Crown Vic to a Parallel World

32

Those That Will, and Those That Won’t

I sank into the steaming water in the stone tub that was actually behind the waterfall.  It felt great on my tired muscles.  Shawn got in opposite me.  The tub, really more of a pool, was big enough for both of us to sit with our legs stretched out toward each other, and our feet just didn’t touch.  It was deep enough to cover Shawn’s shoulders.  He’d set towels, soap, our clothes, and a light source on a dry rock ledge above the pool.

The light source looked like a glowing coffee mug.  It filled the semi-cave with soft, diffused light and added to the ambiance.  The waterfall streamed, the water lapped the rocks, steam wafted from the water’s surface, and the light glowed on everything, including Shawn’s flushed face.  I erected a dome barrier of telekinetic magic over the pool.  It blocked the sound of the waterfall, which was a shame, but the steam it held fogged the barrier like it was a glass shower wall.  Instead of a pool behind a waterfall, we were transported to a private luxury sauna.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

Shawn sighed a deep, tension-releasing sigh.  “I found the definition of ‘heaven’ in your memories.  I think this is it.”

I reveled in how good Shawn felt and hoped my emotions were as soothing to him as his were to me.  “Anything I can do to add to the experience?” I asked.

He leaned back with his eyes shut.  “Too soon for that.  I want to soak for a while.”

“I meant, like a shoulder massage.  I’m looking forward to playtime, but I want to soak first too.”

Shawn picked his head up, his eyes luminous through the steam.  “Anything?” He asked, his voice tentative.

“Sure.”

“How about a foot rub?” He broke the water’s surface with his left leg.

I leaned toward it, stopped, and settled back against the rock.  I wrapped my magic around Shawn’s foot and ankle.  He tensed as he felt the touch of my power, which was a fair reaction.  After all, he’d just witnessed that same power handle a tree weighing several tons like it was a ball-bat.  I stroked his foot to get him to relax.  It worked.  He sighed again and laid his head back.  “Just be careful.” He cautioned me.

I got Shawn to lower his left leg and to show me his other foot.  I wrapped my magic around his right, and he lowered it.  I went to work on both.  I rubbed and kneaded the soles and the tops like I had two pairs of hands massaging at the same time.  I worked from his heels to his toes, flexed and massaged his ankles.  I spent extra time with the calloused areas, working the heat of the water into the muscles and joints.

I tried to quiet my mind and open myself to Shawn’s emotions.  I read his feelings, letting his pleasure guide my power.  He relaxed completely and moaned.  “Sooooo goooooood, aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh…”

I worked on Shawn’s feet for a long time.  He enjoyed the massage, and I enjoyed his pleasure.  His relaxation, relaxed me.  “Oohhhhh…you better stop or I’m going to fall asleep.” He cautioned.

I stroked his feet a few times and released the magic.  He scooted back to sit up straighter, his elbows rested on the rim of the pool behind him, a sweet, satisfied smile played across his face.  “That was amazing.” He purred.

“I liked it to.”

“When you do that, how much can you feel?”

I opened my mouth to answer but paused when I felt something through my magic that I didn’t expect.  I felt a pair of hands and the scratch of a close beard on the dome barrier I’d erected over the bath.  I raised my eyes to where I felt Bem trying to peep on us.  I checked to make certain it was impossible to see through the fogged barrier.  I reassured myself that it was and mentally wished Bem a ‘nice try.’

Bem’s presence distracted me from answering the question Shawn had asked.  I completely forgot about it for a second and started a new topic. “What do you think of Bem?” I asked.

“Bem?” Shawn asked, temporarily derailed by my question. “What do you mean?”

I tried to explain what I meant, but I still found the whole thing embarrassing, so I stumbled over my words. “The way he keeps teasing me and saying he’ll have me and all.  I mean, he’s good looking.  I thought about what it would be like with him, but I didn’t actually consider doing anything about it.  I mean…the culture here is pretty permissive.  Would it be a normal thing for us to…you know?”

