An Unexpected Turn

Chapter 68 

Honeymoon

Ian and I spent our last day in St. Croix with a well-planned itinerary. We had room service deliver breakfast in bed, giving the young, shy server a hefty tip. Once we had downed breakfast, we had cum for desert in a sixty-nine position. We kept edging each other until we both couldn’t hold back any longer. After showering, we wandered around areas we hadn’t yet explored, looking in shops and periodically making a purchase, some were gifts for our friends and members of the wedding party. We then drove back over to Frederiksted and had lunch at the Six Nine Restaurant and Bar. Yes, I know, right. It was Ian’s idea, but it didn’t take much to convince me. We’d seen it advertised and couldn’t resist the chance to eat there. We both had the Grilled Mahi. It was delicious. After paying our bill and leaving an ample tip, we did a little more shopping to make sure we had enough gifts as well as some souvenirs for ourselves although we both agreed we would return to vacation. We then returned to Christiansted where we took a walk on the beach and then stripped to our suits for a swim. We then lounged on the beach for a while. For dinner we chose to return to Rum Runners, and at Ian’s request, we had Conch Fritters for an appetizer. Ian had to coax me into trying it. It wasn’t what I expected and was surprisingly good. For a salad, we again chose the Salad Tropique. For the entre’, we again chose the Shrimp and Crab Spaghetti and Seafood Pasta except this time we shared them. We left the waiter (the same one as last time) an awesome tip which he graciously thanked us for. We had a few drinks after dinner before heading back for another walk on the beach. Ian had ideas of a repeat performance and we even passed by the couple who took over from us several nights ago, but the beach was busier this night and it wasn’t going to happen. Instead, we decided to head back to the hotel and shower and then relax on the balcony for a while.

