Kane

'For real? We're really taking Missy back?'

'She's yours now. She wasn't really happy with Marie now, was she?'

That was an understatement or, at the very least, it was explaining things from the wrong perspective! It was more Marie who was really unhappy with having a whacking great hound in her immaculate house.

Now, don't get me wrong, Marie, the housekeeper, is a lovely, lovely woman with a heart the size of Brittany but she was no lover of animals (except those that could usefully end up on a plate!).

Although Missy and Didier (Marie's quiet, unassuming husband) got on like a house on fire, Marie and Missy, it was safe to say, were not the best of friends. Despite a friend from Texas giving me a bit of a hard time for giving her up in the first place, l had hesitated a while before agreeing to take her back. l knew Missy would return to regarding me as someone who also 'happened' to live with her owner and that she and Kane would rapidly be as inseparable as Missy and Michael had been! There's no deception with animals.

I opened the boot to let Missy jump in without a second's hesitation, grateful that, fortunately, Kane had totally overlooked the fact that I was much later than promised to collect him from Marie and Didier's.

He'd rung up an hour earlier in fact. I could hear the weariness in his voice but I'd managed to fob him off with an excuse:

'I need about another 30 mins here, Kane. Anna said the first set of legal docs needed re-doing so we're a bit behind.'

We weren't anything of the sort. In fact, l hadn't even heard from Anna since l rang her back to apologise for putting the phone down on her before his accident. There were no docs, legal or otherwise.

'Oh, ok. Can't be helped!'

'Sorry. I'll text you when I'm leaving, ok?'

I did feel sorry for him. Marie, whilst a brilliant cook/ housekeeper/ neighbour, had two faults, in Kane's eyes at least. Firstly, an unshakable dislike of dogs, cats and in fact anything or anyone likely to leave hair on her sofa and secondly, she had a tendency to 'over-mother' Kane at the best of times. As soon as she'd heard he was an orphan, she'd gone into 'Mother Hen on speed mode' for anything to do with Kane. Having no kids of her own, nothing was too much trouble, regardless of whether Kane might actually want this or that done for him! As an independent young man who'd had to fend for himself for a long while, l don't know how he put up with it, but put up with it he did.

Then there was the difficulty of communication. Despite a good couple of decades in the UK, she and her husband, Didier, had scant regard for English grammar, vocabulary or vowels and basically forced the language to behave the way they saw fit --- rather like a plumber using his tools to bake a cake! It made spending a whole afternoon with them a little hard going at times. Your head had to stay in fifth gear permanently to interpret and fill in the gaps between what was said and what was actually meant. 'I am go eye-ron ze shits' conjures up unforgettable images which only disappear with the sight of bedding in a laundry basket and an ironing board appearing from a cupboard! Conversations were exhausting as a result.

I'd sent him there, ostensibly to give Marie (and Missy!) a break, but really, I was plotting and needed him out of the way for the whole afternoon in order to get the preparations done. Lasagna cannot be thrown together, after all! Moreover, Kane would have insisted on helping had he been there and something inside told me tonight had to be special from start to finish! And that meant it had to be all coming from me.

'What's in the cardboard box?'

He gestured at the back seat as we piled Missy's stuff onto the back seat of the RangeRover.

'Wait and see!'

My first hint to him that something was up produced a raised eyebrow initially but then he didn't let up with his questioning as I drove back.

'You're up to something, l know it!'

'Yup!'

'You're not denying it then?'

'Nope!'

'So, tell me!'

'Nope!'

'What is it?'

'Patience, my young padawan, patience! You've just got to let me go in through the garage and you wait outside until l open the front door! And NO peeking through the front door either! Or you'll ruin it!'

'Ok, keep your hair on!'

I parked in the garage and disappeared off with the cardboard box as I heard him muttering away to Missy like a hobo to his mutt.

Five mins later, l called out 'okay now' and stood back, praying that this time, my plotting and preparations would not come crashing about my ears as they had done so many times in the past where Kane was concerned.

