Grant's Surrender

Grant pulled his Prius up to the front of the big Victorian-style house but left the car running. As he sat there taking in the white and blue-trimmed house and its beautiful landscaping he thought, 'This is what my shit hole could be if someone cared about it.' He started the breathing exercises Avery had shown him yesterday to calm his already frayed nerves. His experience last night and his burgeoning unwanted attraction to Jason had him a bit on edge already. He had even skipped his morning coffee to ensure he wasn't too hyped up.

Taking one last deep breath he exited the car and walked up the flower-lined walk. His knock was answered by a short Latina who introduced herself as Marta and explained the Senor's were not yet home. She ushered him into a front parlor and swiftly returned with a pitcher of ice water with lemon and 4 glasses. Urging Grant to drink she excused herself to go finish preparing their lunch.

Pouring himself a drink, but too keyed up to sit, Grant began walking around the room looking at the artwork and pictures that adorned the wall. In the corner of his eye, he spotted a trophy case and bending down saw it contained a myriad of various-sized Lacrosse trophies and medals, most inscribed with Jason's name, a few with Avery's, some dates going back almost 20 years. At the top of the case was a framed photo of a college-aged Jason being hoisted onto the shoulders of his cheering teammates, his arm raised in victory and a huge grin on his face. Below him, staring up adoringly, stood a younger, longer-haired Avery.

Jason's laughing voice snapped Grant to attention, "Oh God! Come away from there."

Standing in the doorway, dressed in a form fitted heather gray V neck pullover and khakis, Jason leaned against the door jam smiling. "Sorry Grant, I didn't mean to startle you, but nobody needs to see those relics. Alex insists we keep them for posterity." Walking towards Grant he held out his hand in greeting.

Taking Jason's hand Grant had to ask. "Why do you say that? You should be proud of your accomplishments. You look so happy in that picture."

The question dimmed the smile on Jason's face as he began leading Grant away from the case. "I was a different person then, Grant. One I'm not proud of now. I only let Alex keep that picture to remind me of what I missed out on all those years."

Grant was confused. In the picture, Jason appeared the golden child. He had to ask. "And what was that?"

Turning to look directly at Grant Jason said simply "Avery" and led him into the dining room.

Avery and Alex came into the dining room together in the middle of an argument. Jason cleared his throat loudly and tilted his head at Grant breaking off their discussion.

Avery sat in the seat next to Grant at the round table while Alex flanked his other side and Jason sat across from him.
"Hey, Grant how are you feeling? Everything Ok?" Avery asked, true concern in his eyes.

"Yes, thanks to you...Sir" As Avery's face flushed Grant snuck a look at Jason, who winked at him. Grant's heart began to flutter in his chest.

"Ha! Sir!" Alex snorted as he began ladling food onto his plate.

"Inside joke, Alex" Avery responded.

"Well, it's certainly a joke, Slick." Alex turned to Grant. "So tell me General Leigh why should we hire your company to do our security?"

Taken off guard by the term General and the direct line of questioning Grant hesitated.

"Alex!" Both Jason and Avery interjected on Grant's behalf.

"What? This is a business lunch, isn't it? I'll be writing the cost off by the way. As the company CFO, I can tell you there are much cheaper bids on the table." Turning to Grant Alex relented a bit. "I know this isn't your direct area but I'd like to hear your opinion anyway General. What does your company have to offer that the others don't?"

Deciding to go big or go home Grant said one word. "Me."

The shock on Alex's face was worth the risk. To his left, he could hear Avery trying to stifle laughter and in the corner of his eye he could see Jason nodding as if to say 'Go on."

"Not just me Alex but people like me. CimexCo ensures that every client has a liaison person whose sole responsibility is that client. My only job for the next few weeks is ensuring your home is protected for the future. If you sign with us you'd have a single person, maybe me, maybe not, but one person whose only job will be to see that you are happy. With most of those lower bidders, you'll be calling into a help desk and being placed somewhere on their response list. Sign with CimexCo and you'll have someone's cell phone number for 24/7 access. It's the reason we're the number one security company in San Diego. Yes, we cost more than most of our competition but you'll get white-glove service with us. Plus if we partner together maybe we can both expand outside of San Diego. My company likes what you are doing and how you do it and would like to get a seat at your table." Alex sat there with his mouth open, a laden fork of uneaten food still raised in the air. To show he was no longer afraid Grant asked "Can you pass the avocado salad please, Alex?"

