was in regard to my own self-expression. When it came to men and sex or love, I always spoke in terms like hot, sexy, hunky but whatever, it was always a physical terminology with a sexual foundation but now, in terms of Ash, I began to hear myself thinking more and more, words like beautiful, sensitive and sweet. I had always been very male in my expression whether physically or verbally but as I began to think I want to make love to Ash instead of I want to fuck Ash, I knew that something had definitely changed.

I sat in my usual seat early one morning. It was six-thirty and I had arisen because it was hot. I mean really hot! With my legs stretched out on the coffee table, leaning back against the backrest of the lounge and wearing only briefs, I stared out the window at the deep blue sky, already feeling drained and I knew it was going to be an absolute stinker of a day. I hadn't attempted to check or confirm the suspected temperature high but I was guessing it would probably reach forty plus degrees Celsius, which is around one hundred and fifteen degrees Fahrenheit.

As it was approaching nine o'clock, I had walked into the kitchen to check the thermometer and was not surprised to see that it was already twenty-nine degrees. It was definitely going to be one of those days in Sydney, when you could fry an egg on concrete or just about any hard surface. I returned to the lounge room and sat back down and I had closed my eyes as I sat there, trying to keep still and quiet to keep my body temperature somewhat comfortable.

It was some time later when my senses kicked in and beneath the darkness behind my eyes I knew that I wasn't alone. There had been no noise or anything to alert me but it was palpable and every cell of my being told me to open my eyes. My eyelids receded slowly because I felt no threat whatsoever and immediately I saw Ash, standing there beside me and staring out the window. He was less than an arms length from my face and his grey briefs were just slightly above eye level. Again he had a semi morning glory, a little bigger this time and it was curved around his balls as the lengthy cock pushed outwards against the material. His beautiful fair skin was flushed from the heat and I swallowed hard as I wanted desperately to reach out and slide my fingers over his imprisoned manhood. I wanted to free the beast of my desires and suck that huge cock right there and then.

I moved my head to look up at his face and instantly he looked down at me. His smile pervaded my soul and his teal green eyes were clear and as if crystal, as the light from the window filled them.

'Good morning Lasseter!' He said making me feel that nothing could have made him happier than to see me.

'Morning Ash. How did you sleep?' I asked trying to stabilise my growing passions and move toward any degree of normalcy.

'Okay, accept I was as horny as hell all night and all I could think about was having someone's lips sliding up and down my cock. I swear I was hard all night and then I awoke to this added heat.'

There was absolutely no chance of normalcy now and I felt my cock harden in an instant and I saw Ash glance down to see it stretching the fabric that was incapable of holding it in place or hiding it from view.

'Actually I was just about to go and have a shower, I'm feeling pretty uncomfortable.' I said and swiftly rose to my feet and walked around the coffee table trying to hide my obvious turn-on from his words.

'I doubt you'll be able to wash away what your feeling but I might do the same after you.' He replied.

Did he just infer what I thought he did? Surely not! Ash would never make an assumption like that and certainly he would never be so arrogant. I closed the bathroom door behind me and as I slid my briefs over my thighs, my six inches flung like an arrow from a taut bow and slammed hard against my gut. Man was I in hell and yet strangely in heaven as well.

The day passed without incident despite his wandering about the house in fresh tighter briefs after his shower. As for me, I was now wearing hot, uncomfortable shorts to hide my multiple erections that Ash consistently induced. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the shorts, it was just that it did eventually reach forty degrees and I was so hot that I found myself wishing that for this one day only or at least until the temperature reduced, Ash was not here or that I could find him physically repulsive, which of course was impossible.

It was around two o'clock that following morning when I awoke to a scream coming from Ash. I suppose it was more of a disturbed male yell of the word no. I jumped naked from my bed and flew into his room, terrified that something horrific was taking place. I flicked on his light and found him sitting bolt upright and naked, a seriously distressed look on his face, his eyes filled with confusion and his body not only flushed red but also literally dripping with perspiration. I ran to his side and sat beside him and facing him. He reached out and wrapped his arms around me and held me like the world was about to end.

This was practically a dream come true but the last thing on my mind was sex and all I was thinking was what was wrong and how I could help the man I loved and cared about so much that I was actually discovering the true meaning of being in love. I held Ash almost as tight as he held me and I could feel his body shaking and I was becoming even more concerned.

'Ash, what is it, what's wrong?' I asked; my voice filled with consternation.

'I had a really bad dream.' He said and though I was still worried by his panicked anxiousness, I felt myself breathe a small sigh of relief.

'Tell me baby, what was it?' I said and yes I called him baby but I was completely unaware that I had. All I knew was that he needed me to be there with him and that he needed someone to help him make it all go away. I guess the intensity of my love for Ash and seeing him in such a vulnerable state and also to be holding him with both of us naked, made me feel paternal or like a boyfriend or something and so baby was a subconscious remark. There was nothing else in life I cared about at that moment and nothing else that I wanted to do except protect him and give him whatever he needed.

'You'll think I'm an idiot and overreacting if I tell you Lasseter.' He said still holding me tightly with his chin on my shoulder and his face pressed against mine.

'Ash, don't you know that no matter what, I could never think badly of you and that I certainly could never think of you as an idiot. Come on tell me, it will help if you talk about it and get it off your chest.' I said trying to get him to release his tightness and tension, which I could feel all over the torso I was embracing. Moments later I felt a slight nod that accompanied an agreeable whisper.

'I dreamt that I was in a court room and that I was on trial. The thing was that I was also the judge and I kept telling myself that I was guilty and should be sentenced to a life of solitary confinement. I sat in the dock completely confused and asking what it was that I had done wrong but every time I asked the question, the judge which was me, told me that I should already know. It went on and on with a prosecutorial aggression and the judge constantly telling me that I should be alone.

I don't want to be alone Lasseter. I can't bare the thought and now more than ever before, it terrifies me.' He said suddenly breaking the tone of the dream with a real and frightened remark, before continuing.

'I was shaking and I could barely breathe and I had difficulty saying what I wanted to say but finally in a broken voice I begged myself to tell me what I had done that was so wrong? The look on the face of the judge was like none that I had ever seen on my own face or could even imagine that I could express. As he looked down at me from the bench, it was a disdainful and angry look and then he said you are a fool and a charlatan and I sentence you to a life alone. I screamed the word no but he simply laughed and kept repeating the word fool and that was when I woke up. I know it doesn't sound like much but it terrified me Lasseter.'

'It sounds horrible and you can trust me because I know what it feels like to feel alone and like you always will be but you don't have to worry about that Ash because as long as you need me and want me to be, I will always be here for you and by your side.' I said but after the words had left my mouth; I wondered if it sounded too gay or too emotional to him, despite my sincerity.

