Journey of Rick Heiden Ch. 05

"Oh really, and why is that?" he asked. "He told us where to find the body. He warned us about the surveillance."

I looked at him in feigned astonishment. "Which one of us wants him to come with us, me or you?"

"We both do," he said as if he'd caught me out on something --which was not the case.

"I do not deny I considered it," I said, "but despite what Aiden's done to help us, I do not feel satisfied that he's wholly trustworthy. Of all people, I should think you would be more pragmatic. Why do you want him to join us?"

"For one thing, the government is quite picky about who they hire. Aiden had to pass a stringent background check. He's well educated, and it's evident he likes to learn. He could have an IQ off the chart. I don't know much about Katheryn Elliot, but I do know he's right, she's ruthless and ambitious. Aiden doesn't seem like that. He worked under Katheryn for years and hadn't advanced in position. It took financial difficulties from the loss of his flatmate before trying something as stupid as selling secrets to the Americans. A problem, might I add, that only exists because this world uses money. None of his trouble here would stay relevant on Jiyū."

"You have the decision," I said. "I trust you will make the right one."

"Well, you sound more careful than me over it," said David. "I trust your judge of character. When you've made up your mind, you ask him."

I finished getting ready for bed and sat up against the headboard, watching David in his trunks as he continued making the sweep of the bedroom. "I couldn't much tell in your suits," I said, "but you have huge thighs. Did you get those from doing squats?"

"No, a great deal of mountain biking," he said, "but everyone on Jiyū generally exhibits a larger amount of musculature than the average human on Earth due to the higher gravity, but the foundational enhancement ensures that we keep it. It sets the protein turnover in the body to prefer protein synthesis and, therefore, an anabolic state as opposed to catabolic."

"I haven't a clue what that means," I said, "but I probably can repeat it in ten languages."

David laughed and came to bed. "It just means that over many years, I'll slowly get bigger until I have it stopped. At that point, I'll easily stay that way." He leaped onto the bed and lay beside me.

I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed it. It felt like a rock. "Does that explain why Amaré is gigantic? You won't grow into a giant, will you?"

David laughed. "No, Amaré is a special case. He's the oldest among us. Long ago, Amaré volunteered for an experimental enhancement. It worked, but a side effect made him grow. They finally stopped his growth, but now he's eight feet tall."

"He's the oldest?" I asked. "He looks younger than you. How old is he?"

"I don't know. Amaré may not know. At some point, you stop counting, or so I hear. It must be over a thousand. The archives could tell us. They go back 3100 jears."

"Jears?"

"We are a people of two worlds," he said. "Biologically, and in many ways chronologically, we still have a connection to Earth, so we differentiate between reference points with the use of years for Earth years, and jears for Jiyū years,"

"Ah...interesting." We sat there for a moment. "I'm sorry about dinner. I don't know what came over me. I never eat like that. I had three entire meals and all that Chinese food with Maggie earlier. One would think I would have indigestion."

"That's okay, you're a growing boy," David said.

I laughed. "Outwardly, maybe."

He turned over until we were face to face, "Let's stop talking."

"Okay, what shall we stop talking about? Is this where you make mad passionate love to me?"

He looked at me for a moment. "Why would I do that? That's not what you want."

"But I do want you to make love to me."

"So, you say," he said, "but it's not entirely true."

"What do you mean not entirely true? What a thing to say, of course, it's true."

"Look," said David, "you don't have to prove to me you're a good man; I know you are. So, in the day-to-day world beyond the bedroom, it's okay if you want to play the gentleman. I know how far that gets you here because I do it too. It's our public face. And don't tell me that it is you because I know better. I'm your mate. Even if no one else gets to see it, when we're alone, I want the real you that you hide beneath that gentleman façade you present to the world. Telling me you want me to 'make love' to you, that's just more of what you do out there. Stop it. You never have to hide from me. How many men have 'made love' to you?"

"Three," I said. "What's wrong with making love?"

"The people who consider sex as something dirty use that phrase," he said. "It sounds clean and socially acceptable. That isn't what you enjoy. Did you like what we did last night?"

"Yes, I did."

He nodded. "How did it compare to the others? Not asking to stroke my ego, I have a point."

"I had the best night ever," I said.