Shawn grasped what I wanted to know in spite of my rambling. “Are you asking me if I’d have sex with Bem?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes, I would.” Shawn announced, much more easily than I expected him to. “He’s a little more forward about his desire than I find palatable, but I like him, and I’m attracted to him.  I don’t think it would ever be more than casual, but there’s nothing wrong with that.  I haven’t brought it up because I know you’re not ready.”

I thought I understood what Shawn had said, but I wanted clarification. “So…so if…if I was ready, then you’d be OK with me and you and him?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.” I said and rolled that thought around in my mind.  I had to admit to myself that the idea of a threesome was hot.  I wondered who would do what to who.  Bem was only a little shorter than Shawn, but he was built on a much more delicate frame.  I wondered if that meant anything.  Of course, Bem seemed to have a great, big personality.  I wondered what that said about his lovemaking.”

“Hey there.” Shawn said and waved his left foot at me.  I acknowledged him with eye contact and a grin.  Shawn lowered his foot under the water again. “I was asking how much you can feel.” He reminded me.

“Right.” I agreed and went back to what I’d been getting ready to say to Shawn before Bem distracted me. “I can feel everything I touch.  Small things I can feel all at once, large things, like the tree, I have to focus on different parts of it to experience them.”

As if to illustrate my point just to me, Bem started crawling over the dome barrier, dragging his face on the magic as he went.  I assumed he was looking for a hole in the fog.  I once again double checked to make certain Bem wouldn’t be able to see through it and went back to my conversation with Shawn.

When I gave Shawn my attention, his eyes widened and flashed, then narrowed to sensuous slits.  He felt curious and naughty.  “The implications of that, of you being able to feel so much, are…interesting.” He murmured.

I got an idea of what he was thinking and agreed with him.  “I thought about what it would be like to wrap my magic around all of you.”

An erotic shiver went through him.  “We’ll have to…uh…maybe when we get home, after you’ve had more time to practice.  For now, you just made me feel amazing.  What can I do for you?”

“Come over here and let me touch you.  My hands miss your body.”  I scooted forward off the side of the pool.  Shawn closed the distance between us and moved to sit on my lap facing me, his legs around my waist.  We kissed.  He leaned back, offering his beautiful torso to me.  I touched and kissed and explored, tracing my tongue over the topography of his chest and stomach.  I teased his soft pink nipples and licked and gently bit the base of his ribcage where the arched bone gave shape to the top of his flat stomach.

I surprised him when I raised his arms, one at a time, and buried my face in each of his pits to breathe his scent and lick the saltiness of the tender skin.  I had a momentary qualm when I felt Shawn’s surprise.  I worried I’d gone too far with my worship because I hadn’t yet exposed the extent of my scent lust.  I shoved the worry aside and told myself to enjoy the moment.

Shawn proved to me that I’d made the right decision.  He felt desired and lusty and naughty and nasty and sexy as I made my slow tour of his body, using all my senses to enjoy him.  He shook with pleasure while I burned with need.  We came together, joined our individual passion into a single fiery lust as we basked in each other and our own, steamy, private world.  Bem remained on the dome, kept on the outside of my magic while I reveled on the inside.

Shawn and I fucked and washed, then fucked and washed again.  We took turns topping and bottoming, the sessions equal in all respects.

Shawn had started the session by calling an end to the foreplay with the words, “I want to fuck you now.”

The fact that he’d sworn told me that polite, everyday Shawn had retreated inside of lusty Shawn.  That was fine with me.  I appreciated the directness.  I also appreciated that Shawn seemed to think there was a time and a place for everything.  For him, it seemed there was no place in regular conversation for verbal obscenity.  He reserved that for when he participated in obscene acts.  I found it interesting that he was disciplined enough to keep the language separate.

I went along with what Shawn wanted and offered myself to him.  I climbed up on the rocks just above the water level and set myself up on my knees with my ass pointed at him. “Give it to me.” I encouraged him. “Any way you want to.”

