Into Another World - Sean's Story 23

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 23

Posted: November 9, 2007
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

*****

"Did you just say you're travelling to the oasis?"

Sean moved his seat back and smiled. It had been so simple. Hugh had agreed with him that leaving London for a while might be a good idea.

Also, the Sheik had offered Sean sanctuary. A quick phone call had confirmed that he'd be welcome at the oasis – on the Sheik's conditions. However, Sean pushed that thought firmly aside. Plenty of time to worry about that later. What counted right now was that he was going to see Christian soon.

Checking his watch for the umpteenth time, the blond swore softly. They were not even two hours into the flight but it felt like an eternity already.

Sean felt Hugh's amused look and blushed, then smiled at the Aussie, grateful not to be alone.

He'd been a mess after speaking with Karl. The prospect of seeing, feeling Christian again soon had turned Sean's knees and brain into jelly, and he'd been more than relieved when Hugh had offered to make the travel arrangements. Amazingly, there had even been First Class tickets available for the evening flight, and four hours later they were airborne.

Hugh smiled back, yawned, and reclined his seat, too. They'd been served dinner right after reaching their cruising altitude. The Australian yawned again and apologised for being so tired. He was still jet-lagged and promptly fell asleep a few minutes later.

Sean envied his travel companion for being able to sleep. He still hated flying and his impatience didn't make things easier. Shifting nervously in his seat, the blond winced when his bruises prevented him from finding a comfortable position.

Think of Christian... An image formed in front of the Brit's inner eye. This time, it wasn't Christian crying out softly in ecstasy. Instead, he remembered the look of despair and utter loss on the younger man's face when Sean had hugged him for the last time.

Looking at his watch once more, Sean willed time to pass faster so he could finally see the beloved face break into a happy smile. He longed to ask Ian about Christian's reaction to his announcement – why on Earth didn't they have a satellite phone on this flight? Fuck, he could even have spoken to Christian himself and told him he was on his way!

Then again, Ian and Karl had probably informed the others already. Sean smiled, convinced that the other slaves would also be happy to see him return. First and foremost, however, he wanted to be with Christian.

Sean adjusted his pants to provide more room for his swelling cock. After discreetly checking that Hugh was still asleep, the blond's eyes lingered on the other man. The Aussie was definitely handsome, and from what Sean had seen so far, he also had a fab body.

Catching himself wondering what Hugh would look like naked, Sean quickly averted his eyes again. What was he thinking, checking out another man! As if he were...

No. He wasn't gay. Of course, he was in love with Christian, and Christian was a man, but he was special. Christian was unique and one simply had to love him, regardless of the fact that he was a man. Sean desired the person Christian, not his body. Weeell... the body, too, since it was part of the person, but...

Darn, what had started him on this train of thought? You were wondering if Hugh is well hung, Sean's sub-conscious hurried to provide. The blond groaned. Now, that train of thought wasn't much better, still... Another discreet look and Sean knew that at least the bulge in the Aussie's pants indicated that nature had been generous in this case.

He snorted. Of course, this had nothing to do with being gay. He himself wasn't too remarkable when it came to size, and it was only natural for a man to check out the competition. This ritual usually took place in the men's room, but aboard a plane...

Sean grinned at the thought of an inconspicuous size evaluation in the airplane toilet. No sir, we had no intention of joining the Mile High Club; we were only comparing sizes... If the man next to him were Christian, he might even consider it...

*****

"Oi, sorry to wake you, mate, but we'll be landing in ten..."

Sean blinked at Hugh with bleary eyes. So he'd finally fallen asleep, then. And they were in Dubai. Sighing, the blond realised that the trip from Dubai to wherever the oasis was located would take another few hours. He fastened his seat belt for landing and opened his mouth to ask Hugh in what manner they'd continue their journey.

A lurch by the plane stopped him dead in his tracks, and for the next few minutes Sean was too busy reminding his stomach to stay where it belonged to phrase the question again. Suddenly, he wasn't too keen continuing straight on after leaving the plane. A little rest on terra firma sounded more and more appealing.

It was not to be. They were immediately greeted by a man who drove them to the private part of the airfield. Sean's eyes widened in horror when they turned away from the hangars and approached his personal incarnation of doom. The final stretch of the journey would be travelled by helicopter.

Later, Sean would never recall the exact details of the heli ride, and he wasn't sure of Hugh's claim that the substantial bruise on the Aussie's leg had really been caused by the terrified Brit clawing at him.

What he remembered, though, was the feeling of utter helplessness, being locked in, and the certainty that they'd all die within the next minutes. It had all been in vain; he'd never see his beloved Christian again.

By the time they finally landed at the oasis, Sean's face was positively green and he swore he'd never fly again. This was what laundry must feel like when leaving the tumble dryer. He could easily understand now why the Pope always kissed the ground after landing.

Sean's knees were still wobbly and he clung to Hugh's arm for support. It didn't matter if the spectators thought him a wimp; he was so glad to have escaped the death trap that he almost broke into tears of relief.

Karl noticed Sean's distress immediately and took his other arm. "You're safe now," he said softly, "and see who is here." The Sheik stepped aside and indicated that they weren't alone.

All harem members had come to welcome the prodigal son, but Sean had only eyes for one man.

Christian was staring at him like a rabbit at a snake until finally whispering, "He said you'd come, but..." The young man's voice faltered.

"He's real and you can welcome him properly now." Viggo took Christian's arm and led him to Sean. "Good to have you back," he told the blond.

Christian broke into a goofy grin. "You're here!"

"I..." Sean's voice still didn't obey him, so he simply wrapped his arms around the young Brit and hugged him close. "I've missed you, lad," he whispered into Christian's hair.

Seeing Christian melt into the other man's embrace, Karl smiled. Sean looked at ease now, having already forgotten his ordeal in the helicopter. The Sheik nodded at Ian, then climbed into the heli with Hugh.

The sound of the engine and the wind from the blades made Sean look up. Christian was rubbing his face against Sean's chest, and never before had anything felt so good. For a moment, he pitied the poor buggers in the heli, but even that thought couldn't quench his bliss.

Belatedly, he noticed the other men watching them and blushed. "Uh, sorry and hi... I was, um, kinda distracted..." The blond swallowed and looked at Christian lovingly.

"No worries, mate." Eric smiled, and then Craig approached and hugged both Sean and Christian with enthusiasm. The others followed his example, and Sean soon found himself hugged and petted by the whole harem. To his surprise, he didn't mind being touched by them; instead, he enjoyed the warmth of friendship extended to him. It was good to be home.

"Shall we go inside and toast your return? The sun is rather intense here." Ian's suggestion made sense, and so the group started to move toward the main building.

The valide watched Sean and Christian closely. He'd discussed with Karl how to proceed, and they'd agreed to let Sean settle in before making further decisions. Then there was the other problem, which Hugh would take care of. It also required Karl's absence from the oasis for a few days. For now it seemed the best solution to simply let things run. From what he was witnessing here, Sean's homophobia had evaporated over night.

Chuckling, Ian addressed the other harem members. "Lads, Karl has arranged a buffet for us, but I think Sean and Christian would appreciate their privacy. Why don't you start without me and I'll join you after I've shown them to secluded quarters?"

Sean blushed again at Ian's words, but he knew the other man was right. He wanted Christian and the hardness pressed against his thigh confirmed that the desire was mutual.

Smiling fondly, Craig kissed Sean and Christian on their cheeks. "We'll be thinking of you."

Sean swallowed, then he grinned sheepishly at the others and followed Ian, still holding Christian close.

They were led to a part of the oasis neither man had seen before. "These are Karl's guest quarters. We thought they'd be more appropriate than your sleeping rooms. I've had some food brought here and you should find all you might need." With these words, he left.

Sean cleared his throat. "Well..." He looked at Christian, suddenly shy.

"You... Did you have a good journey?" Apparently, the younger man didn't know what to say either.

"Except for the last stretch..." Sean shuddered when the memory of the heli ride caught up with him.