"Good. We didn't pretend to 'make love' like the others you had. We merely enjoyed one another, and that's far more honest. I want you to have the ability to own what you enjoy, free of ambivalence or shame. There's nothing wrong with it; be bold and own it. So, tell me, what do you want from me?"

I smiled. "I want to explore you."

He flipped onto his back. "Explore all you like. As my mate, feel free to think of my body as your playground. It's here for you whenever you want it."

I leaned over his face with his lips close to mine. "How have I managed the good luck to have someone so thoughtful and generous as a mate?"

"Good luck is nothing more than a pleasing confluence of circumstances." He smiled. "Come...less talk, more exploration."

I kissed him, my tongue exploring his. I ran my fingers through his hair and moved to his ear. I ran my tongue around the outside of his ear and drew the lobe into my mouth and sucked on it. Before moving on, I whispered to him. "I love you." I nuzzled his neck and inhaled his scent. He smelled like everything I'd ever wanted in a man. He had strong hands, and I raised the right one to my face. He kept his nails short with just a bit of white showing. His pointer finger had a light callous. The stone-like muscles of his arms had the appearance of fullness. Since he had just showered, I smelled his armpit, it held David's masculine scent that I found so intoxicating. I felt his pecs and squeezed them. I sucked one nipple and used my fingers to play with the other. I rubbed my fingers over the tiles of his abdominals. I skipped his cock to save it for last. He had well-shaped, handsome feet, and like his fingernails, he had well-formed nails on his toes. His calves were in proportion with his thighs, and equally stone-like. I had no idea the circumference of his thighs, but they were the most impressive of his muscles. He had a lightly hairy cock, and I enjoyed feeling the big head inside of me. The tight sack caressing his nuts I couldn't get into my mouth, and I heard him moan as I gave them an appreciative tongue bath.

Gripping his cock, my fingers met, but only when I squeezed it. I licked its length, paying more attention to the big knob. I noticed he didn't leak precum. I jammed it into my face trying to swallow it. It reached the entrance of my throat and I tried to avoid my reflex. I enjoyed the sounds he made as I repeated the plunge of my mouth onto him. I didn't know if he could go more than once, but I wanted to taste his cum. He grabbed my head and pulled me down onto him, fucking my face. I knew he had gotten close when I felt the head of his cock swell in my mouth. I pulled back just so the head filled the front of my mouth, and he came across my tongue. He came and came. I swallowed all that he fed me, his cockhead plugged my mouth, so nothing escaped. I enjoyed every bit he gave me and savored its flavor knowing that I would have a lot more in the future.

David pulled me up to him and kissed me.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

"I could drink gallons of you," I said.

He smiled. "I want to fuck you for a while, and then I need to drink your cum. I know you like to hold off, but it's necessary."

With my legs on his shoulders, David drove his penis into my ass for a long while with steady, even strokes. The size of his head prevented his cock from pulling free of my gripping hole. With every pile driving plunge I could feel it stretch the walls inside me, rubbing my prostate with every pass. He picked up speed racing to his orgasm and with a final slam he bred my hole the way I wanted him to. He kissed me, and he pulled his cock from me with a careful tug.

"Hold it inside you," said David.

"I don't want it anywhere else," I said.

"Oh, don't worry, I intend to keep you full."

He kissed me and moved down my body, licking me on the way down. He licked my cock, and every time he did, it throbbed from the sensation. We both tried to make it last, but it had been a long time since I had an orgasm. He took me into his mouth, and I ran my fingers through his hair. My hands moving with the bobbing of his head. Even with the few men I had in the past, I would rarely get blown. I took a pillow and shoved it under my head so I could watch him. He had his eyes closed, enjoying having my dick in his mouth. In only a few minutes, I could hold back no longer. I came into his mouth, he sucked it down and swallowed quickly. He cleaned me of any remnants. Having just cum made it too sensitive to let him continue. He crawled to my side, pulling the cover over us. We lay intertwined falling asleep.

A few hours later that David awakened me by prodding my hole with his cock. Naturally, I let him in. Still holding the cum from the previous fucking, it kept me wet enough for easy entry. He fucked me on my side, and about twenty minutes later he added another load to my ass. He left his cock where it belonged, and we both fell happily asleep again.