Fire!

Written by: Bill Hudley

I remember hearing the sirens as I tried to go back to sleep but they kept getting louder. Finally, flashing red lights coming through the windows brought me fully awake. A quick glance out the window showed a Hook & Ladder fire truck in front of my apartment building. I quickly grabbed the first thing I could find to put on and ran to my apartment door, jerking it open I saw that the hallway was full of smoke, I was fairly sure I wouldn’t be able to get to the stairs in the dense smoke. I rushed back to my room, opened the window, and waved a white shirt I grabbed from a chair where most of my dirty laundry accumulates.

I saw the ladders being positioned, as other fire trucks arrived at the scene.  The first ladder went past my window to one of the floors above me. I kept waving the shirt and looking back to my door. I could see smoke coming under the door: I pulled the blankets from the bed and lay them on the floor by the door to keep the smoke at bay for a while longer.

Mine is a corner apartment and I remembered that there was another window in the back bedroom, farther away from the door where the smoke was coming in. My apartment was quickly filling with smoke and I had to hang out the window to breathe.  I waved the shirt again as I leaned out the window,  I saw a ladder reaching an apartment one floor above mine.

I watched and waved the shirt as the fire burned through the floor at my front door, by now I’m screaming in panic, the flames and the acrid smoke are right behind me, This is it! I know I’m going to die here.  I said a prayer for my brother and I blacked out and collapsed with half of me hanging out the window.   A fireman saw the shirt on my back blaze up and he quickly doused me with water I learned later.

My next memory is waking in a tube-like structure, I thought it a very strange way to get to either Heaven or Hell. I later learned that my tube ride was, in fact, a Hyperbaric Oxygenation Compression Chamber. The HBOCC makes recovery from smoke inhalation much faster in severe cases like mine

I had no time reference as yet, but I do remember the fireman’s ladder passing my window to reach floors above me. I supposed that I had already blacked out when I was pulled from the window.

Due to the burns on my backside, I lay face down on my hospital bed.  When I was rolled into a regular hospital room, my twin brother Lucas was sitting in my room, waiting for me, he drove the 125 miles from his home in Charlottesville to the hospital here in Alexandria.  Lucas is an Electrical Engineer at the University of Virginia, in charge of keeping the University powered up and running.

Lucas and I are very close which is to be expected since we are identical twins.  Sadly, Lucas and I are all that is left of our family, our parents and younger sister died in a plane crash in the Florida Everglades several years ago. I cringed when I thought about Lucas getting the phone call about the fire. I remember all too well the call about our parents and sister. I thought he was going to cry when he saw the bandages covering my back when the Orderlies wheeled me into my room.

“I’m okay Lucas! I’m okay. I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through this again, but I’m okay.”

Lucas was holding my hand, I could see his smile slowly spreading across his face as the tension and fear faded away. Now that he could see for himself that mine were not critical injuries.  I'll have burn scars but that's a small price to pay for living through that hellish inferno that had been my home.

“Thank God you’re okay Logan, I don’t think I could cope if I were left alone. You’re part of me, I need you.”

I learned later that I am one of the lucky ones, some of the tenants on the upper floors suffered much more horrible burns than mine, but thanks to our terrific and brave firefighters, no one died even though the building was a total loss.

Lucas and I were only 18 when the plane crash took our parents and sister.  Lucas is my ‘older brother,’ he’s almost six minutes’ older than me. When our parents and sister died, Lucas and I were preparing to go off to college at our State University.  College was put on hold for a semester as we got all the legal issues of being the sole heirs of our parent’s estate resolved.  We inherited the house we grew up in, two cars, Mom & Dad’s checking and savings, the college funds for us and our sister, plus Mom and dad's Life Insurance payments, and a large settlement amount from the airline.

Lucas and I lived together in the house we grew up in until it was time for us to go off to college. We both had a very hard time immediately after the ‘crash.’  At 18, we were suddenly all alone, our family gone.  Both of us cried ourselves to sleep often. On the third night after the ‘crash’, I left my bed and crawled in with Lucas.  He didn’t protest or say a word. He just turned and spooned up behind me.