He pushed open the door standing well back as if he expected something to fall on his head. Then he smiled as he saw the trail of red roses l'd laid out from the door to the now (poorly) decorated box which sat at the top of the steps down to the lounge area. Each rose had a little note tied to the stem saying 'You're beautiful' or 'You're kind', 'You're perfect!' and the like.

'You're so sweet! Red roses, eh? I've never even been given a dandelion before! Thank you.'

He stretched up to the cupboard above the sink to grab a vase, revealing the hollow in the small of his back. The urge to kiss him there and then on that exact spot was overwhelming.

'They smell so beautiful. Wow!'

He arranged the roses in the vase, filling it with water, blissfully unaware, unsurprisingly, of how you're supposed to snip the bottom inch off to help them take up water. He set it on the dining room table and kissed me.

'Well, are you going to tell me what's brought all this on, you big soppy thing? And what's in that friggin' box?'

'Patience! You'll see! There's a bit more to see before! You haven't noticed ... the prints have arrived back. Look!'

He looked across to the left to the 'landing' above the sunken lounge which led out to the terrace and the hot tub. The wall between it and our bedroom had been bare previously but now was hung with three poster sized photographs of Kane. I'd finally shown him my studio and he'd readily agreed to sit for me. Since then we'd had a number of modelling sessions from which I had picked what I considered the three best from the shoots and l had had them blown up and framed. I just prayed he would be happy with the results.

The central portrait was the only colour print. It showed him standing with his back to the camera but at 10 or 11 o'clock. Hips and upper body were twisted as he looked back over his left shoulder, maintaining eye contact. In an almost balletic pose, his left arm was pointing down at the floor and holding a yellow rose. His right was raised up above his head as if offering a second rose, bright yellow again, as a gift to the heavens. He was naked apart from a yellow jock strap which showed off the beauty and depth of his colour to perfection. As well as a very attractive pair of buttocks!

Whereas the middle print was bright and open, the two sides were black and white low-key nudes full of shadows and dark tones. In the left portrait, he was crouched down, in the position of a 100 metres athlete in the starting blocks but he was looking up at the camera, challenging it almost. The low lighting meant much of his naked, muscular body was in shadow. Though you saw most of his face, his nipples and penis were visible more in outline rather than in explicit detail and that gave an air of mystery and indeed menace even to the portrait.

The third was also black and white and shot under low-key lighting too. This time, Kane was facing full on to the camera, bum sat up on his heels, kneeling thighs spread out, defiantly confronting the camera and daring you to strain your eyes looking at the faint shadowed outline of his elegantly long, slim penis hanging down in front. You saw it, but not in sufficient detail to satisfy so your eyes kept roaming the portrait, hungry for more. This one was my favourite as it showed his quiet, confident beauty and it pulled you in, made you addicted to him almost. Well, me anyway.

Several times he opened his mouth to say something but then no words were uttered and his eyes were drawn to one of the other two. I stepped back and went over to lay the table. Eventually, he joined me.

'Wow! I don't know what to say ... you've made me look good ... arty ... '

'Seriously? So, you like them? You spent a good while looking at them, at least!'

'Nah! l just didn't want to help with laying the table!'

'Bastard!'

'I love them. I really do! You make me feel special, beautiful! Thank you!'

'Well, that's because you are special and beautiful. There's more to come too. A whole evening, and night l hope, of making you feel special!'

His eyebrows went up and the cheeky grin appeared.

'Night? And how exactly are you going to do that?'

'Patience you must have, young Kane! Well, the lasagna will be ready in about 40 mins so you've time to go wash them nooks and crannies out!'

The eyebrows went up another floor but off he went.

'Yes, Master Yoda!'

He ran off laughing as I threw the pot-towel after him. I'd showered before collecting him so my nooks and crannies had been seen to already so instead, l finished the table and opened my favourite red. I fed Missy and grabbed my glass to go sit down in the lounge where l put my feet up on the pouffe and looked out over the bay. So far, so good.
When Kane reappeared, he was wearing his white bathrobe and a very unhappy expression on his face.

