Re-Creation of the Gods (Part 2)

Kurt opened his eyes to a new day with a smile on his face, which he hadn’t done for a long time. He lay there on his bed quietly feeling himself and amazed at the calm within his body. He touched his privates lightly and marveled at how hard and strong it was just at the thought of the events he had participated in the day prior. His bare body was warm under the covers. His bottom was very relaxed and had no repercussions from yesterday’s activities. He just lay there remembering it all and feeling very loved. The excitement grew clearly with the prospect of anything coming from what seemed overwhelming and intriguing, but he dared not let his mind or heart jump to any conclusions quickly. He just laid there, naked, warm and peaceful.
While in his private domain, a faint knock at the front door muffled in. Thinking it was just a memory of yesterday, he continued to relax into himself, feeling his heartbeat and dreaming of life. Again a knock sounded, this time not so faint. He quickly jumped to his feet. He scurried around the bed to a hook on the door holding a satin full-length robe. Securing it on him, he walked to the door quickly to see who was there. His hope was that the new friend he had met the day earlier would be on the other side of the door, but he knew he didn’t look very enticing at that particular moment. A good nights sleep has a tendency to make one look sloppy and puffy in the morning he thought, so his feelings were torn as to whom he really wanted to see. With a deep breath and a quick silent sigh, he opened the door.
“Good morning sleepy head.” His new companion James said.
“Shit.” Kurt replied.
“OK, sorry. Not a good morning then.”
“No, no.” Kurt said quickly. “Come in. It’s just that I look horrible and you look … well … beautiful as always. Not Fair.”
James just smiled with that boyish grin of his and entered the home.
“Another cold one out there.”
“Is it?”
“I think it might snow. At least that’s what I heard on the radio.”
“I love the snow, as long as I don’t have to go out in it.” Kurt said as he began to accept the fact that his new friend has now seen him at his very worst.
“You want to hear something funny?” James smiled lightheartedly.
“Sure.”
“I left my tools here last night, in your basement. Wonder what Freud would say about that?”
“He would say your mind was on other things.” Kurt said, thinking he was being clever.
“I guess.”
“Listen, I hate to be rude, but I need to jump in the shower and make myself look like something. You know where everything is downstairs. Go ahead and do your thing and I will be out in a few and then I’ll make coffee for us if you would like.”
Kurt seemed apprehensive and James was reading all the signs. It appeared as if he was either uncomfortable with the way he looked at that exact moment or just unsure of yesterday’s erotic prowls. There was no way James was going to let his new desires feel that way.
“By the way.” He said sweetly, “You look great in the morning.”
He hoped that line would put Kurt at ease to his appearance and reassure him that he was still interested in him.
“Yeah, and you need glasses. I’ll only be a few. Now go do what you do best.”
With that, Kurt headed back to his lair to fetch his towel and clothes. All the way back to his room, he shook his head in disbelief that the idol he had bedded yesterday saw him like this. How embarrassing this was to him. He figured he blew it. Looking the way he did and probably smelling, he figured that the beautiful man in his cellar was laughing or something.
“Sure.” He said under his breath softly, “He comes here early in the morning looking all nice and gorgeous, and wearing cologne no less; and you, you look like you just went five rounds with a blender and lost. Great!”
He turned to the door to head to the bathroom when his alarm clock caught his eye. The early morning he thought was now, had past six hours ago. It was 2:15pm. Some how, while he was relaxing in his bed thinking all kinds of pleasantries, he had fallen asleep and melted into his own dreams.
“Shit!” He said moving even quicker than before.
He peeked around the corner of his door to assure the coast clear and rushed to the bathroom down the hall for a quick, thorough shower … just in case. He turned the water on first because he knew it took a while for the hot water to come up, and then grabbed a razor from his medicine chest along with shaving cream. Looking quickly in the mirror, he made a face in disgust and took his robe off. He hung the robe on the door hook and tested the water. After making a couple of quick adjustments to the temperature, he stepped in and saturated his entire form. He wasn’t thinking of anything but getting clean and hurrying the process as much as possible without missing any vital body parts. The steamy water beat down on his muscles and he stood there for a moment to allow the warmth to wake him up.
Suddenly, the shower curtain opened and there stood James, butt naked, beautiful and smiling.