Later, when I would think back on those terrible times I realized that the only time I felt truly safe was when Lucas was holding me.  

“We’ll be alright Logan. I’ll always take care of you.”

We slept together from that night on.  I loved having Lucas spooned up to my back, his arms holding me to him.  In bed, with Lucas, I especially liked waking first and feeling his erection poking me. I know it was wrong but I often had sexual thoughts and desires about my brother.  I could never instigate any sort of sexual advance for fear of alienating the only person I have to love and care for.  We enrolled in college and roomed together. There were times that we even slept in the same bed again.

While we were away at College, we shut up the house and came back at least once each month to be sure everything was kept in working order. There were too many memories there for us to sell it just yet,

Lucas has always been the leader of the two of us, he’s more extroverted than me by a long shot (plus he is the oldest!) We both worked hard on our studies and we both earned Masters Degrees in a bit over five years. Lucas got his Masters in Electrical Engineering, I got mine I Chemical Engineering.  

Lucas married a wonderful girl soon after college,  He and his wife Jodi are constantly trying to match me up with every gay man they here about it seems. We live about a  two-hour drive from each other.  My big Bro Lucas and Jodi know and accept me as I am with no problems. I’ve given up asking them not to do it and manage to be busy when they call to tell me about the guy they think ‘would be just perfect’ for me.

I'm now working for a large industrial corporation. Being single has stopped being the fun it was just a few years ago. The closer I get to 30, the more I long for someone to love and be loved in return. I am gay, not the type to wave the rainbow flag in a Gay Pride parade, but I don’t make my sexual preference a big secret, either.

Lucas and I were in my hospital room, waiting for the orderlies to bring in our 'Dinner meal'.  We were communicating but not really speaking to one another, it's a 'twins thing' and almost impossible to explain to anyone, not a twin.

There was a light knock on the door and a very tall young man entered the room, he introduced himself as Parker Stevens; the fireman that pulled me from the window sill of my burning building.  After handshakes and genuine thanks for saving my life, Lucas took the opportunity to go to the cafeteria for a quick bite to eat.  While Lucas was gone I managed to thank Mr. Stevens myself.

“Please, Call me Parker.” He said quietly. “You and your brother sure do look alike, you are you twins, aren't you?”

“Yes we are, identical, but it is easy for most everyone to tell us apart from each other.  It's easy to see that we are brothers. Lucas is the old man, he’s almost five minutes older than me.”

“I’m very glad to see that you are well and recovering from your ordeal.”

“Thanks to you Parker. I am here and recovering, it could have easily been so very different, You and your fellow firefighters did a masterful job getting everyone to safety. I wish there was some way that I could show my gratitude.”

“You already have, you survived!  That is the best thanks a fireman can receive. You survived!”

When Lucas came back into the room, Parker rose and said good-bye to us, I was truly surprised, that he had come to the hospital to check up on me...but I’m sure that he’s here to see all the victims of the fire, not just me.  Lucas left at the end of visiting hours and I was left alone to think about the things that have happened in my life the past 36 hours.

I can’t recall the actual act of rescue, being pulled from the window unconscious, but since his hospital visit, the fireman that saved my life occupies most of my thoughts.

Parker Stevens’ face fascinates me. Somehow, he just missed being handsome, yet there is an undeniable and very masculine aura about him, very much like the TV ad with the latest ‘Most interesting man in the world.’ His individual features are attractive but, but arranged together, those features make Parker Stevens an intriguing, sexually alluring, man, at least in my eyes he is.

Combined with his magnetic personality and his tall, lean and very sexual body, Parker Stevens has become the personification of a walking, talking wet dream for this gay man.