I felt Shawn’s lust grow hotter as he approached me.  He patted my ass with the palm of his hand and raked me with his eyes. “That’s hot.  Seeing you, the way you offer yourself to me like that, with your big body on display, it turns me on.  You really love bottoming for me, don’t you?” Shawn asked.

“Yes, I LOVE it!” I readily admitted.  I tilted my hips under his hands to make my offer more urgent. “Come on…give it to me.”

Shawn patted my ass some more, then he spit directly in my hole and rubbed it in.  I felt the familiar heat as he used his magic to open me.  I wondered how much longer he’d do that.  I wondered when he’d be ready to do me without the magic prep.  I hoped it would be soon.  I wanted to know what that would feel like.

Shawn spit in my hole again and fingered it inside me.  I whimpered in pleasure as he teased my hole with his strong, smooth, probing fingers. “You’re so responsive.” Shawn observed.  He rubbed the tip of his thumb around the outside of my stretched pucker and watched me squirm like it proved his point. “For some guys, it’s all about their cock, but you…you seem to take so much pleasure from your hole.  I can feel it, through our link.  I can feel how intense it is for you.”

He grazed his fingers against my prostate and sent electric ripples of pure sex through my body as I continued to gibber incoherently from the pleasure.  Shawn left his fingers inside me but held them still until I found my voice to respond to his prompting. “JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!” I demanded.

Pride swelled inside Shawn, pride that he could make me beg like he had.  That was fine with me.  Begging him for dick didn’t make me feel any less manly, just like bottoming for him didn’t make me feel submissive.  I knew that when I wanted to top him, he’d let me.  I knew that he wouldn’t just let me, he’d welcome me inside him and would enjoy the experience.  Our liaisons were mutual.  We traded roles based on what we wanted in the moment.  In that moment, I wanted to be fucked.

Shawn pulled his fingers from my hole, and I felt the strange sensation of air invading a part of me that it normally wouldn’t be able to reach.  I’d learned to hold myself open for him between fingers and dick.  I knew that the hollow feeling of coolness would soon be replaced with the stuffed full feeling of hot, throbbing meat.

I didn’t have to wait long as Shawn filled me with one of his signature lunges.  He very rarely worked his way in.  Most of the time, once he breached my opening with his mushroom head, he pressed the rest of his length inside with a single, relentless violation.  I moaned and he grunted in response to his bottoming out in my guts.  My hole adjusted quickly to his familiar presence and Shawn draped himself across my back like he usually did for a few dirty words before he started to move.

“You like that?” He asked in a voice that told me he knew that I did.  He ground his hips against my ass to make me whimper and groan, then he asked the question again. “Do you?”

“You FUCKING know that I do.” I replied when I found my voice.

Shawn kissed the side of my face and the back of my neck. “Yes, I do.” He admitted.  He pushed himself from my back and held his body upright behind me, with his hands gripped to my ample hips as he fucked me with long, steady strokes.

I liked every different way he fucked me, but the long strokes were one of my favorites.  I felt them more deeply, a full body pleasure that was physical and mental and sensual all at once.  The long, slow strokes served to draw out my pleasure of getting fucked and it seemed to draw out his pleasure of fucking me.  It was a win/win style we could both enjoy.

I loved the long strokes so much that I always wanted them to go on and on and on.  That was impossible, though.  Shawn couldn’t last forever.  No one could.  His climax would approach, no matter how hard he tried to fend it off.  He would start to lose himself in the pleasure.  As it happened to him, it would happen to me.  His increasingly haywire emotions would feedback into mine and drive us both closer to the edge.

Shawn’s impending orgasm had never been enough to spontaneously initiate mine, but it had been close a few times.  I think I would have succumbed to it if he would have allowed himself to finish in my ass, but he never did.  Shawn knew my preference and he always gave me what I wanted.  He slow-fucked me until he was close to his climax, then he rabbit-fucked me with short, intense strokes until he was ready to burst.  He pulled out and let me scramble to get my lips around his cock, so he could feed me his first and best load.

I grabbed Shawn to support him while he recovered from his orgasm.  I held him against my body while I rolled his cream around my mouth to savor it as long as I could before I gulped it down. “Delicious.” I complimented him.

