Virgin Tales 4

These two.

I smiled as I read the names. After all, it's not every day in this club that romance blooms. They met a few years ago when Sean turned eighteen and decided to get his V-card punched. He happened to be paired with Dale, an older guy who was way more experienced, but he was also kind and gentle. The perfect man for the job.

Because they met twice again after that first time, and after some pretty great sex, they had decided to go grab dinner.

I hadn't seen them back here since then, and I'd often wondered about them. Did it ever become anything more than just sex? Did they become a couple? Did they make it?

So yeah, when I saw their names on my list, it made me happy.

And curious.

I was excited to see how they were doing. And what, after four years, they were doing back here today.

Sean entered first.

If I hadn't recognized the names, I probably wouldn't have recognized him. He'd filled out in the last four years. The skinny college kid was gone. The tight jeans and boots were now suit pants and dress shoes. His hair was styled and looked expensive.

He looked expensive.

And all grown up.

He walked in and looked around the room, smiling at the familiarity. The room was decorated like a nice hotel room with fancy fittings and a big bed.

He ran his finger along the bed, smiling.

And then the other door opened, and Dale walked in. Sean grinned at him, and Dale snorted out a laugh and shook his head. Dale had aged very well. Still filled out his shirt nicely, still looking fit. His hair was maybe a little grayer, but damn, he still had those kind eyes and a killer smile.

"I couldn't believe it when I got your message," Dale said. Then his eyes narrowed. "Babe, what... what are we doing here?"

So he didn't know about this?

"I missed you," Sean said quietly.

"Missed me? You saw me this morning."

"I saw you for two minutes between the shower and breakfast and running out the door," Sean murmured, walking over to him. He put his hand on Dale's chest. "I know I've been so busy with work. My schedule is crazy."

"Of course it is," Dale said. "I know what it's like. I know exactly what it's like. You have cases and clients, and deadlines, and subpoenas and hearings. You have priorities, as do I."

Sean smiled at him. "But you're a priority too. I don't want you to ever think you're not important to me."

"I know that," Dale said quietly. He lifted Sean's chin for a sweet kiss before he looked around the room. "So you booked a room here?"

"Where it all began," Sean said wistfully. "Do you remember that first time? My first time?"

Dale grunted, low in his throat. "How could I forget it? I told you, I never believed in love at first sight until I met you. I wasn't even sure I believed in love at all, let alone at first sight." He sighed as he studied Sean's face. "I was a goner from that first time. One time with you and I was done for. Though the second time cemented it for me."

"And you asked me out for dinner," Sean said with a laugh.

"And you ate your body weight in pasta and we talked for hours, and I knew. I just knew you were it for me. Fifteen years younger than me, my friends thought I'd lost my mind."

Sean snorted. "Now they love me."

"They do. But you didn't love me at first sight," Dale said with a dramatic sigh.

Sean swatted him. "Like I told you, I didn't let myself believe it was love. Not at first. Even though you made me swoon like an anime character and made my heart go all crazy. It wasn't actual love until?—"

"Until four weeks later when you wanted me to meet your Nonna and she had me take out the trash and you were horrified, but?—"

"But you did it anyway."

"Of course I did. When a Nonna tells you to do something, you do it."

Sean smiled at him. "And I finally acknowledged that this crazy-fast and consuming thing was love, and here we are."

"And yet your Nonna still thinks we met at the grocery store."

Sean burst out laughing. "And god willing, she will never know the truth."

Dale chuckled, kissing Sean softly. "I can't believe you booked this place for us."

"Well," Sean hedged. "I thought we could do this every month or so. Rent out any room you want, any fantasy, and make this our time."

Dale grinned. "You know, we could do this at home."

Home.

So they lived together. Four years later and they were still together, living together, and clearly still very much in love.

"But we wouldn't," Sean said. He shucked out of his jacket and tossed it onto the bed. "Things would come up, like they always do. Work, dinners out, family things. All those real-life things that happen every other day. But if we keep this appointment, this would be our time."

Dale seemed to realize how serious Sean was then, because he stopped and stared at him. "Babe, are you okay?" He took Sean's hand. "Are we okay?"