Once I was released from the hospital and when I wasn’t daydreaming about Parker, the fireman, I began looking for a new home. I can safely say that I’m through with High Rise Apartments, perhaps I can find a suitable duplex, or maybe it’s time for me to become a homeowner. With my own house, I can have the dog I’ve wanted since I was a small child, plus I’ve always heard that ‘no one loves you like your dog.’ At this stage in my lonely, single life, the love of a dog will be most welcome.

With my brother’s advice, I decided to buy an older home, hopefully, one that has already been updated, the Craftsman style in older neighborhoods has always appealed to me. I would like to find a transition neighborhood, with a mix of younger & older residents.  I was into my fourth week of looking for a home when I found my dream house.

It isn’t the Craftsman style I was thinking of at all, but a mid 40’s brick Tudor, two stories above ground with a full, finished basement that doesn’t leak, a detached two car garage with a huge attic space large enough for an apartment or a studio.

Compared to my previous one bedroom apartment the house is huge.  At some point, there was a major remodeling with an additional opening the kitchen into a family room and a breakfast nook overlooking the backyard.  

The kitchen and 4 1/2 baths have been renovated within the past six years, the backyard has an eight foot high, concrete wall enclosing the entire backyard, perfect for my future canine companion and very, very private.

Lucas checked the place out and gave me a glowing report on the previous owners and the repairs and renovations that have been done. The house has been completely rewired, and the kitchen cabinets and countertops added 3 years ago. I will add new appliances in a year or so. With Lucas doing the bargaining for me as my agent, I got the house for $15,000 less than the asking price.  The place has beautiful, all original, wood floors with subway tiled bathrooms. Upstairs there are four bedrooms, each with its en-suite bath (highly unusual in a home this age, Lucas found out that the original owner had three daughters which explain the abundance of bathrooms, there is a powder room on the first floor.

There is a Living Room and a dining room as well as the open plan family room and kitchen.  There's even a Butler's Pantry between the kitchen and dining room.  

I moved in on a Friday and had everything in its place by Sunday evening, thanks to big my bro Lucas, whose help I’ll never be able to repay.

The following Friday, I coaxed Lucas into going with me to the animal shelter.  Those poor animals with their sad eyes broke my heart, I wanted to take every one of them home with me.  In the end, I couldn't decide so I took two of the dogs home with me, a four-year-old  Boxer named Marvin and a one-year-old Airedale named McDuff.

When we opened the back patio door for them that first time, both dogs took off at a full gallop into the backyard.  The way that they ran and played with each other convinced me I had done the right thing.  They kept Lucas and I laughing all evening.  One of our fist modifications was to open up a 'Doggies door' to allow them to go out to play or do their business when I'm away at work.

As darkness came, we moved inside, Lucas and I decided to watch a movie and we were so tired from all the moving that we both dozed off when I woke a couple of hours later the dogs were nowhere in sight.  Not finding them downstairs, I went upstairs and found both of them stretched out on my bed.  Their running out back had worn them out as well.  Marvin was making funny sounds like he was chasing something and wiggling his feet like he was running. He’s dreaming, I guess he’s settled into his new home with no emotional stress.  Likewise, McDuff was sleeping soundly.

On Wednesday Lucas returned to his home, his wife, and his job.  The dogs and  I settled into our new home together. I love this old house, it makes me smile when I turn into the driveway.  McDuff has learned that by climbing onto the back of the sofa, he can watch for my car to turn into the driveway.  Marvin sits at the front door concentrating on hearing my key in the lock.  Before I get the door closed they are both all over me.  I sat down on the foyer floor and let them greet me in their own manner.  The absolute joy they have at my coming home fills my heart.  After only two days, I don't think I could ever live without a dog again.

Now that I’m in my own home, I seldom think of the fire, I've put the horror of that night as far back in my sub-conscience as possible.  The one reminder I see often is the fire extinguishers I have stashed throughout the house.

During the first month or so, I seldom thought about my favorite firefighter during the day. It's at night, alone in my bed that I think about Parker Stevens.

