A gay story: Did I Make The Cut? Ch. 04 The Naked Llama is back for the fourth installment of this story. I want to say thank you to everyone who took the time to read the first three chapters, to everyone who voted, to everyone who left their comments and suggestions, and most importantly to the readers who inspires me to continue. I really like it when you guys let me know what your thoughts and reactions are every time a new chapter has been submitted, that’s why I would like to encourage my beloved readers to leave more comments and send more feedbacks.
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“Your dad said I can start working next Monday.” Levi said with a smile as bright as his younger brother’s. They don’t look exactly the same, but you can still identify and distinguish their similarities and would be able to tell that they are siblings. Levi has the same light brown hair and bushy eyebrows, and his eyes are a lighter shade of blue. His nose is busted though, and he has a two inch scar across his left cheek. He got those from the bar fights that he got involved in each time he drinks too much. Every time Levi gets too much alcohol in his system he turns into a totally different person, a very crazy one. But that is all in the past now and he is no more an alcoholic. Lancelot and Lauren, the youngest of the three, sent Levi to a rehab last year and got sober ever since.
“Wow! That’s great news Levi. I’m really happy for you.” My step dad co-owns an auto shop and he needed a replacement for one of their workers that had to resign and move to another state because of a sick family member. James asked Levi earlier today if he would be interested in working for him as a car mechanic and the pure delight and excitement from the good news Levi had just received were written all over his face.
“I’m truly grateful that he had given me this opportunity. I really want to fix my life and this job is exactly what I need to start some progress in doing that.”
“Being able to resist a few drinks from the free bar sounds a positive progress to me.” I told him and he was laughing when I said it.
“Well I get tempted sometimes but I’m doing this for my family. I’m the eldest and with mom and dad gone, I’m supposed to be the one looking after them and not the other way around. Lauren already has two kids and Lancelot is a married man now, he can’t take care of me anymore, he has to take care of you now. So, I guess it’s time let go of my bad drinking habits and get my life straight.”
I pulled Levi into a hug. “We’ll always be here for you. Always remember that.” I smiled as I felt his arms tighten around me, the warmth of his body close to mine. It felt good, not in a sexual and perverted way, it was actually more like hugging a family member. It’s the pleasant, comfy feelings and security you get from just being close to the people you love. Levi is the older brother I never had and I really care for him as much as my husband does.
“Are you hitting on my spouse?”Lancelot asked his brother.
“What would you do then if I was really flirting with Niclas?”Both of his arms were still wrapped around me and he had no intention of letting me go. They always do this. Levi would joke around and pretend he is hitting on me to make his brother jealous while Lancelot would act like a possessive and controlling prick. Nothing serious, this is all for the sake of having fun.
Lancelot raised an eye brow and looked up to the night sky, pretending that he was really thinking of what would his possible actions be if Levi was telling the truth. “Oh that’s easy, I’ll get rid of you and put you back to rehab. Sober or not.”He threatened.
Suddenly Levi took a step back and I was pushed towards Lancelot, my husband catching me in his arms. He pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket and waved it in the air.
“I surrender! He’s all yours, just don’t make me go back there!” We can’t stop ourselves from laughing so hard with what Levi had just said. He knows that place helped him a lot, but he would never dream of going back there for a second time around.
“But I thought you met someone there.” I asked.
“She’s just a flavor of the month. I might not be drinking anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let go of my playboy image.”He gave me a very seductive smile and winked at me. “I’m no Lancelot.”
“You’re twisted.”My husband rolled his eyes at him.
“But seriously, I’d love to have what you have right now Lance, and no, I don’t mean Niclas. What I meant is I want to find a special person, who can be able to make me settle down, whose face would be the last one I’d see before I go to sleep at night and the first one I’d see when I wake up in the morning.” My brother-in-law is secretly a hopeless romantic. How cute.
“Are there any candidates?”
“Every single and available girl out there.”He said with a smirk. “And maybe that cute guy over there.” We all turned our heads towards the direction where Levi’s finger was pointing at, curious to see who caught his attention. A guy wearing an expensive Dolce and Gabbana suit and a pair of Tom Ford shoes was seating by the bar all by himself, a glass of vodka in one hand.
“Frankie?” Lancelot and I said in disbelief. My brother-in-law is interested in my step brother.
“And since when have you been into guys Levi?” Lancelot asked.
“Since the moment I saw him. He’s cute.”Levi commented.
“That’s Niclas’ step brother. I thought you want to fix your life and find someone special to marry? Bro, I’m warning you, that guy is trouble.”
“A challenge. I like challenges.”
