Heart's Sovereignty - 1. Chapter 1

I couldn’t way what it was that had pulled me into the used bookstore

I pulled myself out of the pool as soon as I heard the
shrill whistle that signaled the end of practice. I was lucky that I had
finished my breaststroke laps just in time. As I set foot on the cool tile
floor surrounding the pool, I let the water drip off of my body and my uniform
speedos for a moment. I had been in the pool for two and half hours that day.
It had been one of our most rigorous practices of the season, but given how the
team over all performed in our last meet, I could understand why coach was
riding us as hard as he was. If we performed that poorly again, there would be
no way that we would be going to the regional finals this year.

I was on autopilot as I walked into the locker room. All
around me, I heard the sound of the guys. Many were complaining about how sore
their muscles were and how hard the coach had been pushing us lately. Despite
the ruthless ache in my every appendage, I had other things on my mind at the
moment, mainly Gavin, the captain of our swim team. Right now he was relating
his exploits over the weekend. I couldn’t help but envy the girl on the tennis
team he was bragging to the other guys about. I would have given anything to
have been her, to have felt his strong muscles and finally see what I had
admired from afar up close and personal. I had to stop that train of thought as
soon as it begun, or risk teasing from the guys. True, given the nature of our
sport, a little good-natured teasing happened from time to time, but that was
the last thing I wanted at the moment.

I stripped off my suit, slipped on my sandals and headed
over to the shower. For a moment, I forgot everything as I felt the blast of
warm water run over my skin. I stood perfectly still for a split second,
allowing the tepid stream to loosen up my muscles before I began to wash
myself, handling the soap with great care. I had made the mistake of dropping
the soap once and been ridiculed for it for over a month. I promised myself
that I would make sure never to repeat that mistake.

“Hey Andrew, what are you doing this weekend?” Russell half
shouted. I turned my head to look at the diver who was in the process of
pulling on his boxers.

“It’s my little brother’s birthday, so any plans I might
have had have been kicked out the window for ‘family events’,” I responded, my
voice far from enthusiastic. I didn’t dislike my little brother, heck, most of
the time I even enjoyed Chris’ company, but sometimes, I just wanted to have
some time and space to myself.

“Sorry to hear it man,” Russell responded as he began to pull
on his shirt. As I turned my head back towards the shower wall, I was able to
catch a brief glimpse of my favorite site on the swim team. Gavin was showering
a couple stalls away from me, and I couldn’t prevent myself from taking in the
full image. He was slightly shorter than I was, but had the classic swimmer’s
build, making his body a thing of beauty. I was especially affixed by his tight
rear end. I had to turn away before I attracted any attention. I forced myself
to think about the most disturbing, non-arousing things I could to prevent a
certain biological reaction from occurring. I was lucky, this time, in that my
will was able to overpower my basic biology. I turned off the showerhead and
wrapped my towel around my waist as I walked back to my locker. While drying
myself off, I could have sworn that I had felt a pair of eyes watching my every
move, but as I have been known to be a very self-conscious person, I figured it
was something that I chalked up to my imagination. I got dressed quickly and
left the locker room. It felt like I had forgotten something, but I didn’t have
time to wonder what it was. If I didn’t hurry, I would miss the bus to Fifth
Avenue, and that was the last thing I needed at the moment.

* * *

I couldn’t say what it was that had pulled me into that used
bookstore. Well, I could say that it was the fact that I had put off shopping
for my little brother’s birthday present till the last possible second and I
was desperate, but that wouldn’t be completely honest. The truth was that when
I first looked into that bookstore’s window, I felt like I was being drawn
inside; being a creature of instinct, naturally, I obliged.

I had looked almost everywhere for a gift for my little bro,
but the issue was I already knew what my parents and extended family were
getting him, and I knew what most of his friends had probably decided on as
well. So here I was, just out of swim practice, the faint smell of chlorine
still in my short hazelnut-brown hair, crouched down, looking through second
hand books.

There was no discernable order or pattern to the books. A
copy of The Catcher in the Rye was right
next to one of Winston Churchill’s volumes of the Second World War. The guy
behind the counter was clearly active, or wanted to be active, during the
counter culture of the 1960s; so it probably wouldn’t have been much help to
ask him for assistance. I knew my little brother was fond of mysteries, so I
walked back and forth between the shelves of books, hoping to find a pattern in
all of this disorder. It was then that I saw it. A curious looking book bound
in black leather with a title written in a red, almost Gothic style font: Pectus
pectoris Imperium. It had been a while
since the Latin class I took during my freshman year; if memory served, it
translated to The Heart’s Sovereignty. Given the title, I didn’t think it was something that Chris would
care for, but the Latin name and air of enigma this book’s cover possessed
intrigued me. As my fingers touched the aged pages, I felt what I thought was a
spark of static electricity. However, considering the dry weather that we’ve
been having in the city, it was easy to dismiss.