As he ladled food onto his plate Grant looked up at Jason. Jason smiled back, and lowering his head, said in a stage whisper, "Seriously Grant you have to teach me how to do that. I can never get these two to stop talking."

First Avery, then Alex, and finally Grant broke out in laughter. The rest of lunch was spent in idle getting to know each other chatter. After the table was cleared and the contracts were pulled out Alex excused himself to go back to the office. Avery stayed until a phone call about a housekeeping emergency required him to bow out also. Winking at Grant as he shook his hand he said "Don't tell Jason your secret or he'll have us running around like trained seals." Laughing at Jason's blushing face he walked over and kissed the top of his head before departing. The kiss ignited something akin to jealousy deep inside Grant as he waited for Jason to collect himself before continuing.

Finding all in order with the contract Jason took Grant on a tour of the house. Starting in the basement and working upwards to the top floor bedrooms. Grant took notes of potential problem areas and confirmed what each room's security should have.

As they entered the "Playroom" Grant's eyes went wide at the sight of the California king bed. His brain began imaging Jason naked and face down on it, his ass presented for inspection. Feeling his chest tighten Grant turned his eyes to distract himself from such thoughts. They fell on an erotic pen and ink sketch of a naked man in an artful position. Glancing around he saw the walls were covered in a number of the same type. Turning back to the first it was clear it was one of Jason from behind, standing nude on a low pedestal, a cloth draped over his shoulders with his face in profile. His right arm was arched with his hand atop his head. His left arm hanging down and flexed along with his back and ass muscles. A Roman god come to life.

Grant was unable to take his eyes off the drawing until he heard Jason call his name. Feeling his face flush he turned his head as he felt Jason walk up behind him. He could feel his breath on his neck as he placed a hand on Grant's shoulder sending a thrill down Grant's spine.

"Hmm. You seem to have a knack for finding my most embarrassing moments, Grant." Jason chuckled. Grant could feel the heat emanating off him and it took all his strength not to back his body up against it like a moth to a flame.

"It's beautiful." The words came out before Grant could pull them back.

"Hmm. Thanks. We had an artist stay with us one summer when this place was a working Inn. He negotiated a cheaper rate with Alex with the agreement he would sketch us. Most of these were done on the fly but he bugged me endlessly to pose for him. Alex and A finally wore me down." Jason chuckled remembering. "He hit on me shamelessly the entire time I posed until I got fed up and told him to use his imagination. I think it's more an idealized depiction than a true likeness myself."

"You're wrong." Again, Grant's boldness shocked even himself.

Cocking his head at Grant and staring straight into his eyes Jason said a simple "Thank you" and held his gaze just a bit longer until Grant began to shake.

Moving both hands to Grant's shoulders Jason turned him and asked, "Are you Ok Grant?"

Without warning, Grant dropped his notepad, stretched himself up on his toes, and launched himself at Jason's mouth. He could feel Jason's shock as he tried to pull back but Grant had already snaked his hands around to his firm ass, holding him in place, until Jason was able to finally push him off.

Backing away Grant began uttering "Oh Gosh Sir! I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, Sir." Over and over until all at once he couldn't breathe. Seeing the distress on his face Jason led him to the bed and walked him through the breathing technique Avery had shown him yesterday.

As soon as Grant's breathing and heartbeat returned to normal he began mumbling apologies and talk of turning over the account to someone else and tried to stand and flee. As he rose he felt a vice-like grip on his wrist pulling him back down onto the bed. He sat there with his head down until he head Jason say "Look at me Grant" as he pushed Grant's head up by his chin until they were once again face to face.

"It's Ok Grant. I'm not mad. Just taken aback is all. I should have realized all this might be a bit too much for someone in your shoes."

"My shoes?" Grant was unsure what Jason meant.

"Grant you're obviously attracted to me. I felt it yesterday in our meeting. I don't know your story if your bi or gay or just curious, but I can tell you I was where you are once, and it sucked. The best thing I ever did was to finally be honest with myself." Jason sat there waiting for Grant to respond.

"I'm straight," Grant said with so little conviction even he didn't believe himself.

"Grant have you ever had sex with a man?"

"No!"

"Have you ever allowed a man to pleasure you?

"..."

"Grant?"

In a rush, Grant spilled his entire story. School, marriage, lonely life at sea, what led up to his Naval discharge. When he finished he expected to be asked to leave.

Instead, Jason said. "Well, I was luckier than you at least. I never went through with my wedding. In fact, I left her at the altar, so maybe I wasn't luckier. We both just got here from different paths."