“I don’t think you’d be able to tame his wild ways. He’s a pain in the ass.” I added. Frankie had changed a lot, but he’s still the same person who sucked at relationships. No pun intended. None of his past relationships lasted for over a year because he gets easily bored with them. He would jump over from one hot guy to another and leave them all with their hearts broken. He’s definitely not the marrying type.
“Really? I have a bigger pain in the ass.” Levi looked at me and grabbed his crotch. “It’s right here and I know exactly how to make him beg for it.”
“Levi, let’s not go there okay?”
Levi didn’t say a word as he left the two of us and went towards the bar to introduce himself to Frankie. This is actually going to be interesting, but for the most part I knew this is going to be a big fucking mess.
“Don’t say we didn’t warn you!” I shouted but he didn’t seem to care. He’s a man on a mission.
“He can handle himself baby.”Lancelot said. He has seen the worry in my eyes. Levi is important to me, not only because he is my husband’s brother, but because if it hadn’t for him, Lancelot would never be back in my life. Jessica made the first move to bring us closer, but it was Levi who was responsible for bringing us together. Without his intervention, I wouldn’t be married to this wonderful guy beside me.
Speaking of the wedding, it was great. It was all I ever wanted and much, much more. My stepfather was the one who walked me down the aisle. Levi stood beside Lancelot as his best man and of course, Jessica was the maid of honor. Lancelot’s family and my family were there to show us their love and support for the two of us. Charlotte and Saint were stunning on their outfits as always, almost stealing all the attention from us. Christian and Adriano were also there. They look perfect together and I was so happy when I found out they got engaged last month. All of our close friends and some of the people we know from the fashion industry came to witness our union. This is the happiest day of my life.
Tears welled up in my eyes when we got to the point where we had to say our vows to each other. I never thought I’d find true love, but the gold band on my finger proved me wrong.
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An hour and a half had passed and the blank pieces of paper that covered my desk still remained as the blank pieces of paper that they are. A few crumple ones were lying on the floor so I bent down to pick it all up and decided to be a big help to the environment by recycling them for later use instead of just throwing them away. I’m eco-friendly.
Then I was startled when out of nowhere Jessica appeared beside my desk. She was wearing the same pair of jeans that she wore the other day, following her very disgusting fashion rule, “if they’re clean, leave them lying, if they’re brown, wash it down”. I wanted to comment on that but I got a little annoyed because of her attempt to give me a fucking heart attack.
“What are you doing in here?”She asked.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? In case you didn’t know, there’s this polite thing that you should do before going inside someone else’s room, and it’s called knocking.”I said sarcastically.
“Well the door’s open, and this is our house-”
“I know that I’m over staying. I suggested a lot of times that I should start looking for my own place.”I snapped back at her. It’s not that I’m not welcome here, it’s just that I don’t like that they had been stalling me from moving out because they think it’s their responsibility to look after me. I know they were just being the ever caring and reliable friends that they are but for crying out loud, they didn’t have to babysit a twenty-four year old gay guy.
“We’ve already talked about this honey, Michael and I think it’s best if you stay here with us for a while.”She said with a sigh. “C’mon, we’re heading out to watch a movie, come join us. It would be fun.”
I declined because I still have tons of work to do. You should know by now that Jessica is the type of person who wouldn’t take no for an answer but she let me be this time. She gave me a hug before she left the house with her husband to meet up with Christian and Adriano. I was really busy with my new job these past weeks and I had no time to have a little fun for myself and go out with my friends. I miss hanging out with all of them. I miss Lancelot.
He still doesn’t want to talk to me and I’m missing him so badly. I still haven’t found a way to reach him and the only person I know that could help me had stopped talking to me, probably Lancelot found out and he made Levi stop communicating with me.
We only went out for one dinner but the connection and attraction were undeniably present between us. I can’t seem to get his handsome face and his beautiful smile out of my mind and I knew that in a short span of time that I had fallen in love with the guy. It may sound impossible and others might think that it’s not true, but my heart and my mind (and my cock too) are in unison that these feelings are more than an infatuation. I just wish I could be able to ask for his forgiveness and start all over again, make it right the second time. Speaking of starting all over again and doing something for the second time…
I looked up at the wall clock to see another fifteen minutes had gone to waste and I still hadn’t accomplished anything. I tossed the pencil over my table and I started to get frustrated that I can’t come up with new and fresh ideas for the designs I was supposed to illustrate. There are two reasons why I can’t do it. First, I am not inspired. I’ve met a lot of young designers who boast that they don’t need an inspiration when they are working on a project because they are good. That’s bullshit. For a designer, or any artist, inspiration is the key to a successful creation. An iconic individual, an exotic country or a 1980’s film. Anything could be a source of one’s inspiration, but right now I simply have none of that. I tried browsing through different magazines, but there was nothing. I tried looking for a single picture that can inspire me from my travel and art books, and it turned out the same with the fashion magazines. I tried surfing the internet, but I ended up watching porn. Mike Roberts is fucking hot.
