What Happens At Cons

Ralph leaned in, trying to peer into the little bag.

“What IS that?”

Bill took out a dark green bottle. “Kama sutra oil. Ever try it?”

“No, but I’ve seen it.”

“It’s edible, and it warms when it hits your skin. Feels great.”

“How would YOU know?” Ralph asked with an amused grin.

“Shut up, I know.”

“I’ll just find out next time I’ve got the suit on.”

“You do that then.”

Ralph looked in to see what other joy Bill brought. He reached his hand in, and took out a small leather strap with snaps on it.

“Are you serious? A COCK ring, Bill?”

Bill laughed, and said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d know what that is, Ralphie!”

“I’m not that dumb, Maxwell.”

“No, not dumb, just, um… INNOCENT, how about that? I think that’s why the green guys like you.”

“And they like you ‘cause you’re honest to a ‘T’ and faithful and patriotic and loyal and….”

“Aw, shucks, yer makin’ me blush,” Bill drawled. “Have you ever used one of these things, Ralph?”

“Not like this one.”

“Really?” Bill asked, suddenly curious.

“Yeah, and I’m not telling YOU either. You can wait till I’m in the suit again.”

“Are you, uh… going to put it on?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Bill. I’m having to keep from attacking you this very second,” he said casually.

“Oh, God,” Bill said, closing his eyes. “Um… how long’s Kevin going to be gone?”

“Hours. I kind of asked him, without flat-out saying it, to call us on the comm unit before he returns. He understood.”

“Have you eaten then?”

“Kev and I did, yeah. Have you? Rested? Ready to rock and roll?”

“Maybe rock, yeah. I ate.”

The two gazed into one another’s eyes, and simultaneously broke into wide, toothy grins.

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Ralph yelled, grabbing the door handle.

When the door shut behind Bill, he walked behind Ralph, his best friend unaware he was so close. When Ralph turned around, he was mere centimeters from Bill. He gasped, looking up into the dilated eyes.

“You scared me, Bill!”

Maxwell didn’t say a word in reply. He wrapped his arms over Ralph’s shoulders then arms, effectively trapping him against him. He reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him against him. At the same time, he crushed his mouth into Ralph, who moaned into him, allowing the tongue to probe deep, wrapping his arms around Maxwell’s strong torso.

Ralph thrust into Bill, already feeling the older man’s erection. It didn’t take Ralph long, and the two hard cocks were rubbing against one another through the barrier of clothes.

Not releasing his grip on Ralph, Bill maneuvered the younger man to the bed, turned his own back to it and sat down. He drew Ralph onto his lap, facing him as he’d done earlier that morning.

Ralph lifted his leg to straddle the long thighs, sliding his pelvis back and forth. The long, strong fingers dug into the flesh of his ass, rocking him back and forth. He moaned deep in his chest, moving his hands under Maxwell’s enclosing arms to grip the sides of his friend’s head, encouraging the long tongue to drill deeper, deeper into him, as the man’s cock had pounded into him earlier in the morning.

“Hmmmm,” Ralph finally moaned, and he tried to pull away to catch his breath. Bill resisted, not permitting Ralph the freedom to choose. The strength, the power emanating from his partner surprised Ralph, and a sharp, driving pang of desire tore through his loins. Bill had taken control of the situation, and Ralph loved it.

Ralph didn’t know how far Maxwell would bring it, and the anticipation was driving him mad.

A small, cognizant portion of Bill kept him in check as the feel, the sound of his friend under his digging, grasping hands threatened to overwhelm him. His best friend was writhing against him, submitting completely, even when Bill refused to release him.

Bill stood up, pushing Ralph off him. He moved his arms, putting them over Ralph’s hips to get a better hold of the younger man’s ass.

They rubbed again, thrusting and grinding. Bill put his hands over Ralph’s, indicating he was to keep them there, keep the motion going.

He started unbuttoning Ralph’s oxford cloth shirt, and as each button was separated, Bill kissed his muscular chest, lapping at the hot, flushed skin.

Ralph responded with more ardent gripping of Maxwell’s ass, driving his cock into the older man, over and over.

“Shhhh,” Bill murmured against him. He didn’t want his younger friend to get so caught up in it all that he’d climax too soon.

Ralph took the hint and forced himself to stand motionless, eyes closed, hands holding his friend, drowning in the feel of the warm, moist lips and tongue on his chest, trailing a line of wetness toward his abdomen.

When Maxwell finished with the shirt, he pulled it out of the waist of Ralph’s Levi’s, and turned him so he could sit him on the edge of the bed.

“Lie down,” he commanded, standing between Ralph’s legs, his hands holding him down over the thighs.

Ralph fell back, staring up at the taller man.

Bill stood there, looking down at him, not saying a word. He simply stared into the blue eyes, then down to Ralph’s mouth and back again.

Ralph started to open his mouth to speak, and Bill said sharply, “Shhh!”

Ralph nodded his head in compliance, never leaving Bill’s mesmerizing gaze.

Maxwell reached a long arm out, and his hand took the top button of the Levi’s. He deftly opened it, then started on the next one. It was his turn to gaze in wonder when he realized Ralph wasn’t wearing his usual boxers.

Blond, curly hair leading from Ralph’s navel, down into his jeans caught Bill’s attention, and he ran a delicate trace of fire along the softness of it with his fingertip, making Ralph wriggle.

The sight of his best friend lying there, vulnerable, open and trusting, was too much for Maxwell. He always knew Ralph was beautiful physically, with a lean, muscular build and defined abdomen, but to see him thus was almost more than he could bear.