Christian looked at him worriedly. "Maybe you'd like to lie down and rest for a while? Shall I leave you alone?"

"No, please stay, by all means." The one thing Sean knew for sure was that he wanted Christian close. "Lying down would be good, though. Would you join me?" As soon as he had said it, the blond groaned and began to stammer, "I didn't mean, uh..."

"Shh, don't worry. Let's just rest for a bit." Smiling softly, Christian led Sean to a bed and took his shoes off. "Lie down now and I'll be right next to you."

It was wonderful to be stretched out on the comfortable bed but Sean was still far from relaxed. Christian noticed it immediately. "The day you left on camel-back Ian said you don't like flying, but the helicopter ride really scared you, didn't it?" He caressed Sean's chest with soft circling strokes to make him relax.

Sean swallowed hard. "It was... How can anyone stand it? Being sealed into a tiny metal box and thrown in the air, that's what it was like for me. I was sure we wouldn't make it and I felt crushed by the walls, waiting to be pulverised and hoping for that rather than being burned alive when we crashed." He shuddered again.

Pulling the trembling man closer, Christian embraced him. "But you didn't crash and you're safe now."

Looking up, Sean gave the younger man a shaky smile. "You're right, and it was the fastest way to get here. To you."

Moisture formed in Christian's eyes when he whispered, "You suffered through this to see me earlier?"

Sean took Christian's face in his hands. "Yes, Christian," he said in a quiet voice. "Karl told me you watched the interview. I meant what I said then, and I'll repeat it." The blond paused and licked his lips. "I love you."

"And I... love you." A tear trickled from the younger man's eye.

The statement was sincere, yet Sean sensed that something was wrong. "What is it, my beloved?" he asked softly and kissed Christian's face. Gods, he sounded pathetic, but it was truly what he felt. "I'm here with you, and," Sean's voice grew fierce, "I'll free you from this slavery. I'll take you with me to England or to any place you want to go. Nobody will ever separate us again, and the Sheik had better understand that soon!"

Christian reached out and caressed Sean's cheek with two gentle fingers. "Sean, it isn't Karl, it's..." A hint of desperation crept into his eyes. "Make love to me? Please? I need to feel you."

The blood-surge between his legs was so strong that it left Sean almost light-headed. "You mean now?" His cock told him that this was indeed a very good idea while his brain was still trying to figure out what was wrong. He bit his lip, then looked at Christian. "Is that really what you want?" he asked softly.

The younger man met his eyes. "I want you, Sean. I want you to make me yours."

Sean was stunned. "I... I want you to be mine, but I've never..." Gods, what was he going to do now? Many times, he'd thought about being with Christian, making love to him, but somehow the technicalities had never entered his dreams. How did one actually go about fucking a man? Sean swore inwardly; why hadn't he paid closer attention to the details when watching the others? He knew he'd have to prepare his lover, but how? And what else had he missed? It was too late now. He'd disappoint Christian and...

"I'll guide you. Don't be afraid."

The younger man's smile was beatific, his moist and slightly parted lips irresistible. Sean still held the other's face in his hands, and now he closed the distance and placed a gentle kiss on those lips. Christian gasped in reaction, and Sean kissed him again, a little more boldly. How could another man's lips be so incredibly soft! Sean kissed and nipped at them, savouring every sample of skin.

When the panting young man opened his mouth a fraction wider, inviting him, Sean didn't hesitate any longer. He pressed his whole body against Christian and felt the heat emanating from the other's groin. The young man emitted another gasp, and when Sean slid his thigh between the willingly parting legs and rubbed against the bulge, he knew that Christian was feverish with desire, too.

Slipping his tongue inside his lover's mouth, Sean was rewarded with a soft moan that grew to tiny cries of passion when his kiss turned more demanding. The blond's tongue explored, plundered Christian's mouth, twined with its counterpart and traced along the teeth and gums. Christian tasted sweet and fresh, and Sean felt intoxicated. He sucked at the other's tongue, then rolled on top of him to stop the younger man's frantic squirming.

