Story Orgy Monday - Bryant's Sonny Day

Happy 4^th of July and another beautiful Monday! There are two announcements I would like to share with you before I hand you over to Bryant and Sonny; but, I think you will like them both. I know I did.

*Cups hands around mouth* Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

First up on the list is a brand new prompt contest. Here’s the scoop:

It's Christmas in July for the Story Orgy. We're asking you to send in your three word prompt- person, place and thing, for a Christmas themed anthology to storyorgy (at) ymail (dot) com -- by July 31^st. Your SO authors will select their favorite prompt and spend the dog days of summer writing a seasonal romance using your prompts. Those who contribute the selected prompts will receive a copy of the anthology, prior to its release to the general public on Dec. 1st. One entry per person will be accepted. Winners will be notified by email at the time of choice and announced the following Monday. Example- 1.) Person: dancer 2.)Place: the mall 3.) Thing: candy cane

Second on the list of good news – are you ready?

Mischa Blake, star of Keeping House from our very own Lee Brazil, is in the running to be a Hero . The voting ends on 7/6/11, so if you could, drop in and place a vote for him. Everyone needs a hero. 

WhooHoo! Ain’t that some good news? I’m stoked!

Alright. Now that the good news has been shared, you’re probably not in any mood for a HOT and ssssteamy story, are you? What was that you said? Oh! You are. Okay, but I’m not responsible for any heat related issues that may arise from reading this story. *Grins*

This week’s story is based on the fabulous picture that SO’s very own picture perfect princess, Jade Basier selected. This is the first of many picture prompts for SO. Normally, us orgiasts write a story based on three prompt words. However, we are now writing stories based on the individual inspirations provided by the picture of Jade’s choosing. After you finish my story, just work your way through the orgy of stories by clicking on the convenient links at the end of this entry.

Enjoy and have a safe 4^th of July holiday. I would like to send out a special thanks to all our soldiers who strive to keep the American flag flying high and freedom in our hearts. 

 Bryant’s Sonny Day

Bryant Dalton sat in the waiting room, one elbow on the arm of his chair, the palm of his hand supporting the burden of his weary head. Nodding off but doing his best to stay awake, he stared at the doorway, waiting for his ride.

“My God. You look like death warmed over.” Sonny Grover’s dazzling blue-green eyes were dark with worry; his shaggy blond locks fell slightly over them, obscuring the furrowed brow Bryant knew was there. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be the one with a hospital room?”

“Aren’t you the one full of laughs?” Bryant knew his storm-blue eyes were more bloodshot than anything. His dark brown hair was disheveled and his face scruffy from not shaving in two days. Not how he wanted Sonny to see him but it could have been worse. Hell, Sonny had seen him worse.

“Come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” Sonny extended his hand, reassuring Bryant without even thinking twice.

Bryant took Sonny’s hand and stood. “I am in desperate need of a shower and a good long nap. I really appreciate you picking me up.”

“Where’s your truck?”

Bryant’s stomach pitched. “My truck was totaled. It’s in the city impound.”

“Whoa. I’m really confused now.” Sonny spun Bryant around with a jerk of his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t in the truck. It was a freak accident. I rode here in the ambulance, with the driver of the car who hit my truck. I wanted to make sure he was okay since no one else was around. Plus, I wanted to get all the information I could.” Fighting back the tears welling up in his eyes, Bryant tried not to crumble. “He died, Sonny. The guy died.”

Sonny swiped a tangled lock of hair behind Bryant’s ear, tucking the wild strand into place. “That had to be hard to see.”  

“Yeah. Everything from my truck is still at the impound. I’ll get it later.” Bryant brushed his hand over the same strand, rubbing at the tingle left behind by Sonny’s gesture. After a deep sigh, he walked toward the door. “Let’s just go. Please.”

“Sure. I’ll stop and grab us some burgers on the way home. You’ve got to be hungry.” Sonny’s footsteps sped up behind him and then Bryant felt Sonny’s consoling embrace.

Sonny walked alongside Bryant down the corridor and across the parking lot, letting Bryant lean on him the whole way. Popping the door open, Sonny helped Bryant settle into the passenger seat, reclining him back as far as it would go. Closing his eyes, Bryant’s thoughts led him to a place of peace as he turned into his own thoughts. Thank God for Sonny.

****

“Bry…hey, Bry. We’re home.”

Bryant awoke to the soothing tones of Sonny’s voice and the smell of hamburgers and fries.

“Come on. Let’s get some food on your belly. You’ll sleep better.” Sonny’s knee held open the car door and his finger looped through a key ring, a Whataburger bag in his hand.

Bryant, still lying in the seat, looked up into those innocent eyes, almost blinded by Sonny’s brilliant smile. “I don’t remember any of the drive.”

Sonny’s smile grew wider. “C’mon, Bry. Grab the drinks, would ya? Let’s get inside.”

Bryant sat forward then grabbed the drinks from the console and followed Sonny up the steps.

“Oh fuck!” Bryant stomped his foot on the wooden floorboard of the porch, startling Sonny into dropping the sack of food.

