Very soon they were moving together with wild abandon. Embraced as they kissed, they reveled in the feel and need of the other’s body.
Greg now pinned the youth’s hands over his head, holding them there. It seemed his need for force had suddenly returned. He plunged deep into the teen’s body powerfully. And Jonathan met with the man’s challenge, pushing onto him with a strength of his own. Their bodies mounted higher toward completion.
Jonathan soon pulled away from the man’s mouth, gasping for air. “Fuck me…” he whispered to him. “Come on… Fuck me, man.” It was as if Jonathan would dare him to do, whatever is was that he desired.
Greg pushed harder into the youth, causing him to arch his head back groaning aloud. He grinned wickedly, as he felt the first of Jonathan’s release deep inside. Watching him eagerly, he listened to the sounds of his climax, enjoying the feel of it as it happened. But it quickly faded, and he continued to drive his manhood into the youth.
Eagerly Jonathan arched toward him once more. He watched Greg’s face, as the man assaulted his body lovingly, over and again. And yet, he insisted on the light-handed force, he was giving. But this was nothing to Jonathan. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if the man was holding himself back. Perhaps he needed a little goading to help him along.
“You like this young ass?” Jonathan teased him now. “You like being in control of me? Holding me down, so I can’t be free of you? Fuckin’ me? You like it?”
“Yes, Babe… I love it… You’re such a turn on.” Greg breathed.
“Yeah? I turn you on?” the youth spoke on his breath with a wicked grin.
“Yeah, Babe… You do turn me on… badly.”
“You’ve wanted me all along, huh?”
“Yeah, Babe… I have.”
“All you had to do was bend me over and ream me.” Jonathan began to breathe heavily once more. “Come on, Doc… Take what you want… Do it… Fuck my young ass.”
“God, Jonathan…” The man leaned down nestling against the youth’s head and neck. His body was overcome by the simple words the youth had spoken.
Yes, he wanted to control him. If he had the chance, he would tie him from head to toe, leaving him completely defenseless, against his the fantasies he had seen in his mind. And, yes, he wanted to take what he wanted from him powerfully.
He moaned over and again moaning aloud as he spilled into the youth. His body trembled with the intensity of it. And it was all he could do to keep moving. If not for Jonathan taking control at the moment, he would only lie there trembling and jerking from this strong release.
“Yes, Greg… That’s it… Give it to me.” Jonathan whispered into the man’s ear. He continued to ride the man’s length arching high for Greg’s sake. Soon the man calmed and they slowed to a stop. Greg released the youth’s hands, as they lie kissing and caressing lightly.
“Now, you guys feel better?” Bruce asked, lying right next to them.
“I don’t know…” Jonathan teased. “I might need another go at it, just to be sure.”
The two men laughed. “You’re an animal.” Greg teased.
“No, I’m a wild thang.” Jonathan corrected him playfully. “You’re the animal. You just ain’t given into it, yet.” He smiled up at the man for a moment. But it faded, as he thought of the things he had not thanked him for. “Thanks, for all your gifts. I really appreciate ’em.” He stated sincerely.
“Your welcome. I guess I was just doin’ that, to substitute for what I really wanted from you. I didn’t know, Bruce was gonna let me have you too.” the man confessed.
“You know that I always share everything with you, Greg. And I could see you guys avoidin’ each other so bad. That’s why you two were at each other’s throats. You wanted each other, and the frustration was gettin’ to ya.
“From now on, you guys wanna screw around, go for it. I’m not gonna listen to you two bitch and fight, all the damn time.” Bruce was smiling as he spoke, but he meant every word he said. “And another thing, if you two wanna touch and pet, or whatever, just do it. Don’t let this happen again.”
“Okay, Bruce.” Greg rolled to the other side of Jonathan, getting comfortable.
“Jonathan, go shower. We gotta get the truck loaded up.” Bruce now ordered gently.
Jonathan moved without protest. His excitement rose at the idea of them leaving together in the truck. He had waited for those words now, for four weeks.
“So, you’re takin’ ‘im with ya?” Greg asked as a statement.
“You want me to leave ‘im with you, for a week or two?” Bruce asked. “He can’t stay here alone. And I don’t want you hangin’ round here, when I’m not here… until this thing is over with his Uncle.”
“It’s up to you. I could take ‘im to my apartment.” Greg offered. “He’s still got a fever, Bruce.”
The man sighed. He turned to Jonathan, who stood between the bed and the bathroom door listening. “I know you wanna go, Baby. But, he’s right. You still need another week or two, to be sure your not sick.”
Jonathan’s, little chin quivered, as his head dropped to his chest. He turned to the bathroom, going in, closing the door slowly.
“Damn, Bruce… I hate to break his little heart like this. But what should we do? What if you get out west and he renews?” Greg asked.
“I agree… He’ll just have to buck up this time.” The man stated solemnly.
Jonathan rode in Greg’s car to the man’s apartment. He was silent, feeling his very heart had been ripped out of him, when Bruce left without him.
Slowly, he helped Greg unload their clothes and stuff into the place he’d be living, for at least the next two weeks. As he made it inside, he stood not knowing where to go.
Greg had a good size apartment, which he had enjoyed for the last several years. The front door opened, bringing one right into the living room. There was a sofa in the center of the large room. Two end tables, each had lamps on them at either end of the sofa. It faced the wall, to the left. In front of the sofa, was a wooden coffee table.
There were two recliners, sitting at an angle, on each end of the coffee table, facing the television. The television was against the right wall.
There was a large Oriental rug, on the richly polished wooden floor, from the front of the sofa and two recliners, to the front of the entertainment cabinet, that housed the television, VCR and videotapes of all kinds.
A large bookcase divided the living room from the dinning area. It was arranged with old books, vases with plants, and nice things to dress it up a bit.
In the dining room, a roundtable with four chairs under it stood, in the center. It led into the kitchen, which had an island in the center. This is where the stovetop was. On the side of it was a veggie sink, chopping counter, and knife rack.
There was plenty of counter space and two large sinks against the wall, along with the oven and dishwasher. The back door was to the right as one entered the kitchen.
The staircase leading upstairs, was directly in front of the front door. Under the staircase were a half bath, and the laundry closet.
Upstairs and to the left, was the bathroom and bedroom. The bathroom was to the right. The bedroom was adjacent to it.