The second reason why I can’t finish this task is because I wasn’t in the mood to be in my usual creative and innovative self tonight. I’m tired, stressed and have a bad case of designer block. I had no other choice but to force myself to do new designs because the launch of the new men’s wear line under Saint’s name is in four months. All I have got is four months to create forty different looks. It’s a good thing I’ve got lots of other designers and skilled tailors to help me or else I’m fucked up.
I was already done with this process two months ago when earlier this week Saint called me in his office to tell me that he wanted everything changed. I had to start all over because he said he wasn’t impressed with the designs, that it didn’t wow him. He also added that it was too simple and boring for his taste, and that something was missing. I know what’s missing. His blood, all over my illustrations. (Enter violent thoughts here.)
I snapped back to reality and I reminded myself that I work in the fashion industry and situations like these were normal.
What pissed me off the most was the fact that we had already started working on the collection using the original designs we’ve made. Necessary materials and fabrics had been purchased already. What a waste of time and money. Well, it’s his money anyway.
The ringing of the door bell broke me from my thoughts. I went out of room, wondering who the person on the other side of the door could be. It’s definitely not Jessica and Michael, they have keys with them. I turned the knob to open the front door and was surprised to see Lancelot standing there.
“Hey…It’s you.”To say that I was shocked to see him was absolutely an understatement. I wasn’t sure what to say, or what to do. I looked up and saw sadness and longing in his eyes. The spark that was usually there was gone. The look in his face was purely heartbreaking, and it really hurts because I knew it was my entire fault.
“Niclas. Can we… Uhm, I need to talk to you.”
“Sure. Yeah, come inside.” I let him into the house and led him to the living room. I tried to offer him anything to drink but he refused.
“Come sit beside me. Please.” He patted the empty space beside him and I sat next to him. An awkward and uncomfortable silence followed after.
“How are you?” I asked, trying to break the tension.
“I’m not okay.” He said without looking at me.
“I can see that.” Lancelot definitely lost some weight. It’s evident that he had not been eating properly and he hadn’t been taking good care of himself. I’m not sure where this is going to, but I’m hoping that after this I’d be able to hold him in my arms, whisper words of love in his ear, and take care of him.
“You don’t look good yourself.”He commented.
“I’m just tired. I work for Saint now.”
“That sounds good.” He was still not looking at me. “My agency wants to send me to Milan.”
Being able to model in one of the fashion capitals of the world is a rare opportunity to come by. We both know that this is big, that this break would be good for his career as a male model. Having an international career is every model’s goal and not all models have the chance to work in Milan, Italy.
“So, you’re here to say goodbye?” I still asked even though I fear so much of his answer. I didn’t want him to go. I want him here, with me.
“I haven’t decided yet. I want to. But, I don’t think I can.”
“What’s stopping you?”I asked.
He didn’t answer this time and he was suddenly silent again. I could see in his expressions that he was thinking.
“Lancelot.”
“I talked to my brother today. I had no plans of telling you this, but he convinced me. He sent me here, he said I should tell you.”
I waited for him to continue.
“That it has always been you.”Lancelot whispered.
“What?” I didn’t hear what he said.
“I said it has always been you.”He repeated.
“I was always been what?”
He took a deep breath before responding to my question. “I’m in love with you, ever since we were in high school. I knew I was already gay back then, and I find you really, really attractive and interesting. But I didn’t have the courage to ask you out…”
“Because you weren’t out to anyone.”
“Yes, nobody knew except Lauren.”
I didn’t know how to react. I can’t believe that Lancelot Martin Simpson is in love with me. My heart was racing and my palms were starting to sweat. I was getting nervous but I definitely want to hear the rest of his revelations. He took my hand in his as he talked. “I tried to ignore my feelings for you at first, trying to tell myself that I’m only fascinated with the way you dress, that I’m only one of the many people who were impressed with your good taste in fashion.”
I can’t help but blush with what he said. He noticed it and for the first time this evening he smiled at me. Although the brightness his smile possessed was still not there, the fact that he was starting to smile again is a good sign.
“I tried dating other people, but every time I looked at their faces, it was yours I always see. My heart beats frenziedly when I see you. You have no idea how many times I got envy of Jessica because she always spends time with you.” He paused for a while and continued. “Do you want to know when I truly realized that I’m deeply in love with you?”
“When?”
“Senior prom.”He said.
Proms. Oh how I hate those. The only reason I went to those kinds of events that were primarily only for heterosexual couples to enjoy was because I can dress up.