'Thank you Lasseter.' He said and squeezed me. 'Will you stay here with me tonight?' He asked pleadingly.

'Of course Ash just let me go and get some briefs on.'

'You don't have to worry about that Lasseter, I'm naked too and we're both guys so it doesn't matter. I just need to be with someone and to hold someone I love and can trust.' He said and I swallowed hard when I heard the L word.

'Well you definitely can trust me.' I replied.

'I know I can...' He said; '...and that is why I asked you.' He completed.

I went to move but he wouldn't let go of me and then he lay down, dragging me down with him. He rolled me over the top of him so that he remained on his preferred side of the bed and with me lying on my side with my face on his chest and my arms wrapped around him. He was lying on his back and holding me tightly against him but he eventually settled down before finally falling asleep.

How I wished that Ash did not have an alarm clock on his bedside table. I truly was happy to be there comforting him but on the flip side, I had the naked body of the man I was in love with in my arms and who was also pressed against my naked body. It was the most wonderful yet stressful situation and so sleep it seemed was out of the question. After an hour I lost count of the amount of times I watched the number on the clock change. Ash was now sleeping soundly and peacefully but he was still holding me tightly.

So what did Lasseter do? Was he the perfect friend and gentleman who stayed with and supported his friend or did he put it all on the line and initiate a hot gay/straight sexual encounter that devoured the hours and the darkness until daylight? Yes I know it's me, so why am I suddenly speaking in the third person? Well because fundamentally that is what I was doing as I lay there holding my beautiful Ash. I was talking to myself about the choices I could make and the probable consequences of any direction I chose.

At a certain point and one would consider that I would have known what time it was with the damnable clock staring me in the face but the truth is, at that certain moment, the clock disappeared into non-existence along with every other part of the world. All that existed was Ash and I, along with the bed we lay upon. My cock was perhaps the most raging hard-on I had ever experienced. It was so hard it was hurting and becoming more and more painful by the minute. I slid my leg between his legs and as I held his left one in place, I began to push my cock into his thigh. It helped a little for a while but it soon proved to be only a temporary relief, as it was never going to be enough.

Soon I was sliding my fingers over his chest and caressing his right nipple. I turned my head and began to kiss the left nipple and again there was another momentary relief but in my sexual desperation, my throat and mouth dried so totally that it felt like my mouth was filled with sharp granules. Surely this dry mouth was what Harold Bell Lasseter had felt when he was attempting to walk through the desert to Australia's great rock of Uluru. I let my hand slide down his torso and I watched in awe as Ash's cock rose from between his legs, coursed over his groin and then once its eye looked into mine as it lay on his abdomen, it began to harden even more and lift away from his body. Suck that gorgeous cock, I heard my desires scream and man did I want to drink the nectar that I had no doubt, was available.

I curled my fingers around it, squeezed the six and a half inches of girth and then slid my fist down the base before raising it up all the way to the coral pink knob. I was right and I didn't need to measure. Ash had a beautiful seven-inch satisfier. I released his cock and slid my hand down further and I cupped the firm sack and gently massaged his shaved balls. Man I wanted to lick those balls before rising up and devouring his cock. Once again, Ash was unintentionally tearing my heart and mind apart as he pushed me between heaven and hell.

Unexpectedly, Ash turned over onto his side and his right arm and leg went over and around my body and the front of his body pushed against mine. I felt his hot, hard cock push hard against mine and then his body went still as I stared at his lips that rested so close to mine, begging to be kissed. Oh how I wanted him and how I needed him. I simply could never have imagined how my love for one man could envelop me. I had begun to tremble within my desires. I softly caressed down the skin of his back with the tips of my fingers and when I reached the smooth flesh of those magnificent firm, white cheeks; I flattened my palm against them and sensually slid my hand all over them. My mouth began to dry again and my heart was thumping against both of our chests and I thought I was moments from insanity. I reached between his legs, extended my middle finger and began to run it through the warm crevice between his cheeks. When I reached the bud, I circled my finger over the top of it and I felt Ash push his beautiful cock against mine. I looked at those lips again and then I brought mine to them with all the love in my heart and I kissed him. In that moment encased in love and desire, a moral wave dumped me.

I literally gasped, I shook with guilt and I pulled myself from his embrace as I looked at my best friend. How could I dismiss my best friend all for the sake of momentary lust? It wasn't worth the extent of the loss I would suffer. I slid from the bed and quietly left the room and went to the kitchen. I filled a large glass with water and I skolled it as I stood leaning against the sink, squirming amidst a mass of confusion. Finally I pushed myself away from the sink and began to walk toward my room. I stopped at his doorway and looked in at him. He was so beautiful lying there naked and still in the position I had left him. I stood there staring at him for at least five minutes and under those circumstances, it felt like an hour. I told myself to go to bed and leave him in his peace but I stepped forward toward him and then reached out and grabbed the doorframe to halt myself. I had never wanted someone so badly and yet felt so wrong for wanting to be myself. I forced myself to turn my back and step from the room but again I stopped and turned back around. I gazed upon him again and I asked myself what it was that I really wanted from Ash? My answer was that it didn't matter because it was all about what he was capable of giving. My heart screamed what about me and I knew the pain that a sacrifice like this would entail.

All of a sudden a voice I had never heard, whispered to me that life was filled with uncertainties and inconsistencies and all types of love and therefore, how did I know with absolute certainty that Ash wouldn't want this as well. It was enough! It was the one voice inside of me, which told me what I wanted to hear but also raised the notion that Ash may want me as well. Maybe it was wishful thinking or self-deception and I knew it was a massive risk but I released myself from my chains of guilt and hoping that Ash would still be here in the morning, I crawled back onto the bed.

I put my hand on his hip and I pushed him gently until he rolled onto his back. I pulled his left leg away from the right and then I lay down between them and wrapped my arms around his large thighs. I lowered my head, extended my tongue and ran the tip all over the tight round balls. I didn't know what to expect but in that moment, I suddenly felt all the tension leave my body and as I felt my cock stiffen even more and I sucked the entire sack into my mouth; I watched as his cock grew thick and hard before my eyes. Despite a slight doubt, I felt I was closer to heaven.

I sucked on his balls until I could stand it no longer and then I let them pop from my mouth and I moved up and devoured his shaft with a hunger that was sated the moment it touched my lips. Suddenly I no longer cared and as I slid my hands up onto his chest and swirled my fingers over his soft red nipples, I began to orally love his cock, now with a mind and heart that was free of all concerns.

Ash had a cock that was incredibly straight, not a bend or a deviation in any direction. From the base to the tip it was a perfectly formed lance with a helmet shaped knob that curved without point. Despite our numerous showering during the wicked heat of the day, his balls and his cock dazzled my tongue with a subtle salty taste that I could imagine consuming for life.

