Chapter 4 in the series, Work of Desire.

This story is a sequel to: Confrontation

Simon climbed into bed and sat back against the headboard, waiting for his young lover to finish in the bathroom.

Lover.

The blind artist shuddered at the thought of totally possessing James' beautiful body. Up until now the two of them had satisfied their bodies' lust with hands and mouths. Not once had Simon pushed James to go any further with their lovemaking.

But tonight, the older man mused. Tonight would be different. He would demonstrate to James how important the youth had become to him.

When the teenager had asked to spend the night, Simon, for the first time in years, experienced a rekindling of emotions in his heart. He knew the very first moment when James had touched him in his studio several months ago that he would fall helplessly in love with the teenager. And with each passing day spent in James' company, that prediction had come to fruition.

Now it was time to share his feelings with the youth. Simon chewed thoughtfully on his bottom lip. Hopefully they would be returned and not thrown mockingly back in his face.

Simon closed his eyes and listened to the soothing sound of the bathroom's shower. Unbidden, the image of James' naked and wet body stirred the incessant fire in his loins. The older man smiled and stroked his hand over his anxious manhood.

After rechecking the nightstand for the necessary items, Simon tucked several pillows behind his large frame. Leaning back, he again closed his eyes and contemplated the new phase his relationship with James was about to enter. There was no doubt in the artist's mind that the youth was a magnificent specimen of masculinity, a Greek god in human form. But it wasn't James' physique that Simon was totally interested in. Nor was he attracted to the cocky, full of shit, attitude the teenager so proudly hid behind.

Simon shook his head in wonder. His heart had been completely captured by the insecure boy sheltered deep within James. He had caught a glimpse of that vulnerability the night of the high school award's banquet. William Ellison had neglected to attend the affair that gave recognition to his son's football career and James had not hesitated in verbalizing the hate and anger he felt for his father. But Simon realized that beneath all that hostility, the teenager was simply a boy who craved his father's love and affection.

The black artist frowned slightly as he listened for James' entrance. He was more than willing to give the teenager all of his love and as much time as needed to feel secure in that love. But he did not want the teen to see him as a substitute parent.

Simon ran his hand over his body and readjusted himself within the sweats he wore.

No. His feelings for James were definitely not fatherly.

Wiping the fine sheen of sweat from his face, the older man leaned his head back and waited patiently for his lover. Several minutes passed before the bathroom door opened. Simon turned his head, a look of confusion on his face at the teen's hesitation.

"James?"

The silent teenager remained standing in the doorway even after Simon pulled back the covers and patted the space beside him on the bed.

"Coming?" The artist smiled at the unintentional pun.

The choice of words was not lost on the teenager. James' whispered reply was barely audible. "Hope to soon."

Simon's grin turned to a frown as the teen remained motionless, his shallow breaths the only indication that he was still in the room.

"James?" The black man slid across the bed until he was sitting on the side, facing the youth. "Is something wrong, Tiger?"

No answer.

"I'm not going to bite, James. Come here."

Taking a deep breath, the teen muttered to himself quietly, "I can do this."

Simon's eyes widened at the words his lover whispered. Holding out a hand, he motioned James to join him. It took several seconds before the teen complied with his request. Reaching out a hand, the blind artist carefully touched the youth and was completely surprised at the fine trembling he felt in James' body.

"Tiger? Is something wrong? Would you rather sleep in the guest bedroom?"

"No!" James gripped Simon's hand and pressed it against his towel-covered groin. "I want to spend the night with you."

The black artist tugged on the teenager's hand, trying to pull him closer. "Why the hesitation?"

James resisted the older man's pull and instead took a step back. Simon kept his hold on the youth's hand and waited quietly.

After a solid minute of thought, Simon posed a question to the young football player.

"James? Have you ever had anal sex with a man?"

The teenager jerked his hand away. "Fuck yeah. Of course I have."

Simon reached out and closed his hand around James' neck, forcing the youth to lean down.

"Look, babe. It's me . . . Simon. I'm not one of your buds from school. You have nothing to prove to me."

James bowed his head only to have his chin caught by Simon's finger. The older man lifted up the teen's face. "I'm not going to think less of you, James."

Simon cupped the youth's face in his hands and kissed him softly, his words whispering into James' open mouth. "In fact, I would be incredibly honored to receive the gift of your innocence."

"I'm not no fucking baby. And I've been sucking cock since I was 14 years old."

Simon smiled at the teen's attempted bravado. "And a very good cock sucker you are, my love." The black man brushed his fingers over the cheeky smile on his lover's face.

"But I'm not talking about sucking cock or giving hand jobs. I'm talking about anal sex, James."