"Soon, my little one, soon..." Was it Ian who'd used the endearment? It didn't matter, but the name fit. Christian's need was obvious and Sean felt moved that he was the one to fulfil it. He pressed his thigh once more between the other's legs, then resumed the kiss. Like the first time they'd kissed, Sean felt as if he were fucking Christian's mouth. Now, however, he knew he'd be allowed to do the real thing.

Could it really be that difficult? His lover was probably right. Sean had had anal sex with women before and that had been a fairly straightforward affair. Also, Christian had promised he'd help. Sean's cock throbbed painfully. Yes, he'd make love to Christian. He could hardly wait to bury his aching member deep inside the other man.

His lover trembled and squirmed under him, trying to increase the friction on his groin. Sean was happy to oblige. The pleasure he gained from the young man's reaction fuelled his own lust into a raging bonfire. He'd give anything to see his beloved reach a climax more intense than he'd ever experienced before. The wave of desire that hit him together with that thought made him dizzy.

A disappointed little cry emerged from the younger man when Sean's mouth left his. Remembering the first time he'd watched Christian in the throes of passion when Craig had played with his nipple rings, he looked at the peaked buds. Christian's disappointment turned into a cry of passion at Sean's finger lightly pinching one of his nubs. Only then did Sean notice that the younger man wasn't wearing his piercings and he felt moved once more. Christian moaned and gasped and pressed his hardness against Sean's thigh. The older Brit brought his mouth over his lover's chest and licked at the other nipple, circled it a few times, then caught it between his lips and suckled.

The tiny bud grew even stiffer when Sean's tongue teased its tip. It tasted slightly salty, and the combination with the young man's unique scent of something herbal underlying fresh sweat acted as further aphrodisiac. He decided to suck a little harder, and he was rewarded with another passionate cry. Christian's body arched against him and his breathing hitched in between his needy whimpers. Pinching the other nipple with his fingernails, he bit down firmly on the tiny nub, and Christian bucked wildly under him.

Suddenly afraid he'd gone too far, he let go immediately, but his lover's urgent pleas, "Please, Sean, please don't stop!" reassured him. Instead of continuing his assault on Christian's tortured nipples, he let his hand wander down to Christian's groin. His own hard cock was leaking profusely, and when he slid his hand into the younger man's silk boxers he was greeted by the damp and swollen glans.

Christian was sobbing and begging Sean to continue, and the blond knew he couldn't wait much longer himself. His heart was beating madly as he raised himself up and quickly tore his clothes off. When he pulled his lover's boxers down, the young man's erection drooled a string of pearly liquid onto his belly. Sean could see the vein pulsing on the shaft, and the pose struck him as so utterly erotic that he gasped aloud. He couldn't remember when he'd ever wanted something – someone – as much as this man.

"Take me now, please?" Christian's soft, lilting voice was tight with need and made Sean's cock leap with anticipation. No way was he stopping now!

He licked his lips nervously. "What do I have to do?" he asked hoarsely.

Holding out a tube to him, Christian replied, "Apply this generously, or I can do it if you want." Hazel eyes, dark with desire burned into his.

"But... what about preparing you? Won't it hurt?" When Ian had coached Sean to use the prostate thingy, he'd had to prepare himself, and that device had been smaller than his cock. He vividly remembered Christian's screams when they'd hit him with the paddle, the red streaks on his buttocks, and how he'd almost been carried away, wanting to hurt the young man, but this was a totally different situation.

"I'll be fine if you go slowly." Christian smiled, then sat up and pulled Sean closer. "Let me..." He squeezed a few teaspoons of transparent jelly into his hand and held it for a moment. "To warm it," he explained before lovingly applying it to the blond's proud member.

Sean grunted and had to concentrate on holding back when Christian's fingers began to softly massage his throbbing cock. He hoped fervently that he wouldn't come prematurely. Miraculously, the thought didn't make him explode straight away but actually cooled his heat by a fraction.