My lips and tongue surrounded his delicious cock and I consciously chose to savour the experience and move my mouth up and down very slowly. I licked it and I sucked it and with my beautiful Ash in my arms and his irresistible cock in my mouth, I was feeling that all my dreams had come true and that I would never again feel and experience such total euphoria. The day that I had seen Ash walk from the bathroom to the kitchen in a towel, I had thought that I would never want Ash more than I did at that moment. This night had definitely proven that thought to be wrong and in that same manner, I was to discover that I had not even reached a point of euphoria at all. How often could Ash prove me wrong?

I felt Ash's beautiful crown swell between my palate and tongue and then moments later a substantial pool of the most succulent pre-come spread over my tastebuds, filling my mouth with imagined sparkles as it merged with the flavours of salt and man. I moaned loudly as my pleasure was becoming indescribable. How is it possible to describe such satisfaction when it impacts against an unsatisfied yearning for more and always more? My heart was exploding as it expanded with love for Ash.

This pervasive need and want for more of Ash revealed that the slow savouring of his large cock was not enough. Immediately I began to take it faster and then faster became harder and harder became furious and in that moment, I felt Ash thrust his hips but not just once; Ash began to fuck my mouth and he began to moan in pleasure and then to my complete amazement, Ash cried out for me to make his cock mine. Some minutes later I was awarded my prize as his beautiful, big, firm balls released the nectar of the gods and his magnificent cock shuddered before sending multiple, hot, thick gushes of his cream throughout my mouth and deep into my throat. I was in ecstasy!

I continued to suck and devour his awesome cock for sometime after his climax was over. I simply didn't want this to end. He didn't lose his erection either and he continued to lay there as he sighed in utter pleasure. My hands and fingers continued to caress his soft, smooth chest and I found myself wanting to rise up and begin to orally stimulate him there as well. Even after what he had just given me, I still wanted more and now I was beginning to think that when it came to my love for Ash, nothing could ever be enough.

Swinging like a pendulum between intense love and intense lust, under these circumstances, is far from an easy thing to go through. There was no doubt in my mind that I was deeply in love with Ash and that I wanted him to remain in my life forever. There was also the degree to which he sent my lust and wanton desire for him to a place beyond anything I had ever imagined and now that I had tasted that reality, I also wanted that to remain in my life forever. The problem was our friendship and the thought that I may lose him in that way because of my submission to my lust for him. The fear of it held me in place between his legs and too terrified to even look up at him. I know that I said when I crawled between his legs that I released myself from guilt and that my mind and heart were free of all concerns but for all the obvious reasons, it all came flooding back and I felt like I had disregarded and disrespected my friend. Outside of all that I considered a possible occurrence, I felt the fingers of both of Ash's hands come into contact with my forearms, as I caressed his beautiful chest.

Ash slid his hands along my arms until they reached my shoulders. His grip tightened around them and then he pulled gently, urging me to move up over his body and to come closer to him. Knowing my choice, which did not involve his consent, had now been enacted and that he was completely aware of what had taken place and despite him pushing his cock into my mouth and telling me to make it mine, my reasoning concerning friendship told me that I was soon to lose him forever. As I began to move toward him, I averted my eyes in fear of what he would say to me.

Once my body came to rest directly on top of his, with my face turned away I stared at a chest of drawers while the silence between us sliced at me like a thousand knives. Despite wishing I could vanish I knew that I had to say something and with the attitude I was allowing myself to drown in, there was only one thing I could think to say.

'I'm sorry Ash! Please don't hate me!'

'Do you regret what you did?' He asked gently.

'I regret that I might lose you because of it.' I replied.

'Why would you think you would lose me?' He questioned.

'Simply because I took advantage of you while you were asleep.'

'Lasseter surely you considered all of the ramifications while you were standing at the door before you finally made your decision. Don't you think you should take responsibility for your decision and be willing to look me in the eye?'

I turned my head toward him and faced him directly. My heart ached as our eyes met and I wanted to declare all of my feelings for him.

'Yes, you're right. I should own my choices and...'

My mind suddenly interfered and interrupted what I was going to say. Something was wrong or I had missed something but I couldn't work out what it was. I could feel the furrowing of my brow and then I saw a smile begin to etch its way onto Ash's face.

'What?' I asked.

'I believe that should be my question.' He said smirking and it was at that moment that the penny dropped and I realised he had said that I had made my decision while standing at the door.

'You were awake?' I said really more as a statement then a question.

'I haven't been asleep since I awoke from my dream.'

'Why would you let me do the things I did?' I now asked confused.

'You don't know? He said looking at me surprised.

'Ash isn't it obvious?' I said

'It's becoming that way.' He replied.

'You're straight, right?' I asked needing to confirm the fact.

'I will explain what you need to hear Lasseter but first I need you to tell me one thing. What was it that made you cross the line you crossed tonight?'

I looked into Ash's eyes and decided to just tell him how I felt. After all, it was what I had always wanted to do.

'I did it because I'm in love with you Ash.'

'Ditto!' He replied.

'What?' I said thinking again that I had missed something.

'Now that is your question.'

'Ash!' I cried out frustrated that he was now playing games instead of being serious.

'Lasseter, I'm in love with you too.'

'What?' I exclaimed in shock.

'Will you stop saying what?' He said.

'I'm sorry Ash, it's just that it isn't easy for me to wrap my head around that piece of information.'

'Damn Lasseter, it isn't a news headline. I just told you I was in love with you. You're about as romantic as a house brick.' Ash said grinning as he rolled his eyes at me.

'I'm sorry Ash but when... how... why... I mean this is all so sudden. Here I was terrified that you might beat the living crap out of me and I'd never see you again and instead you're telling me that you are in love with me too. When did you come to this conclusion?'

'Holy shit Lasseter this wasn't a scientific experiment. I wasn't examining facts that would lead me to an outcome. I'm in love with you, which means that I fell in love with you. I can't give you a time and a date. I don't even understand how or why this would happen because I've always been straight and I've never even looked at another man in the way I look at you. How do you think I felt when I unexpectedly felt my cock twinge and then grow hard when I looked at you or was near you? I didn't know how to process that reaction as a straight man but it only got worse and then my heart started to beat faster whenever we were physically close. Look Lasseter, all I know is I can't stop thinking about you, I can't wait to get home from work to you and I hate it when I'm not sitting next to you. You've been driving me nuts for weeks.'

'Why didn't you say something?' I asked still in shock.

'Why didn't you?' He replied.

'Yeah right! Hey Ash, I know you're straight but fuck it, just forget about that because I'm in love with you and I need you to change who you've always been and everything you are, just to satisfy my needs.'