My mind has been occupied by the new house, the dogs and with Lucas being here with me as well. I've learned that there is a community Dog Park less than a mile from the house. Marvin and McDuff go crazy when I pull out their leashes, they know we're going to the Dog Park. The dog runs are separated by chain link fencing, to keep like sized dogs together.

On Saturday mornings the Dog Park is usually crowded if the weather is fair.  I've met and chatted with new neighbors some whom I thought I recognized as 'family' from the gay bars in town, but I could be wrong, My Gaydar has not been used in quite some time.

Each time I think about going out to eat or a bar or club, I think it might be possible for my firefighter friend to be there. Highly unlikely I know, but a guy can hope and dream.  Firefighter Stevens and I have shared some fantastic times in my fantasies.  Ah well, maybe someday.  

Since the night of the fire, the sound of a siren sets my heart racing as I think back on how close I came to dying.  I look for him every time I see a fire truck as well.

I’ve been in the new house since the first week in February and today is Saint Patrick’s Day and a Friday as well.  The parade will be the start of the ‘Party Weekend.”  The parade route travels down the City’s main thoroughfare where my Company’s offices are located. The boss allowed us to gather at the windows to watch the parade or we could go down to the street and join in the crowd. I chose to stay in our offices on the third floor.

There were several marching bands, convertibles decorated with crepe paper and pretty young girls as well as local dignitaries sitting on them.  There were a few floats, the largest sponsored by the Knights of Columbus.  My heart skipped a beat when I saw a Fire Truck moving slowly along the parade route.  As it came by our building I saw him.  My firefighter, Parker Stevens was sitting in the back seat of the Hook and Ladder truck, smiling and waving to the kids in the crowd.  It only took a moment for me to decide to run down the steps and out onto the sidewalk.  I ran until I caught up with the Hook and Ladder truck and I began shouting his name.  

“PARKER!  PARKER!  PARKER!”

He turned his head, and I waved and smiled at him.  It took him a few moments to recognize this idiot running beside the FireTruck truck.  Finally, he recognized me and motioned for me to come closer to the truck.  He reached down and I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up onto the rear of the truck with him. His smile made my stomach do a flip-flop, as I just stared at him.  Too stunned to speak.

Parker leaned over and spoke into my ear above the noise.

“Write down my phone number.”  He said, handing me his pen.  He spoke the numbers and I wrote his phone number on the palm of my hand.

He leaned over again and said I would have to get off the truck before his boss saw me.  He added…

“Call me tonight after 6:00 pm.  We’ll go to dinner.”

I got off the truck and stood there watching him disappear down the street.  He turned twice and looked back to me, giving a little wave each time. I stood there until he was out of sight.

Back in my third-floor office, several of the ladies wanted to know “Who is that hunk on the fire truck.”

They swooned and got all dreamy eyed when I told them he was the man that pulled my unconscious body from my burning apartment building.

I could hardly believe that I’ve finally found him and that he wants to go to dinner with me. I knew I would get very little work done the rest of that afternoon.  Thankfully, the boss let us go after the parade was over and I headed straight home to get ready for my dinner date with Parker Stevens.  

I kept glancing at the clock waiting for six o’clock to pass, finally, I couldn’t wait any longer, at ten minutes after six I call his number.

“Hi Parker, It’s Logan Hutton.”

“Yes, hello Logan, I was surprised to see you at the parade. I’m very glad to see you again. I’ve thought about you often since that night of the fire. How have you been?”

“I’m well and enjoying my new home. I bought a house after the fire, no more high rise apartments for me.”

“Ah, a wise man, I see. You will have to tell me all about your new place over dinner, do you like Italian food?”

“Yes, I love Italian food.”

“Then we'll dine at ‘Double Zero’ in Emory Village, it’s my favorite for authentic Italian Cuisine. I’ll get us a reservation and call you back. Is that okay with you?”

“Perfect,” I replied.

“Ciao, for now, Lucas.”