“What are you doing?” Kurt said startled almost out of his skin.
“You said to do what I do best. Thinking of you, touching you and wanting you is what I do best.” James answered putting on his best ‘pathetic puppy dog’ look.
“You are incorrigible. Get in here gorgous.” Was all Kurt could think quickly to say.
“I thought you would never ask.”
They both raised their eyebrows and grinned seductively. Kurt moved his way to the other side of the shower so that his personal electrician could cocoon himself into the pouring waterfall. He watched as the water showered his entire body. Each muscle on James’ body was flexing as he tilted his head back and ran his fingers through his hair. Kurt noticed the bicep’s and triceps of his lover. He awed and wondered what it would feel like wet and tense. His eyes roamed the perfect stature before him. He took in all the curves and tones of this god-like man he had dreamt of all night long. He noticed attributes about him that he hadn’t seen in the dark the day before. It was all very good, and he just wanted to feel him.
James tilted his head forward and opened his eyes.
“I missed you last night.”
“I missed you too.”
“I couldn’t get out of my mind what we shared and how beautiful it was and how incredible you are.” James said with conviction and worth.
“Really?” Kurt amazed.
“Yes honey, really. Is it OK if I call you honey?”
“Honestly, I would like that.” He answered in a melting tone.
“Now, can I ask you a very, very important question?” James said seriously.
Kurt started thinking a mile a minute. He got nervous and began to think all the worst questions possible. He readied himself for whatever could be coming and said calmly,
“Sure, go for it.”
James leaned his perfectly shaped, wet bottom against the shower wall, crossed his ankles and placed his hands behind his ass cheeks. He tilted his head to one side, raised one eyebrow and said gently and with a pleading tone;
“Would you kiss me? That is all I have waited for. Please?”
Kurt just smiled lightly and leaned forward and docked his lips on the adorable and irresistible creature standing wet and naked before him. This kiss was going to be the root of it all. A kiss that had more feeling and drive than either of them had felt before from each other or anyone for that matter. It was flawless. They stood under the cascading water and teased each other playfully. Kurt used the tip of his tongue to slide around James’ lips while he gently tapped his stiff dripping cock into his pelvic. James tried over and over to grab Kurt’s tongue with his teeth gently but to no avail. After a few moments of teasing and growing, Kurt dropped his tongue deep into James’ mouth and pushed it down into his throat. James grabbed Kurt’s soaking ass and pulled him fast and hard. Their cocks crashed together like symbols in an orchestra, and he left no room for water to flow between them. The kiss became extreme and both swished their tongues inside each other as Kurt held the firm face of his passion.
James stood leaning against the shower wall as his lover melted into him. They became the ideal portrait of lust and desire in a picture drawn from fantasy. James slipped his forefinger into the crack of his partners ass as he kissed deeper and more quickly. He slid it up and down the slide letting the water lubricate the motion effortlessly. Each movement was elegant and enviable. He took one of his muscularly curved legs and wrapped it around the body pressed against him and raised his leg to surround the form with style and comfort.
Kurt pressed his body closer and could feel the warm juices dripping from the love shaft of his partner. The juice was lubricating their pubic crotch. It eased the swaying of their bodies as they kissed. Neither of them opened their eyes in fear of losing the moment.
James slowly and respectfully slipped his finger into the hole that was waiting for him. As he protruded his way in, he reached for the bar of soap with his other hand, not missing a sway of the body or a touch of the tongue and lips. He slid the soap onto the cheek of Kurt’s firm and round ass and began to rub it in perfect motion with the bodies beat. The cold soap bar felt amazing to Kurt and he knew its purpose fully. James slowly descended the finger from inside his lover and replaced it quickly and without interruption with another finger covered with suds. His finger slid in faster and easier then the other and Kurt just pressed his body into him with submission. James slowly raised his chest as to back away his mate from him and he pulled his lips to himself politely.
“How did I find you? I feel honored.” James said
“I’m not complaining baby. I’m just as pleased.”
“Well, I want to please you. I want to make your heart and body sing.”
“Hmmm.” is the only response he got.
Kurt wasn’t complaining and James knew what he wanted to do.
He took the handsome form drenched before him and turned him gently to the wall.