'What's up?'

'Have you moved my Treasure Tin? I can't find it. I wanted to pull out the lasagna photos again but it's gone!'

'Ah! Yes, now, that's part of the surprise!'

His eyebrows shot down to basement level and were now saying very clearly that this was not the kind of surprise they liked.

'It's nothing bad, l promise. Just get yourself a drink and come sit opposite me.'

His eyebrows looked anything but convinced but l heard the fridge slam and the hiss as he opened a bottle of something sugary and disgusting.

He sat down opposite me and leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs as if to say 'This'd better be good!'. Missy immediately wandered over and plonked herself at his feet, contentedly. If he wasn't already angry, l knew damn well his features were ready to spring into angry mode at a moment's notice. He hadn't noticed how his bathrobe had loosened and opened up to reveal the whole of his left side from knee to inner thigh and groin right up to his nipple. Which, l suddenly noticed, somehow managed to be darker and more enticing than the rest of him.

I got up and retrieved the hastily wrapped cardboard box to place it on the step between us before once more sitting down opposite him.

'It's in the box!'

He knocked off the cardboard lid and his hand disappeared inside hesitantly, as if scared of what it might find. The 'Mr About To Get Seriously Angry' face retreated visibly as he pulled the Treasure Tin out, mercifully undamaged, and he opened it up. He checked the photos and birth certificate were there and then snapped the jewelry box open to find his mother's chain, safe and sound too.

'I hope you don't mind but I took the chain to get the clasp repaired.'

His face beamed.

'Oh my God, Ben. Oh my God, ....'

'You can wear it again now!'

'Only on special occasions!'

'Like today maybe?'

He broke into a smile and leaned forward for me to secure it around his neck and, as he pulled back, he kissed me. A full kiss. Not a peck. Not an 'I'm about to fuck you' kiss either. The most valuable kind. An 'l love you' kiss.

'Thank you!'

I could see tears welling.

'There's more in the box by the way!'

It was as he learned forward, eagerly this time, that I noticed the robe had fallen completely away from covering him. His long slim thighs drew my eyes in to his cock and balls hanging down between his legs. The warm shower meant they hung low and relaxed. His dick was slightly elongated with one vein on the top a little more prominent along its length than usual. My cock stirred.

He took out two matching photo-frames containing his sole remaining family snaps.

'You had them copied?'

'Yup! I hope you'll put them up somewhere here? So this place becomes your home too.'

Two tears ran down his cheeks and I knelt forward between his legs to embrace him. His head rested on my shoulder and my hand felt his tight curls. I inhaled. A cocktail of soap, deodorant and aftershave. Issey Miyake. And his own smell. His intoxicatingly male odour. I kissed his neck then moved to mouthe his left nipple. My lips formed a seal around it as teeth bit its base lightly and my tongue rubbed its top.

'Ouch!'

I pushed him back so he was lying with his back flat on the bench, his cock falling flat against his belly, his balls exposed for me to crouch down and lick and suck and take into my mouth. An effort that went down well l can safely confirm from his soft moans. I rolled his twins in my mouth a little and then popped them out gently. My tongue's caresses were replaced instead by my left hand cradling his sack and my right taking possesion of his erect dick in its fist. I pulled it upright and tickled his cum hole with the tip of my tongue and pulled foreskin down to expose his pink glans. Hardening my lips into a tight circle, l popped him in and out of my mouth, each time descending a little further down his stalk.

'Fuck! That feels good! I'm not going to last! Just warning ya!'

I applied a little suction, and speeded up, keeping his most sensitive underbelly flat against my tongue as I did so.

'Here l go!'

His juice erupted and hit the back of my throat! I swallowed and there was more immediately. In my hands I felt both balls and dick contract again and again to force his salty sweet essenc e into me. And l smiled to myself, happy at the pleasure l was giving him and swallowed all that his body gave up to me.

The oven beeped.

'Shit! There's no time for the antipasti now!'

He raised himself up on his elbows, inadvertently showing me his abs were returning nicely.