“What about it?” I was curious and still can’t fucking believe that this is actually happening.
“I was on the dance floor, with some red-headed chick whose name I can’t remember anymore. I was dancing with her, but the whole time I was looking at you. You were all by yourself, watching all the couples on the floor. To others you seemed simply just bored, but when I looked closer I saw the sadness in your eyes. You didn’t have a date, nobody was talking to you and no one was asking you for a dance. I didn’t want seeing you like that. It broke my heart seeing you sad. From that moment on I promised to myself that I’d always make you smile.”
He was telling the truth. I remember that it was a week after our senior prom when all of a sudden Lancelot, the basketball jock who rarely talked to me even though we had few friends in common, started greeting me and flashing his breathtaking smile at me every time we see each other at school. He wanted to make me happy, and I have to admit that that simple gesture of his made my remaining days in school complete.
“I decided that after the day of our graduation that I’d talk to you and confess my feelings for you, but when I came by to your house the next day, your mother told me that you had already left for New York. I hated myself for not being able to tell you the truth. I was afraid that I would never see you again, that I had lost you forever. But that fateful day happened.” I knew what he was talking about. It was the day that we had model go-sees at work. The same day that brought Christian and Adriano together.
“When I saw you again after not seeing you for six years, everything that I used to feel for you, that I thought were already gone, came rushing back. I told myself that I will do everything to have you, to make you mine.” He tightened his grip on my hand and I looked at him, holding his gaze.
“That’s why you’re here.”I said. It was more of a statement than a question.
I want him to still want me. I’m never going to let him go and I have decided that I will fight for this. I have been fucking blind all this time. I’ve been searching for years, have been looking for that special someone and had been hurt many times because I searched at the wrong places. It was Lancelot all along. He’s the one for me.
“Yes.”His voice trailed away as I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him towards me, closing the distance between us. I pressed my lips over Lancelot’s and I kissed him tenderly. A soft moan escaped from his lips as he wrapped his arms around me, one arm caressing my hair and the other was around my waist. I pushed my tongue inside his mouth and he allowed me in, opening his mouth for me to explore. Our tongues intertwined, swirling and dancing as Lancelot and I kissed passionately. Our kisses rapidly escalated from slow and gentle kisses to opened mouthed and very sensual ones. I slowly pulled away to breathe some air, giggling a little as Lancelot tried to follow, not wanting to end the kiss.
He was still holding me as he leaned back and gazed at me. His lips were red and kiss-bruised and I could clearly see in his eyes that the misery and sorrow he had a few minutes ago have been replaced by love and desire. He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back at him as I notice the smile that I fell in love with was back.
“So… does this mean?”
“Yes” He wasn’t finished yet but I knew exactly what he wanted to ask. “I’m yours.”
He leaned forward and captured my lips for another kiss. “I love you Niclas. Love you so much.” A stifled yawn was my reply and he laughed. “I should go. It’s getting late and you need to sleep.”
“No.”I protested. “Please stay. Jess and Michael wouldn’t mind.”
“Okay.” That was easy.
I stood up, pulled him to his feet and led him to the spare bedroom, the one that I’ve been sleeping in for the past months. I opened the door and led him inside. He looked around and I had to apologize for the clutter that surrounded the entire bedroom.
“No, it’s okay. You should have seen the apartment Levi and I are living in. It’s worse than this.” Part of me wanted to believe that he’s just saying that to make me feel better, but they’re two grown-up men living in one roof, there’s no doubt he’s not telling a lie.
He pulled me closer to him as soon as the door was closed behind us. I shuddered when he bent down to kiss me as we started to undress one another. The kiss was long and deep and filled with tongues, nibbling and tasting each other’s lips and mouth. I tugged at the hem of Lancelot’s shirt, very eager to get it out of the way. I pulled his shirt over his head and went to kiss his neck. It felt fucking fantastic to have him this close to me. The feel of his muscular torso and arms underneath my hands, his smell, and the way he looks at me with such burning passion makes me feel so hot and horny. I kissed, sucked and nibbled his neck before raising his other arm to smell and lick his bushy armpits. I have a fetish for hairy armpits, it’s so manly.
“Oh.. Niclas…” Lancelot was quietly watching me pleasure him, silent moans and whimpers were coming from him every now and then. His hand went down to fondle and stroke my hard dick while I ran my hands over his chest. He cried out when I sucked and licked his nipple into my mouth. He continued stroking my erection as I moved to the other nipple.
“You’re so hot and hard in my hands baby.” Lancelot whispered on a groan.
I grabbed rubbed the enormous bulge in his crotch and looked at him. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”
“Are you just going to stand there all night? Do something about it babe.” He said with a naughty grin.
