All disclaimers in part one apply here.
They spent the remainder of Thursday and the majority of Friday
making love. Logan loved Victor often, whispering reassuring words in
his ear; making him feel loved and special. They tried out the Whirlpool
tub. They were going to go down to the gym, but didn’t feel like
sharing each other with anyone; so they stayed in their room and called down
for a masseuse to come up. On Saturday evening, they got ready for the
opera.
Victor got out of the shower and was genuinely surprise to
see Logan putting on a black ‘Versace’ suit, crisp white shirt, light blue
silk tie, black socks and shoes and he was ready to go.
“Mmm, ‘Versace’. Very nice!”
“I’m glad you like it. On the phone, you sounded like you were
afraid that I was going to show up looking like Jethro!” Logan laughed.
Victor blushed and cleared his throat. Then changing the subject he
said, “What’s the name of the cologne you’re wearing? It smells great.”
“I’m glad you like it, it’s called ‘Givenchy’.”
Victor proceeded to get dressed. He took out his gray ‘Armani’
suit and put it on. With a crisp white shirt and a black silk tie, matching
socks and shoes completed the look. He put on some ‘Lagerfield’
cologne and stepped out of the dressing room to model for Logan.
“You look and smell good enough to eat, Pud,” he said with a sly smile.
“Right back at ya, Tweets. But I don’t think we have the time,” he
said consulting his gold ‘Rolex’ watch.
Logan growled softly and said, “Too bad.”
A call came from the lobby informing them that their
limo had arrived. Victor checked his wallet, making sure he had the tickets,
a couple of cigars and a lighter. He put the key in his pocket and
left the suite. Logan checked his wallet, put it in his pocket
along with a couple cigars, a lighter and the key to the suite (just in case)
and left right behind Victor.
They drank champagne in the limo. They arrived at the
‘Metropolitan Opera House’ and went in. They were both awed by the beautiful
art work on the ceiling and the surrounding walls. They went up to
their box and got comfortable, ready for the show to start. The Opera
had everything: murder, insanity, love, and the usual sad ending. They
both loved it! After the show, they stood around drinking champagne
and admired their surroundings. When the crowd cleared, they went out
to the limo and discussed their favorite parts of the play while slowly getting
to the hotel.
“Oh yeah, another thing I hate about New York City – the traffic!”
Victor hissed.
“Yeah,” Logan agreed. “Good thing I don’t gotta take a piss!”
They laughed, and talked and drank more champagne until they
arrived at their hotel. Once there, they ordered a pizza, then headed
out on the terrace to eat it and washed it down with beer.
“I had a great time tonight, Pud.”
“Yeah, me too. Oh, I have something for you; wait here.”
He returned a few minutes later and handed Logan a small box.
“What is it?”
“Open it.”
Logan untied the ribbon and opened the box. In it was a lock of
braided hair with both ends tied securely off. Logan held it up,
admiring it. He ran his fingers up and down it gently, feeling the
texture of it. Then, silently marveled as the long end
curled around his finger. He brought it to his nose and deeply inhaled
the scent.
Rubbing it against his cheek he said with a smile, “I love it Pud, thank
you.”
“You’re welcome. This’ll give ya something to remember me by, ‘til
we get together again.”
Logan got up and walked over to Victor. He sat down on
his lap and put his arm around his shoulder and kissed him. Slowly
at first, tasting, exploring. Then, it grew more urgent, more demanding
as Logan sucked on his tongue, tickling the roof of Creed’s mouth until he
began to moan.
Breaking the kiss, Logan slid onto his knees and unzipped Victor’s
pants. He removed the semi-hard organ and began to kiss up and down
the shaft. He nuzzled the soft fur-covered balls, running his
tongue down the center of his scrotum. He took one into his mouth and
began to suck.
Victor ran his fingers through Logan’s hair and moaned, “C’mere baby, suck
my cock.”
Logan looked at him, a sparkle of mischief danced in his eyes, “Payment
must be made before services can be rendered.”
“Huh?”
Logan continued to work on him, gently nibbling up and down the shaft until
a large drop of clear liquid formed at the head. Seeing it, Logan
smiled and looked into Victor’s eyes as he slowly and deliberately licked
it off with the tip of his tongue.
“Thank you,” Logan purred.
Logan took him into his mouth, swallowing him completely. Victor cried
out and bucked automatically. Logan slowly and meticulously began to
move on him, his
head bobbing up and down as he sucked Victor. He entwined his fingers
in Logan’s hair, moving him faster as he neared his orgasm. He crashed his
hips up, meeting Logan’s downward motion. He cried out as his legs
stiffened and he pumped his seed down Logan’s throat.
