Almost 29,000 Words and Counting
I only wrote a thousand words yesterday, but I guess I can allow myself a little break since, I have written almost 5000 words a day from early AM on the 2nd until yesterday. Okay for those of you who've been reading you know the warning so skip to the link. For those just joining us, shame on you go back and read the first three entries, no jumping into the middle. The cutline is there for a reason, this is an adult themed fan fiction. If you do not care for sexual content do not read it. If you do not enjoy male/male pairings do not read it. This next entry is almost pure smut so be warned , past the cut it's very hot.

If you are under age, reading behind the cutline can lead to blindness and hairy palms, so if I see any hirsute teenagers with glasses I will point and laugh. Now turn off the computer and go do your chores you little pervert.







Monday, May 29, 1972

I’ve discovered a brand new way to get high and it doesn’t cost a dime. Sex, lots of hot, steamy, sweaty sex. Sex outdoors under the stars, sex in the pool, sex in the kitchen, sex in the living room, sex in the shower, sex in the bed, sex in a chair on the balcony with the ocean breeze blowing across our bodies. I’m drunk with it, higher than a junkie on heroin is and I love it.

Last night I finally got my revenge for graduation night. I found a sex shop in Cherry Grove and bought some toys, I can’t believe I had the nerve to walk through the door to begin with much less to buy anything. Sneaking off from Garret wasn’t easy but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise so I managed to leave him taking a nap by the pool and headed down to ‘town’. Funny to call something so tiny a town.

Anyway, I’d heard about it from this guy at the bar Saturday night, so I went to see what I could find and I’ve never seen anything like it. Of course, that isn’t saying much since I’ve never been in a sex shop before. But this place was….wow; I must have turned three shades of red just from the displays inside the door and then there was the clerk, that is a whole other story. She was around forty, short, round, red-haired, with a broad New York accent and called everyone ‘babe’.

When she looked at me and asked very loudly, ‘So what’s your kink, babe?’ I nearly ran for the door, but I stood my ground and stammered out something about wanting to surprise my boyfriend.

When she saw the blush, she came around the counter and looked me up and down. ‘How old are you, babe? Cause you gotta be eighteen to be in here.’ I blushed again and pulled out my ID. Once she saw I was of age she asked me what kind of games we played. I very nearly ran out again when she started asking if I wanted, a leather or a silk whip or maybe I’d prefer a ball gag or a 12-inch dildo and then she began talking about safe bondage in that loud brash voice. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me or to run for the door put she had me backed into a dead end isle and with her width between me and the exit I was trapped. I had decided this was God’s punishment for daring to enter what my grandfather the Episcopalian minister would have called a den of iniquity, when this soft cultured voice spoke up from behind the behemoth in a sun dress that was my personal demon

‘Now Vera, dear heart, can’t you see the poor lad is completely embarrassed? I know you don’t want the scandal of having an otherwise healthy young man expiring in your fine establishment, so be a love and go take care of the leather queen at the register and I’ll assist our young would be Lothario here with his shopping. There’s a sweetheart, now off with you to clerk for the more pedestrian and jaded whom you can’t frighten into apoplexy.’ He physically moved her to the side, something I would have bet a large crane could not have accomplished and stood in front of me. ‘Now my boy, I’m Ambrose Whitley, a fellow customer of this rather tawdry but noble establishment, what type of surprise would you like to spring on your lucky paramour?’

I managed to stammer out what I wanted to do without turning any further shades of scarlet and he pulled me over to the side and explained a few things, but unlike the woman who ran the shop, he was quiet and calm. I managed to tell him what I wanted and he helped me pick out two pair of fur-lined handcuffs (he said fur-lined won’t tear or bruise the skin.), a black mask and a few other surprises.

After the sex shop, which still makes me blush, I stopped at the grocery store and bought dinner. I wanted extra bags to carry in so if Garret were awake he wouldn’t see what I’d bought. I walked back to the house and managed to get the stuff put away while Garret was in the shower, hiding them under the bed.

Garret decided he wanted to go out to dinner and when we came back, I headed for the bedroom pulling him along. He laughed at my impatience and mumbled something about kids; I turned around and leaned up to kiss him long and hard. ‘Does that feel like a kid to you ‘old man’?’ I said as I thrust against him. He pushed me into the wall and grabbed my ass with one hand while he thrust his tongue into my mouth and began trying to undo my shorts one handed.

I pushed his hand away from my shorts and said ‘Remember the Ritz? Well this is my turn; you don’t get to be in charge.’

His eyes took on an almost feral gleam when my words registered. ‘What are you going to do, Jack?’