The deft fingers went on for a long time, and Sean was moaning softly. He knew he'd be inside Christian soon. It was his destiny and will to do so, and his cock added copious amounts of treacly fluid to the lube. Finally, Christian removed his hands, laid back and looked at him enraptured. "I'm yours," he whispered, and Sean's heart leaped.

"Mine," he replied with a shaking voice. "I want you so much, Christian!" It was an understatement, but Sean didn't have words to express his desire. He felt that Christian understood, though. The younger man's eyes roamed over Sean's taut body, from his darkened eyes to his painfully hard erection. Christian knew.

Sean moved between his lover's legs and extended a finger towards the stiff cock. Christian moaned when Sean gently peeled the foreskin down and teased the frenulum. "Please, Sean..." The blond let his fingers run down the velvety length and cupped the swollen glands that hung heavily below it. Swallowing, he traced the perineum and found the cleft. "There, oh yes..." Christian whimpered with need.

There indeed... Sean's finger hovered over the tiny opening, then pressed gently against it. The hole puckered, and he quickly withdrew his finger as being dry it might hurt the young man. He was torn between discovering the other's body with his burning hands and being inside him. His cock sent clear signals, though. Burrow, deeply, NOW! There would be plenty of time for exploring later, and Christian needed him now.

Taking a deep breath, Sean moved even closer. Christian raised his hips to grant better access and Sean felt for the tiny hole again, then lined his cock up against it. He hesitated, but Christian smiled at him and he began to push.

Nothing happened at first, but Sean knew from his experiences with women that it sometimes took a little more pressure to slide in. He pushed again and groaned when the head slipped past the tight ring muscle. Stopping to make sure he hadn't hurt his lover, he continued to press in when he saw the bliss on the other's face. Christian whimpered and urged him deeper, and Sean hurried to fulfil his lover's need.

Gods, Christian was tight, and the heat was almost unbearable. This wasn't how he remembered anal sex... A soft cry from Christian cut off the thought. This was a sound of ecstasy, not pain, and it spurred him on to bring the young man to an even higher degree of pleasure. Another push and Sean slid in to the hilt.

Panting, he looked into Christian's eyes and found nothing there but love and desire. This was all the confirmation he'd needed; he pulled out, then pressed in again. Christian's eyes widened in joy and both men gasped each time Sean moved. The young Brit's tight channel massaged Sean's swollen cock, and he moaned loudly. Gods, this was so good, and maybe he could get even deeper...

Sean lifted Christian's legs up to his shoulders, and thrust in again. His cock slid deep inside his lover, and now he sensed a region with a slightly different texture. Christian screamed; his head thrashed on the impact and his muscle clenched around the blond's cock. Sean aimed to hit that spot again and was rewarded with another cry. The next direct hit sent his lover into thrashing his head and screaming again.

Christian clutched at Sean's arms hard enough to leave bruises, and urged him to go faster, his sobs interrupted by sharp cries every time Sean hit the hidden gland. Sean was dizzy with the pleasure growing each time he withdrew and thrust deeply into that incredibly hot and tight channel. His whole body was on fire, and he was almost senseless in his desire, except for hearing, feeling, seeing, smelling Christian's ecstasy.

He thrust in again and again, climbing a little higher with each stab, wondering how long it could go on. The tingling in his lower body was unbearable, yet he wanted it to last. Christian trembled violently under him; his back was arched and grew more and more stiff. Sean felt the trembling increase and he knew the other was as close as he.

It was almost impossible to increase the speed of his thrusting, so instead Sean tried to press in deeper and deeper until he suddenly knew the point of no return had come. Just as he felt his balls creep up for imminent release, Christian screamed at top of his lungs and bucked madly. Sean's hips took on a life of their own as they thrust and thrust inside the young man's violently clenching hole. He jerked, his hips motion totally out of control now, and he joined his lover's screams when his balls emptied their load deep into him. He shot and shot until his legs gave out and he collapsed on top of Christian.

They were sticky with sweat and Christian's seed between them. It was perfect and Sean wished he could capture the moment for eternity. He knew that the look of pure bliss in Christian's eyes would be treasured in his heart forever.

"I love you, my little one, I love you!"

*****

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