Into Another World - Sean's Story 25

Into Another World - Sean's Story

Part 25

Posted: January 4, 2008
Title: Into Another World - Sean's Story
Author: Ian Howe

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Another lazy afternoon in the sun. Sean sighed contentedly, reached for his glass, and shook his head at the free-for-all in the pool.

Viggo looked up from his book. "I've never seen him so happy before."

His face turning into a goofy smile, Sean agreed. Christian was happy, and so was he. However, he frowned in alarm when the Dane reached for his sketch pad. "Oh no, you don't! You've made enough drawings of me looking like a silly love-struck teenager!"

Raising an eyebrow, Viggo grinned and waved at the pool. "It's them I want this time, so don't worry," he told the Brit, "although you must have made a cute teenager."

Sean groaned, but he was getting used to this kind of banter and he enjoyed it, particularly with Viggo.

The two men's friendship had been kindled by the forbidden cigarette in Viggo's palace, as he called the place. After returning from England, Sean had found that he liked to spend time with the Dane. It was different from being with Christian, Ian, or the other harem members. Sean hadn't had a real friend for a long time and visiting Viggo while Christian had his sessions with Ian had soon become a regular part of his life at the harem.

Most often they talked – about the world, their lives, art, literature – Sean found that the Dane had similar interests, a sharp mind, and a witty sense of humour. Sometimes they would sit in silence and share a secret smoke, with each of them following his own train of thought.

Life at the harem with all its implications had been an awkward topic for Sean at first, but he soon found that discussing it with Viggo was less uncomfortable than he'd thought it would be. However, there were limits. Sean yearned to speak about Christian's needs, but couldn't bring himself to address the topic even with Viggo. The Dane was, after all, Christian's mate as well. Neither could he ask Ian. Despite trusting the older Brit, Sean was reluctant to confide his unease over his lover's preferences.

For instance, having experienced the joy of being inside Christian, Sean couldn't understand why the young man had no interest in being the active partner. Not that Sean ever intended to bottom – well, not in the near future, anyway! – but he found it weird that Christian preferred to be on the receiving end only.

Also, yesterday when Christian had blown him... Sean felt his blood surge downward at the memory. Christian had insisted on kneeling in front of him before taking Sean's throbbing cock into his talented mouth. He'd kept teasing him softly with his wicked tongue, then suddenly deep-throated him and swallowed around the sensitive head.

Sean's hips had bucked helplessly, and just as he'd felt the flood surge from his lead-heavy balls, Christian had pulled back to make Sean shoot his load all over his lover's face, then stroked him until the last droplet had been milked out.

The sight of Christian kneeling in front of him, panting hard, with Sean's cum dripping from his cheeks and a beatific smile on his swollen lips had cut straight to Sean's heart. He'd never before perceived Christian's beauty as much as in that moment.

Then, Christian had asked if Sean would let him stroke off and Sean had, jokingly, refused. To his surprise, Christian's smile had broadened and he had thanked Sean.

Before he'd been able to ask for an explanation, however, Eric had arrived to inform them that dinner had already been served and the Sheik was getting impatient. On the way to dinner hall, Christian had whispered into Sean's ear that being denied release meant utter sexual pleasure for him. Sean had no idea how that could work, but since they'd moved back to the general sleeping area with only their tiny and not too private alcove he hadn't pursued the question afterwards.

Viggo was right, though; Christian was happy, and that was what counted. Sean smiled back at the Dane and took another sip of juice.

Suddenly, an enthusiastic cry rose from the pool and Craig shot from the water. "Hugh!" He ran toward the entrance to the pool area where Sheik Urban had just arrived with his guest.

Chuckling, Karl watched the New Zealander engage the much taller Hugh in a bear hug. "I needn't fear for your welcome here, Hugh. Enjoy your afternoon and I'll talk to you again later."

The Aussie bowed his head and the Sheik left.

Meanwhile, Eric had stepped from the pool as well. Prying Craig loose from his tight embrace, he greeted his fellow countryman with a hug, too, then introduced Christian.

Watching his lover's reaction, Sean was startled to see Christian bow his head and greet Hugh in his soft lilting voice, "I am honoured to meet you, Sir."

Sean frowned. This didn't make sense. Hugh and Christian hadn't met before, but this formality didn't match the oasis' customs.

His thoughts were interrupted when Viggo started to pull him to his feet to greet Hugh, but the Australian waved at them to remain seated. He quickly shrugged out of his shirt and jeans, then sat between Viggo and Sean and hugged both of them.

Christian dried himself, settled next to Sean, and rested his head on the blond's shoulder while Eric plopped down next to Viggo.

Craig curled up in Hugh's lap. "So what are you doing here?"

"Now wouldn't you like to know? Didn't they ever tell you that curiosity killed the cat?" Hugh began to pet the New Zealander teasingly.

"Miaaow?" When Craig started to imitate a purring noise, the other men broke into laughter.

With a resigned sigh, Hugh leaned back and rubbed Craig's neck. "No shop talk, Kitty. Karl told me to relax and that's what I plan to do."

"So, how's things back home?" Accepting the verdict, Craig licked at Hugh's navel.

Hugh smiled and shared a few stories about recent events in Down Under. Apparently, Craig, Hugh, and Eric were old acquaintances, and they talked for some time. Hugh continued to absentmindedly stroke Craig's hair. The New Zealander sprawled over the Aussie's lap never stopped purring and occasionally meowing to make sure he still had Hugh's attention.

Listening a bit and hugging Christian close to him, Sean enjoyed the sun. Christian giggled when Craig extended a claw and drew a delicate scratch on Hugh's chest. "Meow?"

"Oh, is someone not getting enough attention here?" Taking Craig's paw and kissing it, Hugh smiled at his cat.