‘You’ll see.’ I said walking over to the bed and pulling the mask out from where I’d hidden it. ‘Or rather you won’t see.’ I gave him a wicked grin as I came over to him and led him to the bed and stripped him slowly. Every time he tried to touch me, I pushed his hands away and shook my head. When I had him down to skin, I pushed him back onto the bed then put the mask over his eyes. ‘Lay down.’ I said and leaned over to get the handcuffs. ‘Put your hands up and grab the head board.’

He did and then grinned. ‘Do you think scarves are gonna hold me, Jack?’ He asked.

I took one of the handcuffs and attached it to the headboard and then his wrist. ‘I think something a little stronger might be needed to hold you down, lover.’ I whispered in his ear as I did the same with the other pair. He pulled on them gently and then harder as I stripped.

I leaned over him and purred into his ear. ‘Comfortable there, Garret?’ He turned his head to try and kiss me, but I pulled back, trailed my fingers down his chest lightly, and told him I’d be right back. As I hurried to the kitchen to follow through on the one thing I remembered the clerk talking about and grabbed a bowl of ice, I was trying to remember what the guy at the shop told me.

‘Anticipation is all part of the game, that and testing your partner’s limits for whatever type of play you’re interested in. Don’t rush, take it slow and learn when to back off to heighten the experience and one last word of advice,’ When he leaned over and whispered in my ear, I blushed and stammered out my thanks, paid for my purchases and left.

I had the feeling he tested limits I wasn’t interested in going near but he seemed like a nice guy.

Anyway back to Garret and last night.

I went back to the bedroom sat the bowl down on the nightstand and walked around the bed slowly and then reached out with one finger to flick his nipple lightly, smiling as he gasped. Reaching under the bed, I brought out another of my purchases, a long peacock feather that I dragged lightly across his stomach enjoying the sight of him squirming at the sensation.

I waited and then drew the feather up his legs one at a time stopping just short of his crotch. He twisted trying to make contact where he wanted it the most. I liked feeling in complete control as I finally gave him what he wanted and trailed the feather over him, repeating it several times, as he groaned and thrust against the teasing sensation.

I put the feather down and picked up a piece of ice and brought it over his chest grinning when he gasped at the cold water dropping off the edge just before I touched it to his skin. I drew it across his chest and then circled one nipple with it, while taking the other in my mouth. He moaned out my name and twisted under me as I switched nipples and repeated the action.

I trailed the ice down across his stomach and barely touched it to the head of his cock. He shivered and thrust upward then gasped as my mouth replaced the ice. I ran my tongue over him lightly until he was thrusting up repeatedly, when he started gasping out my name and begging me to take him in my mouth, I pulled back and began stroking his arms, chest and legs until he calmed. Quickly, I leaned over and took him in as deeply as I could, working the muscles of my throat around him until he was moaning and thrusting into my mouth and then pulled away again.

I kept alternating the blow job with gentle stroking each time he’d get close to the edge. When I pulled back yet again, he began begging me to let him come. I grinned to myself and murmured in his ear, ‘What will you do if I let you?’

“Anything, Jack just please god finish it now I need you to finish it please.’ He was almost babbling and thrusting up into the air. I decided he’d had enough and reached for the lube, spreading it on my fingers and then over his opening.

He moaned as my fingers slipped inside him and I worked them in and out stroking the small swelling inside with each thrust. His hips lifted off the bed and I looped an arm around his waist drawing him up higher and pulling my fingers out slowly. I took his hips in my hands and lifted him up to the right angle for me to push inside him.

Once I was in to the hilt, I began rocking back and forth, barely thrusting, just enough movement to brush over his prostate gently. He groaned and writhed against me. ‘Jesus, Jack fuck me already, I can’t wait.’

At that admission, I pulled almost all the way out and thrust in hard and deep, pounding into him relentlessly. It only took three or four thrust and he was coming with something between a growl and a moan. I’d never heard him make a sound like it before and I began thrusting faster, unable to hold back at the sight of Garret writhing and moaning beneath me uncontrollably.

After a few moments, I felt my self explode, for a minute I literally saw stars behind my eyelids and could barely catch my breath. My arms couldn’t hold me up and I collapsed on the bed careful not to fall on him and put to much pressure on his wrists. With shaking hands, I took the key off the nightstand and undid the cuffs. The moment he was free, Garret ripped off the mask, pulled me to him and held me tight, both of us still trembling as the aftershocks rushed through us. We fell asleep tangled around each other.

I woke later to the feel of his slick fingers sliding into me gently as he lubed me, then rolled me on my back and lifted my legs over his hips, pushing into me slowly. We lay joined together as he thrust into me so slowly and drew back just as gently. He made love to me forever with a gentle rocking motion and when we came, it was very easy and relaxed as though it flowed from both of us like breathing.

He pulled out of me and held me close against his chest, stroking my hair and crooning almost wordlessly, suddenly I realized that he was singing to me. I strained to hear and recognized Sweet Baby James, my second favorite James Taylor song. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms.