Call Out Your Name Ch. 03

"It will take us an hour and a half to get there," I told Jesse. "But after the sun starts to set it gets really pretty. You can see all up and down the coast when it's clear including the lights in the hills above Santa Barbara."

There was a light breeze, and I was glad that we wore jeans and hoodies. The trip was uneventful, and Jesse sat on my lap part of the time as I piloted the craft to the exact spot I wanted to show him. It was like we had entered a magical place when we dropped anchor. Seagulls flew above us, and there would be an occasional ripple in the water from some sea animal swimming close to the surface, but except for a light chop against the hull, it was dead quiet.

We ate a simple lunch of ham sandwiches I'd made earlier and each of us had a bottle of Blue Moon. Jesse was eying me funny as he popped the last bite of crust into his mouth and washed it down with beer.

"So what do we do for the rest of the afternoon?"

I considered. "We could fish except we don't have any bait."

He scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "No thanks. How about drink beer and get some sun?"

"Where?" There was a foredeck that Uncle Carl allowed people to use for tanning, but it wasn't level and I didn't like the way it threw me off-balance. "Besides, I don't have anything to wear."

Jesse got a wicked gleam in his eye. I always went commando and he knew it. "We can use the long benches up on the bridge," he replied, "and as long as nobody gets close enough to notice, why do we need clothes?" He raised his eyebrow in lewd expectation. "I brought sunscreen so your... uh, privates won't get burned."

I laughed ruefully at the idea of a painful burn on my cock and balls but lying in the sun sounded like a plan to me. I grabbed another beer for each of us out of the galley fridge, and we stripped off our clothes. Jesse covered our benches with beach towels so they would be more comfortable than lying on sticky vinyl.

Finally, out of chores to waste our time on, we stared at each other across the seven feet of bridge, my pale body in contrast to his olive-toned one. Our dicks were mostly soft but beginning to twitch in eagerness as Jesse and I realized the prospects. And then we were in each other's arms, kissing and tasting and touching.

"I don't want to get too far ahead of ourselves," I panted a fifteen minutes later as Jesse knelt between my spread legs, his mouth around my now-rigid cock. "I have this romantic scene I planned out in my head for tonight, so let's not go overboard, okay?"

Jesse giggled, making me groan from the vibrations between his mouth and my groin. He lifted his head, and I let out another cry from the interruption in his sucking technique. "Overboard? Really, Blondie, considering where we are, your pun sucks. Besides, since when do you have to limit yourself?"

"Saying it 'sucks' isn't much better," I grinned as he got back to the business at hand. I loved the feel of his mouth on me, the way his lips made a complete seal around my staff. His tongue flicked me in all my most sensitive spots, like he could read my mind and knew instinctively what I liked. I felt my abdominal muscles tensing and tingles shooting up my spine.

Seconds later my body was thrashing about and I was spurting into his mouth and loudly screaming. "Fuck, Jesse, just like that... yes, oh fuck."

Jesse carefully lifted himself up on the bench and lay on top of me because there was no room for us side by side. He switched into an Australian accent to tease me. "Ah, looky 'ere mates, we 'ave ourselves a live one, a real screamer. Be careful, 'e might bite."

"Bite, huh?" I blushed, loving the sight of him lucking my cum off his lips. "Do you really think this is a good time to be talking about my teeth?"

"Ah, see 'ere? When you embarrass 'im, 'is face turns a bee-yoo-tiful shade of red."

"Let's see how loudly I can make you scream," I taunted, flipping him effortlessly so that I was on top. "And I'll be sure to watch the teeth, Baby."

I swiveled my hips grinding my already-refilling penis into his erect one, the two organs nestling together in the lubrication that was leaking from his slit. He let out a whimper.

Kissing and licking, I scooted down his lithe body until I faced his groin. Sliding my tongue through the precum that had pooled while I was busy preparing him, I slipped my lips over the head of his erection and started to gently suck on it. How amazing it felt, his slender tool filling my mouth, and I enjoyed the taste of him and the silky texture against my tongue. Jesse was already moaning and thrusting when I began to bob over him, stretching my mouth wide and swallowing him down. My right hand stroked his shaft and the left pulled at his sac, and it was only a five minutes later that he let himself go.

"Feels... good. Oh my god... so good," he wailed in ecstasy as he unloaded in my mouth.

"And no teeth," I whispered with a kiss when I dragged myself up his frame a few minutes later to stare into his blissed-out face.

"I love you, Blondie," he smiled.

"Love you back, Baby."

We never got around to lying out in the sun. We went below, deciding it would be more fun to cuddle naked for once without worrying about getting caught. Except for the night I accidentally dozed off in his room, this was our first opportunity to sleep together. To save the quilt, I'd brought a top sheet from home which I spread over the queen bed in the largest berth, and Jesse and I nodded off. Holding him in my arms as our eyes closed brought me so much joy and made me feel protective and needed.

We awoke two hours later in time for an early dinner, and we dressed to ward off the incoming chill. I heated up a beef and vegetable stew called Beef Bourguignon I'd made the night before from an online French recipe that was far simpler than I originally imagined. It made a full meal and was easy to clean up too since I only had to use the microwave. Jesse kept praising my cooking, and all I could think of was how living with him once we got on with the rest of our lives would be so fulfilling. We were perfect for each other.

While Jesse collected our discarded gear from the deck I went back to the stateroom to set up our night. I have never had much of a romantic side, but I wanted to make it special for him. I had purchased a box of white votives that I placed around the room on the flat surfaces. My iPod was filled with the songs we loved, half of them by The Offspring, our favorite band, as well as other Indie tunes we enjoyed. I had hidden a single red rose in the shower and now laid it across the sheet on the bed which hid some essentials just in case we needed them. Lastly I lit the candles and, with the blinds closed against the late afternoon sun, they gave the berth a soft glow.

"Close your eyes," I told Jesse just before I led him through the door. The strains of Mumford & Sons Sigh No More was blaring from the iPod.

Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, it will set you free, be more like the man you were made to be. There is a design, an alignment, a cry of my heart to see, the beauty of love as it was made to be.

We stood in the doorway and I had Jesse open his eyes. The room looked magical, all soft flickering light and the scent of the rose filling the air with nostalgic charm. Jesse's mouth opened in a perfect O as he gazed around and his breath caught.

"You did this for me?"

"Yeah, Baby, because I wanted you to know exactly how important you are to me."

The candles were beginning to drip a little when I finally drew Jesse into the berth and stood in front of him and gave him the rose. He turned around and hugged me to him. God, he felt fantastic. His luminous eyes seemed to take up his whole face and he was radiant.

"You're important to me too, Shane."

I grabbed one of his hands and intertwined my fingers in his, nuzzling him softly on his neck. "Nobody has ever mattered more to me than you do. Two months together is a huge record for me because you are the first person, male or female, I even thought about committing to. This is my way of telling you that I want us to be forever. If you'll have me."

"Of course I'll have you. Do you even need to ask?"

Tears came to Jesse's eyes, and then he grinned, seemingly embarrassed to be caught crying. It made us both giggle, and he clasped the rose between his teeth and batted his lashes, making us laugh even harder. I kissed him on the cheek to show him that he didn't need to feel uncomfortable. From my iPod, the song changed to Run by Snow Patrol.

Light up, light up, as if you have a choice, even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you, dear.

I didn't know what was going to happen next. Okay, I knew what I wanted to happen next, but that was totally up to Jesse. It wasn't for me to force him in any way.

Moving away a few paces he cautiously set the rose down on the dresser giving me a happy smile over his shoulder that told me everything I needed to know about his appreciation for our date. When he stepped back and touched my jaw, he lifted a lock of my hair to trail between his fingers, and his face was calm and resolute. The message passed between us; he was ready and willing to give himself completely to me.

I leaned forward and kissed Jesse passionately, swiping my tongue into my boy's mouth and nibbling on his bottom lip. He wound his hands deeper into my thick hair and tried to melt into my body. Moments became seconds, and seconds turned into minutes as we alternately kissed and breathed, returning for more of the sweetness of each other's lips.

Jesse's erection was as instantaneous as mine, but that's what I'd come to expect from being with him. The making out and little sex games, the hands fluttering over our hot, sweaty skin to arouse us, and we were always hard, our heartbeats pounding in our rigid flesh.

Jesse reached down and unzipped my pants, wriggling his hand down inside until he touched my hard cock. I knew he was beginning to want it inside him so badly. Pumping it with his hand, he looked up at me and didn't flinch.

"Tonight okay?" he begged. "Please? I'm nervous but I'm sure I'm ready."

I couldn't resist Jesse, and I felt so proud. My heart swelled listening to him plead to make love. His face was shining in joy and his latte eyes so sparkly and warm, and I knew how much he needed me to be his first. In this special evening I had planned just for him I was going to make him wholly mine, and I hoped I didn't appear too eager.

"I'll be gentle," I promised. "I won't hurt you."

He stared at me directly. "I know. I trust you."

With another deep kiss he began to strip off his clothes with abandon, almost tripping in the process. I had to grab his hands to still him. "Slow down or you're going to kill yourself," I laughed. Nevertheless, he danced on his toes in excitement, and I pulled him into me in a quick hug to calm and center him. Yanking my shirt over my head, I returned his deep gaze, locking on their raven-fringed beauty.

I couldn't help but touch his flushed skin. His chest was bare, his nipples reacting to the chill in the air to pebble up into tiny raisin-like buds. Bending into his softly scented throat, I inhaled his Cool Water fragrance and chewed gently where his neck met his shoulder. Sucking at him, I raised the tiniest of love bites to mark him as mine.

Jesse couldn't control his anticipation. Fumbling with my belt, he quickly unbuttoned the fly of my jeans, practically ripping out the stitching of the zipper. His pupils were blown with lust and he was shaking.

"I'm not going to disappear," I reminded him, and his cheeks turned pink, finding it difficult to hide his enthusiasm. I was just as needy as him, anticipating tonight and the gift we were going to present to each other. All I could think was that this was my Jesse, my lover, the only one I wanted to be with like this.

We finally got our clothing removed and stood naked two feet apart and facing. Our hot, heavy dicks jutted tall and proud against our abdomens, and we were both panting in need. Like we could read each other's thoughts, I took him by the hand and drew him closer to me. We moved as one in a hungry kiss that was all open mouths and swirling tongues and hands that grabbed at warm skin. Our cocks collided, sticky with precum that oozed out of the slits and covered us in slippery gliding pleasure.

"Oh, oh, it feels too good," Jesse moaned in what seemed only seconds later, still grinding into me helplessly and holding on tightly to my neck, his eyes rolling back. "I don't want to cum this way. Please Shane."

I swiftly tilted backwards so that we lost contact, leaving me feeling lost and empty. I backed Jesse into the bed and followed him down to lie next to him. Picking up a small packet of lube I'd tucked under the sheet, I said, "Let me slick you up and get you open. There will be less discomfort if I prepare you first."

More locking lips and writhing tongues, more hands pulling at nipples and sliding over smooth muscles. I coaxed Jesse up on his hands and knees on the mattress and then pushed his upper body to a pillow on the bed, leaving his cheeks open and his rosebud exposed. His hard cock dripped precum on the sheets.

I covered my fingers with the lube and gently touched between the globes of Jesse's ass. My middle finger circled around the puckered pinkness, grazing it gently and watching it quiver. Jesse wanted to push backwards against the digit and groaned when I touched him again before I slid it slowly inside. Jesse's breath caught at the quick burn followed by discomfort at something foreign filling him, but after awhile I could tell he was getting used to it by the tiny smile curving his lips. My finger began to saw in and out of him and rotate around, and I could feel him loosening up. Very soon, another finger entered him in preparation, followed by the third.

By this time, Jesse was sighing and wantonly pushing back into my hand, his head twisting from side to side. "Please, enough. Please Shane, I know this makes me sound slutty, but I'm going to lose my mind if you don't stick your dick up there."

Laughing, I said, "No, Jesse, you aren't slutty, you're delectable." I thought a moment. "Let's try something."

I arranged pillows and stretched out on my back against the headboard so that I was partly reclining. I grabbed a condom off the side table which I rolled down my erection and slicked up with a good-sized squirt of more lube. Then I had Jesse on his knees straddling my lap.

"Lower yourself on me. You can decide how fast or slow to move. Go real slow at first."

I held my cock upright, and Jesse pressed back. I could feel his bud against my tip, seeking entry. Using my shoulder to balance, he sank down a little. The head popped through the muscular rings to open his channel, bringing a sharp pain with it that was reflected on his face. Jesse immediately went still, taking his weight in his shaking thighs, and I helped hold him up with my hands under the fleshy globes until the pain went away.

