What Happens At Cons

The two men stared at one another, Bill standing at the end of his bed, Ralph reclined on his arms, looking up at his best friend.

"Kid, I don't know how long we'll be at this. You may want to hit the head before we start. I know I'm going to."

Ralph flung his legs up and over the edge of the bed, landing in a crouch.

"To hear you talk, won't be long at all!"

"I'll be okay, I've calmed down some. Enough to do this right."

The two took turns in the bathroom, freshening up and preparing. Ralph's stomach fluttered with nervousness and excitement. He'd gone past that initial stage of terror that almost engulfed him last night, realizing he'd been scared for nothing. There's no way Bill would hurt him, after all. Ralph himself had been the one close to hurting, wearing the suit.

Now it was time to hit another milestone in their relationship, and Ralph couldn't wait to awaken to all the possibilities.

When Ralph returned from the bathroom, Bill was walking around with a towel around his waist. Ralph had thought of the same thing, perhaps for the same reason.

"What, you didn't want to drive me mad too soon, Billy?"

"'Course not." He went to the vanity, and picked up the two fresh glasses and Prince Ra's little silver flask. "You want some of this amaretto? May as well kill it, if we've got to replace it for Rob before the masquerade tomorrow night."

"Sure, that'd be good." He went to stand next to his partner, both men in their bare feet, and Ralph was again startled by the height difference. He looked up at Maxwell from standing by his side, the older man's face glowing, perhaps in anticipation.

As Ralph stared at him, focusing on the mouth he loved so much, the images of those lips wrapped around him came to mind and he moaned, drawing Bill's attention.

As Bill angled to face him, two glasses of ambrosia in his hands, their faces were mere inches apart. Bill handed Ralph his glass, and sipped his own, swirling the burning liqueur in his mouth before letting it slide down his throat. He locked gazes with Ralph, holding him there as his partner absentmindedly sipped his drink.

Bill looked from his mouth to eyes, back and forth, and impulsively leaned in, carefully licking the moist amaretto off Ralph's lower lip.

Ralph closed his eyes so he could enjoy the sensation, and a moment later Bill's mouth was covering his, warm fluid pouring in. Ralph swallowed the amaretto, and the two continued sharing their glasses, lips and mouths till it was gone.

Ralph swayed where he stood, and felt strong hands steady him. He opened his eyes to see Maxwell looking at him, his dark pine-green eyes dilated.

"It's time, Ralph," he whispered, his voice rough.

Ralph simply nodded in agreement, not wishing to break the heady spell of those eyes, the hands on him. He relaxed, allowing Bill to lead him to the bed.

The two pressed together, hands holding one another's lower back, and Ralph could tell Bill's attempt to "calm down" hadn't lasted too long.

"We're going to take this easy, Ralph. Slow and easy. I'll be honest, it'll hurt some, but I'm going to be as gentle as I can."

"I know it'll hurt, Billy. I don't mind."

They were standing by the edge of the bed, and Bill motioned for Ralph that he should sit and lie back. The agent went to the bag with the kama sutra oil and cock ring, Ralph's eyes never leaving his partner's back.

When he returned to stand between Ralph's legs, the taller man gazed down at his friend, not saying anything for a moment. Ralph remained silent as well, and that invisible circuit they'd established the first night of the con, at the dance, was back. Who needs the suit, when we've got this? Ralph wondered.

Bill nodded his head, as if he'd heard the thought. His smile was gentle, but there was a spark of mischief in his eyes. He held the bottle of oil out; he'd been clutching it in his big hand, warming it with his body heat.

"Ready?"

"You bet. Are you, um...." he paused, motioning to the leather strap in Bill's left hand. He wasn't sure if he would put it on, or his older partner.

"It's my turn this time, Ralph, I need it a lot more than you do! I'm so close now I'll prob'ly last about ten seconds, and I don't want to do that to you. 'Sides, you're young, you'll get off about five times to every once for me!"

Ralph laughed out loud, pleased they weren't being so deadly serious this afternoon that they couldn't joke around. But Bill's expressive face changed abruptly, as it often did, and the erotic tension again filled that connection between them.

He leaned down, loosening the towel around the lower portion of Ralph's waist, where it had hung evocatively over his narrow hips and firm ass. Bill separated the ends, opening Ralph as if he were a prize, for him alone.

