Down Where I Live (Part 2 of 2 Parts)

 Markwildyr.com, Post #229

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Hope you liked Part 1 because here’s Part 2 of the story of Thad and Orry. Last week, Thad responded to Orry's confession by squeezing his hand. Maybe Orry's going to take advantage of that is some way, what do you think?

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He opened my hand and put something big and hard and alive in my palm. With a great deal of effort, I closed my fingers around it.

“Oh, shit, Thaddie!” He slid the silky thing across my hand, shoving his hips forward until a warm sac rested against my flesh. “That feels good,” he cooed. “Feel good to you?”

One to the testicles.

He hiccupped a laugh. “Cripes! You’re talking to my cock and balls.”

The warm sac left my hand, replaced by that hot, swollen dick. Man, I wished I could see it. I gripped the thing as hard as I could.

“Oh, fuck! Can I do it to your hand, Thad?”

Motionlessly, I shared his rising excitement as he pumped himself in and out of my tingling fist. “Oh, shit, Thad! That’s great! Better’n any hand job I ever gave myself. Better’n anything! Oh, God! I’m coming, man. I’m coming!”

I felt pressure on my chest as he steadied himself through his ejaculation. Oh, how I wanted to watch that! Something warm lubricated my palm, and I knew Orion Dozier had shared his most precious possession…his semen. A pleasant glow seemed to suffuse my body. Slowly, Orry ceased moving. The orgasm was over; he grew soft in my hand.

“That was awesome, Thad. Never thought it would happen in a million years. Thought it was a pipe dream. Shit, you probably think I’m a dirty creep now.” He gave a half-sob, half-laugh as I squeezed twice. “I’ve loved you forever, man, but I was scared, Thaddie. That’s why I never tried anything. Scared you’d bust me in the chops and go get another best friend. Right now, I better clean you up before somebody comes in.”

I suffered an acute sense of loss as he withdrew from my hand and escaped my approaching headache by slinking back to the dark place even as he was washing his cum from me.

****

Hospital Voices drew me up out of the cocoon. Jostling. I was being moved. That meant tests. That CAT thing and poking and prodding and talking about me like I was a radish or something. Mom and Dad arrived all excited about what Orry had told them. Jeez, I hoped he hadn’t got carried away and told them everything!

“It’s wonderful news, honey,” Mom gushed. “Orry was so excited when he told us about you gripping him.”

Oh, shit! Gripping his hand. His hand! Yeah, it was wonderful, but not like she meant. Orion Dozier, the most handsome, masculine hunk in the whole world loved me in the same beautiful way I loved him!

“Can you do it for me, honey? Can you hold my hand and talk to me like you did Orry?”

Had I been capable of it, I would have snickered because she was clasping the palm where Orry puddled his poodle last night. Nonetheless, I acted the good son and squeezed.

She shrieked, “He answered me! He answered me!”

****

“Hello, dumbfuckingshit.” I popped out of my hole so quickly I shook the bed. “Hey! You moved! You too embarrassed to sit up and talk to me? I’m not. I went home and thought about what we did…what we said, and I don’t regret a thing except all the time we wasted chasing girls. I’m staying with you again tonight. Doctors say I’m good for you. What a blast! Finally found out what I’m good for.” The joking tone fell away. “You wanta do it again? If you’re really sure, squeeze my hand three times. If you’re downright enthusiastic, squeeze me four times.”

One. Two. Three Four. Five!

His voice went thick. “You wanta keep doing it after you get over all this coma shit?”

One.

“We’ll do more’n just jerk off, too. I wanta do it all, every fucking wonderful thing one guy can do for another… right through college and the infinity beyond! I’ll make you so fucking happy you’ll never leave me for anybody. But rest now. When it gets quiet, I’ll wake you.”

I didn’t want to leave him, but I did. I went back down to do some leisurely thinking. I wanted him any way and every way! Kisses, hugs, blowjobs, fucking… everything! I drifted up into the glow to find Orry speaking to me.

“Everything’s quiet now, and I’m hard for you, Thad. Can I do it?”

Before I could squeeze properly, something warm and alive was pressed into my hand. Orry’s cock. Man, it felt big!

He panted a little as he chattered away while fucking my fist. “When we do it for real, can I come in your mouth? You can cum in mine. I’ll blow you until you blast into orbit! I’d do it now, but they’ve got you hooked up to that catheter thingy so you can piss in the bed without… well, pissing in the bed. Thaddie, that feels so good!” He was hunching, masturbating himself in my hand. “Can you feel me?” I gripped the throbbing shaft harder. “You like it?”

One. Two. Three. Four. Five!

“That good? Oh, shit, Thaddie, here it comes! I’m gonna blow my load! Oh, fuck!”

Warm, wet, slick. His seed. His cum. His essence heating up my hand and lubricating the passage of his penis through my feeble grip. And then there was pressure on my chest as he leaned down to kiss me, bringing a tingling to my lips. My hand firmly around his half-tumescent cock, I did the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I made a sound.

“Eeee” It more of a whistle than anything else.

“Did you say something, Thad? Eeee? Orry?”

I squeezed his shrinking prick once and breathed another word. “Ait…”

“Ate? No… no. Wait?”

One long squeeze so hard he began to stiffen.

“Orry, wait for me? Is that what you mean? Don’t worry, you sexy, dumbfuckingshit! I’ll wait for you forever. I’m not going anywhere! I’ll be here, and we’ll make love until you’re sick of me. You just hurry up and come back to me, Thad. Please!”

Contented, I went back down where I lived. But I wouldn’t stay there forever, just long enough to gather my strength so I could get out of this bed and fuck that good-looking stud cross-eyed.

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Can you imagine what a storm they’ll create between themselves when Thad completes his journey back? Or maybe he won’t make it. Dear reader, it’s up to you to complete the story. I’d be interested in seeing your conclusions. Who knows, maybe I’ll publish some of them in my next blog.

 

More Wildyr Tales, a second anthology of some of my stories, was published as an ebook on September 24. A print version should follow soon.

 

I expect the third anthology called Gabacho and Other Wildyr Stories to be released in January of next year.

 

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Mark

 

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