Ash burst into laughter. 'Okay, I get it. You don't have to be sarcastic.'

'You're not the only one Ash. How do you think it has been for me with you running around the house with your near naked hot body and that irresistible cock bulging out of your briefs?'

'Well Lasseter, I was hoping you'd do something about that.'

'Fuck Ash, you mean you were doing that on purpose? Are you saying that was all for my benefit? I almost had a mental breakdown trying to control myself from raping your gorgeous body and sucking that delicious cock.' I said and Ash smiled proudly and satisfied by my desire for him. 'So what about yesterday morning when I opened my eyes and you were standing beside me and what about your remark as I went to the shower?'

'Standing that close to you with a semi was another of my subtle attempts to let you know I was interested.'

'Another?' I said with my eyes wide in disbelief.

'As for the comment, I had stood in front of you with my cock wanting to burst out of my briefs and told you that I had been horny all night and wished that someone's lips had been sliding up and down my cock but it had been you who I had been wishing for. I saw your cock get hard but you didn't do anything and then you went to shower so the comment was an attempt to take a risk and push myself to be forward with you and also to try to get you to see. I just didn't have the guts to come out and say anything directly.

Lasseter I didn't know how to go about this situation. There were so many variables involved. The way that you look at me like I am the most awesome man in the world and the way that you speak to me like I am perfect in every way. I mean now it's clear that I know you are in love with me but before now, I just thought you thought I was hot and had a fantasy to have sex with me. When that changed from being all about you and how you felt about me, to being about me as well and how I was beginning to feel about you, I just didn't know what the fuck to do. See that is one of the reasons why I sit pressed against you. I was trying to let you know that I wanted to be close to you, which was true but all the time I was wishing you would put your arm around me. I mean I'm a man but I'm sure you have noticed I have an emotional and soft side to me and when I'm with you, you make me feel like it's okay to be a man and still be who I am. With women I always have to be the big, strong, bread winning, pants wearing guy but I'm not the fucking terminator and I want to be able to express the masculine and the feminine side of myself and with you I feel like I can. You make me feel so balanced and so good about myself.'

'My beautiful Ash, you know it doesn't matter what you say or do, you just consistently make me love you more and more. To me you really are the most awesome man in the world and I do consider you to be my perfect man. I'm sorry if I made this hard for you but unlike a lot of gay guys, I've never been in a position where I have been sexually attracted to a straight guy, let alone emotionally attracted, so this was all unfamiliar territory for me too.'

'I am so glad you made the decision you did. It almost killed me when you got out of the bed and then when you stood there at the door deciding and changing your mind, I was begging you silently to come back to bed with me.'

'Why didn't you say something?'

'Lasseter you had to make a decision and I couldn't interfere with that. It had to be your decision. I didn't know you were in love with me but I knew you considered me your best friend and I knew your choice was in regard to that fact. Believe me I was bursting at the seems to say something but if you had chosen best friend then I would have dealt with that in whatever way I could and remained your best friend.'

There it was. The integrity that was the main ingredient of my beautiful Ash! It was true what I said to him. All the things he said and did, always made me love him even more. Here was a straight man who desperately wanted to experience sex with another man, a gay man, one that he had realised he had fallen in love with and still he put all of his own wants, needs and desires on hold because he knew the importance of our friendship to me. The guy could just blow me away in so many ways.

'Ash, I love you with all my heart and soul and I want you so badly that you just couldn't imagine.'

'You're wrong Lasseter!' Ash said surprising me.

'What are you saying?' I asked.

'Well I love you just as much but can't you feel how fucking hard my cock is? If you don't give me what I need soon, I think I will spontaneously combust.'

I laughed. It hadn't even occurred to me that Ash was sexually on the edge but that thought turned my laugh into a wicked and lascivious smile and when he saw it, his eyes ignited with a fire that wanted to consume me.

'Are you telling me you're a man-slut and that I have the opportunity to turn you in to a horn-dog?' I said and then I ran the tip of my tongue across my top lip.

Ash looked at me with an underlying wicked grin and then he told me there was a side to him that he had never expressed before. He said it was because he had never felt comfortable enough with any woman to set it free. He continued, telling me that when he was alone in bed and fantasising as he masturbated, it always was wild because his girlfriends had only wanted kissing, cuddling and the missionary position.

'Ash, I can guarantee that you just didn't find the right woman but far be it for me to be an advocate of women, especially to a straight man that I love and am lusting for, let me just say that if you want to fuck me with abandon whilst hanging upside down from the chandeliers, then baby, I'm your man.'

'Can I ask you a question?'

'Ash you can ask anything of me.' I replied.

'When can we have chandeliers installed?'

I can only imagine the look on my face as I lunged to devour the god beneath me whom I now wanted with a fever I would have thought impossible but before my lips reached his, his hands held me just out of reach.

'One final thing first Lasseter.'

'Anything Ash, anything at all.'

A moment ago was the second time tonight you called me baby. I don't know why but it makes my cock twitch. I love it when you call me that and I want you to call me your baby all the time.'

'As I just said Ash, anything you want, baby.'

The fire in his eyes suddenly became a wildfire and his sensitive expression that was always the foundation to the softness of his face, suddenly vanished and there beneath me appearing mercurially, was a frenetic, volatile and unpredictably impassioned Ash that I had never seen before.

'OH, BABY!'

With those words an untamed spirit was released and the quiet emotional seriousness faded unseen like morning dew, replaced by a moisture-consuming heat of the day. Ash's arms surrounded me and within seconds, without my realising what was happening, I was on my back and he was on top of me and his truly untasted lips were in and over and around my mouth as he kissed me like there would be no second chance. I couldn't have imagined that a man's tongue entering my mouth could have made me feel so alive but it did.

Ash's body moved like a snake as he slithered and writhed all over me. His cock really was incredibly hard and even though it slid over and across my skin, every now and then he would push it harder and I would feel it as it dug into my flesh attempting to enter me where no entrance existed. Man Ash was turning me on and I knew at that moment how desperate I was to have his big, hard and irresistible spear of man cock, driving deep into me and splaying the walls of my tight hole.

My legs wrapped around his legs and pushed them down toward the mattress and my arms tightened around his broad torso and I squeezed him hard while pushing his body and especially his pulsing meat, tighter and harder against me. He moaned as his sensitive knob rubbed and seemingly tried to search for space to move.

I released my grip and let my hands wander over his back. I caressed his skin firmly as I let my palms move everywhere and the sensuality of this touch entered my hands like energy, as they felt the extraordinary softness while soaking up the extensive lustful heat that permeated every cell of his masculine body. There was nothing I could do to him that didn't make my aching boner throb between us and when he suddenly adjusted his weight on top of me and his steal bar came down upon my hard-on, I thought for a moment my cock would break but it only propelled me deeper into my insatiable want of Ashes beautiful body and his large and succulent cock.

