Rush Klondike

Since it was still early, we took Little Rose Bud to the hotel pool and then for a wholesome dinner of french fries. It was comfortable, the three of us, hanging out again without the underlying freakiness that\'s been between Denny and I the last couple of weeks. I mean, yeah, there was still a truckload of unsaid between Denny and I, but what was coming, it was gonna be good and we both knew it. Plus I got to see him half-naked and wet, which was a bonus.

So yeah- after Nannette was sleeping, tucked back in, Mr. Puddles, the fat, ugly stuffed duck Peggy had given her last Christmas, keeping her warm, we were finally alone again. We settled in on the couch, the last of those teeny tiny whiskeys from the mini-bar gracing our glasses.

\"So,\" Denny started and stopped.

\"So,\" I agreed, though to what I didn\'t know. It was Denny, so as long as he wanted it, I didn\'t care what it was, I was gonna agree.

He took a sip of his drink, put it down on the coffee table and said, \"We should . . .\" He waved his hand between us to signal something (this time I knew exactly what).

\"Yeah, we really should,\" I agreed and leaned in to get me some of that.

\"Uh, what are you doing?\" Denny asked, putting a hand to the middle of my chest to stop me from making contact.

I sat back and answered, \"Kissing you?\"

\"We should talk first.\"

\"Talk?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Yes?\"

\"Most definitely.\"

\"Because . . .\"

\"Because you\'re straight but you think you might love me. Because it\'s possible you\'re transferring your feelings for either your mother, your daughter or my sister onto me. Because your fear of abandonment might be causing you to bargain for my affections by giving me whatever you think I might want, even if it\'s not something you really can or want to give, in an effort not to lose both Nannette and myself. Because . . .\"

\"Denny, you have a degree in psychology too, don\'t you?\"

\"My undergraduate work. I took a double major: Psychology and Political Science.\"

\"Interesting combo.\"

\"I was going to cure war.\"

\"If anyone could, Den, it would be you.\"

\"Thanks.\" He flashed a smile.

\"So, talking . . . about my subconscious.\" I scratched my gourd and worked out how to explain it all.

\"Yes?\"

\"Been thinking \'bout all that, I really have, \'cause I want this- you and me. Thing is, I know you\'re you, not Peg or my mother or anyone. You\'re you and you\'re what I want, what I need. It just took me by surprise.\" I leaned in close again, hoping.

\"But you\'re straight.\"

\"Uh, well- less and less every day. I mean, even if I\'d still had doubts about getting physical with you- that thing you did- your mouth. I just can\'t dream of saying no to that. Kinda wanna do that for you, too- that and anything else you want,\" I answered, letting my voice drop when I got to the end, making sure he knew I meant it, wanted it. He leaned a little, too.

\"Rush, you\'re sure?\" he asked hoarsely, \"We let this happen and it doesn\'t last . . . Nannette . . .\"

\"Hey, you think us being apart has been good for her? She knows when we\'re miserable. Better to try than not.\" I slung my arm \'round his shoulder and nosed my way into the crook of his neck, making him moan.

\"You do have a point,\" he concurred, sliding a hand into my hair encouragingly. \"It would be irresponsible for us not to do what we thought best -oh nice- best for Nannette.\"

\"And I\'m nothin\' if not a responsible guy nowadays,\" I hissed into his ear before tasting just behind it.

We made like horny teenagers, necking and humping on the couch for a good long time before Denny stopped us because \"There was no reason to rush, Rush,\" which made us both kind of laugh through changing gears. He was right though, now that we\'d gotten past the misunderstandings and my personal freak-out, we could do things right- not have our first time be a panicked, overtired quicky on a hotel sofa while we listened with half an ear for Nannette to wake up. So we went to bed, me on the couch and Denny in my bed, because he\'d spent the night before sleeping on a Greyhound. Did I say I was gonna kill Lula?

***

In the next day, we took The Little Cherry Blossom to see the fishies. She was really fascinated by the stingrays. She said they looked like birds flying through the water, which was way too astute for a three and a half year old, and made my goofy heart jump up with pride. She definitely got her brains from Peggy\'s side of the family. By the time dinner rolled around, Nannette was barely keeping her pretty little eyes open, so we ordered in room service, fed her mac and cheese with brussels sprouts and tucked her in for the night.

The whole evening spread out before us, we went right to bed, too. See, as right as it had felt the night before to slow down and wait until Denny\'d had some rest and we could be sure of The Little Rosebud sleeping through our good time, we hadn\'t figured on the effect of spending the day in arms reach of each other without the privacy to get some satisfaction. And really, it was Denny\'s fault. He had to be all goofily charming and smell so good. Plus, I kept catching him checking out my package, which I\'m not in any way ashamed of, but when Denny was eyeing me up, I couldn\'t help getting all flustered.