We had the lights in the room off and as it grew dark, we enjoyed the beautiful view that was displayed before us. We talked about how great the honeymoon was and how St. Croix was the perfect choice. Suddenly, Ian got up and kneeled in front of me with a grin on his face. He opened my shorts and I lifted up, allowing him to pull them off. My cock was straining against the fabric of my Ice blue American Eagle briefs. I glanced around the area to ensure no one else could see what was going on and then lifted Ian up so I could pull off his shorts as well. I smiled as I was now at eye level with his hard cock stretching the front of his black Jockey briefs. My smile grew wider as I noticed the large, shiny wet spot at the tip of his shaft. I leaned in and licked at it with the tip of my tongue before placing my mouth over it and full-on lapping at it. It tasted sweeter than ever, possibly from the fish and tropical food we’d been eating over the past two weeks. Either way, I couldn’t get enough. It was an aphrodisiac. Once I could only taste minute amounts of his precum, I pulled his briefs down to his ankles before going after the subject of my desire or at least this part of him. I licked up the drop of precum that had already formed at its tip and then began licking from base to head. I then took his hard shaft between two fingers to allow access to his full balls. Licking at them and soaking them in my saliva before returning to his shaft. He had already produced more precum for me to devour and I didn’t waste any time. His cock was twitching on each stroke of my tongue and I heard a frantic, pleading, “Steeeve”, so I grinned before finally putting my mouth over the head of his cock. I felt him sigh in relief more than heard him. I then slowly began sliding my lips back and forth across his hard yet smooth shaft, enjoying the flavor of his precum which was now almost flowing from him. My hands found their way to his now very familiar hard, cantaloupe-shaped buns and used them as leverage to pull his cock in as far as I could, taking more and more until my nose was contacting his crotch which smelled of a mix of soap and masculine musk. The mixture of his scent and his aphrodisiacal-like precum had my head swimming in lust. I almost didn’t hear him cry out before I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and begin flooding my mouth with his creamy, salty-sweet seed. It felt odd as I seemed to feel the surges going through him as he pumped his seed into my mouth. Ian’s hands came to my shoulders as he steadied himself and his breathing slowed as his cum flow slowed and then stopped. I reluctantly pulled my mouth from his cock and looked up to see him still breathing heavily, but smiling down at me. Through deep ragged breaths, Ian said, “Holy fuck, Steve! That was incredible!” I just smiled up at him and then kissed him aggressively. He returned it with equal enthusiasm, sharing some of his cum that I’d intentionally not swallowed. When we broke the kiss, Ian giggled. I grinned and asked what that was all about. Ian said, “Well, I didn’t really need you to share my cum with me because as soon as I started cumming I somehow could already taste it in my mouth. The only difference was sharing its texture just now with you.” I began to laugh myself and said, “That’s interesting because I seemed to feel the surges going through your body as you came. Is this what marriage is or are we different somehow? You do know that last statement was rhetorical.” Ian giggled again and said, “Yeah it was because we both know the answer to that question. We’re somehow different, but not because we’re a same sex couple. I think something happened that day of the accident and I wouldn’t change it for the world.” I kissed him affectionately and said, “Nor would I, Stud. You complete me and I am so lucky to have found you. Whatever happened to us on that day seems to have been a blessing with a side of curse.” We both grinned and then broke into laughter at that statement as we both realized the ordeals we’d been through, yet the rewards made every bit of it worth it. Ian slowly dropped to his knees, and he began licking at my own wet spot that had formed in my briefs. He soon was removing my briefs and had my cock in his mouth. He bobbed up and down on my cock for a while before moving to my balls. I chuckled as he seemed to be trying to devour them as he took them in his mouth one at a time and swirled his tongue around them, soaking them in his saliva. Ian then released my balls from his mouth and gave me a jolt as I felt his tongue lap at my taint, getting very close to my anal ring. Ian had never gone there before and it both shocked me and excited me. He only teased me with his tongue as he soon returned his attentions to my cock, licking it like a deer at a salt lick. By the time Ian took my cock back in his mouth I was already about to explode, “Fuck, Ian! I’m about to explode!” Ian just seemed to work harder, and I