I can’t remember being as excited as I am right now. I don’t have a clue whether Parker is straight or gay, I just know that I want to be near him, even if it’s only for dinner. Parker called back a few moments later to let me know that our dinner reservation is for 8:15.

Emory Village grew up around Emory University in the Druid Hills section of Atlanta, it is one of the world's leading research
universities.  Although the area has been around for many years, it has remained a vibrant and active community, never taking its people for granted while remaining a casual but sophisticated neighborhood.  

I arrived and parked the car, glancing at my watch I saw it was five minutes until eight.  I sat at an outside table and sipped at a glass of white wine.  I heard the car before I saw it, that sound has to be the mid-fifties to late sixties Ford V-8.  Sure enough, a black ‘57 Ford Fairlane Convertible rumbled up and parked almost in front of me.  I saw Parker grinning at me through the windshield.

My passion for ‘muscle cars’ was passed on to me by my Dad. I was up and at his car, leaning over the passenger side door.  
“Oh man, what a surprise!  My Dad had this same model in Aqua and White!  I learned to drive on my Dad’s ‘57.”
 
Just like Parker’s car, Dad’s had a manual transmission lovingly called ‘three on the tree’ meaning that the gearshift lever was mounted on the steering column.

I was surprised when Parker got out of his car.  In the hospital, I was lying in bed when I saw him and at the parade, he was sitting on the Hook & Ladder truck.  He's tall, 6'4” or more!  I would learn later that Parker is 6' 5”.

He has very thick hair and it looks disheveled, natural I suppose for someone driving with the top down.  Once again I took stock of him, but this time I didn’t notice any of his features that were less than perfect to my eyes. The long, oversized nose, chiseled face with deep laugh lines from nose to lower jaw, his piercing green eyes, the stubble beard.  All his features combined to make him so much more attractive than I had first I had given him credit for at the hospital.  Just looking at him made my cock start dripping, thank goodness I wore dark pants

He got out of the car and we shook hands.  With his free arm, he put it across my shoulders and turned our handshake into an arm bump hug. When we turned to enter the restaurant, his arm remained across my shoulders.  I hardly remember anything he said until we were seated at our table.  

Parker Stevens is a force, his presence absolutely commands the attention of those around him. For the first few minutes, I was in complete awe of him.  When he asked me about my new home, it took a bit for me to realize that he was asking me a question.

“Sorry, Parker...I zoned out there for a moment. I’m really not the idiot I seem to be. It’s just that you are so exuberant, almost larger than life, you're so much more than I thought you to be.”

“And you, Lucas are turning out to be exactly what I hoped you are. I think you and I will become great friends.  Come, let’s get to our table, I want to hear all about your new home and all about you as well.”
Once we were seated the wait staff started bringing platters of food to our table,  Seeing the surprised look on my face, Parker laughed and told me that this place belongs to his uncle and that he had given the order over the phone when he reserved our table.  The food was impressive, served on large platters like any Italian Mother would do.

There were both red and white wines were at the table.  The meal started with Butternut Squash, fried Kale & Fennel on toast with slivered Parmesan cheese.  Focaccia Pizza, Panzanella salad with cucumbers, onion and bread chunks in a lemony vinaigrette. Spaghetti Puttanesca, Spaghetti Carbonara, Broccoli Rabe with sausages, Roman Artichoke, salt-crusted Branzino (sea bass) in citrus Agrumi sauce.  Osso Buco, veal shanks in a savory tomato sauce. Pollo Alla Cacciatora, (pieces of chicken stewed in a hearty tomato broth.)  Tiramisu for dessert, followed by a Spritz Cocktail. I have never seen so much food for only two people nor has any meal ever tasted so good.

During our dinner I told Parker about my new home (new to me at least)  He said he has a great fondness for the forties and fifties architecture and he would like to see my place anytime that would be convenient.

“After we finish the Cocktails, I'll take you there, there’s no time like the present, Parker.”