The artist pressed a gentle kiss to James' cheek before whispering in his ear. "If you're a virgin to this type of loving I need to know, Tiger. It would kill me if I hurt you in any way."

Simon ran his hand over the teen's bare chest and played briefly with his nipples. "Anal sex can hurt if not performed properly. Do you want me to hurt you?"

James sucked in a breath as the flesh of his nipples tightened into small nubs. "Shit, Si."

Simon tapped his finger on the teen's nose. "Answer me, James. Please. It's important I know the truth."

The teen's trembling increased and Simon ached to pull the boy into the shelter of his arms. But until his lover trusted him with an honest answer, the artist would not touch him intimately.

"James? I'm asking one final time. Are you a virgin in this regard?"

"Yes." The answer was so quiet; the black man almost missed it.

Simon removed the damp towel from his lover's body and slid off the bed to kneel in front of James. "It's okay, baby. It's nothing to be ashamed about."

The tall teen shook his head and stared into the darkness. "I'm not ashamed, Si. I just never wanted to do it with anyone before."

James' hand wandered across the large man's chest and rested over the area of his heart. "Never until now."

Blue eyes searched the blind man's face. "Fuck me, Simon. Make me yours."

The black artist smiled. There was the lost little boy he cherished, asking for the love he had been denied during his childhood.

Simon bent his head forward and nuzzled the fresh clean skin of James' stomach. "No fucking, Tiger. Only loving."

James gasped as the small hollow of his navel was tongued repeatedly. Legs that were steady a second before now threatened to collapse and the teen gripped Simon's shoulders for support.

Simon smiled as the heat of arousal rushed through his lover's body. The boy's cock drilled into his lower jaw, reminding him of its presence. Ignoring the blatant offer of manhood, Simon moved further up the teen's body and attended to the sensitive circles of flesh on James' smooth chest.

The artist nuzzled the wrinkled nubs before licking a wet path over each one. Unable to decide which one to tease first, Simon satisfied his hunger by sucking noisily on the right nipple while gently pinching the left. Both maneuvers were appreciated by James, his fierce moans a definite indication of his pleasure.

"Oh God, Si. Your . . . your mouth.'

Simon nipped the hairless skin of James' upper torso, leaving a path of passion marks. He mouthed the definition of bone and muscle on his way toward his ultimate goal. Groaning his delight in his lover's youthful body, Simon traced his tongue over James' trembling lips.

"I love you, Tiger."

James' blue eyes blazed with unspoken emotions, their depths misting with a dampness that threatened to spill over and alert the blind man to the fragile state of his heart. The teen struggled to force out words that would not betray his weakness, words that would indicate his cocksure confidence. A confidence that was false and had disappeared with the first touch of Simon's hand on his naked body.

"Si . . . I . . . you make me . . . Si, I . . ."

Simon claimed James' mouth and went in search of the words that remained trapped in the boy's throat. His tongue went deep, gathering his lover's sweet taste. Raking over the sharp edges of James' teeth, he teased the youth into following his tongue back into his mouth. The minute the teen wandered in, Simon sucked hard on James' tongue, smiling at the harsh moan that fought its way out into the silence.

Releasing his lover's mouth, the artist smoothed his hands over the youth's tall body, trailing a light sensual touch over broad shoulders, wide chest, narrow waist. His fingers rested lightly on James' hips, unsure of where to go next. Rubbing his thumbs back and forth over the crease that joined legs and torso, Simon took a deep breath and inhaled the strong scent of his lover's sex.

"I wish I could see your cock, Tiger. I bet it's standing so straight and proud."

The black man wrapped his hand around the shaft and squeezed lightly. "It's so hard, like steel wrapped in velvet."

Leaning down, Simon licked his tongue over the weeping slit. "I love the taste of your seed and I'm afraid it's becoming an addiction for me."

Simon blew a breath of warm air over James' manhood and leaned back, concentrating totally on his senses to direct his loving. "It's times like these that I curse my blindness."

The older man smiled at the touch of James' fingers as they ghosted over his sightless eyes. "I ache with such hunger to see you, to see your face. The artist in me wants to rejoice in the contrast of our skin color, to watch as the darkness of my flesh slides over your pale body. That image alone is enough to threaten my control."

James tangled his fingers in Simon's tight curls and pulled the man's head back. He looked down and lost his breath at the sight of love etched on Simon's face. "I wish you could see me, Si. Cause maybe then you could see . . . could see how much . . ."

Simon cradled his lover's genitals in his large hands. "Is it love, James? If my eyes looked into yours would I see love?"

