By Marianne
Antigua, 1982
There’s Nick, staring at the ceiling passing a red ball from hand to hand. Nothing to do; and not much to do now…why was his mind wandering to those places he swore to burry deep in the hollows of his thoughts? Why was he lusting for John so badly? He laid his head against the pillow and closed his eyes. John’s smile appeared from behind his eyelids. He opened his eyes, quite surprised to find John awkwardly staring at him from the door.
“Uh, sorry Nick, you uh, left the door open,” he said with a smile. “Everything okay? You seem a little off…”
“Just a bit tired is all,” Nick said.
“Mind if I come in?”
Nick shrugged. Come on, they were friends since forever…
John sat at the edge of bed. Nick tossed him the ball. John caught it, though nearly missing.
“It’s all the traveling, right?”
Nick nodded as John gave him back his ball. He sat up. John’s perfume reached his nose, tickling his senses. There was always a hint of cigarette smoke in it, and hair spray. John laughed and touched Nick’s arm.
“Simon was all grumpy out there, you should have seen him. I think this weather is getting to all of us”
“Yeah” Nick said under his breath.
“What’s the matter Nicky; you don’t always sound like that”
Nick breathed.
“I…”
Suddenly, John’s hand was on the bulge of his blue loose trousers, and Nick sighed positively delighted. He didn’t plan to back away. John’s hand was so warm, big and strong.
“This is what you want, right?” he said gently, massaging his bulge. Nick closed his eyes and let out a breath. “Oh yes, you need it, and you need it from me”
John suddenly stopped and Nick’s deception was almost too palpable.
He blocked the door and came back to the bed, manipulating Nick’s white belt buckle open and so the button and the fly. Nick watched as John pulled his cock out of the underwear and stroked it. It felt like his own, but oh so different.
“I’ve known for some time, Nicky” John laughed. Nick’s cock leaked in his hand. Nick trembled. “How you always try to hide it around me…” He gave it a nice squeeze and Nick gasped. “And I thought I was the only one hiding feelings…”
At this point he swung out his own cock, bigger than Nick’s. Nick was staring at it.
“I’ll let you play with it, but not now, we can do that later” he removed Nick’s trousers and chucked them aside. “Legs apart, this you will like.”
Nick did as he said and John’s finger started to rub his ass.
“What are you doing, John?” he choked.
“Relax Nicky, just having a little fun”
He reached for a moisturizer on Nick’s bedside table and coated his finger, pressing it inside his bud, silently laughing when Nick moaned at the raid.
“God what a nice little ass you have…we’re gonna have so much fun!”
“John…” but Nick didn’t finish, it was a nice feeling, quite a pleasant little pain when John moved his finger in and out. His ass was so tight a finger could barely fit, but John was patient and soon he was pumping a second one knuckles deep, sending Nick to a place in paradise so far and marvelous.
“Oh John, I’m gonna cum!” Nick moaned all shivery and hot, his ass tightening, contracting. “Ah! John…”
Nick was panting.
“Yes, cum for me, Nicky, cum, cum”
And he did. Nick cried out when the orgasm hit and lay there panting while John grinned at him, pumping his fingers until it passed. He finally removed his hand.
After a beat, John rose up and asked Nick to sit in front of him, his cock fully erected leveled at his lips. John pated Nick’s face and lips with his penis, all the while grinning and watching Nick’s gleaming eyes.
“Suck” he said. And Nick eagerly opened his mouth.
“Mmm” he sucked on his cock, so surprised at its taste. He paused. “Am I doing it right, John?”
“Yeah” John whispered and dug a hand through Nick’s hair. Nick sped up his rhythm always careful not to gag; he was so into it, enjoying it so much. Suddenly, John shook, and moaned, fucking his face. The warm explosion slid down the corners of Nick’s mouth, and he was slightly smiling, while he swallowed.
John pulled back and caught his breath as he sat on the floor. Nick licked his lips and followed John. John carefully took his small body in arms and kissed his forehead. Nick had shinny traces of cum in his mouth and John wiped him with his finger, pressing it against his lips. Nick licked his finger clean and…
Pum, pum!
“Nick?” Roger’s voice came from outside, “You there?”
“Um, yes,” he said nervously as John started to pick up his pants.
“Come out! And get John! We don’t want to be late for rehearsal!”
Nick and John looked from one another, not really knowing what to do.