I bent down to my knees to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. I pulled down his boxer shorts and the most magnificent cock I have ever seen in my life let loose and slapped onto my lips. It’s a cut, nine inches long and a very fat dick. And it’s all for me.
Its red and swollen head was already pointed directly to my lips, begging for me to take it in my mouth. I spit on my palms and wrapped my hands around it. My hands, both slick with my saliva, elicited a groan from Lancelot.
“Suck it Nic. Put in your mouth.”
I licked his shaft up and down before taking its head into my mouth. Lancelot moaned loudly as I sucked and licked my tongue all over his cock’s head. I made sure that I also teased its hole with the tip of my tongue, tasting his pre-cum that had been leaking copiously. I slowly slid my mouth down, taking it inch by inch. His cock was so big I can’t take it all yet, so I settled with what I can take for now and wrapped my hand around the remaining few inches. I started to bob my head up and down as I suck his huge meat.
“Oh yeah, that’s it Nic. Suck it… Oh, yeah, make me come in your mouth.”
What my Lancelot wants, my Lancelot gets. One nice sloppy blowjob coming up.
I continued to suck him firmly as I play with his balls and tug on his pubic hair. I stroked my hands on his shaft tightly for additional sensations. He moved his hand to the sides of my face and I instantly knew what he wanted to do. He wants to fuck my face.
I stopped the bobbing of my head and he took it as a signal to start thrusting into my mouth. He jerked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper. His grip on my hair was so tight and I tried my best not to gag as he forced more of his cock in me. His furry balls were slapping on my chin as he fucks my mouth forcefully and I gripped his tights for balance. He was groaning out loud and has been grunting loudly and I knew he’s getting closer to climax. I grabbed my boxers and pushed them down and stroked my own erection as he continued to push in and out of my mouth. It didn’t take that much and after a few strokes I was shooting my load, some of it landed on his feet. Lancelot came afterwards and started to fill my mouth with lots of his cum. I swallowed it all and I was quickly addicted to its sweet taste. He was trembling and his knees weak because of his orgasm and I had to stand up to stop him from falling down.
“Oh baby… Aw, fuck… I love you.” He peppered my face with light and sweet kisses as he held on to me tightly.
“I love you too, Lancelot.”
He hugged me and he fell silent for awhile. That’s when I realize that something hard was poking on my legs. Oh. My. God.
“You’re hard again?” I asked
“I’m still hard.” He corrected. “I can last all night long.” He said with a wink.
I reached down to stroke his still very erect dick. “Good. I want you in me.” My ass is dying to get fucked by a cock like his.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, make love to me Lancelot.” He smiled at me and pushed me down the bed.
“Do you have lube and condoms?”
“Drawer, bedside table.”I answered. He opened the drawer and smiled. I was about to ask the reason of his stupid smirk when he pulled out my silicon dildo.
“Someone has been pleasuring himself.” Lancelot teased.
“Give me that!”I grabbed the dildo from his hand. I know almost every gay guy out there usually have toys like this but having Lancelot discover that I have a dildo in my drawer is embarrassing.
“Would you rather have that than…this?” he said as he stroked his cock. I reached for his cock and stroked it as well.
“I want this.”I said. He smiled at me and pulled out the bottle of lubricant and condoms. I noticed that he took more than three, and I remembered that he said he said he could last all night. Fuck! What have I gotten myself into? This guy is surely going to make me sore and if that happens, seating down will be a problem tomorrow.
He straddled my hips and pressed his lips onto mine. His kisses were enough to make me hard once again. He licked and sucked the base of my neck afterwards, nibbling slowly towards my right nipple. As his lips sealed around my nipple I felt his hand slid between my thighs, and found my tight hole. He poked and teased its entrance, only rubbing his finger over it at first. Then he took the bottle that was lying next to me and poured lube onto his fingers. Lancelot kissed my other nipple this time and as he was doing this I felt that his hand was back between my legs, a slippery finger touching my hole. I moaned as the finger pushed into me and heard him groan as he slowly fingered my ass.
“Fucking tight baby… can’t wait to put my dick inside this sexy hot ass of yours…”
It’s been a while since the last time someone had been in me. I really missed the sensation of another person’s finger sliding in and out of me and I also can’t wait to have his dick pound into me.
“Oh yeah Lancelot… you like my tight ass? Fuck yeah Lance, finger me… ”
I felt Lancelot pull out his finger and before I can protest he slowly pushed in two fingers, adding a second one to stretch me more. I screamed as his fingers brushed my prostate, making my dick pulsate and release more pre-cum. His fingers slid back and forth, twisting and turning, preparing me for his cock. I moaned softly as he wrapped his other hand around my shaft and gently stroked my cock. He tugged the hair around it and fondled my balls.