The single light illuminated the young man from the side of the bed, the blond hair glowing on the tanned, tight skin over muscle and sinew. Bill drew in a sharp breath, shaking his head in amazement. "You really are beautiful, Ralph," he couldn't help saying.

He looked around his hotel room, and went to the top of his bed, picking up two pillows.

“What are those for?” Ralph asked when Bill set them by his side, within easy reach.

“To hike your butt up some,” Maxwell told him.

“Hike my butt up? Aren’t we going to do it, um, with me turned around?”

Bill laughed, “No, not this time. You’ll see.”

“Now you’ve really got me wondering, Maxwell.”

“There’re lots of ways to do it, Ralph, not just the one.”

Ralph didn’t respond for a moment, and he stared at Bill, who was standing motionless, staring back.

“Well? You just going to stare at me, and call it good? Kind of a let-down,” Ralph chuckled.

“Shhhh, I’m preparing myself. I’ve got to put this thing on at just the right point, or it’ll either slide too much or be so tight it’ll actually damage me.”

“Ah, there’s an art to putting a cock ring on, I get it.”

Bill didn’t respond for about two seconds, then couldn’t resist and bent over, laughing. “Ralph! It’ll never happen if you keep THAT up!”

Ralph quickly bent his legs under him, pushing himself to his knees, in front of Bill. He took his partner’s semi-erect cock in one hand, and pulled Bill down for a kiss with the other.

“Hmmmm,” Maxwell moaned into Ralph’s mouth, his partner’s hand deftly moving over his erection, the hard grip driving him to thrust into the strong hand.

“Hmmm mmmmm,” Ralph groaned back, his hand moving faster and faster.

Bill pulled abruptly away, and reached for the leather strap. “I think that’s about right, Ralph. Knew it wouldn’t take long, didn’t ya?”

“Yep,” he said, reclining back once again to his previous position. “I wanna see this, I’ve never watched another guy put one on, especially one like that.”

He watched Bill take the leather strap covered with snaps, and put it behind cock and sac, running his finger under it to be sure it wasn’t too snug to hurt, or too loose to rub him raw.

“Hmmm, that’s how it’s done,” Ralph said, once again moving onto his knees. “I’m having so much fun doing the prelim work, I think I should just stay here.”

He leaned forward to kiss Maxwell’s erection, which was right in front of Ralph’s face. He was stunned about how HARD it was, engorged with blood, the mushroom-shaped head swollen and almost purple.

“Damn, Bill, you sure you’re not going to damage something?” Ralph asked, examining his friend almost like a physician, his scientific curiosity piqued. “Is it just the illusion of that thing around you, pushing you out some, or are you BIGGER than you were a while ago? Holy shit, this thing’s going to KILL me!”

“Shut up, I know what I’m doing. Lie down,” Maxwell commanded, pushing Ralph away.

“YES SIR!” Ralph barked, not succeeding in stifling his laugh too well as he moved back into position.

The two men once again were silent and staring at one another, their breathing rapid with anticipation.

Bill picked up the oil he’d set nearby, poured some onto his right hand, and closed his fist, warming it.

After a moment, he reached down, taking Ralph’s erect cock into his hand, smoothing the oil over and under it, letting some roll down toward the sheet.

“Hmmm,” Ralph mumbled, closing his eyes as the warm, sensual oil slid down and under him. He squirmed as he lay there, his legs still over the edge of the bed, Bill standing there and gently rubbing his cock.

Bill switched hands without Ralph realizing it, his left working over his younger friend, down his cock, past the sac, the sensitive perineum, and to the opening, back and forth in a sensual, smoothe motion. Ralph was so relaxed, eyes closed, that Bill thought he was close to falling asleep.

“You with me, partner?” Bill asked quietly, his voice rough.

“Hmmm mmmm, always, pard,” Ralph whispered dreamily. “God, that feels good, Billy.”

“Stay relaxed like that, Ralphie, that’s good, very good start.”

With his right hand, he poured a small amount of oil over his left, working it up and down on Ralph, especially near the tight opening. Maxwell’s long middle finger gently touched Ralph, probing, and he waited for his friend’s reaction.

When Ralph scrunched closer into the mattress, purring with pleasure, his face lit up by an angelic smile, Maxwell knew both of them were doing well.

Slow and steady, Maxwell, he thought to himself. He and Ralph both knew it was going to hurt the younger man, and if Bill could keep as much pain from his friend as possible, by keeping him from tensing up too soon, all the better.

