Into Another World - Sean's Story 21

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 21

Posted: September 28, 2007
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

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The sun filtered through the curtains and Sean opened his eyes. The room took a while to sink in. This wasn't his tiny cubicle at Sheik Urban's oasis where he'd spent the night in his weird dream. He chuckled at the fading impression of Orlando Bloom in black silk boxers. Where on Earth did his subconscious find the raw material for a dream like this? Then his eyes fell on the tiny silver ring on his night stand and he knew that part of it hadn't been a dream.

Christian's nipple ring. Sean closed his eyes and his mind returned to the week before. He missed the young man's warmth against his own body when Christian had slept in his arms. Would the other miss him, too? Sean was convinced of it; hadn't Christian even told Sean he loved him when he'd left the blond's cubicle after... after...

As always, Sean had woken hard, but the wave of desire that shook him now was not the usual physiological reaction to a full bladder he experienced every morning. The memory of Christian's hands and mouth on him, his tongue and fingers exploring this most hidden place deep inside him – Sean kicked his sleep pants down and wrapped his hand around his leaking cock.

With his eyes squeezed shut, he imagined Christian's face in rapture; he smelled the younger man's sweat and his hand picked up speed. Suddenly, it wasn't his own, but Christian's hand on his cock, and Sean was stroking Christian simultaneously. The tiny gasps and moans his memory provided were enough to bring him close to the edge within only a few minutes. He felt his balls crawl up and harden, not long now... just a few more strokes... Oh yeah... So good...

Deeeet!

"Fuck!!!" Sean yelled his climax and cursed the doorbell. Seven thirty on a Saturday morning. This had better be good.

Still grumbling, he quickly slipped into a bathrobe, wiped his hand on it, and hurried downstairs where a delivery man handed him a small parcel. He signed the receipt, proceeded to the kitchen, and flipped the kettle on. First things first.

While the tea steeped, he carefully unwrapped the package. It was marked with his lawyer's address and he wondered about that since Mr. Urquhart hadn't mentioned he'd send anything when they'd met last night.

Everything had gone smoothly since his return a week before. He'd seen his girls three times already and even enjoyed speaking to his ex-wives. The custody hearing would be a formality only as his lawyer had drawn up a compromise that suited him as well as the children and their mothers. His future looked bright.

Furthermore, Sean's agent had sent him a few scripts of upcoming movie projects. Although he didn't find the proffered roles intriguing – stupid and superficial villains mainly – it showed him that he was still wanted in the business.

There was only one thing he missed; someone actually – but, darn, this parcel was wrapped in a most annoying, highly sophisticated fashion! Sean gave up on the subtle approach and fetched a knife. He opened the parcel and found a drawing of Christian.

Blinking at the smiling face, Sean swallowed hard; then he gently ran a hand over the paper where the young man's cheek was. He closed his eyes and a pained sigh emerged from his chest. Someone he missed indeed!

The kitchen timer interrupted his thoughts and Sean reached for the tea pot. Careful not to spill tea all over this treasure, he put the picture aside. There was also a small box in the parcel. He opened it and almost choked on his tea when he saw the, well, he guessed it would be classified as a dildo.

The metal object was shaped in a slight curve that ended in a bulb of a good inch in diameter. On the other end it had a handle and a switch. Altogether, it looked like a thick, bent asparagus. The leaflet that came with it pointed out that this pleasure wand could vibrate at five different speeds.

Sean eyed the gadget with a mixture of disgust and fascination. True enough, he had thought about this secret spot deep inside him a lot more than he'd care to admit. He'd even tried to find it and repeat the incredible experience Ian and Christian had given him – standing in the shower stall with a finger up his arse. The memory made him blush beet red. Gods, if anyone would have seen him!

And then it had turned out to have been in vain anyway as Sean hadn't been able to locate the spot. Maybe it was because he couldn't probe deeply enough, Sean had thought then, and he'd scanned the house for something better suited than his fingers to reach the gland. He'd quickly discarded candles; what if a candle slipped inside and he had to go to an A&E to have it removed! No way!

Then he'd found the pestle in a kitchen drawer. It had a flared base for the business end and a nice round handle. He'd bitten his lip and decided that it would do. Only, he couldn't bring himself to insert the wooden handle into his scared little hole. Maybe a condom would help? He searched his bathroom cabinet and found that he didn't have any. Later that day, he'd planned to buy a box of condoms. As soon as he met a nice woman he'd need them anyway.

However, upon entering the chemist's shop, he'd lost his nerve. How on earth could he have thought about sticking a pestle up his arse! Although, hadn't Ian told him that het men also enjoyed having their prostates played with? On the other hand, Ian was gay, so how would he know about het men? Then again, the older Brit had never lied to him. Sean knew he wasn't gay despite his reaction to touching his prostate, so it looked as if Ian was right.

The blond sighed. He would need the condoms after all. Although he shuddered at the thought of having this device inside him, he knew he was eventually going to use it. The memory of the unspeakable pleasure a touch on the gland caused would make sure of that. Nevertheless, he hated the thought that Ian had pegged him so well.

The parcel contained several more drawings – a picture of each harem member. Sean recognised that they were all made by Viggo. On the back of each drawing, Sean found a short greeting by the man it depicted. He smiled sadly. There was the one person he missed more than the others, but in truth he missed all of them.

With trembling hands, Sean reached for the drawing of Christian again. A single sentence was written on its back: "I miss you."

"I miss you too, lad..." he whispered.

Sean spent another minute clutching the picture to his heart before his curiosity got the better of him. He read each of the notes and felt moved that the others appeared to miss him, too. Then he found there was also a drawing of the Sheik. He turned it over and froze. Instead of a message it contained a string of numbers.

Less than twenty seconds later, he was on the telephone.

"Urban Industries, good morning. How can I help you?" The female voice sounded vaguely indignant and Sean wondered what time it was at the oasis. No, scrap that. He'd flown out from Dubai and they were three hours or so ahead of British time. He suddenly realised that he didn't have the slightest idea in which country he'd been during all these weeks.

A discreet cough interrupted his train of thoughts. "Uh, yes, sorry. This is Sean Bean here. Can I speak to Ka– with Sheik Urban, please?"

"One moment, please."

Sean's fingers drummed a nervous march on the table while he waited impatiently to hear the electronic detuned rendering of Mozart's Kleine Nachtmusik be replaced by Karl's voice. Gods, he'd never thought he'd be looking forward to hearing that voice again!

Finally, the call was answered. "This is Ian McKellen speaking. I'm afraid that Sheik Urban is temporarily unavailable." The cultivated voice paused, then continued before Sean could reply. "Sean, lad, is that you? The lady at the switchboard didn't quite catch your name."

"Ian! Yeah, it's me. So good to speak with you!" The blond's spirit was soaring. "I just got the parcel with the drawings."

The older man chuckled. "How did you like my present?"

"Uh, well..." Sean swallowed hard. Knowing that Ian could see right through him, he decided that his former mentor deserved an honest reply. Funny, how much easier this type of conversation seemed to be on the telephone. "I... I'll see what I can do with it."

"Oh, I can tell you what to do with it. You start out lying on your bed and thinking of something hot." The other Brit's voice was amused. "Do you have a cordless phone?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah. Why do you wanna know?"

"Because, my dear boy, it means that you can take the phone to the bed with you now. Don't forget to take your new toy along as well."

This was insane! Ian couldn't possibly mean... Wait. Maybe the idea wasn't as bad as it sounded. Ian was an experienced man after all, whereas Sean hadn't even been able to locate his prostate with his finger. It made sense to let the other man explain to him, and nobody else would ever need to know. At least nobody who counted. Let the Sheik and his harem get off on the idea; it wasn't as if he cared anymore. They'd witnessed him in too many embarrassing situations, and since the harem members never left the place, and Sheik Urban wouldn't want his secret to get out, his privacy was safe.

Sean took a deep breath, then he gathered the box and went to his bedroom. "I'm there," he told Ian, mildly annoyed that he was achingly hard already. But wait, his morning wank had almost been interrupted, so he couldn't be blamed for his need. He was a man, after all.

"Good boy," Ian replied. "Now take the prostate stimulator out of its box. I also provided lubricant as I assumed you don't have any at your place."

"Uh... not exactly, no..." Sean's mind was racing. The device was made of steel and the bulbous head looked obscene, but his erection throbbed painfully at the idea of having the thing buried inside his arse.

"Now, squeeze some of the lube onto your hand, maybe a tea spoon full of it, and apply it to the stimulator." Ian's voice grew hypnotic. "Close your eyes and imagine it being Christian's swollen cock, begging for release..."

While quickly doing as he was bidden, Sean began to pant. Ian couldn't really know how much his sexual fantasies were fired by Christian, but the blond's need increased many-fold on thinking of Christian's cock. "It's ready. What do I do now?"

The seductive voice continued slowly. "Set it on its base, within easy reach. It'll wait for you until you're ready. Now, you have the lube on your hands. Use one hand to stroke yourself. Do it languidly. Can you feel how much nicer it is with slick hands than dry?"

Sean moaned. Ian was so right! Why had he never thought of this before? The lube mingled with copious amounts of pre-cum oozing from his slit, and he gently stroked his foreskin up and down.

"Don't forget your balls; they deserve your attention, too..."

Oh yes. Cradling his balls in his free hand, Sean began to knead them gently. He was astonished how good they felt. Knowing they grew very tender when he hadn't jerked off for too long, he often neglected this part of his anatomy. It was mostly his girlfriends who couldn't get enough of fondling his balls. Maybe it was worth listening to Ian's suggestions more often...

"Your hand explores the trail from your balls down to your perineum. This is one of the most exquisite regions of your body. Did you know that light pressure on your perineum feels incredible because it stimulates your prostate? Try it!"

Waves of pleasure coursed through Sean's body when he followed Ian's suggestion. Why had he always fought the older man's counsel before?

"And now let your fingers wander further down until they reach your anus. Be gentle, very gentle. It's waiting for your touch. Circle it slowly. Can you feel how much it wants your finger?"

Sean bit his lip and began to move his hand downward. Drawing a deep breath, he hesitated, then brushed the tip of his index finger against his quivering entrance and gasped. Was this how his female lovers felt when they wanted him inside them? All he knew was that he needed to be breached, and fast. "Please, Ian, what do I do now?"

His mentor chuckled. "Why, isn't it obvious?"

Groaning, Sean replied. "I... tried this a few days ago, you know, but, well, I couldn't manage to find, the, uh..."

"Don't worry, we'll get you there." Ian's voice grew reassuring. "You'll need to get some of the lube onto your fingers and then you'll begin with sliding one of them inside you. Your other hand should be slick with lube and your juices by now, I'd guess."

Good point. Sean rubbed a slick thumb over his frenulum and another drop of pearly liquid appeared at the slit. Quickly gathering the treasure, he spread it onto his fingers, then reached for the forbidden place again.

"I'm doing it, Ian, now." Gods, his finger felt huge when it slipped past the tight ring muscle. Huge, but incredible, and at the same time not enough. "Ian, I need another one! Ungh..." He quickly pushed a second finger in and slid both in and out of his greedy hole.

After only a moment's hesitation, he tried to wriggle a third finger inside, but his muscle was so firmly stretched already that the attempt led to a pained gasp.

Ian reacted immediately. "Go slowly, take your time," the older Brit recommended soothingly. "You need to relax and let your muscle go soft, otherwise it'll hurt."

"But I... want... need..." Sean's brain was fighting for coherency. His relieved groan when the third finger finally slipped into his tight channel ended the struggle to finish the sentence, but Ian knew exactly what the blond had meant to say. "I think you're ready for more now, Sean."

Sean's cock leaped and its owner moaned deeply. Oh yes, finally! He let go of his cock and reached for the slicked gadget. Ian was waiting patiently, knowing that his advice wasn't needed at the moment as Sean's instincts had taken over.

Close to hyperventilating, the blond slowly pressed the bulbous tip of the device against his puckering hole. Fuck, he'd prepared himself, hadn't he? Why couldn't he work the bloody thing into his hole! He adjusted the angle, increased the pressure, and Ian's patience was rewarded with a sharp gasp when the vibrator slid home.

Sean felt impaled as the thing moved deep inside him, guided by his trembling hands until his back arched and he cried out. This was it – he'd finally reached ground zero!

"Oh fuck! Yes, argh!!" Not that Ian had doubted his present would be welcome after an initial denial period, but it was good to hear Sean's appreciation first hand. The older Brit's loosened his robe and began to stroke himself firmly.

"Gods, yeah, incredible!" Sean's free hand was flying over his cock and he was fucking himself on the stimulator. Trying to grip the slippery handle better, he accidentally pressed the switch, and the now vibrating bulb pressed straight onto his most sensitive gland. He screamed on the impact, and he didn't have time to recover his breath because his balls drew up and spewed their load over and over while his whole body twitched and jerked madly in his unspeakable orgasm.

Sean's moans and cries didn't fail to have their effect on Ian, too. He came quietly, together with Sean, and his climax was no less intense than the blond's.

The aftershocks were fading slowly, and the vibrator began to feel like a fucking pogo-stick drumming on his oversensitive gland. Sean quickly pulled it out.

Gosh, what a ride! He suddenly remembered Ian on the phone. Not quite knowing what to say, he picked up the hand piece. "Uh, Ian? Sorry, mate, I kinda lost it..."

The older man chuckled. "Don't worry, you're welcome. I know exactly how you feel."

Sean swallowed. Did Ian mean that he, too...? He decided that he didn't want to know and hurried to answer. "Well, yeah, and thank you for the – present. Look, mate, I gotta go. Will you give my regards to the others?"

Heartily, Ian replied. "Of course I will, Sean. Please be assured that you're welcome to phone again anytime you like. And I know you have to go. Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but Karl has granted permission to the lads to watch your appearance on Channel 4 later tonight. We can't wait to see you."

"Well, I guess I'll speak to you later, then."

"I'm looking forward to it. Take care, Sean."

They ended the phone call and Sean checked his clock. Darn, he'd better hurry if he wanted to be on time for the talk show. He pushed all thoughts of the harem and its members aside and concentrated on getting ready for the upcoming interview.

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