Lancelot applied more lube on his fingers and pushed in three fingers inside me. I was already thrashing and writhing beneath Lancelot. I can’t wait any longer, I need him inside me now.
“Oh, Lancelot… Please…I can’t…Oh I can’t take it anymore…”
“What do you want baby? Tell me what you want and I’ll do it”
“Fuck me Lancelot! Fuck me now… I want your huge cock in me…”
Lancelot opened the wrapper then removed the rolled condom out of it. I watched him as he put the latex on the head of his dick and rolled it down, covering his shaft. He took the lube once more, pouring a hefty amount of lube on his hand then spreading it onto his fat dick.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded.
He raised my left leg, placing my foot over his shoulder, his hand on my thigh. He lined up his cock with my hole and pushed it in, making me gasp as he buried it all the way, not waiting for me to adjust.
“Fuck! So fucking…tight…” Lancelot groaned. I could feel his large balls and his hairy bush against my ass.
He kissed my lips before asking me if I was okay. I rolled my eyes before answering his question. “It has been a while since a real cock was up my ass. Your cock is definitely longer and fatter than my dildo and my ex-boyfriend’s cock, and then you shoved it into me all the way without waiting for me to adjust. And you’re asking me if I was okay?”
Lancelot laughed at me. “So you’re complaining? Do you want me to pull out?” I felt Lancelot slowly move back, attempting to pull his cock out.
“NO! What the hell were you thinking Mr. Simpson?!” I grabbed his arm and tightened my grip over it to prevent him from moving away. I really like and appreciate that we weren’t just fucking, that we were also talking and joking around.
“Oh, so you want me to do this?” He slid his dick back in, once again hitting that magic button inside of me.
“Yeah! Do it again Lancelot!” I moaned.
“What? This?” He repeated the motion again, his head rubbing against my prostate every time.
I whimpered as Lancelot slid out and pushed back in repeatedly, my hard dick already throbbing and leaking. He took my legs and he put them around his waist as he started moving in and out faster. Lancelot leaned down towards me and I reached up to kiss him and wrap my arms around his sweat covered body.
“Lancelot…Lancelot…Lancelot…oh yeah drill my ass, fuck me…” I’m noisy when I have sex, so aside from chanting his name over and over again, I was moaning and speaking many incoherent and jumbled sentences telling him he felt so good and telling him not to stop. Lancelot wasn’t very quiet either. He was cussing and cursing and making many different sexy sounds. I’m so glad Jessica and her husband was not around.
“I’m getting close Nic…”
I met his thrusts as it got harder and faster, rubbing my prostate with his dick over and over. Loud moans and whimpers from our lips, the squeaking of the bed under our naked bodies, the slapping of his pistoning hips against me were the sounds that can be heard around us. He stroked my dick violently and that made me cum.
“Lancelot!” I cried out his name and gasped as I reached my climax. My body was shaking and trembling as spurts of cum splashed and covered my belly and my chest. I heard Lancelot grunted as my ass milked his cock and he slammed into me one more time before releasing his sperm in the condom.
“Wonderful…simply wonderful.” Lancelot said with a sigh after kissing me for the…I can’t remember how many times already. He slumped next to me and pulled me closer to his body. I’m a cuddle whore, and I’m happy that he seemed to like cuddling after having sex too.
“Thank you Lancelot.”
“No baby, thank you.” He said before kissing me on the forehead. I smiled at him and stifled a yawn.
“Sleep now Niclas.”
“I’m not yet sleepy. I’m just tired…”
“Exactly. I’m tired too, so let’s sleep.”
“But you said you’re going to make love to me all night long.”I reached down and grabbed his cock. Yep. Still hard.
“I didn’t say that.” He chuckled.
“Yes, you did.” Another yawn.
“I’m not into passive partners babe, I don’t want you passing out on me. We have tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, then the day after that and so on. We have all the time in the world now.”
“Promise?” I mumbled.
“Promise baby. I love you so much.”
That was the last thing I heard before falling asleep in his arms.
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I was running my hands all over Lancelot’s chest and abs, my head lying on his shoulder. It was obvious that he hadn’t been sleeping well the past months and looking at him now while still asleep, he seemed at peace and contented. I looked down towards his crotch and brushed my hand against his flaccid cock, remembering the past night we shared together. I was tempted to wake him up with a blowjob but I immediately pushed the thought out of my mind after I realized that Jessica and Michael are probably awake by now. I haven’t heard their car pull on the driveway last night so I have no idea what time they got home. Remnants of dry cum were evident on my stomach and it was starting to itch. I was planning to get up and use the bathroom to clean up when I noticed movement by the bedroom door. The painful sound of Jessica’s scream startled me and waked Lancelot.