I opened the book slowly and it took my eyes a moment to
adjust to the small writing inside. When they finally did, I was shocked. The
entire book was written in Latin. I had only taken a single class of it during
freshman year and had been taking German ever since, ironically, with the
thought that learning Latin would never come in handy enough to pursue further.
I knew that consciously I should have put the book back on the shelf and to
stop wasting time, but I couldn’t prevent myself from flipping through some of
the pages. I stopped about a third of the way through the book looking at a
particularly complex set of sentences. The little I could translate spoke of a
way to control the heart of whomever one desired. I scoffed at this aloud,
attracting the attention of the few other patrons that were in the dimly store.
Against my better judgment, I murmured the two lines relating to controlling
the heart, taking my time in reciting the Latin phrases. As soon as I had
finished, I felt the tingling sensation that I had experienced when I had first
touched the cover. I closed the heavy book and put it back on the shelf, all
the while whispering to myself about what a “load of hooey” such a book was.

Despite myself, I continued pondering those phrases as I
resumed my browsing until I heard the ring of the small bell above the bookstore’s
door. I turned from a particularly cluttered bookshelf to see Gavin in the
doorway. I couldn’t prevent the fluttering feeling in my chest as I looked at
him. Seeing the soft features of his face, hypnotic green eyes, and the russet
locks of his hair slightly covering his eyes all made me lose focus on my task
at hand.

“Hey man, what are you doing here?” I asked, walking away
from the useless shelves, hoping against hope that this wasn’t just
coincidence.

“You left your
goggles in the locker room. You had mentioned that you were going to be
browsing book stores on Fifth Avenue before practice, so I just got lucky by
finding you,” he explained, his soothing voice causing my toes to curl inside
my shoes.

“Oh, you didn’t have to trouble yourself. You could’ve just
called,” I responded, using everything I had learned in my sophomore drama
class to hide my disappointment.

“Since when have you ever answered your phone, Andrew?” he
shot back. I could not prevent myself from smiling.

“Thanks,” I
said simply extending my hand for the goggles. It was then that I noticed the
look on Gavin’s face; it was one of pure mischief.

“You think
you’re getting off that easy? Getting me to come all the way out here involves
you buying me dinner, at least.”

“Well, you got a point there,” I admitted, trying to keep my
excitement in check. Even though I was friendly with Gavin, I didn’t spend
nearly enough time with him to satisfy me on a personal level. “Do you have a
country of preference?” I asked. One of the many advantages of this end of
Fifth Avenue was that there were restaurants all the way from Afghani family
style buffet to a Zambian cafŽ that I often enjoyed going to after class.

“How does Fa Cai sound, it’s just around the corner?” Gavin
asked, his grin still firmly in place. It was one of the better known Dim Sum
restaurants in the city and it had been entirely too long since I had been
there. I happily agreed and decided that I would go back to shopping for my
little brother as soon as I was done with the meal. ‘It’s just a dinner,’ I
told myself as I followed Gavin out of the dimly lit store.

Fa Cai was just a short walk from the bookstore. The
restaurant was a little crowded, but I wasn’t surprised. It was late on a
Thursday afternoon and the sun was just beginning to set; still, we were seated
and in short order. Cart after cart filled with dishes came rushing past our
table. All the while, Gavin and I passed the time chatting about our previous
meets and what waited ahead for us. I couldn’t be certain, but when our fingers
brushed when we both reached for the teapot, his hand seemed to linger for a
few more seconds than was necessary. I was probably just imagining things;
there was no way that the mindless dribble that I read in the book could have
had any effect. ‘Easy Andrew,’ I thought to myself, ‘it’s just a dinner between
two friends.’

“So, did you have any luck finding a gift for Chris?” Gavin
asked between bites of a pot-sticker, interrupting my thoughts. I was surprised
that he knew my little brother’s name. For all of his good qualities, I had
never thought that attention to those sorts of details had been among them.

“He’s a tough guy to shop for, but then again, I suck at
shopping for people,” I confessed, responding with a half grin as I grabbed for
the last barbequed pork rice roll with my chopsticks.

“I’m not half
bad at the whole shopping thing if you want some help,” he offered nonchalantly.