Shocked Grant asked "You were engaged to a woman? But..but you look so comfortable with Avery and Alex. How...how?"

"How did that happen? A lot of love and patience from them both, and a good bit of sex." He placed his hand on top of Grant's sending electric waves up his arm. "I'm not here to tell you what you are Grant. Only you can decide that. I am going to tell you there's only shame in it if you allow it."

Jason reached up and pulled Grant's face into his, kissing him gently on the mouth. He felt Grant stiffen against him, mimicking his own response earlier. Grant's hands went to Jason's biceps as if to push him away when suddenly his mouth opened and his tongue shot out impaling Jasons'. His hands began squeezing J's flexed biceps as a moan escaped his lips. Moving his hands he began rubbing and grasping both pecs. Slowly but relentlessly he began pushing Jason's downward, lower and lower until he lay back on the bed. Grant's slim appearance camouflaged an inner strength that both shocked and excited Jason. Once on the bed, Grant straddled Jason, yanked up his pullover, and ran his hands along his lightly hairy pecs and abs, as if desperate to feel his skin.

As Grant bent over and began licking Jason's abs up towards his pecs he vaguely heard Jason calling his name. As his tongue was reaching out for Jason's nipple he felt his head grasped by two meaty hands and his face pulled up until he was staring into Jason's concerned face.

"You sure about this buddy?" Grant nodded his head already hungering for another taste of Jason's body.

"Then I need to ask you if you're Hiv Negative and STD Free. I can't risk Alex, Avery, and Gabriel's health. "

Various emotions flicked across Grant's face before he blurted out. "Gabriel? Do you sleep with that giant? Oh Wow! I would never have thought he was gay. Shit, I forgot you're taken. We don't have to do this. I can just go and you'll never have to see me again. Let me just..." Grant began pulling away but Jason's hand went to the back of his neck and held him in place.

As Grant tried to struggle away Jason pulled his focus back to him with "Grant. GRANT! Look at me. We all have an agreement with each other that if we think it's right we can sleep with others provided we ensure each other's safety. I want to do this, no guilt, no shame, no commitment. But I have to know if you're Negative. There are things we can do if you're Poz but I need to know before we go any further.

Grant sat there confused for a minute as the straight Grant began arguing with the fearless Grant about what to do. 'Go big or go home' shouted Fearless in his head and, by God, Jason was big.

Swallowing hard Grant looked into Jason's eyes pleading. "I had a complete physical just before I was sectioned out of the Navy 8 months ago. Clean bill of health, including Hiv and all STDs. There's been no one since. "

Jason's brown eyes softened. "No one?"

"No. I've been focusing on my job."

Jason's face relaxed before pulling Grant's head to down to his chest and saying, "Well let's see if we can get that focus somewhere else."

Grant moaned as his mouth made contact with Jason's pert nipple, running his tongue along with it while wetting the small hairs around it. His nose picked up Jason's musk and before he knew what he was doing his face was buried in Jason's armpit inhaling deep. As he raised Jason's arm above his head his tongue dug deeper into the hairy sweet spot until he was licking drops of sweat into his mouth. Jason's skin, scent, and sweat were acting on Grant like the ultimate aphrodisiac, turning him into a tactile monster.

As he continued his tongue exploration down Jason's chest and abs, he slid lower onto Jason's hairy happy trail. His need to feel and taste this muscle stud seemingly unrelenting. As he kissed and licked Jason's tight abdomen and reveled in his straining ab muscles, Jason undid his own belt and unbuttoned his pants before sliding them to the floor. Grant's right hand fell onto to Jason's bulging thigh as his left continued its exploration of his massive chest. As he felt Jason flex he gripped the meaty thigh tight before slipping around to feel the side of Jason's rock-hard glute. Exploring up and down Jason's flexing thigh and ass his hand brushed against Jason's cock, straining at his tight boxer-briefs. Grant's hand jerked away from the contact as his tongue hesitated in its exploration of Jason's lower abs. Grant had never touched a cock other than his own. He had always been the receiver, this was uncharted seas.

A soft voice from above pulled Grant out of his head, as a hand began stroking his hair. "It's ok Grant. Do what you're comfortable with, but he won't bite." Swallowing hard Grant rested his head on Jason's thigh and tentatively allowed his hand to run down the cotton-covered shaft.

