The Object of His Desires

Chapter Two- Ryan

“Are you ready to go Missy?” Ryan winked at her signaling that he recognized her state. He knew what she wanted, what she craved from him… to love him, consume his flesh and to have him love her in return.

He grabbed his jacket as she slipped off of the tall, swivel stool she had been sitting on. She always looked like a smooth rippling ribbon when she moved, fluid, blushed and beautiful. He really did love her. Always had loved her, he thought back to last weekend…

…the sky had been threatening snow all day. They had spent the day cuddling on the couch watching old movies. The Victorian he had bought the year before in up-state New York was permeated with the sweet smell of cinnamon and apples. Luann was making an apple pie in the kitchen, while he went to take a shower. In the solitude of the warm water he let himself think about his other love, his Peter, his lover, his partner, his secret. Peter was his secret to everyone but Luann. She had known! She had always known everything there was to know about him even when he thought he was hiding everything from her, his likes, his dislikes, his passion and his desire.
He and Luann had spent every waking moment they could together since the time they were twelve years old. They had been “the couple” all the way through high school and college.

Those had been days of denial for him, always trying to be the perfect couple for his parents and their friends and for Luann herself. There had been a couple of hints in high school that Luann was not everything he was looking for. Then they met Peter. They were in their last year of college and some friends took them to a local brew pub. Peter worked there and one of the guys they were with that night introduced them. When Peter took Ryan’s hand in introduction, Ryan thought he would explode. Peter’s eyes were soft, yet piercing, and his hands smooth, yet firm. Ryan knew that Peter saw right through him. He blushed and excused himself to the restroom.

They had left the pub and walked back to Ryan’s off campus apartment when Luann brought it up. He had his hand up under her short crop top and was twisting her thick brown nipples after just coming through the door; when she whispered in his ear; her voice thick with passion “ You want him, don’t you?”

Ryan was dumbfounded. He stood straight up and looked at her with astonishment.
The only thing that tumbled from his lips was “What?”

“Baby, don’t try to hide it from me anymore” she said sweetly “ I have known for a long time that you are gay… well, probably BI, huh?” She smiled at him to try to keep him from getting angry. He withdrew his hand from under her shirt. “What are you talking about Lulu?” he asked her, still trying to be casual.

“Honey, it’s okay. I’m not mad or anything. I have known for a long time now. I could see it back in high school, I just was afraid to say anything for fear you would leave me.” Luann’s voice stayed soft and even in an effort to keep this from becoming a dramatic event.

“ I knew all about you and Joey Sullivan, our senior year” she continued, “did you ever go all the way with him? I know he absolutely adored you.” Luann stopped because Ryan’s mouth hung open with shock. He thought about Joey and how much he loved the sex with him when he finally pushed his throbbing cock into Joey’s soft tight tunnel. He knew then that it was a man that he wanted to spend his life with, but how could he. At the time Joey was in love with him and had wanted to tell everyone. Ryan couldn’t have that; he wasn’t ready. His parents would have just died and Lulu, what would he tell Lulu, plus his reputation would be shot! No, he told Joey that he didn’t want to be with him, that he loved Luann and that since Joey got accepted to Berkeley, 3000 miles away,that he should go. It wasn’t far enough for Ryan! He always lived in fear that Joey would somehow let it slip and someone in his hometown would find out.

But now he realized that she had known all along. And now there was Peter. The warm water from the pulsating shower-head beat on his muscular back. He let his hand slip to his growing member. He flicked his thumb over the sensitive head and started on the downward stroke toward his balls. He heard the shower door click open.

“Need some help with that, babe?” Luann, never subtle, stood naked in front of him. All five foot two of her, eyes of blue, just like the song said. She was his gal too. She had always been his, the only girl he had ever fucked, could even get excited with for that matter.

“Three months is a long time without him,” Ryan sighed.

“I know sweetie,” she cooed in his ear stopping his hand and wrapping hers around the dark knob of his thick cock where his had been. He kissed her full in the mouth, his tongue searching for hers and for the passion he knew she craved. She broke off the kiss and trailed down his chiseled chest to his erection. She pumped the head through her fist and then bent to plunge it into her hot, wet mouth. His shaft slid along her tongue and she held it stiff against the sensitive under side.

“Oh god, Lulu… you do that so good baby. That’s it, suck my cock hard until I squirt my cum down your beautiful throat!” She loved hearing him talk dirty. He was usually so composed that it made her pussy drip with lust when he talked like that. She continued her assault and had him spurting his ropy, white jets onto her tongue in no time. She stood up and fed him the cum in her mouth. That was the ultimate for him, he knew that she understood about his love of men and the high he got from having a load of sperm in his mouth after the first time she did that for him. And she knew he admitted uknowingly what a huge gesture it was between them. They stayed there under the water, hugging and kissing until the water finally grew cold. They dashed to the bedroom and climbed under the covers to get warm. Finally they dressed in warm flannel pajamas, robes and slippers and went downstairs to have the fresh-baked apple pie that Luann had made for him with love. As the darkness of Sunday rolled in the light of Monday, Ryan was groggy and horny. He and Lulu had spent the whole weekend making love and still he ached for more.

Those memories, like a thick fog hung over his subconscious. He watched as she crossed the littered floor of The Rose. He knew he was in store of another evening of sex between the two of them, but he couldn’t help but think about Peter’s strong, chiseled face as she met him at the door and walked with him to the car.