Grand Tour, copyright 2006, by Etienne. All rights reserved.
If the idea of two men loving each other and expressing that love in a sexual manner offends you, then you have clearly come to the wrong place. Feel free to leave.
With special thanks for the editing skills of the talented TalonRider.
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After we had our second helping of ‘dessert’ for the day, Henry and I went to the bathroom and showered together. After our shower, he was standing naked at the counter, brushing his teeth, and I stepped up behind him and put my arms around him.
“This is how I want it to be, always,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“Us, together.”
“I can handle that,” he said. He spat out the toothpaste and turned around to kiss me.
When we were dressed, I sat down at the desk, took out the Telephone Directory, and turned to the Yellow Pages. I went to the section for Private Investigators, and began reading the listings.
Henry came over to my chair and leaned over my shoulder to read them as well. After a minute or two of perusing the pages, he said “turn back one page.”
I did as he asked. “Which one did you notice?”
“Look at that one,” he pointed with a finger. “Greene and Associates. The advertisement says they work anywhere in the Southeast.”
I read the listing as instructed. “Sounds fine to me. Let’s give them a call.”
I dialed the number and made an appointment for tomorrow morning. Then I called the Concierge, asked about Rental Cars, and was told that Hertz had a small office in the Hotel.
“Let’s go downstairs and acquire some wheels,” I said.
At the Hertz counter, we quickly arranged for a rental. They did not have quite what I wanted, but agreed to have it delivered later in the day.
As we were riding up in the Elevator, Henry said “Do we really need a Jaguar?”
“I think so,” I said. “We’re going to Hooterville, and we need to look like what we are.”
“What are we?”
“William and Henry Lane, fledgling Lawyers, and scions of Boston Society families.”
I could see that he was mulling that over while we walked down the hallway and I unlocked our room. When we were inside, I said “it just hit me. You need to call your Uncle Bishop.” I was referring to his mother’s Uncle, who was Bishop Emeritus of the Episcopal Diocese of Boston. His Christian name wasn’t really Bishop, but Henry had always referred to him by the name, although never, I suspected, to his face.
“Whatever for?”
“We need credibility with the Rector of the Church in Manning, and your Uncle will either know someone, or know someone who knows someone, who can vouch for us.”
“What in the world do I tell him?”
“That we will be going to Church in Manning and would like an introduction to the local Rector. That’s all he needs to know.”
“Okay,” he said, and made a face.
“What?”
“I need to run down to the gift shop for a minute. I’ll be right back.”
“Whatever.”
After Henry had left the room, I realized that I was a bit drowsy, so I undressed, and crawled into the bed. I lay there for a while before I began to drift off, and was only vaguely aware of Henry returning to the room and quietly slipping into the bed next to me.
When I woke up, Henry was snuggled up against me. I rolled over onto my side, and began to slide one hand across his smooth chest, working my way downward in ever widening circles until my exploring fingers found his penis and began to play with it.
He had begun to slowly wake up under my touch, and by the time he was fully awake, we were both hard as rocks, and his hands were exploring my body. He put his index finger in his mouth and wet it. Then I felt his hand under my scrotum, and a finger began to slowly insert itself into my anus.
It felt funny, but not unpleasant. I could see that he was watching my face for a reaction, so I smiled. He took this as encouragement, and the finger probed more deeply and began to move around inside of me. Eventually, he found what he was looking for, and pressed firmly against it, sending an unexpected shock wave of sensation through me.
My erection twitched, and I said “What did you just do?”
“Lover, I just found your Prostate,” he said.
“Find it again,” I said, “that was wonderful.”
“Just a minute,” he said, and I felt the finger withdraw. He reached over and retrieved a bottle of lotion from the nightstand, and poured a small amount over his fingers.
When his index finger again found my anus, the lotion was cold. The finger, however, slid in more easily this time. It quickly found its target, and I was suddenly overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensations.
“I’m inserting a second finger, now,” he said.
I felt the second finger join the first, and begin to move around a bit. He was still watching my face.
“Are you okay?”
“Never better.”
“Good. Let’s try three fingers, now.”
Three fingers weren’t quite as wonderful as two, at least not for the first minute or so. The feeling hovered on the cusp between discomfort and pleasure before descending into sheer pleasure.
Finally, he said “ready for the real thing?”
“You know I am.”
The fingers were withdrawn, and I watched him take more of the lotion and apply it liberally to his erection. Then he got on his knees between mine, and lifted my legs in the air until my feet were resting on his shoulders. I felt pressure at my anus, and he began to slowly push his erection inside me.
It was somewhat larger than the three fingers had been, but was only mildly uncomfortable. By the time he was completely inside me and I felt his groin against my perineum, the discomfort had passed. It was replaced by a feeling that was difficult to describe.
“So this is what it feels like,” I said.
“What does it feel like?”
“Like nothing I could ever have imagined. It feels wonderful.”
“It is going to get a whole lot better,” he said. And it did.
He began to slowly slide in and out of me with a steady rhythm, increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts as he went along. Each time he hit bottom, he struck the spot that sent waves of pleasure through me. I was watching his expression, and it was clear that he was enjoying himself.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I said.
“In spades.”
“Then show me that one Lawyer knows how to screw another Lawyer royally.”
He complied, and as he began to slam in and out of me, he bent down and took my erection in his mouth. The combination of sensations was too much, and my orgasm came almost immediately. Just after he had sucked every drop of semen from me, he let go of my erection and began to kiss me, still pounding away at my ass. Finally, he gave a little moan, and I felt his erection twitch a few times deep inside of me, and I actually felt the spurts of semen as he came.