When we turned off Monroe drive onto Cumberland Road I could see Parker’s smile in the rearview mirror.  Thinking about him made me smile.  He is so upbeat and positive, his good nature and happy persona soon have everyone near him smiling and feeling good about themselves.  I’m sure I’ve never encountered anyone quite like him.

My house has a semi-circle driveway with a parking pad for guests and deliveries.  I parked in front of the garage door and walked over to Parker’s car near the front door.  Parker jumped out of his convertible without opening the door.

“LOGAN!  What a fantastic home!  It’s perfect.  I can hardly wait to see inside.”

The front door opens into a small vestibule with a closet for guest coats I hats on one side, a small table with an umbrella stand and a decorative mirror on the wall opposite the closet

The vestibule opens into the living room.  There are built-in bookcases on each side of the fireplace.  I’ve furnished the living and dining rooms with vintage Stickley, Mission style sofa, side chairs, and tables.  I have one-floor lamp plus two end table lamps, all in the
Mission style with mica or leaded glass shades.

I’ve replaced the plain small windows on each side of the fireplace with leaded glass panels in the Wright style.  I’m looking forward to winter when I can enjoy the room with the fireplace lit.  I’m  looking for a Screen and fireplace tools that will fit in with the deco.

I've remodeled the kitchen, adding new cabinets and new appliances as well.  I've installed granite countertops and an island with room for four to eat a meal.  The Kitchen opens into a large family room

During the family room addition, I added French doors across the entire back of the house.  The brick patio gives way to a gently sloping walled in yard.  I’ve only just started on the backyard landscaping.  I haven’t decided yet if I will do a pool or not.

Parker has gone quiet and isn’t as full of himself as he was at the restaurant.  I lead him up the back stairs off the kitchen to the upstairs. There is a large center room with the bedrooms adjoining this central space,  It makes a great TV room and office.  There are four bedrooms and four bathrooms upstairs.  We descended the back stairs into the kitchen/family room and sat down at the kitchen Island.

I turned to Parker and he smiled at me.  

“Your home is wonderful Logan, it suits you. It’s comfortable and classy, just like you. I’m sure you’ll be very happy here, it is truly a wonderful home.  ”

“I fear it will never be much of a home without a partner to share it with,” I said.

I immediately regretting saying that, I didn’t mean to say it,
I’ve had the thought often since acquiring the house, but the thought wasn't meant to be spoken. Especially in front of this man who I would like to get to know better.

I feared that I had really screwed things up by mentioning my desire for a partner.  Parker didn’t respond, he sat, not moving a muscle, half a lifetime later it seemed, he let a long, jagged sigh escape from his body.  Slowly he turned his head toward me, his face uncharacteristically solemn.  He stared at me for what seemed like an eternity, then I saw a twinkle in his eye as his smile started at his lips and rapidly spread over him in his lighting up his face. The face I’ve come to dream of so often.

“Then I was right about you...at least I hope I am.  You're a gay man then, Logan?”

“Yes Parker, I am a gay.  I hope that it doesn’t drive you away, for I’m a gay man who is utterly and completely captivated by you.  It's more than you saving my life, I crave your presence.

Being with you fills me with friendship, respect plus an undeniable desire to be near you.  Could it be possible that you could be interested in someone like me?

Parker got up from the stool at the kitchen island, held out his hand to me and pulled me up as well.  His face was solemn again as he raised his hands and cupped my face in them and leaned down and gently, tenderly, kissed my lips. After several seconds, we broke from his kiss and he hugged me too him tightly. I felt a shudder run through his body as we clung to each other his lips were by my ear.

“I knew when I held your unconscious body on that ladder, that you would always be special to me.  Yes, Logan, I am very interested in you.”

Reaching up, I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into a very passionate kiss. Mouths open, tongues battling and bodies grinding against each other, we each became the victim of our mutual lust for each other.

I didn’t have to ask, Parker started up the stairway while we were still locked in the passionate kiss. We climbed the stairs sideways each of us never letting go of the other, by the time we reached the second floor, I was tearing off his clothes, we raced to see who could get naked first.  