'Ha ha! Looks like you've had your first course already! Greedy man! I get first dibs on seconds on the lasagna then!'

'Huh! And I'm the greedy one?!' I said as I went to retrieve the dish from the oven.

'You want salad in knickers (as we now called salad with a dressing) or just in lemon juice?'

'Knickers!! Can't have salads going commando!'

'You're commando!'

'Yes, but l am no salad! A bit of a dish maybe but no salad! Ha ha!'

'Ugh! So corny! Sit down and eat!'

I sat down opposite him and poured myself another glass of red.

'Can l try it too?'

I nearly choked.

'Sure. If you want. If you're really sure?' I spluttered, not really believing my ears.

'Yes. I think it's time to let go.'

'Try a bit from my glass. Red takes a little more getting used to ... there's still some white from yesterday if that might be easier??? No pressure!!'

I knew this one was rich and full of tannins and, for that reason, not the easiest of introductions to wine.

'Mmm. Maybe the white then! Ha ha!!'

We ate and chatted and yes, he did have seconds! And, much to my surprise, he didn't leave the wine but actually poured himself a second glass.

Suddenly, I just wanted music. Not just any music. A very specific singer. I got up and searched her out on my playlist.

'Anita Baker? Sweet Love.'

'You recognize her! Wow! I'm impressed, Kane, surprised too.'

'You cheeky git! How rude! Up until then, your seduction was going very well too. What a pity!!'

He looked at me quizzically. 'That is what this special evening is about .... seducing me? l hope?'

I pulled him up from his chair, put my arms around his waist and kissed him.

'Yes. It is ... if that's what you call making you feel special.'

'In that case, it's working!'

With that he stepped back and dropped the bath robe from his shoulders.

'You are so fucking beautiful Kane! I want to hold you and pleasure you and just be close to you!'

'Well, be my guest!'

I leaned down and licked his nipple just as you would an ice cream cornet. Long, slow licks, with the flat of my tongue. First one, then the other. He shivered and put his hands on my back and shoulders. I worked his nips till my jaw ached!

Stopping finally, l turned him around and ground my cock against his butt, my hand reaching around to jerk him.

'I want you naked, Ben! Let me undress you!'

'Patience, young man! Patience! Yoda will show you his light-sabre soon enough!'

He laughed out loud, shaking and cracking his fingers in that typical gesture of young, black guys. Stereotypical maybe, l don't know.

'You crack me up, you know. You're fucking hilarious!'

I bent him over the dining room table and rang my fingers between his naked butt cheeks, lingering over his hole, circling it. I wet my forefinger in my mouth and touched his pucker, lightly circling his hole a few times before I inserted it. I pulled in and out and listened to his moans of appreciation. Then, sitting on a chair, my tongue went back to work on his most intimate, sensitive of places. Sometimes soft, sometimes rigid, now in circles, now back to long licks from taint upwards. Again it struck me how unfair it was that something so pleasurable should be so taboo.

'Stop it! I can't take it anymore! I want you inside me, Ben!'

I undid my belt, buttons and my dick sprung out in relief! I rubbed him against Kane's butt cleft, tormenting him a little more, pulling away, out of reach if he pushed back in an attempt to impale himself on me.

'Fuck me, please!'

After doing this once or twice more, l relented and pushed against his spot. It yielded more easily than l thought it might. I withdrew and returned immediately but a little deeper. Again I sensed an attempt to drive himself back on me and again I pulled away. Only when he stopped, did l then penetrate further into his warmth. Slowly, deliciously, all my length entered him and I started to fuck.

His moans became louder and louder and soon he sprayed over the floor under the table. I looked at my reflection in the glass porch, knowing all too well how being half undressed and fucking a completely naked guy had always turned me on. I felt my own orgasm welling up as l thrust into him again and again. An involuntary grunt escaped me as I felt that huge contraction from arsehole through taint, balls, dick which forced my seed into him to claim him, to take possession. I leaned forward and kissed him between his shoulder blades and just stayed there until l softened and slipped out of him.

But the evening wasn't over.