Ralph gasped and jerked forward a second, his eyes still closed, when Bill’s warm, oil-slicked hand grasped him around the cock, moving up and down, over and over.

Maxwell distracted Hinkley somewhat by gripping him in his right hand, and at the same time, with his left, boldly inserted a single finger, testing the tension of the muscular ring.

He couldn’t tell what Ralph was responding to, only that his friend was enjoying it and relaxed. Bill carefully inserted another finger, pushing the two out, forcing the muscles around them to relax. He felt Ralph respond by an instinctual tightening, but didn’t relent.

A third finger soon followed, and finally Ralph reacted with a hiss, his eyes scrunched up while he was still smiling about what Maxwell’s hand was doing over his cock.

“Bill,” he finally gasped, his head moving back and forth. “Too much, Bill, slow the hand down, I… I….”

“Sorry, kid,” Bill said, his right hand stopping and merely holding the engorged cock. He didn’t want to push it too far, making Ralph climax too soon. He held his left hand motionless, the three fingers simply resting in the tight opening, allowing the muscles to get used to it.

Ralph relaxed back, neither of them moving nor speaking for a moment.

“Ralph? Keep relaxing, buddy, ‘cause now is when it’s going to get a little painful,” Bill said as soothingly as he could. He followed that by inserting a fourth finger, forming a type of pyramid, the digits pressed together by the reactive tightening of Ralph’s muscles.

“Oh, God, Bill!” Ralph exclaimed, arching his back, his head pushing into his pillow. Maxwell couldn’t tell if his friend was gasping in pain, pleasure or both.

“You okay?”

“YES! It feels AMAZING!” Ralph cried out, tears rolling down his face to the pillow. He reached under him and yanked it away, so he could push and writhe into the mattress.

Bill took the discarded pillow and one of the others, and signalled to Ralph to lift up his hips and butt, so the pillows could be positioned just right.

When Ralph was at the correct angle, allowing for Maxwell’s greater height, Bill said, “Oh, partner, you ain’t felt nothin’ yet.” He pushed his cock up against his fingers, ready to pull them out and push the swollen tip of his erection in.

“You sure you’re okay, pal? ‘Cause this cock ring’s helping, but it ain’t gonna hold me forever.”

Ralph nodded his head, not speaking. He was too enraptured by what Bill’s skillful fingers were doing to him, the combination of pain and incredible pleasure threatening to overwhelm his senses.

Bill splashed one more dollop of oil along his steel-hard cock, pulled his fingers back and pressed into his friend before the muscular opening had a chance to reject him.

“BILL!” Ralph screamed, his hand moving to his own cock, stroking up and down, faster and faster.

“Shhhh, kid, not too fast!”

Ralph couldn’t help it, he was so overcome, and he climaxed almost immediately, the ejaculate spraying him over the abdomen and chest.

“Oh, God, Ralph,” Bill muttered, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t respond by simply driving into Ralph, desperate to satisfy his own mounting need. He knew this was the crucial part, slow and easy, till his friend totally engulfed him. Then he could let loose as he so desperately craved.

Ralph held himself, his eyes closed, the tears rolling down to the mattress. He responded quickly, his cock already moving to yet another erection.

When Bill opened his eyes, wondering why his friend was so quiet, he watched the younger man, the expression on his face beautiful to him.

He shook his head, amazed that Ralph could already be getting hard. Youth, Maxwell thought as he let his body continue the slow, inexorable push into Ralph.

Bill took Ralph’s muscular legs, pushing them toward his friend’s chest, the big hands resting on the back of the thighs.

Ralph gasped as he was angled even farther up, his strong back taking the weight of his friend as Bill loomed over him. His older partner held Ralph captive with the pine-green eyes, and Bill mouthed, You okay?

A quick nod of Ralph’s head assured Maxwell that he was doing well, although the sight of tears streaming out of the blue eyes distressed him somewhat.

He didn’t let that bother him, knowing that a first-time experience like this could be a source of both great pleasure and great pain. The key was reaching equilibrium between both extremes.

Maxwell was balanced on Ralph’s strong legs, so the two were virtually holding one another up. Bill made sure he remained balanced by pushing in with his shoulders, and he reached down, taking Ralph’s hands.

He indicated Ralph was to stop stroking himself, and put his hands on his own knees.

“Here, hang on to there, it’ll balance me better,” Bill rasped out, knowing that it wasn’t going to be much longer. “You don’t need to do that, wait’ll you see what happens.”