Parker won that race.  I was stunned to immobility when I saw his hairy chest and abdominal muscles. A thick, furry, dark auburn red treasure trail split him down the middle.  

When I let my eyes roam the rest of his body, I was stunned again by his leaking, throbbing cock. It stood straight out from his body pointing directly at me. I saw a clear, liquid pearl drop to the floor.  Parker led me to the bed and lay me down gently. He stretched out beside me and covered most of me with his muscular 6’5”, hairy body.  As frantic as I was, Parker was just the opposite.  He was intent on rubbing himself over every centimeter of my body.  He kissed and tongued every part of me, stopping only to hold me close and kiss every inch of my face, eyes, lips, and tongue.

The gentle care and loving way that he touched and held me had me almost in tears. The emotion he stirred in me had me wondering if this was all a dream.  Nothing in my life experience has ever felt like this.  As if he could sense my questions, Parker wrapped me in his arms and legs, with one hand on the back of my head he held me tightly to his body while his lips and tongue kissed my doubts away.

After almost an hour of foreplay, I knew that this was it. I expected and wanted to bottom for him. He gave me a little smile, blushing just a bit and said…

“Since that night of the fire, when I pulled your body from that window ledge I've dreamed of holding you like this.  I believe we are meant to be together Logan, already you have my heart.  We are meant to be together Logan, please be mine.
I don’t want to wait any longer to have you inside me, Logan, you’ll get your turn, I promise. But for now, I need to give myself to you, I need you inside me, Logan, we can be almost one when we’re coupled together this way.  Take me now, please.”

Parker slowly rolled the lubed condom on my stiff cock. With my fingers buried in his chest hair, I pushed him back onto the pillows. Raising his long, muscular, hairy legs, I kissed them and traced my wet tongue across his lower body, before pushing them up against his chest. With no warning, I drove my tongue into his wrinkled opening. Parker yelled and pulled my head harder into his butt. It was thrilling for me to give him such pleasure.

I licked, tongued, and kissed him there, stopping only to probe inside him with my heavily lubed fingers and eventually half of my hand.  With a one finger stroke against his prostate, he began begging for me to put my cock inside him.

I feared that I couldn’t hold back my ejaculation as my cock slid deep into the heat of his bowels.  As I pushed down, he pushed up creating an indescribable feeling.  Once I learned to pace myself, I was able to give him exactly what he wanted, all of my cock grinding deep inside him.

There wasn’t a dry thread on the bed when at long last, Parker shouted...I’m coming...oh dear god...I’m coming...LOGAN! … cum with me...cum with me!  OH GOD!  LOGAN!  IT’S NOW... LOGAN...FILL ME, FUCK ME!  LOVE ME!  

Their bodies tensed rigid just seconds apart. Parker’s ejaculation soaked us both with his semen, mine filled his rectum and spilled out onto the bed sheets.  I collapsed atop him as he wrapped his arms around me as we struggled to breathe.

I woke sometime later to Parker kissing my neck and ear.  I was still lying on him and we were glued together with all the semen that he had ejaculated.  When I opened my eyes he smiled at me.

“You're everything I hoped for and wanted you to be, Logan.  I'm going to want us to do this often if you are willing.”

“There will be no problem there Parker, It's been a few months since I've been with anyone but I know I want all of you, and as soon as possible, I want you inside me too.  
Again, Parker's kisses covered my face and neck, my spent cock was rising again as his hands and lips covered my body.  Parker Stevens is a wonderful lover, fantastically adept at the art of making love to a willing man.  As we lay together, each awaiting the renewal of our sexual stamina, we silently communicated on a most intimate level.  

Eventually, we began to talk on a much more personal level.  I knew already that he is the man I want.  Breaking away from his tender and taunting lips I managed to kiss and lick my way down his big body. There is no fat on him he is just a big man.  At six feet and five inches tall there is a lot of Parker Stevens for my lips and tongue to cover.

