What Happens At Cons

The two stood against one another, calming down, taking deep breaths to bring them back to reality.

Bill glanced at the clock. “It’s 2:45, Ralph. We’ve got time to hit the shower then go to your room and watch something, before Kevin gets back.”

Ralph didn’t answer for a moment, then he said, “A shower sounds incredible. What we just did was incredible! I’ve never, well… I think you know.”

“I know,” Bill said, his hand holding Ralph’s head against his shoulder, fingers twining in the long blond curls.

He pulled back enough to look his younger partner in the eyes. Without a thought, the two moved closer, and their lips touched one another for the first time.

Oh my gawd, Ralph thought as Bill’s tongue gently probed for entrance. It was as if he was still in the suit, but he knew that was illusion, that he couldn’t REALLY read Bill’s thoughts, but it was obvious that his best friend was nowhere done for the night.

Bill moved his hand down Ralph’s back, gripping his ass to him again, rubbing softly against him. The slickness of the oil and fluids commingled to enhance the feel of his younger friend who was already beginning to respond to his promptings.

“Hmmm,” Bill moaned into Ralph’s mouth, their tongues dancing and twining.

“Hmmm mmmm,” Ralph acknowledged with a soft throaty chuckle.

Ralph reciprocated and grasped Bill to him as well, and they began their slow, erotic rubbing.

“Hmmm, we can’t do this,” Bill said, pulling away, rubbing his thumb along Ralph’s moist lower lip. “We’ve gotta get cleaned up before the kid gets back.”

Mention of Ralph’s son killed any immediate interest in further skin-on-skin play, and he stepped back, looking around. Bill sat on the edge of the bed, having been standing with his friend all this time, and took a deep, relaxing breath.

He watched Ralph move around the room, naked, admiring the lithe muscular physique.

“You know, suit or not, you look damned good, Ralph,” he pointed out.

Ralph turned to face him straight on, and Bill looked him up and down.

“Doesn’t take much for a guy your age, does it?” Bill asked, a little bit jealous.

The single lamp in the room lit Ralph’s soft smile as he moved to Bill. When the agent thought he’d stop in front of him, Ralph continued forward, hooking his leg over Maxwell’s, sitting on his strong thighs, facing him.

Bill looked up, Ralph’s face in the shadow of the lamp. The light made his blond curly hair take on a halo, and Bill simply stared, mesmerized.

He didn’t say the words, and he knew there was no bond via the suit, but Bill wrapped his arms over Ralph’s lower back, pulling him into another probing kiss, sending over that connection the love he felt for this man.

Ralph responded with such ardor, his hardness moving over Bill, that again the older partner had to put a stop to it.

“God, I can’t get enough of you, Bill!”

“I know, I know, I can’t either. We’ve got to do this, or there’ll be hell to pay in explanations!”

He stood, stepping away from Ralph deliberately, knowing if he remained in his aura, his presence, that they would once again get too lost in one another. He was all business and authority when he grabbed a big bath towel, throwing it at Ralph and commanding him to get into the shower.

It never occurred to either of them that Ralph could simply shower in his own room. They had a half hour, and they were going to use it to advantage.

Fortunately, the shower was large enough for both men to stand in comfortably. Bill hummed to himself as he and Ralph got themselves wet, his back turned to his best friend so they wouldn’t be distracted by one another.

He reached to the built-in shower caddy for the shampoo, and gasped when he felt Ralph reach around him from behind, grasping him in his hand once more.

His partner had lathered up the hand, and his fingers held him tight, encouraging him to hardness, gliding back and forth.

Bill responded with a thrusting motion, over and over, in time with the hand. He gasped again, leaning into the tiled wall, palms flat, when Ralph pulled him closer with his free hand, the length of him pressed against then under his ass.

The two men moved without thought, instinctively finding their positions. Bill took his left hand and felt between his legs, touching Ralph as the younger man continued thrusting. He rubbed his hardness along the sensitive perineum, and Bill closed his eyes, lost in the feel of Ralph simultaneously teasing him and grasping him.

They didn’t realize for a few moments that the shower had washed off any soap, till Ralph’s hand stopped sliding over Bill so smoothly.