"Maybe he's hungry?" Viggo offered.

"Well, he's a greedy kitten, and I have a pretty good idea what he wants." Eric grinned.

Raising his eyebrows, Hugh took the bait.

"Cream!" Viggo and Eric spoke at the same time, then burst into giggles.

Remembering his own first experiences with Craig, Sean couldn't suppress a chuckle, and soon they were all laughing.

The New Zealander's smug grin at the suggestion changed to incredulity when Hugh announced that he had no intention of removing his pants.

Craig growled, then he bit Hugh's wrist.

"Okay, that's it. This cat is in need of a serious spanking." Hugh had made up his mind at the misbehaving of his pet.

"You can't spank a cat!" Sean exclaimed, horrified.

"Oh yes, you can, and this one here is seriously begging for it." Hugh gave Craig a stern look, but the smile in his eyes took the sting from his words.

"Meow!" Craig rooted around in Hugh's lap, then settled into a slightly different position and presented his backside.

Sean groaned and Hugh snickered. "See? But pets aren't supposed to wear clothes..." After deftly removing Craig's silk boxers, the Aussie brought his hand down with a loud smack, and Craig yelped.

A soft gasp made Sean look at the man in his arms. Christian was panting softly as he watched Hugh lay firm swats on Craig's buttocks.

There was no question that Craig was enjoying himself, but Sean felt uneasy, remembering how the Sheik had spanked him. Despite the arousal Karl's hand had kindled in him he'd hated the exposure and humiliation that had come with the punishment.

On the other hand, Sean also remembered the time when Christian had been paddled by the harem members for disobeying an order from the Sheik, however involuntary, and Sean had been horrified to discover that he had wanted to hurt Christian. Ian had tried to comfort him, told him that Sean's strokes had brought Christian to his climax, but the whole spanking business was something he preferred not to dwell upon.

With Craig's arse slowly turning red under Hugh's determined ministrations and Christian squirming in his lap, Sean wasn't sure how to react. He felt tremendous relief when Hugh decided that his pet had been chastised enough. Maybe they could now return to just sitting in the sun, although...

"Don't you think he deserves a treat now that you've spanked him?" It looked as if Eric had read Sean's mind.

Craig squirmed in Hugh's lap, then rolled half-way over onto his back and looked at the Aussie with a hopeful expression. "Oh yes, please?"

"Hm, puppy-dog eyes, and here I was thinking you're a cat?" Hugh teased and ran a hand over the red globes. "Well, whatever you are, you have a nice little boner here. Let's get this taken care of, shall we?" Beginning to stroke his pet's cock, Hugh drew enthusiastic mewls from Craig. "Ah, now you're purring for real!"

Watching the scene in front of them, Viggo and Eric began to kiss. Sean was tempted to kiss Christian, too, and maybe more than that, but he felt inhibited since they weren't alone. Knowing that his lover was hard and needy, the blond rubbed his hand against the bulge in Christian's pants. He was rewarded with a soft moan that shot straight to his cock.

When Sean looked up from Christian's flushed face he saw that Eric and Viggo had progressed rapidly. Both had shrugged out of their boxers and as far as the Brit could see, Viggo had at least three fingers inside Eric. Next to him, Craig's meows were picking up in speed and intensity.

Feeling moisture on his palm, Sean continued to gently rub and knead Christian's cock through the boxers. His lover was whimpering with need and frustration. Sean suddenly blushed, remembering that he'd denied him release the day before. No wonder Christian was so desperate!

Hearing moans from the other side, Sean looked up again and met Hugh's smile. Viggo and Eric were no longer watching them, too busy with themselves, and judging by their enthusiastic sounds they wouldn't last much longer.

It was Craig, however, who came first, letting go with a happy cry and spraying his own and Hugh's chest. While he lay in the Aussie's lap regaining his breath, Viggo and Eric reached their peaks, too, and collapsed on top of each other, panting.

Sean felt his cock send angry demands to his brain. Christian felt so good in his lap and he wanted to bury himself in his lover's tight channel now, hold the slender hips in his hands and just rut away. However, this wasn't the right time, not while the others were around. Also, Christian deserved better. Sean slipped his hand into the younger man's pants and wrapped his hand around the stiff cock.

"Please... Need..." Christian thrust into Sean's hand.

"I'll make it good," Sean's voice was gentle and his free hand caressed his lover's chest, played with the rings in the stiff nipples.

"Mmh... Please, more!" The urgency in Christian's voice wasn't lost on Sean and he tugged at the nipple ring.

Christian's hands tightened on Sean's arms and their eyes met. Sean noticed immediately that there was a hunger in them he hadn't seen before, and it was somehow related to Hugh spanking Craig. He twisted the nipple ring sharply, and Christian gave a tiny cry. Sean pulled again, harder, and got a sob in return. Gods, that felt good!

"Please, Sean..." The need in Christian's voice made the blond cringe. What was he supposed to do? With their current audience he didn't dare ask Christian what exactly it was he needed. Sean moved his hand to the other nipple and twisted the ring, hoping for an idea.

Craig, who had been busy lapping up his essence from Hugh's chest, suddenly found the Aussie's hand stopping him. Looking at Sean and Christian, he nodded and got up. Viggo and Eric joined him without saying a word, and they left the pool area silently.

Hugh had read Sean's distress and he was sure he knew the reason for it. "Let me help?" he suggested softly.

The look in Hugh's eyes was sincere and Sean decided to trust him. After all, it had been Hugh who'd brought him back to Christian, and the Australian man appeared to have a solution. But it wasn't his decision. "Christian?"

Christian's eyes moved from Sean's face to Hugh's. "Please, Sir," he whispered, "make me hurt?"

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