Sucking a mans cock or being sucked by a man is awesome and fucking a real man or being fucked by one is also awesome but I have to say that though some people may not agree with me, when a beautiful, hot man is lying on top of you, his tongue spearing into your mouth, his large chest rising and falling as it crushes and rubs against yours, his legs and feet swirling and slipping all over your own and his strong hands and arms embracing or caressing you and all the while his cock that you would almost do anything to devour, is digging and straining and rubbing as it forces you to think of little else than what pleasure it is going to give and derive from you; for me this is also as awesome an experience, when you truly love hot and steaming man on man sex. I fucking love it and Ash was taking me far beyond normal feelings, as he unconsciously filled all of those needs and more.

I reached down and cupped his firm white cheeks and I squeezed them. I dug my fingers into the flesh and pulled those soft, meaty globes apart and as I did I was amazed to hear Ash groan deeply and then immediately break our undisturbed first kiss to tell me that he wanted me to fuck him too. I looked at him and as I saw the deep red, passion-filled flush of the usually fair skin on his face, I saw an incredible want and hunger within his eyes.

'Anything you want baby, anything at all and I want you to fuck me just as deep. I love you Ash.' I said and he smiled but it wasn't a smile of friendship or happiness or love, it was a smile of the realisation of his lust and need fulfilled.

I reached up and pressed my palm to his face and ran my thumb over his gorgeous lips and as he looked down at me, devouring my unbreakable and wanton gaze, without word or warning, I forced my index finger fast, deep, hard and unchallenged, all the way into his virgin hole. It was a risk but there was something deeply hidden behind all of that hunger, which was something that was restrained and controlled and implored to be released. I don't know if anyone could understand this but it was or seemed to be another Ash, a never seen before Ash, an imprisoned Ash who wanted to feel and experience and go to an edge that he feared but sustained with desire. Some how I knew that he wanted to know the pain as well as the pleasure. It was not my thing but I loved Ash so much that I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

Ash's eyes widened in shock and he gasped from the branding-like pain, as if a burning poker had been thrust inside of him and I waited out the seconds, somewhat fearful. His eyes suddenly changed, he exhaled deeply and as he buried his throbbing cock hard into my stomach, I felt his arse clench tight and his hole crush my finger like concrete drying around it.

'I love you so much Lasseter.' He said and then his lips brushed mine with a subtle caress and he laid his head beside mine, as he allowed his virgin canal to both accept and savour the wanted yet unwanted intrusion. 'How did you know?' He asked amazed.

'Your eyes baby!' I replied.

Ash was breathing deeply but his glistening body was still, within the hot and moist connection that held us tightly together. I felt his hands and fingers tighten as he gripped the sides of my chest and then he squeezed me knowingly just that little bit more. I pressed my lips to the subtle curve that smoothed the way from neck to shoulder and I kissed it as if it were those lips that could send me into a dream.

Sooner than I expected, Ash's walls freed my finger and his cock again began to make its presence be known. I didn't wait for confirmation but now in a gentle manner, I began to manoeuvre my finger, softly massaging the tender pink hollow and I heard my beautiful Ash sigh as he began to move once more. I smiled knowing I had given him something he wanted while knowing that he never would have asked for it and guessing that he may not require it again. Such an infliction of pain was not my desire or way but as I had said to Ash, for him I would do anything at all.

After this unusual occurrence, again I felt my passions rise. I opened my mouth and pressed my teeth over his large shoulder and I licked the skin that lay between their soft grasp and I felt that common feeling of wanting to eat the man I loved. If I could have unzipped his chest and crawled inside of him at that moment, I would have had no hesitation and I would have buried myself within him for eternity. Still I wanted more.

I knew that I had already eaten Ash's cock once but the truth of the matter was that I wanted a second helping. I'm not usually a big eater but where Ash's delicious cock was concerned, right now, I thought I would be willing to make this a twelve-course meal. I slowly pulled my finger from within him and I forcefully pushed him off me and rolled him onto his back. Ash looked at me surprised and to some degree I could see not only disappointment but also a fear that he had done something wrong or that I had changed my mind. I propped myself above him and I stared down into his beautiful eyes.

'Ash I know what you want right now and I want to give it to you and you are going to get it but first, I think it is important that you have your cock sucked again. It will be valuable experience for you for having a relationship with another man. You're going to have to get used to giving me your cock at all times of day and whenever I want it. It is mine now and it makes me very hungry and so I have decided that you will feed me whenever I want to be fed.'

Talk about a Kodak moment. The look on Ash's face was priceless. He was so stunned by my outrageous statement that he could not contain his amusement and he began to laugh. I winked at him and smiled and as he continued to laugh, I pulled his legs apart and kneeled between them. I lifted his long, straight cock and I bent down and after I had sucked it and moistened it, I took it to the back of my throat and I swallowed the head. I heard Ash gasp and I remained still for a time and then began to clench my throat muscles around his bulging knob.

'Holy fuck, Lasseter!' He yelled.

I grabbed his nut sack and stretched and massaged it and as I released his cock from my throat, I reached up with my other hand and squeezed his tiny nipple hard.

'Aw shit, Lasseter!' He cried out and as he began to writhe beneath me, I began to slaughter his cock with my mouth and tongue as I pumped its length hard and fast.

'Holy shit man?' He said in disbelief.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and now I worked it and his balls with my tongue and lips. I stretched his sack upwards so he could see and watch me and as I stared into his eyes, I ran my tongue all over his sack, stopping occasionally to suck a nut between my lips. His face was an advertisement for enjoyment and so I ran my tongue over the sack and continued along the seven inches until I reached his knob and then I lifted his cock, sealed his knob between my lips and I literally sucked like I was trying to pull a golf ball through a garden hose. I pressed my tongue-tip hard against the slit and wriggled it and then I sucked on it again before licking all the way back down to his sack. He watched as I took it entirely into my mouth and then I sucked on his jewels and fisted his cock and I could tell he was getting very close. It was now that I decided to do something else to him first and somehow I felt certain it had never been done before. I popped his nuts from my mouth and rose back up and he looked at me as he shook his head.

'Are you certain you're willing to feed me your cock whenever I want it?'

'Lasseter, lover, man you can feast anytime you want.' He said letting me know that he had really enjoyed my stimulation of his cock.

I smiled at him and then I grabbed his thighs and I lifted his legs high into the air. I stretched them apart and pushed my face into the base of his cheeks and I simply pushed my tongue as hard and as deep as I could. Just from the little work my finger had done, his hole was loosened enough and my speared tongue entered easier then I expected. I pumped it and wriggled it and I licked and pushed and pulled and my beautiful Ash was gasping and moaning in astonishment. I was right. The things that most women won't do!