“Really?” I said raising one of eyebrows ever so slightly,
trying to suppress both the wonder that Gavin revealed that he was good at
shopping as well as excitement at the prospect of spending more time with the
man of my dreams.

“When you have three older sisters, you pick up on those
sorts of things,” he retorted.

“I can’t argue with that,” I answered while nodding in
agreement. I paid the bill and followed Gavin back to the small secondhand
bookstore. As I watched him search the shelves, I couldn’t help but be
fascinated by everything he did. The way he shifted through the unorganized
bookshelves hunting for the perfect one, how he bit his lower lip when he began
to flip through books of interest, how he leaned against the dusty shelves when
he read the back covers, it was nearly enough to drive a boy mad, and left me
craving to learn his every habit.

It didn’t take him long to find an early print of a Dorothy
Sayers novel in relatively good condition. It was exactly what I had been
looking for and I couldn’t prevent myself from giving Gavin a small hug to
thank him. When I tried to remove myself from the embrace, I found that his
arms were seemingly fixed around my torso. It was only for a moment but I
couldn’t help but wonder. ‘He’s only helping you as a friend,’ I reminded
myself, ‘nothing more.’

I paid for the book and thanked Gavin for all his help. When
we left the bookstore, I began walking to the bus stop so that I could begin
the journey that involved two different bus rides, as well as a short hop on a
tram, to get back towards where I live. I sat down on the bench at the bus stop
and I looked back to watch Gavin walking back to his car. “Argh, even from far
away he looks amazing!” I whispered to myself.

I was just about to turn my attention elsewhere when I saw
him turn around and start walking towards me. I quickly averted my gaze, hoping
that he hadn’t caught me watching him. When I finally dared to look back he was
right next to me.

“Uh…if you want, I could give you a ride?” He offered. If I
didn’t know better, I would have sworn that I could have heard a soft plea in
his voice.

“Dude, you’ve already been such a big help, I don’t want to
give you any more trouble,” I answered, doing my best not to sound over eager
at the prospect.

“It wouldn’t be any trouble at all. I just have to stop at
home first so I can drop off my swim gear.” I did like the idea of enjoying
Gavin’s company for a bit longer, especially when compared to the tedious
torture of enduring public transportation, especially in this city.

“If you really don’t mind,” I said with a grin, and a slight
shrug of one shoulder. As I followed Gavin to his car, I remained silent for I
knew my voice would betray just how excited I was at the prospect of seeing his
home for the first time. This silence continued during the car ride as we let
the sounds of one of the local alternative rock radio station fill the void
when all attempts at small talk failed. More than once, out of the corner of my
eye, I could have sworn that I saw Gavin looking over at me with something
lingering behind those enticing emerald eyes. I couldn’t figure out what it
was. ‘It’s just a car ride, Andrew,’ I tried to beat into my subconscious, ‘you
need to get a hold of yourself.’

As we pulled into the driveway, there seemed to be a long
moment that rested between us. Neither of us said anything, but in that moment,
where everything was possible, I heard the words I had often hoped for, but
dared not dream of. “Any chance that you want to come in for a bit?” He
offered. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard a slight quiver in his voice. I
attributed whatever I thought I had heard to wishful thinking as I nodded my
head. I opened the car door and grabbed my cell phone to call my mom. I let her
know that I was going to hang out at a friend’s house for a bit and I would be
home a little later than I originally planned. I expected the traditional riot
act that all mother’s read to their children about not spending enough time
with their family and not having their priorities straight. However, fate
seemed to be in my favor as my mother sounded too preoccupied to put up the
usual fight, and just told me to call as I headed back home.

When I turned around I saw Gavin waiting for me on his
porch. His house was gargantuan, one that makes you envy the lifestyle of its
inhabitants as you drive by. It was three stories tall, with the outer walls
made of an old style brick, hinting that the house is from a time of old.
Several large bay windows reveal the comforts within, teasing the mind of what
treasures await inside. The front landscaping was littered with spiral trees,
lilac bushes, elegant flowers, and a well manicured lawn. Gavin’s house was
beautiful and suited him perfectly, clearly putting to shame my two story
townhouse.

I walked up onto his porch as he unlocked the door, I
followed Gavin into his house, taking in all the details that I could; all the
while, keeping one of my eyes on the light blue denim jeans framing Gavin’s
tight rear. The inside of Gavin’s house matched the brilliance of its exterior.
We were met with a grand foyer leading off to a brilliant wooden staircase that
wrapped itself around the curved walls leading to the upper levels, with a
pristine chandelier hanging in all its luxury in the middle. Gavin led the way
up the stairs with his bag.

