Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2010 18:20:02 -0500
From: Keith <metalhead_492@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ryan and Daniel - Part 1 - Breakfast for Two

Ryan awoke to the sound of heavy winter boots screeching on the linoleum of
his kitchen, of the door closing ever so gracefully, and of the snapping of
the fireplace beneath him. He twisted his body, stretching out over the
bed, reaching his arms underneath the pillows, and rasping the head of his
rock hard cock across the surface of the top sheet in a way that made him
moan with pleasure. He reached down through the wisps of his treasure trail
and over the stubble of a recently shaved package, and put a hand over the
tip of his member on the silk-like fabric of the bed. It was pulsating with
his heartbeat, and as Ryan clenched the muscles of his nether region it
sent hot globs of pre-cum into his palm, most likely as an effect of having
a massive hard-on in the minutes before waking.

`Morning wood. Excellent.'  Ryan wisely thought to himself without such as
a hint of sarcasm. Pulling the arm back up to his face, he quickly licked
his hand clean without a second thought, and coursed the fingers back
through his pitch black crew cut. He inhaled a long breath through his
nostrils and reached behind his head with both arms in another stretch,
pulling his hips up over his knees with his face buried in the sheets, the
soft burgundy quilt slipped off of his body, exposing his fully naked flesh
to the warm glow of sunlight filtering in through the highest western
windows.

As he heard the shuffling of shopping bags and winter clothing beneath him,
Ryan decided that perhaps it was time to get out of bed. The winter months
made it very difficult to tell time by the sun, but it was surely later
than ten by now. He raised his shoulders from the surface of the bed,
extending his arms again and craning his back, flexing his buttocks and
sending yet more drops of pre glistening from the tip of his flawless dick,
hanging in the air like a puppet of sensation.  It soaked into the fine
fabric of his bedding in a few seconds; no matter, it was a few drops among
the stains of hours of foreplay and raw sex the night before.

Ryan rolled out of bed into the nicely warmed interior of a small log
cabin, willed to him by a passed away great uncle, or rather, willed to his
adoptive parents who were both deceased, and being their only child, Ryan
became the benefactor. Nestled in the mountains of coastline British
Columbia, it stood completely off-grid, with solar paneling on every
efficient square inch, water turbines in a year-round waterfall just a
hundred yards from the back door, and windmills on the peaks that were the
backyard, it ran off of twenty car batteries and excess power heated the
boilers and furnace. There was a wood stove downstairs, with natural gas
supplement for only the coldest winter nights.

He walked over his clothes from yesterday, past his clothes for today, and
coyly stepped into the banister of the loft. Ryan's face beamed with a
smile as he glared down into the kitchen, where that nordic god, the sexual
beast, and the object of his affection laid out a few groceries on the
counter top. After a few moments of Ryan's watching, he must have felt his
presence, because he looked straight up at him, a still very much erect
penis poking through the railings, and grinned with that incredible smile.

"Morning!" he called, returning to the task at hand.

"Hey there, sexy. What are you up to so early?" Ryan begged.

"Making breakfast for you, Ryan." Daniel spoke with a slight accent. His
nearly impeccable English was the result of his parents migrating from
Sweden when he was three. His head shone like a second sun as he removed
his toque, platinum blonde reflecting all available light. As Ryan made his
way down the stairs, he smelled the faint but very distinct aroma of
coffee. His slender hands glided down the rail, and his feet cushioned into
the carpet of the living room. Still completely naked, he walked past the
loveseat, the dining table, and the kitchen island before sneaking up on
his lover.

"It's freezing outside." Daniel spoke without turning from where he now had
a grill heating with oil.

"Bet you're nice and warm, though..." Ryan slid his hands up the front of
Daniel's unzipped winter jacket, a leather and Parka wool coat that was
tested in Siberia before being shipped to the utility store where Dan
worked. Slowly, he worked his fingers up to those tight nipples under his
even tighter t-shirt. He playfully prodded Daniel's sweet ass with his
cock, forcing laughter from the Swede, who dropped the spatula and allowed
Ryan to slip the jacket from his bulky arms and spin it around
himself. Ryan pulled his arms in, raking as much of the fuzzy interior over
his naked torso as possible. The smell of the leather sent him sky high in
the blurry waking hour. He leaned up against the island, closing his eyes
and burying his face into the coat.

Without warning, he felt the warmth of a hand wrap around the base of his
shaft, and the wet of a tongue trail from testicle to tip. "Oh-ooaAH!"
Ryan's face contorted in ecstasy as he muffled the cry into the Parka, and
for a moment he thought he might orgasm right then and there. Daniel
squeezed along the length of the underside with the head in his mouth,
taking in what had to be a buck-load of pre-cum. As Ryan recovered from the
onslaught of intense stimulation, breathing heavily and moaning slightly,
he felt the warm hand crawl up his chest, parting the wool and drawing his
chin up for a kiss.