"You're so gorgeous," I grunted. I stared into Jesse's beautiful eyes and kissed him softly, stroking his flagging tool lying against his belly to distract him. I wanted to buck upwards and impale my lover on my cock. Never had I felt such exquisite torture as being inside him and having to hold absolutely still.

"It doesn't burn so much now." Jesse's voice was full of wonder after a few minutes. "I just feel nicely filled up." He rotated his hips to a slight change of angle.

"Take your time," I rasped out, gritting my teeth at the sensation. My cock was swathed in the most delectable heat and softness of Jesse's chute, and my need to thrust was rising with every second.

I felt more of my cock sliding inside him, and knowing there was only a little pinch made me smile at his awe. Lower still into a steady glide downwards until my rigid penis was buried completely inside him.

"Oh, my god, Shane," Jesse marveled, a huge grin splitting his beautiful face. "I never imagined this could be so wonderful."

I cupped his cheek in my hand and stared at him tenderly. "I'm so glad, Jesse." I kissed his nose, feeling deeply loved. "As long as you're comfortable. Are you ready to move yet?"

Jesse bit his lip with a fierce nod and began to raise and lower himself on me. I gasped at the way his channel gripped me and pulled at my dick, like lighting me up from the inside as he bobbed. Soon he had a perfect rhythm going and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders to join in a sensual kiss. His new erection was trapped between our slick bodies.

In and out of Jesse I pressed, and I never wanted it to end. I knew when my plunges started to connect with his prostate because his mouth went slack and his eyelashes fluttered. He was squeezing my shoulders harder and his hole contracted around my thick organ to send bolts of pleasure through my body. Connected by lip and groin, we groaned in concert as Jesse undulated over me.

"Shane," he moaned in my ear. "Oh so good, Shane."

"Yes," I hissed back. Deftly I gathered him close to me and rolled him on his back so I could take control of my thrusting. My cock never left Jesse's ass, and I rapidly began to drive into him in short, hard jabs that rubbed on his hot spot at every pass. I could feel the dance beginning under my skin. The rhythmic pounding of nerve endings and jumping muscles. Neither of us had much longer to go.

"I love making love to you," I groaned, taking his cock in my hand to stroke him. "You feel so good inside."

But it was more than that. In that moment I felt my heart breaking open in something so glorious it would have struck me blind if I was in a position to see through my sweat. It was creating the most intense feelings of purpose and beautiful belonging in me. I loved Jesse with all my heart, not only for what he could do to my body but what he did to my soul. I needed him like I needed the elements to survive.

"I'm... oh god," Jesse cried out, and I heard it in his voice, I could feel him shifting in preparation. He was breathing in long gasps, his lungs strained for air. In one swift heartbeat his body was swept by magnificent pleasure as his cock began to pump out cum that covered our abdomens in ropes of shimmery white. He couldn't seem to stop, and he lost himself in the throes of euphoria.

"Oh my god, holy fuck," I groaned, watching the lust sear across Jesse's eyes as he began to convulse and dragged me under. His hole seized around my shaft and I screamed, taken over by the strongest orgasm in my life. My hips pistoned fiercely, freely into him, and I was only aware of the hard tug on my balls and filling the condom in his tight tunnel with sperm. I crashed through barrier after barrier of rapture, crying out my completion and love into a soft, welcoming mouth when Jesse kissed me hard.

"I love you, I love you," he was chanting as he clutched to me tightly. The mist was leaving my head, and my heart soared at the sincerity in his voice. I felt my softened cock fall out of Jesse's ass with a plop. Carefully I raised myself up on my elbows so he wouldn't put too much of my weight on the slimmer man. His face was a study in satisfaction and exhaustion, and I dropped my forehead to his in joy.

"I love you too, Jesse, only you," I promised in gratitude, sweeping my tongue through the drops of sweat bathing his face. "You are all I will ever want."

I think we fell asleep for a few minutes, because we awoke sticky with sweat and cum and the light a good deal dimmer in the cabin. Jesse grabbed up his t-shirt, the brown one he loved with the winged skeletons in red from The Offspring's Broken Wings tour in 2009, and used it to wipe off our torsos. Removing the condom I tied it off and disposed of it. Then we cuddled for a few minutes longer before getting up and redressing. I had an extra shirt with me so I gave it to him to wear.