“Aren’t you coming?” he asked, when he noticed I rooted
myself in the foyer. “Come on man, I’ll show you my room.”

I nodded and started following Gavin up the grand staircase
as he led the way to his room. I knew Gavin’s family was well-off, the
Trithemius’ were famous for it, but I never imagined that they were this
wealthy. Each room I saw shined with possessions that only a large fortune
could acquire. The house itself was a testimony to a life everyone desperately
craves, yet very often falls short of. Very suddenly, I felt so out of place.
As though the house itself was judging me and might spit me out to the curb for
my family’s mediocre income.

When we reached the top floor, Gavin led us down a large
hallway. The walls were lined with portraits on both sides. Detailing by the
names on the plaques under each one, they were descendants of Gavin’s family. I
paused at the largest one on the end of the hall. It was of a gruff looking man
with graying hair. He had a stern look about him, as if he was judging everyone
that passed his hanging place. The plaque under it read “Johannes Trithemius:
1462 r11; 1516”

“Oh, that’s my great, great, great, great uncle Jo. Charming
fellow, isn’t he?” Gavin scoffed, when he noticed I was lingering at the
portrait.

“Yeah, he looks like a real babe magnet,” I joked

Gavin gave the cutest snort of laughter and said with a
playful smile, “Yeah, definitely! Probably had to beat the ladies off with a
stick, he did.” I chuckled, and Gavin continued, “Yeah, I hate this painting,
it always creeps me out at night. Johannes Trithemius was famous for being a leader
for this pagan rebellion, or occult, or whatever; so my father won’t take the
painting down because of ‘family honor.’”

“…My dad is the exact same way with a Sports Illustrated
poster of Marilyn Monroe my grandfather gave him,” I teased.

Gavin chuckled once again with his infectious laugh. “Come
on man, my room’s right here,” he said as he opened the door to the right. I
gave the portrait a final glance, Johannes’ brooding, damning eyes seemed be
looking right at me or rather through me. I didn’t try to suppress the small
shiver as I hurried into Gavin’s room.

His room was that of a typical “jock.” It was large and worn
clothes littered the floor, every piece of furniture were covered with books,
magazines and whatever seemed to catch Gavin’s interest at the time, sport and
car posters were hanging on every wall except over his bed. Over his headboard
were three colorful watercolor paintings of landscapes, kids playing in a park
and of the front of our school. They seemed so out of place considering the
chosen decor of the rest of the room.

“Wow, these are pretty good,” I commented while walking to
get a closer look.

“…Thanks,” I turned to see Gavin shift his weight
uncomfortably. ‘They’re my sad attempts at being an amateur artist.”

“Gavin, you did these?” He nodded. “Dude, they’re amazing!”

“…really?”

“Yeah, why haven’t you ever told anyone you could paint?”

“Well, I’m shy about it, you know? I don’t usually like to
show my work off to many people. Besides, if the guys on the team heard that I
liked or was good at art, I’d never hear the end of it.”

I laughed. “True, Russell and James would show no mercy with
that,” I said.

“Yeah, I can hear it now, ‘…here comes Gavin van Gogh, swim
captain of the twinkle fairies!’”

We both chuckled and Gavin grabbed his bag and said, “I’m
going to go change real quick, make yourself comfortable.”

As he walked to his bathroom and closed the door, I sat down
in a plush chair next to one of the huge windows in his room. I looked at all
the cluttered contents on the coffee table next to me. There were sketches of
random things, graphic pens scattered everywhere and under an open notebook was
a corner of a familiar leather cover. I picked it up and was surprised to see
the same red text and gothic font scripting the Latin title. I knew it
instantly. “Dude, you’ll never believe this,” I called out.

“What?” I heard Gavin respond from his bathroom.

“There was a copy of this book in the used bookstore.”

“Really? What book?” Gavin said, opening the door to the
bathroom. I couldn’t prevent my mouth from opening just slightly. There he was,
clad only in black, form hugging, briefs. My mind ceased to function on a
rational level, as I was overcome by lust and a slightly different sensation
from that which I had experienced when I had first touched the Pectus
pectoris Imperium. I put the book on the
table while getting up from the chair. I walked toward Gavin slowly, not really
sure what the hell I was doing or thinking, until I had wrapped both of my arms
around his torso and pressed my lips gently against his. For a long moment, I
stood there in a state of complete shock and bliss, until I felt Gavin’s hands
on my back, his tongue pressed against my lips, begging entrance. I was only
too happy to grant it.

That kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity. I allowed
myself to drift off into a heavenly daze as I kissed the guy that I have been
dreaming about for far too long. My heart felt like it was going to burst with
excitement. He tasted so sweet. So perfect. I didn’t ever want to break the
kiss. I didn’t want to be crushed by reality and have him deny me in a sick
tease of fate.

Eventually, we had to break it off, mainly for air. Gavin
had this discernable look on his face; his green eyes shining right through me
and a small grin on his soft lips. My mind was swimming with questions that
were beginning to get the better of me.

“But…what about the tennis player?” I asked.

“Oh…that. Haven’t you ever heard of necessary cover
stories?” He responded with a mischievous smile, just before he locked his lips
with mine. This time there was no hesitation as our tongues slid past each
other.

I didn’t know how long we stood there kissing, no words
passing between us. Just our bodies tightly embracing the other, our lips
pressed together and our tongues eagerly exploring the other’s mouth. We
stopped again as I helped Gavin to pull my grey t-shirt over my head and toss it
to the side. He then pulled me by the waistline of my pants onto his bed,
guiding me on top of him. We resumed our tongue lock, our hands roving up and
down each other’s body. I reluctantly broke our kiss and moved my focus to the
rosy flesh of his nipple. I slowly slid my tongue over it and could not prevent
myself from grinning as I heard Gavin let out a small moan.

I paused and looked up at Gavin, admiring every breathtaking
detail of his face. I reached out, slowly brushing a lock of his rust colored
hair from his forehead, his emerald eyes looking into mine, leaving me utterly
mesmerized by their brilliance. In that moment, I sent up a silent prayer,
thanking whatever deities I could name for blessing the world with something
so…magical.

“You have no idea how long I’ve
waited for this Gavin,” I whispered, my voice drenched with the sound of lust
and fulfillment.

“Chances are not as long as I have,” he responded, his voice filled with a
passion that I couldn’t resist as I gave him a gentle kiss. He grabbed one of
my hands and placed it over the front of his briefs. I could feel his
excitement through the thin material. “It’s been unbearable to resist you,” he
whispered as he playfully bit at my shoulder.

I was so far beyond excited at this point and I couldn’t
respond verbally, I just squeezed gently at his member through the black
fabric. I positioned myself over him and ground my hips into his, knowing that
he could feel my excitement beneath my long board-shorts and boxers. We wasted
no more words as I kicked off my sandals and took off my shorts.

My hands began exploring his lower back while his caressed
my sides. The sensation of his hands on me as I slowly grinded into him was
overwhelming me with desire. I was actually here with the guy I had spent the
last three years fantasizing about. I was afraid that it wasn’t real. That I
had slipped into one of my fantasies and all of this was a product of my
imagination. I moved my hand from kneading Gavin’s backside and I pinched myself
to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Gavin saw me do this and chuckled lightly. He
pulled me down into a warm kiss, all the confirmation I needed that this was
real.

I broke off kissing him to look him in the eye. No words
were needed as he gave a frantic nod. Slowly, deliberately, all the while
alternatively licking and kissing his chest, I peeled the last vestige of his
clothing. I leaned back to observe Gavin in all of his naked glory, his manhood
standing as a mast against the short rust colored bush above it. My mouth began
to water at the thoughts of what was to happen. I bowed my head and placed my
lips at the tip of his organ.

I licked the slit first, slightly teasing him with my
tongue, and then surrounded his member with my lips. I began to bob my head up
and down the magnificent appendage while my left hand traveled to its base. I
began to make small circles with my thumb on the underside of his cock. He
began to thrust into my mouth in time to match my oral ministrations. After
getting used to his seven and a half inches of glory, I was eventually able to
take almost all of it into my mouth and I rejoiced in the sounds of his fervent
moans. I removed my hand from the base of his cock to start playing with his
nut sack. Gavin’s moans became more vigorous as I played with his family
jewels. I must have done something right because Gavin let out a strangled cry
as he released his seed into my mouth. It took all of my control not to gag at
the sudden flood of life essence, but I was able to drink it all. It was a
strange taste, but one that I could find myself coming to love. Gavin then sat
up, slightly out of breath and stripped me of my boxers. My erection sprung
free and he looked me in the eyes and gave me a wicked smile, a look of pure
desire on his face.

“I want that…in me…now,” he whispered, after he slowly,
almost torturously liked the helix of my ear.