“What is he doing here?!” I immediately pulled the covers up while Lancelot grabbed the pillow to cover his naked form.
“Uh… Good morning Jess.” Jessica’s eyes roamed around the room. Her eyes went to the pile of clothes on the floor, to the bottle of lube and condom wrappers on the bedside table then back to our undressed bodies.
“And you’re both naked!”
Michael heard Jessica screaming and came bursting into the bedroom to check her wife out. “Jess, honey, what’s wro-AAHH!” He too was surprised at the sight of two naked gay men inside his house.
“Good morning Michael.” My cheeks were already turning pink from all the embarrassment that is happening to us while Lancelot remained quiet next to me.
“Look Jess, we’re sorry. Lance came to talk to me last night and…” I wasn’t finished talking yet when Jessica interrupted me.
“No, don’t apologize! It’s okay. Wait it’s more than okay! You know what this means honey?!” she said while shaking Michael. “I get to have my old best friend back!”
She was already jumping up and down for joy like a kid on a Christmas morning.
“It’s fine Nic. You can have lots of sex here in the house. Just put a sock on the doorknob or something so we know when we shouldn’t disturb you. Condoms? Do you need more condoms? Michael give them condoms!” I prayed that someone would kill me and put me out of my misery.
“Did they…?” Michael asked his wife.
“Duh. Isn’t it obvious?” Jessica rolled her eyes at him but Michael didn’t see that because he noticed something lying on the floor. He walked a few steps towards our bed and bent down to reach whatever it was that he saw before looking back to Jessica.
“What’s this?” Michael asked as he raised his arm, my silicon dildo in his hand. This day just couldn’t get worse than this.
Jessica gasped, Lancelot made a chuckling sound and I groaned out loud and covered my face with both of my hands.
“Put that down you dork. That’s a dildo!” Jessica shouted. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen one yet?”
“I haven’t.” Michael confessed. “So this is what it looks like. Can we have one dear?” He asked as if he was asking his wife if they can have a dog. This is unbelievable.
Lancelot was already laughing hard and Jessica was so shocked by his husband’s words. “You want to try one?” Jessica asked.
“Yeah. I’m going to use it on you of course.”
Before Jessica could react I interrupted their conversation because I just can’t take it anymore.
“Let’s stop right there guys. That’s too much. I have no interest in finding out ways of how you guys are going to keep your sex life more exciting and interesting. Again, Jess and Michael, I’m sorry about this and I promise this will never happen again.”
“What? But you made me promise that we are going to do this again.” Lancelot said.
“That’s not what I meant!” I playfully punched his shoulder. “What I mean is we wouldn’t be doing this in your house again. I think it’s time for me to find my own place.”
“You don’t have to. Move in with me baby.” Lancelot suggested.
“Okay. Before you discuss that, why don’t you guys get something more…uhm…appropriate to cover yourselves? I think I’ve seen too much.” Michael said before pulling her wife out of the room.
“That was crazy.” Lancelot grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me.
“Good morning, lover.” I said.
“Privacy at last.” He sighed. “How’s your sleep?”
“Great. How about you?”
“Sleeping with you in my arms is the best thing ever.”
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I don’t hate Monday mornings, it’s just not my favorite time of the week. There’s something about it that makes me lazy and not want to get up early for work. Or maybe I’m just using that as an excuse for not wanting to leave the bed. Who would want to leave the bed when you have a very naked, gorgeous, six feet four inches male model with a body to die for sleeping beside you?
I was with Lancelot the whole weekend. Saturday night we went out to dinner and met up with Christian and his hot Brazilian boyfriend Adriano for a few drinks after. We went straight to his apartment and since his brother was staying with their sister Lauren, the place was all ours. I had a feeling that Lancelot planned and talked to his brother to go to their sister’s house for the weekend so we can have the apartment on our own and have sex all night. He wasn’t lying when he said he can last all night long, I was limp and sore when we went to sleep a few minutes before the sun rises.
Lancelot and I woke up very late the following day and he cooked for me. Nothing special, just one of those healthy dishes models like him usually eat for lunch. He’s actually an excellent cook, and very sexy as he moved around the kitchen wearing only a thin white apron and nothing else. He tastes good too.
He had to leave for a few hours and he said that he will be back before evening. This gave me free time and an opportunity to finish my sketches. I started doing it last Saturday morning while Jessica was bugging me for “details”. Haven’t she seen enough?