“What the hell was that for?” Sonny glared at Bryant over his shoulder.

“I didn’t call my boss.”

Picking up the bag of burgers and fries, Sonny sighed with a smile then glanced up at Bryant. “I took care of that for you. You were sleeping in the car and I didn’t want to disturb you. I called to make sure your boss knew what was going on.”

“You’re amazing.”  Bryant watched Sonny as he gripped the bag with his teeth and unlocked the door.

As Sonny mumbled through the mouthful of paper sack, Bryant sworn he heard, I love you too.

Bryant shook his head in disbelief and walked inside. He ate his burger and fries and watched Sonny do the same. Not much was said as they ate. After all, Sonny had worked all night at the plant and it was his bedtime anyway.

“You know, I’m not used to seeing you at this time of day.” Bryant muttered before washing down the last of his French fries with a slurp from his soft drink.

“You’re usually at work.” Sonny’s eyes twinkled. “To be quite honest with you, I kinda miss our time together, Bry.”

 “We did have some good times when we weren’t working opposite shifts, didn’t we?” Bryant grinned at his friend.

“I tell you what. You go find something on TV while I tidy up in here.” Sonny winked. “Find something good and boring. I want to sleep well.”

More than ready to catch some rest, Bryant turned to the living room. “You got it.”

A few minutes later, Bryant felt gentle nudges on his arm, his mental fog blurring his vision. Over the sound of Mayberry RFD’s theme song, Bryant barely heard his friend’s soft voice through his daze.

“Bry…Bry.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?” Shaking off the sleepy haze, Bryant sat up with the help of Sonny’s offered hand.

“C’mon. You should really take a shower before sleeping. It won’t take that long. You’ll be back on the couch in no time.” Sonny was persistent but Bryant could barely hold his head up.

Bryant leaned into Sonny’s muscular build, letting him give the support he was so willing to offer. Even in his sleepy haze, Bryant’s humor got the best of him. “I’ll take a shower, but you’ll have to scrub my back.”

“It’s the least I could do for you.” Sonny conceded with a memory and I owe you. “Remember that time you took care of me? I was a drunken mess.” Sonny guided them down the hall and into the bathroom.

Bryant’s thoughts were teetering between how tired he was and the fondness for his friend that he had managed to conceal for so many years.  

Practically manhandling Bryant as he stripped him, Sonny barked short one or two-word commands which Bryant followed without even trying to engage his brain. The sight of Sonny on his knees in front of him had Bryant whimpering. Catching a moan before it could ruin their friendship; Bryant tucked his thoughts to the furthest corner of his mind. But there was one thing he couldn’t control, the swelling of his cock. Damn. Just my luck.

Watching Sonny strip was an exercise in efficiency. In no time, the water was running and Sonny was staring at him with one brow lifted in expectation. Like he’d said something. Shit. “What?”

Sonny sighed softly, gripped Bryant’s elbow and pulled him into the small tub. Bryant ignored the gleam in Sonny’s eyes. He was just too tired to trust that he was interpreting his friend’s expressions correctly. Bryant turned to face the water; tilting his head back he closed his eyes, letting Sonny keep his promise.

Not sure if it was the relaxing hot water or Sonny’s strong hands, Bryant felt his tension drift away. “Oh yes. Once again, you came through with yet another terrific idea. I really needed this shower.”

Bryant turned to rinse his back. Acutely aware that his cock still pointed like a divining rod at his friend, he kept his eyes closed. But feeling his hard prick bump Sonny’s, Bryant opened his eyes. Right there, face to face, Sonny’s brilliant smile was ear to ear. Water trickled from his lips and onto his chest.

“Hmm. This is awkward.” Bryant smiled back, cursing his exhaustion.

Bryant thought his skin would catch fire when Sonny grabbed him by the hips and switched places under the water. He is so fucking hot. Bryant had known Sonny all his life, twenty-two years. Our parents are best friends. Bryant stepped from the shower as his mind drew some very pretty pictures of Sonny bending him over the counter, fucking him senseless.  Almost dried, Bryant heard the water shut off.

Sonny drew the shower curtain back, his considerable hard-on bobbed in the air, water streamed from his nut sack. “I should be able to sleep much better now. How ‘bout you?”

Bryant couldn’t pull his gaze from the path the water traced along Sonny’s inner thigh. Sleep? Oh hell no.

****

Bryant awakened to find his arm wrapped around his best friend. Noticing the sun was on its way down and the TV show had turned to news, Bryant knew he must’ve passed smooth out.

What the hell? The last he remembered was staring at Sonny’s cock. Shit.

Bryant drew in a deep breath, the smell of Axe shampoo and body wash penetrated his nostrils. Threatening to invade his best friend’s space, Bryant leaned in to draw a deeper breath, get a better smell. “Mmm…you smell so damn good.” Bryant’s inside voice slipped out.

Oh fuck.

Even in his sleepy stupor, Bryant just knew he had made a mistake. His mind conjured an image of his hands extending wide. A huge mistake.

“Mmmm.” Sonny turned inside Bryant’s arms.