“Christ! Jesus Christ! Where did that come from?” Victor
asked in a shaky voice, panting heavily.
“What’s wrong, didn’t you like it?” Logan inquired with a soft chuckle.
“Yeah, you know I did,” he said, picking Logan off his knees and settling
him on his lap, mindful of his exposed penis. “It was just a little
unexpected. Now, what does my little Tweety Pie want in exchange?”
“You deep inside me! I wanna feel you tickle my prostate and make
me scream! I wanna feel you pump my ass so hard, I think yer gonna
strike oil! I wanna feel you fill me up completely.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Victor cooed in Logan’s ear.
Victor placed Logan on his feet and stood up. Taking
him by the hand, he led him inside. Logan stopped and grabbed the box
his keepsake was in and quickly followed behind, making Victor smile.
Oh, he was gonna fuck his Tweets good!
Gonna make him scream in ecstacy!
They removed their suits and hung them up. Then quickly
removing their shirts, jewelry, socks and underwear, they hopped
on the bed. Victor took out a tube of Easy Anal and applied it liberally to
Logan’s tight, puckering hole. Adding lube to his hand, he inserted
two fingers and gently worked them around. When Logan moaned and pushed
back against Victor’s hand he added a third finger. He moved them around,
spreading them open and closed as he finger fucked Logan’s ass. When
Logan began to thrash and beg for more, he added a fourth finger and strongly
began to move in him.
After a few minutes of finger fucking him, Victor decided Logan
was ready for him and removed his fingers with the wet,
sucking sound that made his cock twitch and pulse with anticipation.
“Okay baby, you’re ready. Roll over,” Victor instructed.
“Oh Victor, I want you so bad!” Logan panted.
“Good, cuz here it comes! Just lemme put a little lube on and we’ll
be ready to go!”
“No, let me do it,” Logan said as he reached for the tube. He applied
a small amount on his fingers and began to rub it on the shaft. He placed
the head into his mouth and hungrily sucked it. Removing it, he
applied lube and laid back, settling the weepy head at his eager hole.
“Are you ready, Tweets? Cuz, I’m going to take you whole!”
Logan swallow hard and his eyes fluttered shut, “Yes, please now!”
Victor grabbed both of his legs, putting one on each shoulder
and held him tight. He pushed his rock hard penis into him in one smooth
motion making them both scream at the sensation of it.
“Tight! Too tight,” Victor panted. “Don’t, don’t move.
Just let me.., just let me get use to you!”
Victor closed his eyes, gasping against Logan’s thigh, calming himself by
breathing deep, resting his forehead on Logan’s thigh, warding off his impending
climax. “You are just so tight! O.K., it’s better.”
Victor moved slowly, pulling all but the head out, then slowly
pushing back in. The feel of it sent shivers up his spine! He
knew what Logan wanted, but just couldn’t give to him, not yet, anyway. He
moaned with each thrust and gasped quietly with each pull. He enjoyed
slowly taking what was his. He grabbed onto Logan thigh, stilling him
when he tried to move faster.
“This is the way we’re going to do it,” Victor said huskily.
“I know you want it fast and hard, but this is how I want it and how we’re
going to do it. We have all night and I promise you that by the time
the sun comes up, you ‘will’ be satisfied.”
Victor grabbed Logan’s cock and began to jack him in time with
his own
thrusts. Soon, Logan was moaning and crying out as he put his hands
on Victor’s and pumped and squeezed his cock until he spilled his seed over
their hands. Victor roared and spilled deep inside Logan’s tight, hot ass.
They spent the night taking turns making love to each other.
Logan took Victor slow and deep, then Victor came back hard and fast.
Then it was Logan’s turn, giving as good as he got. This went on until
they collapsed, their healing factors unable to keep up with their over-active
libidos.
Laying together in the spoon position, Logan asked, “Did I satisfy you,
Pud?”
“Oh yeah, Tweets. How ‘bout you?”
“Yes sir! You do know how to keep your promises.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I’d hate to be the only one who’s whole body
tingled,” Victor mused.
“No worries there,” Logan stated.
Victor shifted himself and hissed softly in pain, “What’s the matter, Pud?”
“Nothing really. I’m just a little sore.”
“Well you know, no one c’n pound yer ass liked me!”
Chuckling, Victor yawned and said, “’Night Tweets.”
“’Night Pud.”
They closed their eyes as the sun came up.
End Part Four