Prelude to a Meal
I opened the door to the blue room and was immediately mauled by a bear. The bear turned out to be Church. He swept me into his arms and hugged me against his shirtless body. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold myself up and kissed his mouth with my tongue. I savored the salt of his mouth and the feeling of his silky man fur. He shoved the legs of my shorts up as high as they would go so he could touch the smooth skin of my thighs. I had just started to surrender to whatever he had planned when a throat cleared with a sharp ‘A-HEM!’
I took my tongue out of my husband’s mouth to search for the source of the sound. Bem waved to me from his place at the small round table at the foot of the bed. I offered a greeting from my perch. “Hello, Bem.”
“Hello, Shawn. Sorry for the interruption, but since I can’t join you anymore, it doesn’t seem right for you to do that in front of me. Feels a little like window shopping at the candy store when you’re on a diet.”
Church teased our old friend. “Maybe you should change your diet. I read about one they’re doing on Earth. It’s called the lion diet, nothing but beef.” He raised his right arm and cocked it back to make his bicep bulge.
I leaned forward to lick the top of the rock-hard knot of muscle. “You should try it, Bem. It’s delicious and very satisfying!”
Bem laughed at our antics. “You two are killing me. The Big Guy is bigger than ever and that new fur coat makes him even hotter. Shawn has put on enough muscle to make two of the old version. What I wouldn’t give to be ketchup in that meatloaf sandwich.”
“MEATLOAF?” Church demanded. “I’m insulted. You’re talking about prime steak here. Shawn is a filet and I’m definitely a T-bone!”
“Yeah, I used to T-bone the heck out of you!”
We all laughed at Bem’s joke. Church laughed so hard, I had to climb down from his body or risk falling. Bem came to give me a hug. I had a silly impulse and used my new strength to lift him off his feet and spin him around. I set him down but kept him squeezed against me. “WOW, Shawn.” He said to my ear. “You can toss me around like the Big Guy used to. I’ll have to start calling you Little Big Guy!”
I released him from my embrace and stepped back to laugh. I loved Bem. I missed intimacy we used to share. I wished we could engage like we used to. I didn’t miss him as sharply as Church did, but ever since he entered into a relationship with Church’s sister Mary, he was conspicuously absent as our third wheel. I wouldn’t take him from Mary for the world, but I still wished there was a way for us to have what we used to. It was impossible, though. Mary would never consent to sharing her husband. Even if she did, Church would never be comfortable being with a man who was also with his sister.
We finished laughing and Bem reiterated for me what he and Church had been discussing. “I just told the Big Guy that we’re dealing with complacency. There hasn’t been a real threat in this sector for years. The security force has been lulled almost to sleep. I fired the shift manager who failed to properly vet Verpa. I also plan to conduct some training and several simulations over the next weeks, months, and years. What happened here is a good lesson for all of us. I bet a lot of our sectors could use a shakeup.”
“What do you mean by ‘simulation?’”
Church explained. “It’s a stress test for the organization. Bem plans to hire a specialized firm who performs tests on security forces. They use all kinds of tactics to see if the security responds the way they’re supposed to.”
I still didn’t understand, so Bem elaborated. “Let’s say a team is guarding you. The testing firm might broadcast digital communication chatter talking about causing you harm. The team should identify the chatter as a threat and take appropriate action to investigate and neutralize. Maybe the firm would plant a suspicious person in the area. The person wouldn’t do anything overt. They would hang around and watch your movements. The team should identify the suspicious person as a person of interest and investigate.
“The firm rates the security team on how quickly and effectively they respond to threats. After the test is over, they meet with the team to discuss what went right and what went wrong and they make recommendations to improve the team’s response. Stress tests like this break up the boredom and keep the security teams from getting complacent.”
I heaved a deep sigh of relief. I was thrilled the solution seemed to be a simple one. “Does that mean we can go to Josephine’s now?”
Bem shook his head. “Not quite yet. I need a couple more days to finalize the new staff assignments and to review all the reports from the last year. Verpa started tutoring Jo’s kids about three months ago. The team didn’t just get lazy on the day he showed up. I want to dig deep and see if there is anything else they missed. I also plan to conduct my own stress test. I’ll need two days, three tops.”
I heaved another sigh. It wasn’t one of relief, it was one of resignation. “Alright, three days. I can survive living in my father’s house for that long.”
Bem grinned with lewd amusement and jerked his head toward Church. “I’m sure you and the Big Guy can figure out something to keep you occupied for at least that long.”
His teasing hit the mark, and I was able to muster a smile. “As much as I wish that was true, I don’t think even Church has that kind of staying power.”
Church added his thoughts on the matter. “I’m willing to try!”
We all enjoyed another laugh.
* * * *
After Bem left, Church asked me about the emotional roller coaster he felt while I was with Primis. I gave him a quick summary of what I talked about with my brother, and then about the episode with my father. He rubbed the back of his neck with the heel of his left hand in response. “That’s kind of a lot. Joe is gay, he and Primis are both tired of Dignissium, Primis suspects Dignissium is tired of them, and your old man is still a peckerhead. Oh, and Primis is going to try to talk Joe into an exclusive homosexual relationship, and he’s going to fix what’s wrong between you and your pop.”
“Yes to all that.”
“Fuck me.” He walked to the window to look out. He did that sometimes when he needed to think.
Now that Bem was gone, I had nothing to distract me from my anxiety over having to spend more time in my father’s house. I needed a fresh distraction, and I hoped Church would provide it. While his back was to me, I slipped my shirt off and folded it up. I also removed my shorts and my underwear and folded them as well. I sat on the tabletop and leaned back on my arms with my legs spread wide.
Church finished his window gazing and turned to find me on display. He came over and took a seat at the table between my splayed legs. Without a word between us, he nuzzled my package until my cock came to life. When I was hard, he wrapped his hands around my thighs to hold me still while he treated me to an excellent blow job.
He sucked and slurped. He released my cock to suck on my balls. He didn’t lick my hole. He usually didn’t when he blew me. He liked to focus on one thing at a time. A blow job was only a blow job. The rimming would come later. I looked forward to that as well.
I lowered my back to the table and clasped my hands behind my head. I wished Ancil was around to bring me a pillow like he had the day before.
As if summoned by my desire, the bedroom door opened and he walked in. He brought the pillow and remained near my head to watch as Church gave me pleasure.
“Do you want to touch me?”
He licked his lips with a nervous tongue. “I’m on duty.”
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my chest. His fingers latched onto my nipple. I gasped in pleasure as he rolled the hard nub. “Be off duty for a while.”
He shook his head. “I’m worried about what happened to you last night. I don’t want that to happen again.”
I tried to calm his fears by using Church’s words from that morning. “We went too far last night. We won’t do that again. Church isn’t even going to share magic with us until we have a better idea of what it does. Don’t worry.”
He nodded. “Tell me what to do.”
“Are you clean?”
“Always.”
“Then sit on my face and let me eat your ass. Play with my nipples and hold my legs when Church eventually gets around to fucking me. If you want, play with my feet while you do. After that, do whatever you want.”
He released my nipple to strip his burgundy uniform. He arranged his clothes carefully and put his energy weapon on top of the pile. He climbed onto the table and was lowering his pretty peachy orange-pink hole to my salivating mouth. I remembered something important and held his ass off my face while I relayed one more instruction. “Keep an eye on the time. Joe and Primis are coming to our suite for cocktails and dinner at five. We’ll have to stop by four so we can clean up and air the room.”
“Yes, Master Shawn.” He lowered himself the rest of the way until I could taste his pucker. I held his hips and ate. He worked my sensitive nipples until I barely had the focus to rim his ass.
Church took his mouth from my cock long enough to welcome our friend to our play. “Nice to see you, Ancil. Make sure Shawn gets your hole good and slick. As soon as I’m done with him, I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yes, Boss. Master Shawn says we have to stop by four because your brothers are coming for dinner at five.”
Church rubbed my hard cock against his face. “I guess that makes this an appetizer.” He said and slurped me back in.
* * * *
Church scrubbed the fluffy white towel over my back. Ancil used the mirrored wall to comb his platinum blond hair. He agreed to shower with us only after we solemnly promised not to touch his cock. We had an enjoyable session and a playful shower afterward. Once Ancil agreed to join us, he gave himself over to the experience and participated with no hesitation.
He finished with his hair and hung his towel to dry. He resumed his butler persona even as he stood naked with his huge, hooded cock dangling over his heavy balls. “Would you like to set the dinner menu now, or shall we wait for Master Joseph and Master Primis to provide their input?”
I felt too good to be bothered with the usual negotiations. I couldn’t bear the thought of everyone holding back their true opinion because they didn’t want to put anyone out. I tried to pick something with universal appeal. Church’s joke with Bem from earlier rang in my head and gave me an idea. “T-bone steaks, baked potatoes, and sauteed asparagus spears.”
Church broke in. “No asparagus. It makes your man gravy taste funny. How about roasted carrots?”
I agreed and offered an idea for the first course. “Salad to start?”
He shook his head. “No greenery. How about fruit salad?”
“Fruit salad; that’s perfect! How about cocktails?”
“It’s a gorgeous day. Let’s have something good for warm weather. Vodka gimlets. Ancil, get a whole pitcher and martini glasses and lots of ice. If the culinarian doesn’t know what a gimlet is, tell it to mix five parts chilled vodka with one part sweetened lime juice.” Ancil nodded and Church asked himself about how to end the meal. “For dessert…”
I offered an idea. “Let’s stick with the fruit theme and have sorbet. We’ll have all the tropical flavors. Mango and passion fruit and whatever else there is that’s yellow or orange or pink or green.”
Church smiled with satisfaction. “Love that idea.”
Ancil said he had everything committed to memory and suggested timing for the evening. “May I presume arrival of the brothers at five, cocktails fifteen minutes later, and the first course of dinner at six?”
We agreed. He left the bathroom to get dressed and begin preparations. I stayed behind to help Church dry his fur. I scrubbed the towel over his washboard stomach and under his pecs. He smiled down from his eight-inch height advantage. “T-bones, huh?”
“Seemed appropriate.” I admitted through my own grin.
“We did just T-bone the heck out of each other, so I guess it makes sense. Speaking of bones, did you see that monster Ancil is packing? Holy hell! Looks like a whole salami wearing a turtle-neck…and those balls! If I didn’t know they were attached, I’d think he was smuggling onions in a drawstring bag.”
“It’s an intimidating package. I can’t believe I told him if he wanted to try topping again, he could do it with us. I don’t know if I’m ready for all that.”
Church wasn’t concerned. “I’d let him do me, as long as he went slow. My only worry is that he might push my belly button inside out.”
I laughed at the ridiculous joke. “Silly ass! Don’t worry, if he does, I’ll suck it back in for you.”
He laughed with me. “You’ll suck it back in? Wow, Love; that’s a pretty raw joke for you. Sounds like a joke I’d make.”
I squatted down to dry his legs. I poked my finger in his belly button while I was down there. He shivered and chuckled. The hair made him more ticklish than he’d been without it. I rubbed the towel up one thigh and down the other. The hair stood up on the one I’d rubbed the wrong way. I smoothed it down and thought about what he said. The joke was vulgar. It was very much a ‘Church joke.’
I thought about how I handled my brother when we had our talk. I got him to open up and expose his troubles. Once he did, I was able to offer what I thought was good advice on a difficult topic. I could do those things because I was still me, a sensitive and thoughtful man with deep empathy.
Later, when my father showed up with his blustering cruelty, I’d thrown my arm around Primis’ shoulders and openly defied my father for both of us. I stood my ground when my father tried to bully his way between us. I even laughed once he stormed off. Each of those moments was laced with Church’s influence. His brazenness helped me navigate each difficult situation and come out on top.
Over the last year, my husband and I shared an enormous amount of magic and by doing so, we shared a large part of ourselves. I gave him knowledge that he could use for cerebral pursuits like reading medical journals. In return, he gave me the brashness I needed to deal with my father without deepening the wound I carried from my difficult childhood.
Once again, I set my worries over the magic sharing aside. I stood up from drying Church’s legs and grabbed onto his shoulders. I pulled myself off my feet and wrapped my legs around his waist. I kissed his mouth and tasted his tongue. “I want to feel your magic later. After we have dinner and our brothers leave, I want to be alone with you. I want you to fill me with your power. I want to bathe in it.”
“I thought you were worried about oversharing.”
