Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Aiden, naked, was lying on his back on the double, brass head-boarded bed on the fourth level of the lighthouse. The light from the revolving beacon overhead was showing up at one window in the stuccoed wall before disappearing and, after a moment, showing up in the window across from it. Aiden's arms were pulled over his head, his wrists tied to the brass rungs of the headboard.

Other than the brief flashes of light reflecting off the white walls of the circular room, the room was dark. The only sounds other than the distant grinding noise of the light revolving on its base, were the sounds of Aiden's low grunts and groans and of Scott's moist kisses.

Scott, also naked, was positioned lower against Aiden's body. His cheek was on Aiden's trembling belly. Aiden's right leg was trapped behind Scott's back, with his ankle hooked on the back of Scott's neck. Aiden's other leg was spread to the side and bent, his foot flat on the surface of the bed, but rocking back and forth, causing the former movie star's pelvis to move. Scott's left arm was under Aiden's waist, his hand helping to keep Aiden's left thigh raised.

Scott's right hand was holding the base of the wooden, lubed-up dildo, which was six inches inside Aiden's passage and being rhythmically pushed in and pulled out, with brief stops for the bulb of the dildo to punish Aiden's prostate.

At seven inches, Aiden arched his back and moaned deeply. One more inch and it would be Stewart fucking him.

Scott dipped his head lower, and tongued up Aiden's erect cock from base to glans, after which he swallowed the cock and began to suck it. He worked the dildo progressive harder, pumping faster, digging deeper, pulling it completely out, and plunging it back in.

Eight inches. Aiden arched his head back, bowing his spine, and cried out to the wooden beams overhead as he shot his load and creamed the back of Scott's throat. Pulling the dildo out immediately, Scott rolled over on top of Aiden, stuffing a pillow under the small of his back to elevate his pelvis. He thrust inside Aiden's passage with his hard cock and immediately started to pump. Aiden moaned at the realization that Stewart Whitaker hadn't been the only one who had an eight-inch plus cock.

For a good fifteen minutes the noise level in the room went up: Scott grunting and breathing heavy as he grabbed Aiden's hips and worked hard to dig deeper, stroke harder and faster; Aiden moaning and crying out, "God, yes, fuck me. Fuck me harder"; and the frame of the old brass bed making the most noise of all, the brass headboard banging rhythmically against the wall and the springs of the bed screeching, bouncing and scrunching under the punishment.

The fucking went on all night, as if the two of them were trying to make up for the years of relating to each other without realizing that the other one was aching to be a lover.

In the early morning light, they were stretched alongside each other, Aiden on his back, and Scott on his side. Scott's left arm was under Aiden, his hand cupping the side of Aiden's head, turning it to Scott's face for good-morning kisses. Aiden's pelvis was still elevated by pillows, and Scott was slowly working his ass with the dildo.

When Scott had showered and come down to the living room, where Aiden had set a fire in the fireplace and had cups of coffee ready, Scott entered and sat in the wing chair across from Aiden's. Aiden was fondling the wooden dildo.

"So, Aiden, have you given thought to coming to Italy with me and getting back into movies?"

"You haven't given me much time to think about that. You'd had me thinking about other things—like whether I was going to survive that master cocking of yours."

"You want the number of the complaint department?" Scott asked.

"Absolutely not."

"So, what do you think? About Italy? About me and Italy? About me fucking you into the next century—on movie sets all across Italy?"

Aiden's eyes went to the wooden dildo. He let his hand slide from root to penis. Then he turned and threw it into the fire.

"What was that? That was a nice piece. We made good use of that."

"You wouldn't understand, and I'm not going to tell you," Aiden answered. "But I don't need that. I've got you now. I guess I need to brush up on my Italian."