grunted as my cum erupted into Ian’s mouth. My whole body spasmed with each ejaculate of my cum. It was a mind-blowing experience and I think Ian’s venture to my taint had something to do with it. Ian tried swallowing my cum as it filled his mouth, but some escaped the corners of his mouth. I was trying to catch my breath as he released my cock and moved up to kiss me. We snowballed my cum back and forth until we had totally consumed it. We continued kissing for a while as he sat on my lap facing me. I soon felt his hardness pressing into my abdomen and commented, “That was a quick recovery.” Ian giggled and said, “That’s your fault.” I grinned and said, “Is that so?”, and then reached under his thighs and picked him up as I stood up. He laughed and wrapped his legs around my back as I carried him into the bedroom and laid him on his back with me on top of him. We kissed some more, and Ian caught me by surprise and rolled us over putting me on the bottom. I grinned at my muscle pup husband, both amused and excited by his sudden move and decided to see where he wanted to take this. At first he just gave me his mischievous grin, began kissing me and then started grinding his hard cock into me, humping my abdomen. His balls were raking against my hardening cock. He moved to kissing my jaw and then down to my neck. My cock was now fully erect. He knew the exact spots on my neck that drove me wild, just under the corner of my jawline and just below my ear. He bit my earlobe playfully, then began tonguing my ear. My breathing grew deeper, and my cock grew harder. Ian then slowly moved down my neck to my chest where he licked and playfully bit my nipples. He then licked his way down my abdomen, stopping to tongue my belly button which caused my cock to twitch with excitement. While he did this, he was also humping my leg which felt the precum his cock was producing. Ian looked up at me with a twinkle in his eye and then moved down past my cock which was throbbing for attention. Jr. was thinking, ‘The bastard! Get back up here!’ He began licking my ball sack, slobbering it with his saliva and then he did it again. Every once in a while, his tongue moved down across my taint and momentarily moved across my anal ring causing me to jump and inhale sharply at the sensation. He did this for a while before putting his arms under my knees and lifting my legs onto his shoulders. He then guided the tip of his precum-lubed cockhead to the entrance to my hole and slowly sank into me. I looked into his eyes as he slowly penetrated me. I groaned, “Fuuuuck. Yes, Stud. Take me. Breed your new husband.” Ian smiled and said, “I like the sound of that word, husband.”, and then he slowly began stroking inward and outward, making love to me. My own cock was leaking copious amounts of precum onto my stomach as his cock nudged my prostate with each inward thrust and raked across it. I kept eye contact with him as he pumped in and out of me. I told him, “Fuck me, Stud! Fuck me harder! Breed your husband!” Ian began slamming into me, causing slapping sounds to reverberate around the room. Sweat was dripping from Ian’s face down onto my chest. My cock was aching to cum. I reached to grasp it and finish myself off, but Ian said, “No touching yourself!” I looked up at him pleadingly. He broke into a grin and shook his head. It was torture, but I obeyed. It was like not scratching an itch. Ian continued pounding me, periodically leaning down and pulling my head up into a kiss. He released my head and I said to him, “You like torturing me, don’t you Stud?” He just grinned down, but then I sensed his breathing getting more ragged and his rhythm seemed to speed up. Then I felt my own orgasm approaching without even being touched, “Oh fuck! Stud! I’m gonna cum!”, and suddenly a jet of cum shot from my cock, splashing my nose and left cheek. Another blasted onto Ian’s chest, followed by another onto my face, even into my mouth. More shot onto my chest and abdomen. Ian then cried out, “You’re making me cum, Steve. Fuck!” I felt Ian cock throbbing and more pressure inside as he unloaded in me. We were both gasping for breath as our orgasms overtook us. As our orgasms ebbed, Ian collapsed down onto my chest, sandwiching my cum between us. I chuckled as I felt my cum running down my cheek and said, “You were fucking awesome, Stud!” Ian giggled and I felt the vibration from it through my chest. He said, “When you started cumming, it almost felt like you were going to squeeze the cum right out of me. I actually think you did.” Ian then lifted his head up and moved forward so he could lick my cum from my face. In doing so, his cock slipped from my hole. When he was through licking my face clean, we kissed, sharing my cum. Ian then laid his head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around him. I could feel what felt like physical love flowing between us and I was sure he felt it as well. We just laid there allowing the feeling flow through us.