The teen's knees buckled and he fell into the shelter of his lover's arms. Simon held James close and ran his hands over the youth's warm skin. "Do you love me, Tiger?"

The teen hid his face, his words muffled against the man's dark skin. "I . . . I . . . " Teeth scraped against one of Simon's nipples as James searched for the words that would communicate the state of his heart. "Dammit."

James pulled away from Simon and scrambled to his feet. "I'm a jock, Si. I don't know all the right words. But maybe I can show you."

Reaching down a hand, he assisted the large man back on the bed. Avoiding the arms that attempted to pull him close again, James pushed Simon onto his back. Allowing his hands to rest momentarily on his lover's wide shoulders, the youth took a moment to admire Simon's body. His eyes traced the hard muscles that defined the man's chest and abdomen. James smiled at his lover's outie bellybutton and clicked his teeth together, more than ready to nibble on the small protrusion of flesh.

Simon's ragged intake of air directed the teen's gaze upwards and he watched avidly as the man's large nipples shriveled into tight little buds. Leaning down he slowly licked his tongue over each peak.

"James! Feels good babe. More . . . oh God . . . lick some more."

Complying with the artist's request, James spent several minutes tasting the ebony peaks. When the older man flung out his right arm, the teen's gaze traced the extremity and caught sight of the items on the nearby bed stand. Distracting his lover with a pinch to each nipple, James snagged the container of lubricant and a condom. Coating his fingers with the cold gel, he reached between his legs and pushed the slippery mess inside his hole.

Wanting his activity to remain undetected, James leaned down and sucked hard on one of Simon's nipples. He worried the sensitive flesh with his tongue and teeth. Fingers clawed at his head and shoulders but the teen continued his torture. Switching sides, James lavished the same attention to the neglected nub, the very act of sucking choking back the moans of pleasure his self-preparation was producing.

Finally after working three fingers easily in and out of his hole, James relinquished his lover's nipple and leaned back. Sliding the condom on, James took a deep breath and readied himself for the monumentous step he was about to take.

Smiling at the wanton sprawl of his soon to be lover, the teen thought, I love him; I want. Simple as that.

Secure in his decision, James scored his nails across Simon's swollen nipples, taking advantage of the man's reaction to grab the man's erection and guide it inside his body.

"What the . . . Shit! James!"

The blind man lifted off the mattress, nearly unseating his young lover. Taken completely by surprise by James' brazen move, Simon fought to control the teen's movements, his hands gripping James' hips.

"Babe . . . slow . . . take it slow . . . Damn!"

Simon threw back his head and howled with joy as his cock was completely taken inside his lover's virgin channel. The teen laughed as his ass muscles instinctively clamped down on Simon's manhood.

Words of happy amazement rushed out of James' mouth. "Fuck! You're in me. You're really all the way in me."

Simon groaned as his lover rocked his hips back and forth. Shuddering helplessly at the sensations bombarding his body, the black artist struggled to think. When the hell did I lose control of this love initiation?

Determined to take an active role, Simon wrapped one hand around James' swollen member and the other hand around the teenager's neck, pulling him down into a soul-shattering kiss.

The older man's touch on his dick pushed James perilously close to shooting his load. The slow in and out ride was abandoned and the teen's movements took on a frantic, almost desperate rhythm. James closed his hands around Simon's and bucked wildly, forcing his dick to slide roughly in the black man's grip.

"Si! I'm . . . lover . . . yours, man. I'm all yours."

James forced his eyes open and grabbed Simon's head. Pulling the man close, the teen surrendered the words his heart had kept hidden for so long. "I love you, Si." As the echo of his confession was swallowed up by his lover's mouth, James felt his body shatter into a million pieces as a searing heat filled his ass.

With a twist of his hand, Simon pushed his young lover over the edge. Hot spurts of cum splattered across his chest, the liquid heat branding each patch of skin it touched. The black man caught the teen's heavy weight as it collapsed down upon him. He stroked his hands over James' trembling body and listened as the youth tried to control his labored breathing enough to speak.

Wiping the sweat from his face, James had the audacity to grin at his panting lover as he wiggled his ass. "I'm no fucking virgin, now."

The teen lifted up and looked down to where his body was still joined with Simon's. "I can't believe that goliath dick of yours is inside me."

James laid back down on Simon's chest and whispered his awe. "Wow! It feels so . . . hell I don't even know how to describe it."

Simon grunted as the teen bounced back upright. "Oomph!"

James reached behind himself and squeezed the older man's balls. "Come on, Si. Let's do it again. I'll let you be on top this time."

The blind man groaned and grabbed his enthusiastic lover. "Dear God, help me. I've created a monster."

End Surrender by Angelise: angelise7@hotmail.com

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