I pulled my tongue from my first playful prodding and as I did I realised this was the first time I had actually seen Ash's naked arse and man was it one, hot arse. I already knew that his balls were shaved but I was shocked to see that his arse crack was as smooth as silk as well. I could not contain myself and I began to slide my tongue tip the length of his arse crack and with Ash continuing to sigh and groan and his eyes rolling back in his head, I knew that we were both very, VERY happy men. I returned to his sphincter and I tongue fucked him for some time. Ash was throwing his head about and he looked like he was on fire.

'Aw shit, eat me Lasseter, fuck my hole with your hot tongue.' He screamed and though I didn't answer, all I thought was that it was my pleasure but more than anything, Ash was my pleasure.

I finally wrapped my arms around his hips and I pulled his arse against my chest and then I pushed my mouth as tight as I could and I thrust my tongue so deep and so hard that I wondered if I would be able to retrieve it. I swear for a moment I thought it was going to rip from my mouth as Ash tightened his hole around it but then he loosened almost immediately and I pumped and licked those walls and Ash was in heaven.

Entrée over, it was soon time for my main meal but I didn't release Ash's body from the position I had him in just yet. His cock as it seemed to be becoming the standard, was still a slab of stone and I thought, just a little pain with a lot of pleasure. I grabbed his stiff meat and as I stared into his eyes, I did not move but I opened my mouth. His brow furrowed, uncertainty filled his eyes and then I began to bend his cock backwards between his legs. He looked in shock as he realised what I intended to do and I raised my eyebrow like Spock and said; 'Curious?'

I could see Ash begin to laugh but then as I pulled this block of hardwood between his legs, I saw him grimace and I stopped. I bent my head forward and took his hot cock backwards and he sighed as I leaned a little more forward. I slid it in and out of my mouth for a short time and then allowed it to slap his belly. I lowered him down onto the mattress again and began to approach his cock again.

'Lasseter?' He called.

'Yeah baby?' I replied.

'Kiss me first?' He said tenderly.

I moved forward and down until my body rested on his and he brought his arms around me and held me tight.

'Ash, baby, if you ever want a kiss, my lips are yours to take.' I said.

'I love you Lasseter.' He replied.

The kiss was long and I mean very long and we rolled about in a heated and passionate exchange but then I eventually slid away and made my way back and when I reached his cock, the pool of pre-come on his abdomen was huge. I looked at it and then I looked up at him and he smiled.

'Be proud baby that is impressive.' I said and then I wiped my finger through it and sucked it onto my tongue. I wiped the finger through it again and then circled it over his nipple and then leaned down and sucked it hard.

'Aw Lasseter.' He cried out.

I then used several fingers and scooped almost all of the rest up and coated his knob in the clear, warm liquid and as I held his cock up in the air, I bent down and licked his belly clean. I then devoured his cock again. The taste of his pre-come coated knob was delicious. My head began to bob up and down as I took his man meat and sucked and licked and savaged it for my eventual satisfaction. After everything so far, Ash was now truly on the edge and I was more than willing to push him off, very hard.

I pumped his cock as I licked and massaged it with my tongue and I swear I had fallen in love with his cock as well. I pushed it against my palate and I rubbed the top of it hard and I heard him moan. I then wrapped my tongue around it and dragged it out the length before pushing it back in and then I pushed the tip against my throat and worked it up and down and now my man was truly teetering on the edge. I steadied and positioned myself, took a very deep breath and exhaled and then once again I swallowed that knob and closed my throat around it. I am so glad that unlike most men, I have no gag reflex.

Ash was calling out my name over and over again and I began to lightly move up and down over the increasingly swelling knob.

'Oh!'

'Ah!'

'Oh fuck!'

'Aw Lasseter!'

'Ah, damn, fuck!'

'Aw, holy fucking shit, Lasseter...'

'Arhhhhhh!'

Man when my Ash blew, hell did he blow. I was amazed as those cords of thick, hot man juice spurted deep and hard and hot into my oesophagus. Before he was done I slid back and let my mouth fill and I tasted and savoured the nectar of the man that I loved.

Ash was wasted for the moment and I did the loving partner thing and cleaned and polished his hot cock using the only product I had. My mouth. What can I say; a woman's work is never done. Just kidding guys.

I moved up and lay beside Ash. I wrapped my arm around his head and pulled it against my chest. He smiled up at me and then closed his eyes as he continued breathing deeply. I caressed with the tips of my fingers all over his chest and I tenderly rubbed his nipples. Ash was one of those guys with very small nipples but right at this moment they both stood like tiny round pyramids.

'Lasseter, I have never experienced anything like that. It was amazing.'

I smiled at him as he opened his eyes and it made me feel so good that I had been able to not only satisfy him but also make him happy. I leaned down and began to kiss him but it was a heated kiss and I pulled on his cock as I brought him back to life.

'Ash baby, I'm gonna fuck you senseless.' I said breaking the kiss.

His eyes flicked open wide but his surprise instantly transformed to desire. I slid my fist down the shaft of his cock tightly, stretching it well beyond its norm and then I reached and dragged his balls up and pressed them against the base of his cock. Ash had already begun to moan. I directed my hand deeper and found his puckering hole with ease and then I pressed a flat finger over it and pushed as I massaged it in small circles.

'Ash, I want to be inside of you so badly but are you sure that this is what you want? You don't have to do this just for me.'

'Lasseter, I haven't stopped thinking about having you inside of me or being inside of you for the last two months.' He replied and I couldn't have been happier with his response.

'Oh baby you make me so fucking hard. I want to be joined to you and to make love to you but right now baby, you make me want to fuck you and you make me want to fuck you so deep and so hard. I'm going to fill your tight hole, and spray those cock-strangling pink walls with my man junk.'

'Aw fuck Lasseter, yes. Fuck me lover and fill me deep!' He cried out and the expression on Ash's face was more than I could have asked for. His eyes were filled with yet another secret desire and his face flushed and his eyes drilled into mine.

I wrapped my other hand around his cock. It wasn't just what I was doing, it was also what I was saying and I could see the reaction to my words. He was enjoying them, his cock was twitching with each description and so I decided to speak to him right at that moment to see if I could push him over the edge.

'Can you feel that hand around your cock right at this moment? Yeah baby, feel that hand squeezing that big, hard cock. Feel that hand stroking up and down. You like that don't you? You like a man's hand around your cock. Yeah baby, feel my hand on your cock. You love it! I love your cock and I want to touch your cock all the time. Aw man look at that hand stroking your rigid cock. Let your cock explode for me. Are you going to shoot that big load for me? I can see the pre-come oozing from that succulent knob. Oh baby you make me want to wrap my lips around your big, stiff cock and suck you into oblivion. I want to eat you baby. I want you so bad. I want you to shoot for me, spray for me and bust a nut for me. Man I want you to blow that huge load for me, now!'