Shawn had his breath back by then.  He challenged my assertion. “Let me taste.” He said and kissed me with a tongue that tried to lick my tonsils.

“Mmmmm,” he smacked his lips when he took his tongue back, “I do taste good.”

“Yes, you do.” I agreed and licked my lips to prove it.

“It’s your turn now.” Shawn prompted me. “How do you want me?”

I had Shawn recline on the water-smoothed-rocks so I could admire the whole of his glistening body.  I was tempted to make another slow tour of him, but my cock was getting impatient.  I ran my hands up and down his smooth thighs while his cock pointed at me and throbbed in time with the pulse of his body.

I moved my hands under his legs and pushed them up to expose his soft, pink hole.  I deliberately maintained eye contact with Shawn while I brought my mouth to his ass from below.  Shawn drew a sharp breath and cooed it back out as I nuzzled his tight ball sack out of the way and sealed my lips to his ass.  He gasped again when I screwed my tongue into him.

I tasted the salt of his sweat and the intimate tang of his ass while I breathed the musk from under his balls.  I kept my eyes locked to his while I feasted on his hole.  The eye contact added a dimension to the act.  I felt it along our link.  Shawn felt sexy and nasty and desired while he watched me rim him.  I felt powerful and lusty as I watched him gasp and moan from the intimate attention.

I wanted to eat him on and on, but my cock was prompting me to move on.  The little guy was getting quite insistent that he wanted some action.  I stood to my full height and gazed down into Shawn’s eyes while I lined myself up to his hole by feel.  I did my best to replicate his smooth lunge as I pressed myself inside him.  His ass welcomed me into its tight heat and made me feel right at home.

I fucked Shawn with long strokes like he had done to me.  Shawn quickly grew impatient with slow. “Harder.” He encouraged me with a lusty whisper. “Make me feel it.”

I upped my efforts to drive myself into him harder.  He reached down to pull at my hips to encourage me to go even harder.  I slammed myself into him over and over while he grunted each time I bottomed out.  Shawn took one of his hands from my hips and used it to stroke himself.  I felt that he was trying to time his second orgasm to my first.  He jerked himself frantically while I fucked his ass.

I felt myself getting close and tried to hold off so I could enjoy fucking Shawn as long as possible.  Shawn took the decision from me when he climaxed first.  He shouted his pleasure while his orgasm erupted from his cock and painted his belly and chest.  As he came, his ass clenched around my cock and drove me over the edge.  My whole body tensed as I buried myself balls-deep inside him to ride out the orgasm.  I held myself upright while I blasted what felt like gallons of cum into Shawn’s receptive ass.

As we both came down from the orgasm high, our eyes met again through the cloying steam of our private sauna.  Shawn grinned pure sensual satisfaction at me.  I smiled my own pleasure down at him.  Shawn’s eyes flicked along his body, to the Jackson Pollack pattern of cum that glazed his porcelain skin.

I leaned down, bending my body as tightly as my inflexible frame would allow, and licked the cream from him while I held my still-hard member inside him.  I had to pull out when my tongue reached his cum-filled navel.  I licked it thoroughly and also cleaned off the head of his cock before allowing my mouth to trail back up Shawn’s body until I could kiss him.

Our mouths met and our gazes smoldered and we savored the taste of each other post-orgasm.  I reached under his body and gathered him to me.  I stood up and held Shawn’s body against mine while I brought us both into the deeper hot water of the pool to rinse off.  I lowered us into the water and kissed Shawn until the most urgent arousal passed off.  We snuggled against each other and washed again.

*          *          *          *

Sometime during the proceedings, Bem gave up and slid off the magic dome, presumably to return to camp so we wouldn’t catch him when we were finished with our bath and sex session.

When Shawn and I finished our liaison, I released the barrier to let some cool air in, so we could dry off.  The steam that had been bottled up under my magic rose into the air like a cloud from under the lid of a boiling pot.  We toweled each other off and dressed in the robes that Shawn had bought on our last day at the hotel.