I kissed him again and lapped my tongue over his lips. “I love you. I committed to sharing my life with you. We never put limits on how much we’d share. How would we do that? Where would we draw the line? You have my time, my emotions, my love, and my deepest, most intimate thoughts. We have ten wonderful children together. We share friends and family and grandchildren. We share our heat, and our scent, and our pleasure. If we were to stop sharing, what part of myself would I build a cage around? What part of yourself would you wall off from me?
“Years ago, when we first discovered how your magic would allow us to see inside each other, you shared your pain with me. You showed me your self-loathing, and you agreed to let me help you with it. You gave me your heart, and you accepted mine. You have all of me and I have all of you.”
He put his index finger on the end of my nose. He traced around my lips and down my chin. He played in the hollow at the base of my throat and traced the cleft between my pectorals. He flattened his hand against my chest to feel my heartbeat. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I’ll give you anything you want, always.”
“Is that why you never refuse me for intimacy?”
His brow furrowed over my question. I explained why I asked it. “Earlier, I felt stressed from the episode with my father. I wanted some relief. As soon as Bem left, I took my clothes off and presented myself to you. I did it completely secure in the knowledge that you would engage with me. I knew you would blow me at least, and at most we would have a full session. In all the time we’ve been together, I don’t think you’ve ever said no to me. Why is that?”
“You’re my husband. I enjoy you. I like to give you pleasure. Even if I don’t get off, it makes me happy to make you feel good. Because of our link, I get to enjoy your pleasure almost as much as you do. It also makes me feel good that you want me. You make me feel desirable and sexy. I also feel super naughty when you surprise me with no clothes on.
“This last year when we were mostly alone on the estate, I would be walking from one place to another and boom, there you’d be in a hallway or a room I entered, naked and ready. My GOD that’s fucking hot. When I suck you off and then stop, it makes me super horny for later. I taste you on my tongue and know your cream is inside of me and all I can think about is when I get to have you again. You drive me wild. Why would I ever refuse you?”
I put my hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat like he felt mine. “I was right about what I told my brother earlier. You are the sweetest man I’ve ever known.”
“I’m sexy as fuck too!”
I laughed at his asinine joke. As I laughed, I felt Church’s joy. He always told me how much he loved my laugh. It made me feel good to bring him joy.
I got him to set me on my feet so I could brush my hair and get ready for dinner. He stood next to me to do the same. “Are we dressing up for dinner?”
“I told Primis not to bother. I said I doubted you would even wear a shirt.”
“That’s great. I won’t wear one. You shouldn’t either.”
I felt a twinge of self-consciousness over the idea of being bare-chested in front of our brothers. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled us together. “You worked hard for that body. Show it off. I don’t care if it’s just our brothers. They both like men, so let them look.”
I agreed…reluctantly. He celebrated my decision. “I knew I could convince you. And no hair product, and no deodorant either. When you fuck me again later, I only want to smell you.”
“Alright, Love. As for the other thing, the magic, we’ll still need to be careful around Ancil. I’m not worried about sharing all of me with you, but I don’t know that I want to be that intimate with him, or that he wants to be that intimate with us. I’m also not sure I want to share his foot fetish.”
“Why not? Do you think it’s weird?”
“It’s not weird, but it’s not a kink I’m interested in.”
He grinned and I knew something wise was coming. “It’s not like you to kink shame.”
“I would never. I just think we both have enough proclivities. We should still try to figure out what your magic does, even if we only do it for Ancil’s sake.”
He agreed as we moved to the next room. “I wouldn’t worry about it, Love. I don’t think the sharing could make you like something you weren’t interested in before.”
I agreed that was so.
He celebrated his logic as he selected clothes for the evening. He took a pair of very short rugby-style workout shorts from his suitcase and slipped them on with no underwear. “Dressed!”
I stared. Most of his body was on full display and I could see the outline of his cock through the thin fabric. I loved the view but he was too scantily clad for company. “That’s it?”
He reached in my suitcase, drew out a similar pair of shorts, and tossed them to me. “Come on, Love; show off with me. I bet Joe stares at you through the entire meal. Primis thinks he’s gay. Let’s prove it.”
I pulled the shorts on but still wasn’t convinced they were a good idea. Church approved, even if I didn’t. “Hot as fuck!”
I smiled at the praise. “Thanks, Love. I guess we’re ready.”
“Yup, dinnertime!”
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