The taste of his spunk was heavy on their mouths as Ryan dove into it,
wrapping his arms around Daniel and spinning with him through the
kitchen. They pinballed between the counters, rebounded off of the dining
chairs, and pounced back and forth over the sofa and loveseat. Daniel
pushed his knees into the cushions, with his arms resting over the back of
the sofa, teasing with his gorgeous ass perked up in the air. Ryan mounted
him like a dog, reaching under his arms and grabbing his shoulders, bodies
together, legs together, grinding into his blue jeans and biting his neck.

Just as Daniel was about to unbutton his pants, the grill began to sizzle
and pop, a sure sign that it was up to heat. They both stopped, looked over
into the kitchen, and Daniel took Ryan's arms away from him, turning around
to him and laying him down on the couch in warm embrace. Ryan's throbbing
member lolled just over his navel, sticking to his treasure trail, dripping
with pre-cum.

"Wait here, I'll be right back." Daniel said with a light kiss. Ryan
propped his head up on his arms, eyes closed, and as much as Daniel wanted
to lick every square inch of the wonderful body lying on the cushions,
especially some of the lower areas, he had to attend to the food. He
waltzed between the furniture again as his own dick jabbed the inside of
his jeans with astounding pressure. Upon sprinkling a bit more olive oil
onto the grill and cracking half a dozen eggs, he immediately removed his
clothes, revealing his impacted back muscles and chiselled abdomen.

As Ryan rested his head back on the arm of the sofa, he felt Daniel walking
over the linoleum and the carpet to creep up behind him. Opening his eyes,
he saw the stretched black weave of boxer-briefs hovering over his
face. Daniel's hard shaft pushed out into the fabric, peaking like a tent
and wavering with Ryan's touch. He wrapped his hands around the enclosure,
stretching his neck up to bite the cloth covering his immaculate
balls. Sliding his hands up farther, Ryan pulled ever so gently on the
elastic holding up Daniel's last shred of clothing. Daniel shuddered with
excitement as he crawled over the couch, straddling his tight ass over
Ryan's face, breathing heavily on his exposed junk.

Ryan slowly peeled the boxers down over the white flesh, exposing the
cherry in the centre of his crack, the firmness of his prostate, and his
unyielding testicles hanging over the edge of his boxers like a hooked fish
bait on the side of a river boat. Daniel eased his legs apart, arching his
back and spreading his rump even more as Ryan lightly licked between the
two hanging orbs, up along his gooch, and circled around his puckered
man-hole. Ryan buried his face into the crack, perfectly shaven and clean
from a morning shower, lapping like a cat along the tense and twitching
centre of arousal.

Daniel moaned intensely as he bent down and began sucking on Ryan's still
heavily swollen cock.  Ryan's hips widened and one knee retracted as a low
hum escaped his lips into Daniel's backside. He felt fingernails dig into
his ass a little bit, just enough to hurt, and he returned the favour by
nipping the base of Ryan's shaft with a flick that jiggled his balls like
Jell-o. He cupped them with one hand, sending a wet little finger into the
crack just below as he steadily trailed his lips up and down the length of
the stiff member in his mouth.

Ryan began to work his way lower, going ravenous on the outside of Daniel's
prostate and suckling gently on his sac. He worked a free hand down the
front of the boxers, pulling them down even farther, letting the throbbing
hot cock loll against his chin. He spread his fingers out over the package,
massaging the pubic region and licking the base of the thick monster
within. He felt his climax approaching, and shifted his body down on the
couch to take it into his maw. Going balls deep, Ryan felt the tip of
Daniel's warm cock hitting the back of his throat. He put his hands on
Daniel's ass, working him up and down until he got the picture and began to
face-fuck him of his own accord.

Daniel worked the head with his tongue with increased speed and ferocity
with this display of enthusiasm, and this oncoming wave of pleasure. Ryan
started to moan through the blowjob and buck his own hips upward into his
mouth, and for a few seconds, they were in perfect lateral harmony, each
humping right into the mouth of the other, holding each other's legs and
sucking one-another's dick. Ryan's moans became louder and more drawn;
Daniel began to feel his own orgasm fast on its way, and he soon lost all
control as Ryan screamed into his cock and spurted a load of sticky, white
cum into his mouth. Daniel roughly fucked Ryan's stationary mouth as Ryan
took it all the way down and worked a wriggling middle finger into the ass
just above him.

Daniel went wild, moaning into his climax and blowing his load far into
Ryan's throat and all over his face as he could not help but retract from
the immense pleasure. A few more resounding waves of intensity coursed
through him as Ryan furiously licked all over the pulsating member, and he
sent even more cum shooting across Ryan's chest. They both breathed heavily
for a few moments, before Daniel spun around and collapsed into embrace
with his boyfriend. They kissed passionately, mixing cum and saliva from
both parties in a wonderful tasting milkshake of love.

After they had settled and the house had gone quiet of their moans of
pleasure, they noticed the smell of the olive oil cooking, and the
sunny-side up eggs sizzled and popped on the heated surface of the grill.

"Eggs are ready..." Daniel whispered into Ryan's ear.

"Good," he replied, "That was a perfect appetizer!" he laughed.

END PART 1