Ralph wasn’t sure of what Bill meant: all he knew was he wanted to get off, again, and soon.

“Trust me,” Bill added when he saw reluctance in Ralph’s eyes. The younger man complied, resting his hands on his knees, his eyes closed. The tears had stopped, so Bill knew that the time had come to really push it. He’d been taking his time, and was still only one-third of the way in.

“Ralph,” Bill said, pushing a little harder to get his partner’s attention.

Ralph opened his eyes, the pupils dilated and black.

“You know what I’m going to do in a second?”

Ralph nodded his head, smiling.

“You’re still okay?”

Ralph nodded again, unable to speak for a moment. The tension, the anticipation was palpible. Ralph finally whispered, “You’re going to fuck my brains out, aren’t you, Billy?”

He was rewarded by Maxwell’s groan, pleased he’d got to his partner. He knew Bill was straining to go slow, and wanted his friend to finally open up and lose himself.

“It’s okay, Billy, really! I need this, please!”

“Say it,” Bill snarled, his eyes closed. His conscience fought desperately with the instinct to simply pile-drive into his best friend, pain, tearing, bleeding be damned, he WANTED THIS.

Ralph’s fingers gripped his knees as he fought off the urge to grab himself, doing as Bill had commanded.

“Okay, FUCK ME!” Ralph screamed, pleading, his eyes closed. “PLEASE!”

“Oh, GOD!” Bill cried out, driving into Ralph as deep as he could, the snug ring of muscles pulsating over him, around him.

When the thick head of Maxwell’s cock dug into him, it stroked the sensitive patch of nerves behind Ralph’s prostate, and the younger man’s eyes flew open wide, in shock, as he climaxed once again, waves upon waves, spraying both of them.

A small, cognizant part of Bill smiled, pleased that his friend had discovered what man-on-man sex could be. He looked down into the sapphire eyes, not saying a word. The glow, the expression on Ralph’s face, was what he’d been waiting for; it was the main reason he loved this position. Like with any lover, Maxwell took great pride and pleasure in pleasing his partner, and Ralph was no exception.

Bill went with the flow of it, the rocking back and forth as the two remained balanced and supporting one another. He knew that initial deep thrust would do it to Ralph, so he bided his time, waiting for the younger man’s erection to return for a startling fourth time in one afternoon.

Ralph relaxed, letting Bill do the work. His partner had been right: He had to nothing, except scream in ecstacy. Ralph couldn’t believe it was possible for a man to get off without some type of external stimulation, yet he had, and quite rapidly too.

And here he thought he knew human anatomy.

Ralph leaned up and forward, his hands gripping his knees tighter as Maxwell’s motions became harder and faster, almost frenetic.

He opened his eyes, pleased to see his partner looming over him, Bill filling his vision completely. His eyes were closed, now that he’d had a chance to watch Ralph climax yet again. It was his turn to find release, and he was desperate.

“Ralph,” Bill intoned, over and over, his voice tight with anticipation.

“Hold me!” Bill screamed, and Ralph pushed his hands forward to support his knees and legs, holding Bill up completely. At the same time, Maxwell reached down, releasing the strap that was holding him back, and the sudden influx of blood made him scream in pain and pleasure.

Ralph was ready for it, knowing that his taller partner would be berserk, losing himself completely. When Bill howled, pounding into Ralph over and over, harder and harder, Ralph once again reached climax, and the two screamed together, not caring who heard them on this wild weekend.

When there was nothing left, no more howling, and Maxwell simply stopped, his head back, sweat pouring off his face, Ralph lay back, panting, bathed in sweat as well. He gripped Maxwell’s shoulders, pulling him down with him. They both moved their legs out, twined together.

Bill collapsed on him, something he normally couldn’t do with a lover. He relished the sensation of being able to relax completely over Ralph, knowing he wasn’t hurting him.

The two lay that way for a few moments, not speaking, their chests heaving against one another as they came down from the simultaneous climax.

Ralph was so relaxed, felt so good, he started to doze, Bill covering him like a blanket.

The soft snore brought Maxwell around, and he finally summoned the energy to lift his head, his mouth close to Ralph’s. He leaned forward slightly, to kiss his partner, lover and best friend on swollen lips. Ralph responded automatically in his sleep with a soft smile, that Bill would carry in his memories forever.

(A/N: It's been months since I've added to this, I'm sorry. My Muse seems to be on sabbatical right now.)