So, like I said, we just tucked Nannette in, locked up and met in my- now our bedroom. It had a queen-sized bed (sorta fitting) and Denny just stripped down to his shorts, crowded up next to me and pushed me down onto the bed without saying a word. Then he crawled on top of me, pushed my arms above my head and kissed me like there was no tomorrow and yesterday was looking iffy, too. Technically speaking, we were about the same size, but Denny had always seemed kinda light, wiry or something, but I have to tell ya, he made the most of it. He was all over me, his mouth- all eager lips and slick, sweet tongue- his mouth exploring mine then working down my neck to suck and lick. His one hand held my wrists tight, keeping me from touching him, and his other hand sought out a nipple through my t-shirt, pinching and rubbing it to hardness, then slid down across my belly to cup my dick through my jeans making me push up against him.

Then he sat us up, pulling- just about ripping- my shirt off, almost taking my ears with it. He stopped in for a quick dirty kiss on my mouth before popping my fly open and tugging my pants off. Then his mouth was on me, sucking my dick in, all hot, wet and eager, like I was the best thing he\'d ever tasted. I let myself collapse back on the bed and Denny pushed my legs wide to get in closer. It was so good- he was sliding his lips almost all the way down, getting my whole cock in his mouth and he was doing something really good with the way he was squeezing my nuts and pushing back behind them. There was this one spot that- yow, every time he hit it, I couldn\'t stop from pushing into his deep, dark perfect mouth and grunting because it was so great. It was so great.

It was so great that I couldn\'t let him keep going- not like that- not with me having all the fun and him doing all the work. So I used my hands which were already threaded through his hair to pull his mouth off of me as I worked on getting coherent long enough to tell him what I wanted. \"Us both together,\" I told him and yeah, that made little sense, but Denny seemed to follow anyway and let me up. I scooted up the bed and turned around. Then I reached out and yanked on his shorts, getting them half way down his thighs, which was enough for me.

\"How do you want me?\" Denny asked, all business, keen to get back to it.

\"Sixty-nine,\" I hissed and leaned over to take his dick in my mouth. He just moaned and pushed us down on our sides so we were lined up nicely. So that\'s what we did, exploring each other with hands and mouths and I found out that I really like giving head. It was the dirtiest, sweetest, most animal thing I\'d ever done, and I was no saint to begin with. I was really digging it, the taste of him- salty and a little bitter at the tip where he\'d kinda leaked- and the feel of his skin- soft over hard- sliding against the roof of my mouth, gently scraping against my teeth, and the warm earthy smell of him- one that said that he really liked this.

We got a good rhythm going and he started doing that thing with my balls again, which made it hard to concentrate on the task at hand- uh mouth, but there was no way I was gonna ask him to stop. After a minute, I adapted, working my mouth during the lulls in his pattern, a system he seemed to like and we had ourselves a party now. I was getting close and Denny\'s breathing kept hitching and stuttering like he was forgetting to breathe altogether until his lungs complained, so I figured he was in the same state.

Denny sped up his mouth, not letting me take my turns anymore, pulling on my one hip to urge me to thrust faster, harder into his mouth and I let his dick slip free of my mouth \'cause I was afraid I\'d bite him without thinking. I kept close though, letting his bucking hips make him slide across my cheek and tickle my lips. I slipped a hand around his dick and pressed it back against my face to get him some friction, loving the feel of him against my skin.

Denny stroked a finger across my ass and then down the crease which made me jump, but I was game for anything because- hell, why not? I never would have guessed how good sucking cock was gonna be, so there was no telling what else I\'d like. \"Yeah, do it, Den. I wanna know,\" I whispered, amazed that I could get the words out. So he slid a wet finger inside me and sucked the frickin\' life out of me, as I came in his mouth and shit I was really, really gay because that was so good that I didn\'t even mind how he gave three hard pushes against my cheek and came getting spunk in my ear. To tell you the truth, I kinda like that- it was bizarrely intimate.

So, now there\'s a whole lot left to my story- Denny and me getting together was just the beginning, but that\'s where I\'m stopping, because that\'s when my life started making sense in a way it never had before. I will say this though; we\'re a happy little family, the three of us and no matter how long we get to stay that way, every day\'s worth it- worth the risk of losing it all. Hell, one day of this happy little family is worth more than every day I ever had as an independent put together and I wasn\'t gonna forget that on a bet.

The End