He needed him, and soon. He knelt down, between Ralph’s legs, and put his hands over the man’s hips, pulling him closer to his mouth.

He kissed along that soft line of hair, breathing over the moist trail until he met the waist of the jeans. His chin was pressed against the hard length of him, through the jeans, and Bill couldn’t get those buttons opened fast enough.

When Ralph looked down to watch Bill, he saw his partner lick his drying lips, and moaned, throwing his head back. He knew what was coming, and the mere thought of it, of Bill’s mouth wrapped around him, sucking him in, down his throat…he wasn’t sure if he could maintain for long.

He felt Maxwell’s hands under his ass, yanking the jeans down. Bill pulled sneakers then socks off, then the pants were discarded as well. Ralph was lying prone, on his back, legs over the edge of the bed, totally naked.

“God, Ralph,” Bill had to mutter. “You’re so….”

He couldn’t finish, but he was confident Ralph knew the admiration he was trying to express. To see his young, handsome friend lying there, the steel-hard length of him reaching almost to his navel… Bill hadn’t seen him so directly during their earlier play, and hadn’t realized how big Ralph was.

Granted, he wasn’t as big around as the older partner was, but that was okay. It was beautiful, HE was beautiful, lying there, looking up at him with such trust.

Bill fell to his knees, grasping Ralph’s hips, and he couldn’t wait: he drew him into his mouth so abruptly that Ralph cried out, writhing into the mattress. The pre-ejaculate oozed out only to have Bill’s tongue lap it up.

Bill wrapped his long fingers around the base of Ralph’s cock, keeping a steady, firm pressure on it to prevent the younger man from coming too soon.

Ralph instinctively thrust up and down, in and out, his hands clenching the light blanket, his head thrashing back and forth as the blazing light threatened to consume him, driving him into ecstacy. The firm pressure from Maxwell was helping somewhat, but Ralph knew it wouldn’t take much more for him to explode into his mouth.

A loud groan from Bill was all it took, and Ralph was lost, his hips and pelvis pounding up and down, driving deeper, deeper into the moist cave of his partner’s mouth, waves upon waves flowing out of him and down the eager throat.

A wordless, primal shriek emerged from Ralph as he started to come down from the glory, Bill’s mouth still encasing him, sucking, pulling on him, as if eking out every last delicious drop.

“B-B-Bill, stop!” Ralph gasped, now trying to pull away from the hold his partner had on him. “Too much!”

Bill ran his hands up and down Ralph’s side, down to his strong, narrow hips, up again soothingly, moaning along the now-flaccid cock he held in his mouth.

A small giggle from Ralph assured him his friend wasn’t hurt from the frenzy Maxwell found himself in, he’d been so caught up in it. The vibrations from Bill’s moan tickled down the length of Hinkley, and he relaxed back, replete and satisfied.

His partner released him with a resounding SMACK! of his lips and that served to make Ralph laugh out loud.

“Whew,” Bill commented, shaking his head as if to clear it. He seemed to be back to the here-and-now, and looked along Ralph’s long, lean torso.

“You okay, pard?”

“My GOD, Bill!” was all he could answer.

“Got carried away, sorry. You just looked so tasty, lying there like that.”

“Seems you’re a bit overdressed, Maxwell.” He paused a moment, then turned his head toward the bag holding the goodies Bill brought. “When do we get to use the oil?”

“Very, very soon, Ralph, I’m about to explode just sitting here, looking at you.”

“Can I get up?”

Bill didn’t respond, he simply looked at Ralph, the usually mobile face blank.

“Oh, sorry. May I PLEASE get up? Sir?”

Bill couldn’t contain himself, and laughed. “I think I’m done with that little game, Ralph.”

“Damn, I was enjoying it, when you wouldn’t let me go, then when you fucking ATTACKED my cock.”

“Shut up, Ralph, or I swear, I’m going to blow it right here in my jeans, and I don’t wanna do that.”

“I know what you want, Maxwell,” Ralph said, propping himself up on his arms, looking down himself at Bill, whose face was mere inches from his cock. His face was suddenly serious, his voice deep.

“And what’s that, Hinkley?” Bill asked, making Ralph say it out loud.

“You want to be pounding away in me, that’s what.”

Bill exhaled explosively, bowing his head down between Ralph’s legs. “I can’t get up.”

“Off the floor, you mean?”

“Hell yeah, if I move I’m going to lose it right here and now. Lemme calm down a bit.”

“I don’t think your lying there with your head between my thighs is helping, pard.”

Bill took several deep breaths, in, out, eyes closed as he willed his erection to go down somewhat. He knew this was Ralph’s first time in such a situation, and if he didn’t calm down first, it would almost be like rape; his carnal desire was to simply take him with minimal preparation, but he couldn’t do that.

Patience, Maxwell, he told himself over and over, continuing the breathing and relaxation. You’ll be hitting the finale soon, very soon.

He looked up at Ralph once more, and his partner was still propped on his arms, watching him.

“There, I think I’m better.” He moaned as he stood up, and stretched, flexing his back, neck and shoulder muscles.

“Hmmm,” Ralph moaned at the sight of him.

“Shhhh! Don’t move, don’t say anything, any sound, Ralph. I’m focusing here. I need to do this slowly, or you could get hurt and I’d die.”

“I know.”

Neither spoke for a moment, and Ralph said, “I feel like a virgin.”

“You pretty much are, yeah, and I want this first time to be spectacular for both of us.”

“It will be, partner,” Ralph said softly, the trust and love in his voice. “Just tell me what to do.”

“You? You don’t have to do a thing, except scream in ecstacy. Which is what you’ll be doing. Soon.”