“Gavin…are you sure?” I asked. I was shocked by his request,
but my manhood was beginning to throb at the very thought.

“I’ve wanted it ever since the first day in the showers.
Lube is in the second drawer,” he replied. I opened the drawer and gently
removed the tube of transparent substance. I applied it liberally to my index
and middle fingers. When I turned my focus back to Gavin, he had rolled over
onto his stomach, slightly raising his tight rear up towards me. I shivered in
anticipation as I slowly slid my index finger into his tight rosebud. Gavin let
out a struggled moan and I held my finger in there for a moment, waiting for
Gavin’s body to accommodate to the intrusion. I then began to move it in and
out of him, slowly so his body could get used to the sensation. Gavin began
thrusting his rear back onto my finger let me know that he wanted more.

I gently slid my middle finger in and began to piston his
hole. As soon as I heard Gavin moaning, I began to scissor my fingers
cautiously, knowing the strong sensations that it could induce from the few
times that I had played with my own ass. I continued fingering him until Gavin
pleaded for me to enter him. I removed my fingers and liberally applied
lubricant to both my cock and his entrance. I rested the head of my organ
against his crack for a second. I bent over at the waist, pressing myself
against him, and kissed one of Gavin’s shoulder blades. I used one of my hands
to spread his perfectly rounded globes apart and my other to guide my organ
into his awaiting entrance. We both gasped as I did it, and I could not prevent
myself from rejoicing in the heat and pressure that his tunnel provided. I took
my time sliding into Gavin. It was an experience that I could only describe as
pure ecstasy. Every instinct in my body told me to slam my hips into Gavin’s
tight rear, but logic told me it would be best to be gentle with him. It was
our first time after all. I slowly pushed my eight inches into him and I
stopped when my pubic hair was placed against Gavin’s perfect rear end. I
stopped and remained there for a moment, almost drowning in the intense
physical pleasure.

“Please…Andrew…fuck me,” I heard my swim captain, one of the
more masculine guys I knew, beg. With a grin, I was only too happy to oblige as
I slowly began to move my organ in and out of his tight hole. It was only a
matter of time before we had established a rhythm, and one of my hands was
wrapped around Gavin’s cock that had sprung back to life. Gavin began to clench
his chute around my cock and it almost made me climax, but I pulled all the way
out. Gavin looked at me with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

“I want you to ride me,” I explained as I lay on my back, my
cock glistening with a combination of precum and lube. Gavin smiled as he sat
up and straddled my hips, slowly lowering himself on to my dripping cock. I
rejoiced in the sensation of being inside him, his muscles delightfully
gripping at my member were driving me wild. He rested when his ass landed on my
thighs. We stayed like that for a long moment. He came down to kiss me hard on
the lips as he began to lift himself up and down, riding me, fulfilling all of
my long held fantasies. I began to match his motions, slamming up as Gavin slid
down. I wrapped my hand around his stiff member and began to stroke him at the
same pace that he was riding me. He soon began to move faster, our kissing
becoming more aggressive the faster our rhythm became. I could feel my heart
hammering in my chest as I felt my end coming.

“So…close,” I exhaled.

“Just a…Oh God…a little more,” Gavin responded in a sexy
whimper, “please.” I used all the breathing techniques that I had been taught
in swimming to stall my release. My hand sped up to match Gavin’s motions and
he began to let out a primal groan.

“ANDREW!” he screamed, his essence flying out of his member
and covering my entire torso and some of my face; his hole vigorously gripping
at my cock. I followed a few seconds behind, my own load being unleashed into
the tight grip of Gavin’s ass.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. He
moved himself, removing the heat of his body from my rapidly deflating member,
so he could lie next to me. He nuzzled his face against the nape of my neck,
lightly kissing my skin. I placed my hand firmly at the small of his back, my
nose inhaling the scent of his hair. We lay there together, savoring the warmth
of being in each other’s arms, allowing our breathing to return to normal. I
looked down at him and gave him a loving kiss on the lips.

“I can’t believe it worked,” he whispered to himself as he
sat up.

“What worked?” I asked, kissing him on the shoulder as I sat
up behind him.

“Uh…nothing, just thinking out loud,” Gavin responded. He
got up off the bed and asked, “Hey, think you’re up for shower?”

“For you, I’ll always be up for anything,” I teased with a
sly grin. He chuckled and grabbed my hand to lead me to his bathroom. I looked
out his window and then noticed the black leather book sitting on the coffee
table, and at last, I knew what he meant. ‘What else can that book could do,’ I thought to myself with a
chuckle.