After about half an hour, Ian asked, “Want to take a shower before bed, Steve?” I said, “Not just yet, Stud.” I then rolled us over so that I was now on top of him. He giggled and I kissed him before lifting up and saying, “Roll over onto your stomach.” Ian did as I asked  and then I bent down and kissed the back of his neck, then moved to the side and found his own erogenous spot under his ear and kissed him there for a bit. He was soon purring. I then moved to the center of his back where I slowly kissed and licked my way down to the top of that deep crevasse between those hard melons. I smiled as his body jumped in surprise as my tongue touched him there. He cried out, “Holy shit, Steve!” I then began sliding my tongue in that crack just at the very top. Ian groaned, “Your giving me goose bumps!” I smiled again and slowly worked my way down as my tongue continued to push inward as I moved it up and down the deep valley. As I got lower, my tongue could no longer hit bottom due to those round, hard melons. I slapped both of them causing Ian to yelp and got up on my knees and reached under his hips and pulled him up onto his knees and then with the base of my hand, pushed his chest down. Ian tried to turn his head back as he asked, “Are you finally going to fuck me?” I grinned and replied, “Not yet Stud.” I bent down and began lapping between his crack again. With him in this position, I could reach my tongue wherever I wanted it and it was about to go where it had never been with anyone. Slowly my tongue made its way toward its destination as I heard Ian moaning and crying out at times, “Oh fuck! Oh my god. Oh my fucking God!” Ian was squirming and at times trembling under my ministrations as my tongue found its way to his tight ring. He smelled of soap and Ian. And as my tongue circled around his tight ring, his moans and grunts grew higher in pitch. Then I pushed through the tight ring. At first it seemed to fight to keep me out, but then I was inside and Ian yelled, “Fuck! Oh my God, Yes!” I pushed my tongue as deeply as I could and then kept working it around, tongue-fucking him. A continuous high-pitched moan was now coming from Ian as I worked him over. After a while, Ian suddenly pleaded, “Steve! Please just fuck me! You’re driving me insane! Put your cock in me! Please!” I pulled my tongue from him and saw his ring spasm as I did. I grinned and said, “If you insist.” Ian turned back and said, “Fuck yeah I insist. I need you inside me Steve. Now!” I chuckled at what he said and grinned when I noticed the string of precum hanging from the tip of his rigid cock. It was almost reaching the bed beneath him. I realized my own cock had its own string hanging and used it to lube my cock further, figuring my saliva had prepped Ian’s hole enough to forgo the lube. I then got behind him and pressed against his anus. I grabbed his hip with my left hand and pushed inward. Ian was in need and pushed himself back onto my cock which entered part way. Ian moaned, “Oh, fuck yes.” I took this as an invitation to go deeper and I slowly sank in until I was pressed against those magnificent melons. I waited a few seconds and then began a slow fuck at first. Ian purred as my cock raked back and forth across his prostate. He groaned, “Fuck, I love your cock in me Steve. Fuck me. Harder! Please! Slam my hole! Yes!” As I began fucking him harder and faster, he began rocking back into me on my forward thrusts. If anyone was in the hall or either room next to us, they were surely hearing the loud sounds of skin slapping skin as well as Ian’s moans and pleas. I stopped suddenly and had Ian flip over onto his back, “I want to see your gorgeous, handsome face, Stud.” I saw the precum already beginning to pool on his abdomen as he flipped onto his back. I smiled and slid my cock back in him and then kissed him while resuming our fuck. We were both sweating and breathing more heavily when Ian reached for his drooling, hard shaft. I grabbed his wrist and shook my head no. He looked at me with pleading, puppy dog eyes and I had to grin and then begin to jackhammer him. Once again, he broke into a continuous, “Ooooohhhhh.” Suddenly his cock began firing spurt upon spurt of wads of cum, bathing his face, chest and hair in his creamy juices. Feeling his anal muscles spasming around my cock and the strange sensations of feeling Ian’s own orgasm, I yelled out as my cock exploded inside him. Surge after surge went through my body. It was the best orgasm of my life because it seemed like I was having two orgasms at once, as both the top and the bottom. I collapsed down onto Ian’s cum-covered chest and began licking away at the cum on his face. I felt my cock, which was still buried inside Ian, pulse a few more times and grinned as Ian just sighed and mumbled, “Oh my fucking God.” We kissed and shared Ian’s cum this time and then just embraced each other as we felt that physical love flow between us at the same time as our spiritual love soared to new heights. We laid like that for an hour or so bathing in the afterglow of the best lovemaking we’ve ever experienced. I felt more than heard Ian’s giggle and asked, “What?” He said, “I don’t know if you had the same experience, Steve, but I just had two of the most amazing orgasms just now. I felt yours at the same time I was having mine. It felt awesome, no incredible. No, I can’t describe it with words.” I smiled and said, “Me too, Stud. And you’re right, I can’t put words to it that would describe what I, we, just had.”