I took a very deep breath before going inside Saint’s office. Saint was there talking to one of our resident designers, Monique, who was wearing a purple dress and black pumps. Saint was on his usual tight clothing, animal printed skinny jeans, a solid blue shirt with ruffled bib detail, a black and white scarf and a studded black leather jacket. Lizzie and Emman were also inside. They were all waiting for me inside because today I’m going to show him my new designs inspired by the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland. I planned to create interesting, edgy and quirky hats that will match with every look that will walk the runway for our launching. I used dark hues for the jackets, vests and trousers and lighter ones for the shirts. I have a clear vision on my mind of how I want the male models to be styled for the fashion show.
“Is that what I think it is?” Saint asked, pointing to the concept board in my hands. Concept boards are used by designers when they begin to work on a collection, primarily used to show ideas to the management team. On my concept board were few of my new sketches, collage of colors and fabric swatches, and different photos of the Mad Hatter to support my chosen theme.
“Yes.” I breathed.
Saint and the others looked and scanned the new sketches for the fashion show. I was very nervous as I sat at one of the couches while I was trying to translate every frown, every nod of their heads and every pout of their lips. Usually designers talk and present the concept themselves, but that’s not how Saint works. He wants the sketches to speak for its self, with no influence or any word coming from the designer. They would occasionally whisper at each other, pointing their fingers at certain details of the design and silently discussing. After a few more minutes, Saint raised his head and looked at me.
“So…What do you think? Did you like it?” I asked.
“No.” He said. “I love it!” He said with a very big smile on my face. For a moment there I thought I was about to lose my insanity.
“Congratulations Niclas.”Monique added. “This is so much better than your first ideas.”
“The colors, the shapes, the details. Everything is just superb! Fabulous! And the hats! Ooh the hats are very fashion forward! This is exactly why I hired you Niclas. Well done!”
I left his office with a very satisfied and proud grin plastered on my face. My dream of being the next big thing in the fashion industry and get my designs to get featured in fashion blogs and magazines is about to come true in a few months. The exposure I’m going to receive and the things I will learn while working for Saint is going to help me achieve my goal to be one of the world’s greatest designers.
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“Guess what.” I was speaking to Lancelot over the phone during my thirty minute lunch break.
“What?” Lancelot asked.
“Saint loved my designs!”
“Great! I knew my baby could do it. You’re so talented. Let’s celebrate when you get home.”
“Home?”
“Aren’t you going to spend the night with me tonight?”
“Levi’s already there.”
“So what? We’ll be quiet.” Lancelot chuckled.
“I don’t know Lance… I think we should talk to Levi first about me being around more often and your plan about me moving in with you.”
“Okay. If that’s what you want. But I assure you he’ll be fine with it.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too babe. I have to go now. I’m on my way to meet up with my agency to tell them I’d have to turn down their offer to work overseas. I’ll see you later okay? I’ll pick you up after work and go out and eat somewhere instead if that’s sounds better for you.” Thank God he is staying here. It sounds selfish but I just got him back. I’m not willing to let him go and leave me even if it’s for his job.
“Okay Lancelot. See you later.”
“Bye.”
I smiled as I thought of how almost everything in my life was starting to go very well. I have a wonderful career as a creative director working for Saint. I have good people surrounding me and most importantly, I have Lancelot. I simply couldn’t ask for more.
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“We’ve got few months left before the launch. We’re all going to be so busy.” Lizzie said while helping me finish setting up the style board in the design room.
“Everybody’s going to be stressed and hysterical the next four months.” I said with a laugh.
“You’re so right about that you know. Everyone outside the fashion industry thinks that we’re all glitz and glamour, that we’re all about looking good and fashionable all the time. They have clearly no idea that this is one of the most stressful jobs in the entire world.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Lizzie wasn’t kidding. Preparing a collection and a fashion show is nerve-racking and traumatic at times. It will push you to your limits, it will drain you and if you’re unfortunate, it will give you cancer. Uh…ulcer, I mean ulcer.
Not only it is stressful but it can get so expensive. It needs a lot of money to be able to present a collection to the buyers and the press. Fabrics, labors, specially made accessories are the typical expenses for the preparation of a collection. Fashion shows costs a lot, its expenses include models, lighting, the catwalk and set design, rental of the facility, hairstylist and make-up artists plus their assistants, music and sound system. For major collections and launches like this, invitations are sent to journalist, as well as to the designer’s and manufacturer’s best customers. A “run of show” which is a numbered list of models to be shown, is given out at the show. A week after the fashion show a dossier or press kit is prepared and sent to each journalist, the kit includes photos and sketches of a few pieces from the collection, analysis of the collection and biography of the collection. Promotional items like souvenirs and shopping bags with the designer’s name helps with the advertising.
But nevertheless, I’m still thrilled and energized to start with all of it. It’s going to be hectic, but I have faith in everyone and I know it will be worth it.