Monday, June 5, 2017

EMT: A Tale of Love and Disaster Ch 8

This will be the last chapter to be serialized.  The book will be published by the end of June, or in early July.

EMT: A Tale of Love and Disaster
Copyright 2017 by Etienne

Chapter 8

TWO WEEKS HAD gone by rapidly, and another shift had just ended. The incoming shift had gone out on a call, and Brody was headed for the showers. As far as he knew, there was no one left in the building other than Sheldon, who’d rolled over and gone back to sleep after the alarm bell had stopped ringing.
As usual, seeing Sheldon naked had caused Brody to sprout wood, so he’d stationed himself in the shower facing a corner, and begun to stroke himself. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he wasn’t aware of another presence in the bathroom until a hand snaked around his body and grabbed his erection.
“It’s more fun when somebody does it for you,” Sheldon said.
“What if someone sees us?”
“Relax. There’s nobody in the building. Besides, I locked the bedroom door.”
With that, Sheldon spun Brody around, grabbed his right hand, and placed it on his own erection. Without even realizing what he was doing, Brody took hold of the hot hard flesh in his hand and began to manipulate it. It was hard to concentrate, because Sheldon’s experienced hand was working his own erection to the fullest. They began to climax together, and Sheldon moved forward and kissed Brody deeply. They kissed for a long time, until Sheldon pulled away.
“Have any plans for this morning?” Sheldon said.
“Not particularly.”
“Why don’t you follow me to my apartment, and we can do this—and other—things, in bed?”
They toweled themselves dry, then went to the bedroom and dressed hurriedly. Sheldon led the way out of the building, and got into his truck.
“Know where the Cascades Apartments are located?”
“Sure,” Brody said.
He got into his truck, started it, and followed Sheldon out of the parking lot. On the way to Sheldon’s apartment, Brody called his grandfather and told him not to expect him for a couple of hours.
“Don’t worry about it, lad. This is your home, and you can come and go as you please.”
“Thanks, Pop. See you later. Probably before lunch.”
The Cascades was a large complex on the eastern edge of the city, and Brody followed Sheldon’s directions and pulled into a visitor’s slot.
“Come on,” Sheldon said. “I’m on the third floor at the end of this building.”
Sheldon unlocked the door, and Brody stepped into a nice-looking living area. He was about to comment on the decor when Sheldon grabbed his hand. “We can do the tour later. Right now, we have more important things to take care of.”
Sheldon led Brody into a large bedroom, featuring what looked like a queen-size bed. He began to pull off his clothes, so Brody followed suit. When they were naked, Sheldon pulled Brody into an embrace and began to kiss him. After a few minutes, he stopped. “We need to get horizontal—now.”
With that, Sheldon pulled Brody down onto the bed and resumed the kiss. He eventually broke the kiss and began to move his lips down Brody’s torso. When his greedy lips finally found Brody’s erection, Sheldon shifted his body around until Brody found an erection jabbing him in the face. Faced with what he’d wanted, but feared trying for years, Brody opened his mouth and began to work on the erection in front of him. It didn’t take long for both men to find release, and Brody surprised himself by swallowing Sheldon’s load.
Sheldon shifted around until they were again face to face, and began to kiss Brody. The minute Brody’s mouth opened, he was surprised when Sheldon gave him a taste of his own ejaculate.
“I gotta tell you something, Brody,” Sheldon said when he came up for air.
“You’re a natural born cocksucker.”
“You think.”
“Yes, I do, and I’ve had my dick sucked by experts.”
“Maybe I’ll do even better next time.”
Sheldon rolled over, reached into the nightstand, and retrieved a tube of lube. He greased the middle finger of his hand thoroughly, then told Brody to raise his knees. Brody did so, and Sheldon’s lubed finger began to explore his nether regions. When it began to slide inside his anus, Brody jumped.
“What’s the matter?”
“Your finger is cold.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll warm up in a hurry.”
And so it did. Sheldon’s insistent finger probed deeply, quickly found the spot it was looking for, and began a gentle massage.
“Oh my God,” Brody said. “What are you doing?”
“Massaging your prostate, that’s what. You do know that your prostate is hardwired to your dick, don’t you?”
“I’ve read about that, but never experienced it.”
“It seems to work. Despite the fact that you just shot your load, you’re hard as a rock.”
“Yeah, and it feels good.”
“It’ll feel even better with another finger.”
Sheldon removed his hand long enough to lube two fingers, then resumed his massage. Brody’s erection twitched with every stroke of Sheldon’s fingers.
“You’re doing so good, I’m gonna go for three fingers now.”
Brody felt his body being stretched open, and couldn’t begin to describe the various sensations he was experiencing.
“Ready for the main event?”
Brody gasped. “Yeah.”
Sheldon stopped what he was doing just long enough to retrieve a condom and roll it in place. Then he got on his knees and raised Brody’s legs to his shoulders. He placed his erection where his fingers had been, and began to push. When he finally hit bottom, Brody thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Sheldon began to pump in and out slowly at first, but in a matter of minutes he was pounding Brody’s ass. He didn’t even realize when Sheldon finally began to spasm inside him, because the mindlessness of his own orgasm had taken over. Sheldon finally pulled his softening erection out of Brody with an audible plop and stretched out beside him for a minute.

Sheldon rolled over on top of Brody. “If you can get it up again, you can fuck me.”
“Inspire me.”
“I can do that.”
In what seemed like no time, Brody was deep inside Sheldon pounding away. He’d already had more than one orgasm, so this one took a while, but it was worth it.
Afterward, Sheldon said, “You know what? We never had breakfast.”
“No time like the present.”

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