He rolled off of me and I stretched out on the bed so that he could snuggle up against me. We lay there for a while in silence, until I broke it, saying “Henry, that was awesome, but I have to ask you a question.”
“What?”
“I know you’ve never done that before with a man, right?”
“True.”
“So tell me, how did you know to do the one finger, two finger, three finger thing?”
“When I went downstairs earlier, I made a couple of calls, and talked to Larry.”
I interrupted him, saying “Larry who?”
“Don’t you remember Larry Boerstler from our Contracts class last year? Larry was in our group, and when we all went out to eat, his boyfriend frequently joined us.”
“Yes, but I had forgotten about him.”
“I realized that he was the only guy I knew that was Gay. Fortunately, I remembered where he was from and got his parents’ number from Information. I talked to his mother, and she gave me his cell phone number. Then I called him and asked him point blank for a few pointers on anal intercourse.”
“And he told you about the thing with the fingers without asking you why you wanted to know?”
“Actually, I didn’t have to tell him why I was asking, because the first words out of his mouth were ‘I guess this means that you and William have finally figured it out.’”
“Figured it out?”
“Yes. He said he had always known that the two of us were Gay and that it was obvious how we felt about each other. He said he was glad we had finally figured it out.”
“I wonder how many other people ‘figured it out’ as he put it.”
“I asked him that, and he said probably nobody. He has a sixth sense about these things, apparently many gay men have to one degree or another, they call it gaydar. You and I don’t know any other openly gay guys, and it is a trait that is very rare in the heterosexual world, or so he told me.”
“Henry, sometimes you surprise me just as much as you say I tend to surprise you.”
“Well, lover, that’s what keeps life so interesting, isn’t it?”
He got up from the bed and said “I’m going to take a shower. Several of my digits are greasy from that lotion.”
I said “go ahead, I’m going to lie here for a few minutes. I sort of like the way my body feels right now, and I want to lie here and enjoy it.”
Henry emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later and began to dress. I was stretched out on the bed, hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling.
“Are you going to lie there and meditate all day? Remember there is a rental car to be picked up a bit later.”
“Okay,” I said. “While I shower, why don’t you order us a snack of some sort?”
“Anything in particular?”
“No. Just something to tide us over until dinner. Surprise me.”
I went into the bathroom, shut the door, and stood under the shower for a long time. When I had finished, I dried my body, and walked naked back into the room, drying my hair as I went. I saw that a waiter, Sam according to his name badge, was in the process of setting up our snack and pouring wine from a carafe.
Henry noted my presence, and said “William, wrap your towel around yourself. We’re not alone.”
“I can see that,” I said, as I walked to where Henry and Sam were standing, “but I don’t think Sam minds a bit. I think he likes what he sees, don’t you, Sam?”
Sam nodded his head.
“You are Gay, aren’t you, Sam?”
Sam nodded again.
“I’ll bet you are good at oral sex, too?”
Sam found his voice and said “so I’ve been told.”
I walked over to the nightstand, retrieved my watch, and returned to stand in front of Sam and Henry.
“Are you a betting man, Sam?” I asked.
“Sometimes.”
“Good, because I have a little bet for you. If you can make me hard in ninety seconds, using just your mouth, you can have it any way you want it. But, if you fail, then you have to do something for me.”
Sam actually licked his lips before asking “What?”
“I can’t tell you now, but I promise you it will not involve sex, it won’t cost you anything, and I think you will enjoy it. I held my watch in front of me and looked at the second hand. Your ninety seconds start right now.”
Sam dropped to his knees in a flash and took my penis in his mouth. Holding on to my legs to balance himself, he began to lick and suck.
I watched the second hand of my watch, being careful to maintain a totally ‘poker face.’ It was difficult to ignore the sensations that Sam’s talented mouth and tongue were producing. Finally, I said “Forty seconds left.”
Sam started working a little harder, and I began a countdown. It took all of my self-control to keep from sprouting wood, and eventually, I said “Time,” and stepped back from Sam, who got to his feet.
I then took Henry’s hand and placed it on my penis. “Make it hard,” I said.
Henry squeezed it a few times, and it sprang to attention.
“See,” I said to Sam, “it only works for him.” I wrapped my towel around my waist as I said it.
“Now about the bet,” I said.
“What?” Sam asked.
“Until a few days ago, my friend and I had always thought that we were straight, but as it turns out, we aren’t. We have never been out and about in gay society. What I want to do is to go to a gay restaurant, or failing that, a gay-friendly restaurant. Then I would like to go to a couple of gay bars, just to see what it is like. You can be our tour guide. You can even bring a date. We will pay for everything.”
“Sure, why not?” Sam said. “When?”
“When is your next night off?”
“Friday.”
“Then Friday it is.”
When the door had closed solidly behind Sam, Henry gave me a look, and said “one of these days you are going to give me heart failure.”
“Who, me?”
“Yes, you.”
“Well, lover, to quote a well-known Harvard Law Graduate, that’s what keeps life so interesting, isn’t it?”
Having shut Henry up by throwing his own words back at him, I quickly dressed, and sat down to join him in attacking the cheese and fruit plate that Sam had delivered. After we had polished off the carafe of wine, we went downstairs to the Hertz counter and took possession of the rental car. We were not interested in going anywhere at the moment, so we simply moved it from the Hertz parking area to the area reserved for Hotel guests.
We decided to walk across to the Mall and ultimately took in an early movie before returning to the Hotel for a late dinner.
-To be continued-
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