We crossed the cool clearing to join Neb and Bem by the crackling fire.  We’d cooked in the water for so long, Shawn looked like a boiled lobster.  I guessed I looked the same.  We sat together on a chunk of tree to warm ourselves on the dry heat of the flames.  Bem huffed and glared like a spoiled child denied his way.  “You were in the bath over two hours.” He crabbed.

I snaked an arm around Shawn and rubbed his upper arm through the terry cloth.  “And you had your face pressed to the barrier for most of that time.”

Bem put the overused, innocent look on his face and denied it.  “Did not.”

“Well, I felt someone trying to look in.” I said to the group. “Neb told me earlier, that large men do nothing for her.  Shawn is large-ish and I’m a side-show freak, so I don’t see her being interested.”  I used my eyes to ask Neb to confirm my assertion.

Neb dragged her disinterested face from a tablet she was reading.  “Not in the slightest.” She said and went back to reading. “Even if you two were my type,” she added, “I don’t pursue men who aren’t attracted to women.  It’s pointless.”

“It would be in my case.” I admitted to no one’s surprise.

“And mine.” Shawn agreed.

“And…” I continued, “I felt the scratch of someone’s close beard on the barrier.  Unless Neb managed to grow a beard, try to peep on us, and shave her beard, all in the last two hours, I’m gonna say it wasn’t her.”

Bem pouted and huffed some more.  Neb set her tablet down, said ‘goodnight’ and retired to her tent.  Shawn thought that going to bed sounded like a good idea.  I agreed but asked him to go ahead of me.  He went to our tent and left Bem and I alone.

I wanted to talk to Bem.  I didn’t like the way he was acting.  His huffiness seemed real and that worried me.  It worried me because it would be bad for the team, and it also worried me because I was starting to like the lean, blond man in spite of his constant teasing.  “Can I talk to you?” I asked him.

Bem nodded a grudging, silent nod.  I moved my piece of tree next to his and sat beside him.  “You seem to be taking our unwillingness to have sex with you very personally tonight.  Why?”

“I thought you wouldn’t because you were staying with him, and it wasn’t convenient, small apartment or whatever.  Now we’re all in the same place and you and him did, but not with me.  It’s insulting.”

“My refusal has nothing to do with you.”

Bem turned the glare on me again.  “I know it’s not Shawn.  He’s from here.”

“You’re right, it’s not him.  It’s me.”

“Yeah, well what’s your problem with me?” Bem demanded.

I hesitated.  Explaining the issue would expose an awful lot of me.  I didn’t want to, but I knew we needed to be a team and any kind of resentment put that in danger.  I pulled my watch off and stretched it between my hands.  “My problem is me.  I’m self-conscious about my body, I have crippling performance anxiety, and I’ve only been doing this for two weeks.  I’m not ready.”

Bem’s glare became a look of curiosity.  He inclined his head in my direction.  “What have you been doing for two weeks?” He asked.

“Having sex.”

“You mean having sex with Shawn.”

“No, with anyone.” I closed the watch in my fist and looked away from Bem in embarrassment.

Bem didn’t understand, and he said as much. “I don’t understand.”

I rubbed my neck with my free hand and tried to explain.  “Earth isn’t like here.  I was taught same-sex relationships were wrong, disgusting.  When I was in high school, I had three disastrous experiences with women while I tried to convince myself to like women.  When I got out of high school, the pressure to be like everyone else was less, so I didn’t have to pretend anymore, but I didn’t have the courage to be who I was.  I watched a lot of porn…like…a lot.

“Two weeks ago, I met Shawn and two days later I had my first experience with a man and my first experience with a partner in twenty-two years.  I think you’re attractive.  I’d like to…you know…with you.  But I’m not ready and Shawn knows not to pressure me.  I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t either.”

Bem was so quiet, I had to look to make sure he was still there.  When I did, I saw that his face wore the strangest expression, puzzled and sad and something else.  “Why were you alone for so long?” He asked.

“A lot of reasons.  Reasons…reasons I don’t feel comfortable sharing.”