'Ah, holy fucking shit Lasseter. Aw, goddamn, arhhhh.

Ash blew again and I held my hand tightly around the beautiful, hard slab of meat and pointed it into the air. Once again the cords shot out but this time they were landing on his body and more thick oozing cream flooded over his huge knob and I arched my head and opened my mouth and I sucked his cream-covered cock yet again. As I was sucking and he was in spasm beneath me, I pushed the first joint of my finger through the ring and I wriggled it and then I moved up and kissed his chest.

'I love your body Ash.' I said and then I licked his tit like it would give me the greatest of taste sensations. 'I just want to eat you up baby.' I said.

'Dinner is served!' He replied wickedly and though it turned me on incredibly, I couldn't help but laugh. I kissed down his body, kissed his cock like it was my lover then gave it another quick suck and gave him a sweet lick to his jewels.

I rose up onto my knees. I actually thought just for a moment about the story I had read and how I had wanted to experience it with Ash but as I looked down into his eyes, I realised that one man's experience can never be another's. I also decided that though I wanted the soft warmth of making love, I thought that Ash wanted more and so it would have to wait for another time. Ash wanted wild and though I didn't know if I was succeeding, still I was trying to give it to him.

'Ash, do you want the pain again?' I asked hesitantly.

'It was a fantasy Lasseter but it's not what I want or need. Just you and your cock Lasseter, it's all I need now.' He replied and though I said nothing, I was relieved there was no line to cross. He reached to his bedside table and handed me an old favourite. It was KY in a tube. I threw it on the bed beside me and then went to work. One finger, two fingers and then finally three. For Ash, to my surprise, being finger fucked and stretched at the same time was enjoyable and I stretched it out, (no pun intended), for some time as I watched his face as it morphed from moments of pain to moments of pleasure.

With a large squirt from the tube, I lubed his hole and my cock and then I began a slow insertion, taking the time to let him become accustomed to what I hoped would be a very regular visitor. With only an inch left, I paused and I leaned forward putting my hands on the mattress on either side of his body. I looked into his eyes deeply and I cannot describe how in love with this man I felt at that moment. He was gazing back at me and his eyes were glazed with emotion and he reached up and ran his fingers down my cheek. It may sound strange but I actually felt like I wanted to cry.

'I love you so much Ash!' I said and then I rammed the last inch into him and he groaned and cried out as he felt the filling and the pressure and he knew that he and I were one.

I stayed in this position for just a short time and then I began to withdraw and I continuously reminded him to breathe. I felt my knob approaching the ring and I immediately began another slow insertion. I continued this for some time, a shorter time than would normally be expected but each time I raised my pace until soon enough my cock was moving in and out with a rhythm. Whether I was withdrawing or inserting, Ash moaned with every action. His face was a perspiring, deep pinkish-red and he kept looking up at me with a look of disbelief. I don't think he could really fathom how good another man's cock inside of him could make him feel. The moment that I saw Ash was becoming used to what was happening, I let go of my control and gave us both what we wanted. The truly extraordinary thing was that though I thought I was just going to let go and go wild, I had no idea what was about to happen.

I was staring at Ash and I was thinking that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. With my arms around his thighs and leaning forward as I pumped his hot and tight hole, I was running my hands over any part of his body I could touch. I don't know if it was because of his fair skin but I had never felt such smooth and soft skin on a man. I suddenly became caught up, one might say entranced by the utter sensuality of it all. The sight of his face and body, the sounds of his whispered purrs and moans, the sensations of his glistening and smooth skin and then of course there was the fact, with its undeniable feeling, of my rigidly hard cock diving deep and hard into his tender and tight virgin hole. I became lost within it all as the emotions, like some consuming ocean, dragged me down into an abyss of lust and sensuality wrapped in love and I began to fuck Ash so hard and so fast and with such overwhelming need for him that it was as if I was floating in some dark and starless part of space. If it weren't for his ecstatic cries of yes and fuck me and harder, I wonder if anything would ever have brought me back.

I blinked and there were his teal green eyes, like the perfect partner to his loud, beseeching voice, silently imploring me for more. I was cock-punching his tight canal like a man obsessed and I suddenly heard myself begin to almost growl with each pounding thrust. I could feel the multitude of sweat beads running down my forehead and also over my chest. My whole body had become apart of this awesome arse fucking that I was giving to Ash.

Ash wasn't just lying there taking it. He was a man who liked to get involved and even lying on his back he was writhing not just from pleasure but also to move his hot arse and make this fuck, one to remember.

I lifted his legs off my shoulders, almost straightening them and I pushed them toward him, lifting his arse higher into the air and man oh man did Ash have the perfect peach to be parted. I was fucking that arse with mind-bending intensity and suddenly I wanted to eat that peach again. A desire for another time I thought and then I looked at Ash and amidst his grunts and groans of absorbing pleasure, I saw him step back and reach for control. I couldn't believe it. Ash had already come three times and here he was trying to halt a forth explosion. I wondered if I had found myself a sex titan.

I was well and truly sprinting along the very edge of a precipice and I knew I couldn't maintain the pace and the balance and the endurance. Ash was now not just groaning, he was screaming out to me that he loved me and that he wanted me and that I was his lover and the more that he said these things of me, it was him who was sending me over the edge. I wanted him to blow again, not necessarily with me but definitely while he was being fucked with abandon. I put his legs back on my shoulders, arched my body and angled my cock hard onto his prostate as I continued to fuck him like there was no tomorrow.

'Aw man, holy fucking shit Lasseter. Jeeezzuuz fuck me dead.'

I couldn't help but smile for a moment before I felt myself gasp and I held my breath and grabbed his hot hard cock and as I fisted it and strangled it and punched it with what little strength I had left, my body began to convulse, Ash shot all over his face and we both cried out in total ecstasy. I blew and I blew but no matter how much I tried to continue to fuck him, my rhythm was askew and it was only my jerking, jolting body that pushed my cock inside him. Finally, as the last shots fired from my cock, I could no longer stay on my knees. I lowered his legs down, my cock sliding out of him as I did and I lowered myself down on top of him, licking his nectar from his lips and face as we kissed before collapsing within each other's arms.

We must have laid there in our silent reverie for at least ten minutes before either of us spoke. I know I was breathing like a man who had just finished running a cross country obstacle course and I could also feel Ash's large chest lifting me up and down. I wondered if my wait was bothering him as I lay on top of him and so I asked him if he wanted me to move.