Below his navel, there is a fiery red, neatly trimmed pubic bush.  Much lighter and redder than the hair on his chest and stomach.  Further investigation revealed his smooth as velvet scrotal sack which I licked and eventually put both of his testicles in my mouth.  My ministrations had him squirming about and softly calling my name.  

I took his bigger than average cock in one hand and pulled it down to my lips.  I took my time worshiping his magnificent manhood.  Its size is a bit daunting but I've never wanted anyone like I want Parker Stevens.  There was never any doubt about his intentions, I just knew that we will be together.

My tongue and lips made gooseflesh appear in places on his skin.  I moved and sat astride his chest, with a slight raise of his head he could suck the corona of my cock, suddenly that is all he wanted.  He took me deep into his throat and milked my cock with swallowing motions, bringing me ever so much closer to an orgasm.

When I came up for air, Parker shifted his position and sat astride my hips as he played with my straining cock.  It was me begging for his cock this time.  I pleaded with him until he put his forearms under my legs and lifted me into the proper position for his entry.  He leaned over my body and gave me a soul-searing kiss.  Before this kiss was through I was guiding his cock to my opening, pulling on his hips with my ankles locked around his waist.

I wanted all of him in me.  My dildo at home is the largest thing I've ever taken anally but I could feel that Parker's cock is bigger than my at dildo I call big Mike.  As His cock inched his way inside me I felt wave after wave of new sensations as he slowly filled my anal canal.  When I felt him grind hard against me I knew I had all of him.  
Staring into his green eyes I circled my hips as I ground hard against his stone hard spike in my guts.  Our eyes were locked in a soulful stare as we worked together to bring our minds and bodies into a sexual frenzy.  

I've had my share of sexual encounters over the years and there were one or two that interested me but they never matured into a relationship. I knew that this time it's different.  Neither of us could get enough of the other.  More than once Parker made my eyes roll back as he fucked me like no one has ever done.  Already I'm hooked, and we haven't reached our second climax as yet.

Suddenly Parker turned and I was atop him straddling his hips as his cock dug deep into unexplored territory inside me.  With this new angle, I rode his cock like a cowboy rides a bronc.  Parker was bucking and thrashing about on the bed but I held fast.  At one point my legs and feet were in the air and off the bed, as Parker drilled my insatiable butt.

There wasn't a dry thread on the bed, we were both sweating profusely as we fucked each other hard in the moments building up to our orgasm.  There was no more talking, we were both so into the act that words just got in our way.  We were fulfilling our wildest sexual dreams.  Our eyes did the talking for each of us. We were so caught up in the rhythm of the fuck that our orgasms came much too soon.  

Parker's long limbs tensed and were locked into rigid immobility as he filled me full of his semen, I tried to keep it all inside me but there was so much I couldn't capture it all.  My semen was coating the room, it was on the walls, the headboard, the rug, Parker's face, his hair and chest and a large pool filled the ridges of his abdomen and navel.  

I slowly slid off  Parker,s chest and abdomen and lay beside him.  Our breathing was loud and gasping. I'm not sure if we passed out or lapsed into a deep sleep but it was almost three hours later that we began to stir.

With his hand, Parker turned my face to him.    

“Don't let this slip away Logan.  You and I...we did this.  I've never had an orgasm like that one before.  We're so good together.

“Yes, we are good together, Parker.  I want you with me, already I feel that I need  you.”

“Yes, it doesn't matter where, Logan, just as long as we're together.  I knew that night when I cradled your unconscious body to mine that I could love you if I ever got  the opportunity.”    

We were both drained of all our energy, Parker spooned up against my backside and pulled me close to him.  I was almost asleep when I felt his breath against my ear as he whispered... You're mine now Logan Hutton, I love you.”
Hearing his heart-felt vow, I quickly turned in his arms and faced him. With his face in my hands, I pulled him into a beautiful, sensuous kiss.

“I'll never let you go Parker, and I love you as well.  

THE END