“I apologize.” Bem blurted.  He took a breath and said it again like he wanted me to know that he meant it. “I’m sorry…for pressuring you…truly.”

I slipped my watch back on and felt better that he understood.  “You don’t need to be sorry.  I just don’t want you to be upset with me.  I said I want to, and I do.  I know it’s part of the culture here and I think it’s great.  I can’t figure out how to be OK with it yet, to make it OK with all the crap in here.” I pointed to my right temple with my index finger. “I need some time.”

Bem jumped up, all smiles and excitement.  “That means we will, but not right now.  That’s fine.  I can wait.  I mean, I can’t wait, but I can.  It’s going to be great.  Shawn is a lot of man, but you…and both of you at once…that’s like man overload!”  Bem prodded me to stand.  “You need to go.  Go to bed.  I’m so excited and bothered.  Go before I lose control.  Goodnight.”

I went as Bem directed, climbed in the tent, and laid down with Shawn.  He snuggled against me. “Everything good?” He asked.

“I may have fucked up, but I’m not sure.  I can’t think about it.  How about we just sleep?”

Shawn kissed me ‘goodnight’ and put me out.

*          *          *          *

I woke before dawn and climbed out of the tent.  The morning was cool.  I raked the ashes from the fire ring and started a small fire to warm myself.  Above the crackling of damp kindling, I heard the swishing sound of steps in healthy grass.  I looked up to see Neb approaching camp from the clearing.  She was dressed for the day and had a white towel wrapped around her head.  In her hands, she carried the paraphernalia of bathing.  She stopped at her tent, said some muffled words to Bem, and came to stand by the fire.

She held her hands out toward the flames.  “I don’t know what you said to him last night, but I thank you for it.”

I didn’t respond to Neb’s words because I didn’t know what she was talking about.  Bem came out of his tent and stopped to warm himself.  He carried clothes and a towel and was dressed only in what I took to be black bikini briefs.  His normally perfectly styled hair was a tangled mess.  His body shown with dried perspiration.  He yawned and stretched his wiry slimness. 

His body was toned and tan, a runner’s build, evenly coated with light, straight body hair.  When I first laid eyes on Bem at The HALL, I’d pegged his age to be in his mid-thirties.  His impressive fitness shoved the clock backwards to twenty-seven or eight.  He wished us a good morning.

Neb snapped the waistband of Bem’s underwear with a curious finger.  “Are those mine?” She asked.

“Yes, I couldn’t find mine.”

“You weren’t wearing any.”

Bem yawned again and smacked his lips.  “That’s right.  I forgot.  Anyway, bath time.”  He announced and headed across the clearing toward the waterfall.

I watched Bem retreat and admired his lean ass that somehow filled the back of the bikini bottoms he was wearing.  When he got too far away for me to see detail, I shifted my gaze to Neb.  She must have felt the scrutiny because she turned her whole body to me.  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I wanted to ask but didn’t know how without actually asking.  Saying ‘did he fuck you?’ seemed coarse.  “Uh…did…uh…what…uhm…did you and him…I don’t…”

Neb unbuttoned the cuffs of her overshirt and rolled the sleeves up.  “I assume you want to know if he and I had sex last night.  The answer is yes.  That’s what I thanked you for, for whatever you did to him that turned him on.  He’s good at it to.  You and Shawn should take him up on his offer.  Might learn something.”  Neb finished with her sleeves and moved toward the folding table.

“You want coffee?” She asked as she reached into the rations crate to rifle through the boxes.  She drew a round canister from the crate and waved it at me.  “Church, coffee, or no?”

I nodded like the dumbfounded idiot I felt like.  I dropped my face in my hands and rubbed it savagely.  “I’m never gonna get used to this place; never, never, never.”  I said to my palms.

Shawn got up a few minutes later.  I said something to him about Neb and Bem.  He was surprised that I was surprised.  I let it drop.  It was clear the difficulty, or more appropriately, lack of understanding, was all on my side.  ‘Good for them.’ I decided.