'Never Lasseter. I want you against me forever.' He replied and I smiled like a man who had just been given the gift of a lifetime.

I tightened my embrace of his body and I raised my head and I began to kiss him so completely and tenderly and he returned the kiss in exact equal measure. I was rubbing my body against his and the heat between us was not just a temperature but more so it was an emotional intensity. All of the intense emotional feelings that had been temporarily subdued by the assault of our sexual needs and desperation, now charged forward assailing us both and our love was given completely through kiss and touch. It really was overwhelming for two people who had never experienced this depth of love, like so many others have.

Our kiss continued and after some time, Ash rolled me and again I was beneath him. With the change in position, I suddenly realised that Ash's cock was once again pressed into my stomach and rock hard yet again. I pushed him backwards, breaking our kiss and I looked at him in amazement.

'Ash! You are fucking insatiable!'

'Hey, you're hard too Lasseter so don't make out like it's just me.'

'Yeah Ash but I haven't just flooded the world with four massive loads of semen in an hour. I'm beginning to think I am going to have to milk your gorgeous cock like a cow every morning.'

'Promise?' He said with a hungry grin.

I rolled my eyes but I was thinking I was the luckiest gay man alive. 'So already you expect me to be your milk maid. Next thing I'll know, you'll me expecting me to higher some massive bull with a massive cock to fuck you at certain times of the year.'

'Well?'

'Ash? You arsehole!'

'I'm just kidding. You are my man and yours is the only cock I want or need but still, if you did want to milk my cock every morning?' He said with a smirk.

I shook my head like a chastising parent but the truth was if he had asked me to go down on him again right at that moment, there was nothing in the world that would have stopped me.

'Lasseter, when we were speaking earlier tonight, you kept saying you'd do anything for me.'

'Within reason. I won't commit a crime and I won't negate my principles.'

'So anything else then is okay?' He said almost ignoring the rest.

'Yeah?' I said tentatively and now worried about what I had set myself up for.

'Excellent! So you won't mind if I fuck you right now then?'

'OH BABY!'

Ash dropped down a little and like an absolute pro, he had his cock lubed and knocking on the door before I knew it. I could feel his knob pushing against me and then he turned and looked at me. He brought both arms up and his hands gripped me at the sides of my chest. His eyes were almost childlike in their excitement and his smile was so enticing it made my heart skip a beat.

'Lasseter I know you have been alone for a long time because of your Agoraphobia and I know you barely leave your home, so I'm guessing it has been some time since you last had sex?'

'Yes Ash, your right. I haven't been fucked or fucked a man in a very long time. Why?' I asked.

'Do I need to stretch you like you did me?' He asked concerned.

'I guess I am possibly tighter than I last was but I suspect that I'll be okay. Just don't go charging in like a bull at a gate.' I said laughing.

'What about after I'm through the gate?' He asked.

'Ash when I'm ready, I promise you'll know.'

He lowered his head and kissed my chest and then gripping me tighter, he pulled himself upward and I felt that big knob begin to argue with the door. I grimaced but then I remembered to use and control my muscles. I focused and just for long enough to give him the upper hand, I relaxed my ring and in he popped. It hurt like shit for a few seconds and he looked at me unsure. I nodded and he advanced. This happened maybe three times and finally he was in to the hilt and all seven inches were more than I had ever had in my life. We were now eye to eye again and I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with so much love. In the middle of the kiss, I suddenly felt my heart begin to break.

'Lasseter, what's wrong?' he ask with serious concern. 'Am I hurting you?'

'No Ash, not at all. In fact, you are far from hurting me. To be truthful, you are healing me. Ash, it is hard enough for me to believe that I even have you in the first place but the fact that I am in love with you and that you are in love with me and that now you are buried deep inside of me and joined to me, is for me, almost beyond belief.'

'Why?' He asked.

'Ash baby, it's because I didn't believe that with my condition, I would ever have the chance of being with another man again and then you come along, turn my world upside down and now you're making me one of the happiest men alive. I love you so much Ash.' I said and a tear rolled down from my eye.

Ash slid his arms beneath me and held me so tight to him and then he pressed his lips to mine and slid his tongue into my mouth and as my emotions rose with my love for Ash, he began to make love to me like no man ever had before.

His cock slid in and out with a perfect rhythm as the strength of his legs and hips empowered his prostrate position. His kiss was deep and heavy and undying and his grip held me so tight that I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. I didn't want to. I knew he was doing this for me. I knew he was showing me how much he loved me and that he was happy to make love to me and that he didn't only want to fuck me wildly. For what must have been twenty minutes he continued to fill me and kiss me and hold me like this and as his body slid over mine with each long and hard stroke, I knew that without any other stimulation, Ash was going to make me blow. We were both moaning and sighing with each forward and backward stroke and then he pulled his lips from mine.

'I love you Lasseter!' He said with the most incredible sincerity and with those words as I stared into those amazing eyes, I unleashed between our bodies as I called his name.

It was all he needed to see and hear and he punched his cock deep and filled me with another extraordinary load. With each shot-producing lunge of his body that pushed his cock in deep, his manly male tones of his sated expulsions were muffled as he again pressed his lips to mine.

I lay there beneath this beautiful, now completely exhausted man, his soft yet powerful body, splayed out on top of me, a huge cock that seemed infinitely empowered to remain hard, still inside of me and I felt as if life had finally turned around. I stretched my arms around him and caressed his back from top to bottom without any thought that I would ever stop and knowing that I didn't want to.

'Ash?' I said in a whisper in case he had fallen asleep.

Yeah lover?' He replied making me smile at his term of endearment.

'Earlier you said I never left my home.'

'Yeah.' He said lifting his head and looking at me questioningly.

'I don't want this to be my home. I want it to be our home. How do you feel about that?'

'What do you think about turning my bedroom into a study?' He replied and smiled.

'I love you Ash!'

'I love you too Lasseter!'

I ushered his head back down onto my chest and as I continued to caress his back with one hand, I ran my fingers gently through his hair with the other. Minutes later I felt his weight and I knew he was finally asleep. I began to relax as well and I knew that I was tired and was ready for the land of nod myself. I inhaled deeply, smelling the familiar personal scent of Ash that at times could make my cock grow hard and I smiled knowing that his scent would be with me, hopefully, for a very long time to come.

As I felt my eyes get heavy and the lids began to drop, the most astonishing thought came to me and though I didn't know why it did, somehow it just felt right. It occurred to me that unlike Harold Bell Lasseter, I found myself a reef of gold and to begin with, most people would have considered it fool's gold but to my surprise, I found a fortune of wealth like no other. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Name: Grant Baber

E-mail: gbquesting@gmail.com

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