Ralph used his left hand over Bill’s hip to turn his partner around, till they were facing one another. He stretched slightly to kiss Bill along his chin and jawline, tracing up to the little earlobe that he enjoyed suckling earlier. His right hand remained where it was, moving over the steel-hard shaft of Maxwell.

“God, Ralph,” Bill sighed, leaning back into the wall, eyes closed. His hands were relaxed, flat against the wall, as he gave in and let Ralph explore him as he obviously wanted to. He sensed something and knew Ralph was shifting position, but kept his eyes closed; he wanted to be surprised!

When he felt soft, mobile lips touch the length of him, Bill’s eyes flew open wide and he squeaked, “Ralph!” as he watched his best friend and partner draw him into his open mouth.

“Shhhh,” Ralph murmured against him, over him. His eyes were closed as he concentrated, his entire being focused on the incredibly hard, thick length of his best friend and partner. He knew what he liked when on the receiving end of such play, so he did the same with Bill.

He drew him in as far as he’d go, till the urge to gag halted him. He took a deep breath, forcing his throat muscles to relax, the tissue of his mouth stretched to the limit. He’d always suspected Maxwell was very well-endowed; the light blue jeans he favored made that obvious. To be here now, with him in his mouth so intimately, submitting to him, giving himself up, was like the sweetest drug.

Ralph slowly pulled back, balancing himself by resting his hands over Bill’s firm ass and hips, moving his friend in time with the back and forth motion.

Bill instinctively thrust into the warm enfolding mouth, the tongue drawing over him, under him, the sucking sounds driving him insane.

“Ralph…” he started, not sure how far his friend wanted to bring this, because Bill knew it was the first time Ralph had ever done such a thing.

As if reading his partner’s mind, Ralph attacked the velvety soft hardness with renewed vigor, moving his mouth up and down, his finger probing behind him to that most sensitive spot he’d mentally tickled earlier in the evening. He knew such stimulation, combined with sucking on his friend’s cock, wouldn’t take long to bring Bill to climax.

“RALPH!” Bill shrieked, realizing Ralph meant to go all the way. He completely relaxed, his hand resting on his friend’s head, pushing, pushing him over the length of him, visualizing what it must look like. He wanted to watch, but the building tension in his groin and gut, the sounds, the feel of the mouth, the water was too much.

When Bill was almost there, ready to burst forth into Ralph’s mouth, his friend muttered against him, tongue lashing the tender cord, the vibrations digging into him.

Bill gasped, looking down, and Ralph twisted just enough to look up into his partner’s glowing eyes. Maxwell wasn’t sure what it was, whether it was the sparkling eyes, the sight of his friend’s swollen red lips over him, the groaning sounds of pleasure coming from his best friend, but he couldn’t hold it any longer. He fell back, eyes closed, howling as he held Ralph’s head to him, pushing, thrusting over and over as he ejaculated down the tight wet throat.

Ralph simultaneously pulled away, closing his eyes, focusing on what was coming, relaxing his throat muscles, drawing Bill in as far as he could. He swallowed over and over, tasting the musky saltiness of it, amazed to think that when in such a position, it didn’t really get into the mouth much, but slid down the throat.

He finally released Bill, and sagged further onto his knees, only now conscious of the hard tiled shower floor. He heard, almost felt, Bill’s panting and gasping, interjected with the occasional moan of completion.

A soft touch on his shoulder made Ralph look up, and Bill bent over to take his hand, slowly pulling him standing. Ralph’s knees were weak, and he wobbled. Maxwell’s strong arms grabbed him, pulling him close.

They stood thus for a few moments, when a sound penetrated through the bathroom door and the two men slowly became aware of such externals.

“Oh, GOD!” Ralph said, pulling away. “The ALARM! Kevin’s going to be here any second!”

That was all the prompting the two men needed, and they quickly rinsed off, toweled down, brushed their teeth, and Ralph grabbed Bill’s single bathrobe.

“I’ll return it later, Bill!” he said as he grabbed his suit and boots. He shot out the door, leaving his partner standing there naked and laughing at the fatherly predicament.

Oh, what a night! Bill couldn’t help thinking, humming the song to himself as he found some of his normal, mundane clothes to put on, before going to the Hinkleys’ hotel room. After all, Kevin was used to seeing them together, wasn’t he?