We eventually found our way into the shower and then had a nightcap on the balcony before calling it a night, our last for now, in St. Croix.

End of first person.

Steve and Ian arrived back at the airport to find Chad waiting for them. They were amused to see him holding a sign saying Andrews-O’Connor and wearing a chauffeur’s uniform. As they approached the vehicle, Ian asked him, “Where did you get the uniform?” Chad grinned and said, “Well, I’ll tell you in a minute.” Then another guy wearing a chauffeur’s uniform walked up and Chad gave him his phone. Chad then stepped between Steve and Ian and the guy used Chad’s phone to take a picture and then handed Chad his phone back. Steve asked, “What was that all about?” Chad replied, “I asked him earlier if he’d take the pic.” Ian asked, “Ok, but why? It’s not like we’re celebrities and you’re a fan or anything. We can take pictures any time.” Chad said, “That’s why I said I’d tell you in a minute. I got this goofy idea to pick you up from the airport wearing a chauffeur’s uniform and Carl loved it. I went into this uniform rental place and asked about chauffeur’s uniforms, and they fitted me with one and then asked if it was for a costume party or if I was actually applying to be a chauffeur. When I told them why I wanted to rent it and who I was picking up at the airport, the manager pulled the salesman aside to talk with him and then they gave me an offer; if I took a picture of the two of you with me in one of their rental uniforms, there would be no charge as long as I received your permission to allow them to post the picture in their rental store. You don’t have a problem with that do you?” Steve looked at Ian, grinning and said, “Of course not, but it’s not like we’re actual celebrities or anything.” Just then, several people began taking pictures of them and one woman said, “That’s them. I’m sure of it.” Chad then opened the back car door and as Steve and Ian climbed in, said, “Whether you like it or not, people recognize you. That makes you celebrities.” Chad then walked around to the driver’s door and then smiled at the crowd gathering and then climbed in and drove. Steve and Ian just looked at each other in astonishment. Ian finally spoke, “What the hell is going on? Are people losing it?” Steve said, “I know, right? We’re just a normal couple trying to live a normal life. Just because we did our civic duty that a policeman or firefighter or such would have done as part of their job, people are calling us heroes, and it’s nonsense.” Chad looked in his rearview mirror at them and laughed. Ian asked, “What’s so funny, chauffeur?” Chad replied, “Because Steve talked just like Captain America would have. Instead of saying ‘That’s bullshit’, he said, ‘That’s nonsense.” A tear rolled down Chad’s cheek from laughing. Ian shook his head and said, “This crazy shit is even affecting our friends.” Steve elbowed him and said, “He’s your friend.” Ian grinned and said, “Oh, I see how this is gonna be.” Steve just grinned more.

As they pulled up to the house, they saw quite a few cars they recognized. They weren’t going to have a quiet evening. Chad kept up his role and pulled up to the front of the house where everyone was waiting. One person stood out among the others; Melissa looked a lot more along after just the two weeks we were gone. Chad insisted on getting out and coming around to open our door. As we got out, everyone yelled, “Welcome back!”  We walked up and greeted Melissa first and asked if the house sitting was uneventful and more importantly how she was doing with the twins, our twins. All was well in the world. Little Ben suddenly had an arm wrapped around Ian and my legs as he said, “Welcome home Ian and Steve. I missed you and so did my little brothers. I mean siblings in case one’s a girl.” Everyone laughed. They then went into the house where dinner awaited. After dinner, Steve and Ian handed out the gifts they’d bought in St. Croix. Then they showed photos and described their honeymoon minus the sex. They avoided the part in Frederiksted with the four hooligans. Everyone was impressed by the photos and envied them after seeing the crystal blue water, beautiful restaurants and the fantastic hotels. Then, Scott said, “Why didn’t you show us these photos?”, then Scott started showing everyone photos of the incident in Frederiksted. Photos of four young kids with knives and photos of the Virgin Island Police with Steve and Ian as well as Ian and Steve with the people of Frederiksted. Steve smiled and said, “Those people were very gracious to us, and the Virgin Island Police were as well. As for the misguided youths, hopefully, they’ve learned a valuable lesson in life”. They talked long into the evening before Melissa said, “I think it’s time for us to be leaving. Steve and Ian have had a long day and I think they should be getting some rest.” Everyone else agreed and soon everyone had gone. Ian said, “I don’t know about you, Steve, but I’m ready for bed.” Steve smiled and said, “I agree, and it will be nice to sleep in our own bed once again.”

Peter heard a knock at his dorm room door. His roommate wasn’t expected back until morning and wouldn’t be knocking anyway. He put his book down and called out, “Come in!” Ryan walked in and walked over and sat down on Peter’s bed next to him. Peter was surprised that Ryan hadn’t called him first, “Why didn’t you call before you came over? You normally do.” Ryan was hesitant at first, but then explained, “I was out taking a walk and I just happened to walk by your dorm and thought I’d pay you a visit. You don’t mind, do you?” Peter closed his book and said, “Of course not.”  Ryan fidgeted a bit before asking, “So, you fucked Mike. How was that?” Peter said, “It was pretty hot taking his cherry. It was a pretty good weekend given that my mom had surgery.”, then Peter realized where the conversation was taking them. “Wait! Are you jealous of what happened between me and Mike?” Ryan lowered his eyes and asked, “Why would you think that? I um, was just asking.” To be continued.

 

End of Chapter 68