Sean chuckled. "We are more than okay. I love you more now than the day you took out my Nonna's trash. I love my life with you. But I know time together is scarce these days, and I know you used to come here before we met."

Dale nodded. "For uncomplicated sex, nothing else."

"For excitement, and to have your needs met," Sean furthered. "And I don't want you to... I work a lot and I don't want you to feel like you're missing out or not having your needs met."

"Sean, baby," Dale said quietly. He slid his hand along Sean's cheek. "Look at me. My needs are met, every single one of them. More than I ever realized possible. You keep saying you work a lot, but babe, I do too. We knew this before we agreed to move in together. There's nothing I need in my life more than what I already have."

"Nothing?"

"Absolutely nothing."

Sean nodded to the bed. "Not even railing me on this bed right now?"

Dale laughed. "Well . . . I'd never say no."

"I was going to book the room with the pillory device where I would have been a terrible criminal who needed shackling, and you would have been the prison guard who taught me a very valuable lesson."

Dale threw his head back and laughed. "Maybe next time, huh?"

Sean's eyes brightened. "You'd want to do this once a month? Book a room here for a few hours; just us, no phones, no family, no work."

Dale skimmed his fingers through the hair above Sean's ear. Such a gentle touch. "Of course I would. If you wanted to do this, you should have just said."

"This isn't for me," Sean replied. "This is for you."

Dale laughed again. "Okay, sure. Whatever you say. But the pillory device would be for you, right?"

"Well, if you want to shackle my neck and hands, rendering me immobile and leaving my ass exposed, who would it really be for?"

Dale took Sean's chin between his finger and thumb and pulled him in for a kiss. "Next month, we book the pillory room."

Sean hummed.

Dale kissed him then, deep, and even I could see his tongue delving into Sean's mouth. Sean cupped Dale's crotch, making him groan, and he broke the kiss and began to unbutton Sean's shirt. "Get on the bed. I want your ass in the air."

Sean grinned, and soon enough, they were both naked. Sean had his ass in the air, all right, on his knees with his forehead to the mattress, and Dale knelt behind him.

They fit together with a familiarity and ease I rarely had the privilege to watch. These two men knew each other. Sure, I'd seen plenty of men who'd done many scenes together, but not like these two.

Sean and Dale were emotionally tuned into one another, and their fucking was like a rhythmic tide of the perfect ebb and flow. Gentle hands and soft moans, familiar touches, their bodies moving, hips flexing, backs arching, muscles straining.

Sean came first. Dale played his body like a fiddle. He knew exactly which chords to strike, which song to play.

And only then did Dale allow himself to come with a loud groan. He pumped a load deep into Sean's ass, and Sean moaned as he took it. "Oh god, yes. You feel so good."

Dale collapsed on top of him, grunting as they fell onto the mattress. "Fucking hell, baby," Dale mumbled. "Wanna stay right here forever."

Sean chuckled. "You'd hear no objections from me."

They lay like that for a few minutes, with Dale on top of him, still inside him, always with the gentle touches and soft kisses, never rushed or hurried. And I could honestly say, I'd seen a lot of hot scenes in my time at the club.

Scenes so wild and crazy, scenes that were scorching hot, and scenes that were filthy and some that would defy belief.

But I rarely got to see scenes that were so full of love. Passionate and tender lovemaking.

It was something special.

As they begrudgingly rolled off the bed and began getting dressed, they talked about some legal environmental case that I couldn't even start to understand. Something about some near-catastrophic disaster.

"Oh, speaking of catastrophes, that reminds me," Sean said. "Your sister called me about your mom's surprise party. Well, actually, she called me to tell you to answer your phone. Then she told me about the party."

"I'll call her." Dale snorted as he picked up Sean's coat and handed it to him. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm always hungry," Sean replied.

"Then we should get you fed."

Sean held the door for him. "Should we book another room on our way out? In a month's time?"

"Hell yes," Dale replied. "You're getting pilloried."

Sean laughed and the door closed behind them, and I was left with a rumpled bed in an empty room. I noted on the job sheet that the scene was complete, and in the notes section at the bottom, I added,

Request to watch any and all future scenes with these two.

The End