Hearing Jasons' gasp at his touch emboldened Grant to grasp the still covered shaft firmly as he began licking lower down J's happy trail. As he reached the elastic band of Jason's briefs he hesitated again, then flicked out at the clearly outlined cockhead, and felt a shudder run through J's taut body. Feeling a thrill himself, he began licking up and down the pulsating rod, drawn lower and lower by a scent, like a bloodhound on the trail of his prey.

As he reached Jason covered ballsack Grant's nose caught a full whiff of the musk emanating from below. Unthinking he moved himself until he was kneeling between Jason's legs, and planting his hands under them, lifted them skyward. The smell hit him like a bolt of lightning, sending an electric shock coursing through his body. Pure animal lust rose inside him as he crashed his face between Jason's cotton-covered cheeks, inhaling deeply, his mouth chewing and wetting the fabric, soaking it instantly. The scent drove him deeper and deeper as if digging for buried treasure until suddenly his teeth grabbed the fabric, and with a jerk of his head, pulled and exposed a hairy pink hole. Wet and glistening with his spit and Jason's sweat he stopped, blinked once, twice, three times, and dove in face first.

As Jason's scent filled his senses Grant's lips made contact first. Kissing the pink ring as if it were a pair of lips, he tentatively pushed out his tongue and ran it along the clenched slit. He was rewarded both with a deep moan from Jason and watched as the bud flowered open like a plant greeting the sun. Eyes wide open Grant stared as it winked at him inviting deeper exploration. Grant slid his tongue straight past the soft manlips and was finally home. He exhaled deep inside Jason as he lapped, licked, kissed, and sucked, like a thirsty man at an oasis.

Grant's eyes closed as he delved deeper and deeper, his mind reeling. He wanted more and more and more. His own cock was hard and leaking in his pants, straining for release. He reached down and quickly freed his throbbing member and heard someone crying "Uh! Uh! Uh!", over and over and realized it was himself. He pulled his head back and stared at Jason's dripping hole with a death grip on his own cock. Hearing Jason call his name he raised his head, a deer in the headlights look in his eyes, unable to speak.

Grabbing Grant's chin Jason asked. "Do you want to fuck me, Grant?"

Grant swallowed, nodded, and finally spoke. "I...I...more than I've ever wanted anything, Sir."

Jason nodded. Stretching his torso and arm he reached under a pillow and pulled out a small bottle. Tossing it to Grant he said, "Lube up sailor, and then take me."

Grant looked at the bottle in his hand then back up at Jason who nodded. Swiftly he uncapped it and slathering a huge glop into his hands, slowly lubing his rock hard seven and a half inches, getting his full bush wet with slick clear gel in the process. As he stood with his pants and boxers around his ankles and tried to place his raging boner against Jason's hole his legs began to shake and he cried out in a pleading voice "I..I..What do I do?" looking to Jason for help.

Staring into Grant's eyes Jason reached down, grabbed his cock, and pulled, leading Grant by it. He pressed it against his hole and held Grant in his gaze. Holding his cock, he said "Push Grant. Push."

Afraid to hurt the muscle god who loomed below him Grant slowly pushed inward until he felt Jason's hand on his ass and with a hard pull felt his entire cock slide deep inside the throbbing hole. With a cry of shock, he stared at Jason who growled,

"Fuck me, Sailor. That's an order!"

With a shout of "Sir, Yes Sir" Grant began grinding his hips and cock in and out of Jason's meaty ass like his life depended on it. Feeling the clap of his balls with each downward stroke, he watch as Jason moaned and placed his legs onto Grant's shoulders. Jason's slipped his hands under Grant's shirt and began running his hands up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples in the process. With each tweak, Grant moaned and fucked harder until unable to contain himself he cried out "Sirrrrr!" and he felt his load blast deep inside Jason's warm hole. Shudders of pleasure ran up and down his body as he jerked with each release of warm cum. Unable to stand he fell into Jason's chest and felt arms and legs envelope him as his brain tried to sort through the thoughts and stimuli rushing around inside it.

Grant lay there thinking 'Was that really me?' Not wanting it to end he pushed his cock deeper into Jason's hole and turned to face him. Jason reached over and kissed him. Grant's mouth was unresponsive in return, causing Jason to pull back and say "Hey Grant it's Ok. Everyone's a little quick their first time. Don't worry. I really enjoyed it."

Grant's brain screamed 'What the fuck did I just do!' He was about to tell Jason this was a mistake. A big horrible mistake, when a voice from the doorway said.

"Well isn't this cozy." Avery stood leaning against the door jam, an unreadable look on his face.

To be continued...