Oh my God. Bryant’s mind blanked. I’ve loved this guy all my life…and now he’s in my arms, naked. What the hell is he going to say?

Sonny’s eyes popped open. Regardless of Bryant’s thoughts, his prick reacted, thickening with each tick of the clock.

Sonny pressed closer, nuzzling Bryant’s neck. “I smell like you.”

Bryant closed his eyes. “God, I want you.”

“I wish you would’ve told me this a long time ago.” Sonny pressed his lips to Bryant’s, the warmth spreading through Bryant’s body, heating his blood.

Bryant’s words filled Sonny’s mouth. “I wish you would fuck me.”

Sonny ran his fingers through Bryant’s hair, grabbing a handful and pulling his lover’s head back. Pressing his lips to Bryant’s neck, making Bryant’s nerves ping like a pinball machine. “I’ve always wanted that sweet ass of yours. Don’t be teasing me.”

“No teasing here. I need you.”

Bryant erased every wavering moment he retained over the years. His mind became a book of unwritten pages yearning to be filled in. A clean slate.

Sonny’s cock hardened against Bryant’s leg as low guttural growls filled the roomwith each forward thrust of Sonny’s hips. 

“Work that dick, baby. I need you to take my ass.”

Sonny slid from the couch to the floor. Never releasing the fistful of hair, Sonny forced Bryant to follow like a bridled steed.

Deep groans vibrated from Bryant’s throat. “Oh hell yes! I like it rough.”

“And that’s exactly how you’re gonna get it.” Sonny’s tone took on a deliberate quality, determined, dominant.  “Turn over and show me that pretty ass of yours.”

Bryant flipped onto his belly and stuck his ass in the air, panting as he rushed to do as he was told. “So fucking excited.”

“Show me how excited you are then. Spread those ass cheeks.” Sonny’s hand hit hard across Bryant’s fleshy mounds.

“Fuck yes!” Bryant’s head jerked from side to side, his moans getting lost in the plush carpet with each roll of his head. Reaching back with both hands, Bryant spread his stinging ass cheeks.

“Oh yeah, just look at that perfect ass.”

Bryant reached a new hypersensitive high as his friend released a more dominant side.

“Make that hole wink at me, baby.” Sonny commanded as a soft fleshy heat pushed at Bryant’s asshole.

 

Bryant’s nerve endings zinged with anticipation as he relaxed the ring of muscle and tightened it up again. “Ram that fat cock into my ass.”

Sonny took another handful of Bryant’s hair and pulled back. “I gave you long enough to tell me what you wanted, don’t you think? This is my ride.”

Bryant’s lips stretched as Sonny lightly pulled with a finger in each corner of his mouth, effectively creating a bit. Oh fuck yes. Pony play.

“You see, babe…I like it rough too.” Sonny reared back on Bryant’s mouth, backing Bryant up to him. Sonny’s prick pressed between the mounds of flesh still spread by their owner.

“That’s it. Keep that ass spread wide. Give me some spit.”

Sonny’s commands almost made Bryant shoot his load right then and there. Bryant worked around Sonny’s fingers with his tongue, slicking him as best he could. Grunting a little when Sonny released him, Bryant swallowed once then, unable to find his voice, whispered, “Gonna come.”

“Oh no you don’t. No mess on the carpet.” Sonny insisted.

Bryant pursed his lips, willing them back to normal as Sonny’s fingers pressed into his asshole, one and then the other. Bryant shifted his knees and spread his ass even more to accommodate his lover’s thick fingers as they scissored in and out.

“Give me that cock, baby. Ram my ass.” Bryant wasn’t above begging if it got him Sonny’s prick. “There’s some lube between the cushions.”

“Oh really? What exactly do you do while I’m at work during the day?” Bryant sensed chastise in Sonny’s tone even as he heard the flick of the lube cap, followed by cool dribbles that trailed the path of his crack.

“That’s so pretty.” Sonny’s admiration rang sweet in Bryant’s ears. “The way the lube puddles up in your asshole like-”

“Ungh!” Bryant grunted as he was taken by surprise.

“…that!”

Bryant released his ass cheeks to catch himself from the impact of Sonny’s powerful lunge.

Smack! Sonny’s hand landed hard on one cheek, then the other. Bryant bit his lip to keep from yelping like puppy. But that didn’t stop the whimper from escaping his throat.

“I want to hear you. Tell me you love it. Say it.” Each of Sonny’s commands was followed by another swat of the hand. 

“Yes, oh yes. Yes.” Bryant cried out with the pleasure from the stinging on his ass to his cock.

“Don’t make a mess, Bry!” Sonny instructed.

Bryant reached up and pulled on the cobalt tablecloth that draped across the end table, sending a picture frame and a candle crashing to the floor.

“So. You made a mess anyway, huh?” Sonny chuckled mockingly.

“Fuck my ass, babe. Act like you’re mad at it. Give me that fat cock.” Bryant backed his ass to meet Sonny’s driving force. “Harder.”

“I told you this was my ride.” Sonny snatched the tablecloth from Bryant’s hand and slammed his dick into Bryant’s hole again.

Looking through the space under his arm, Bryant watched as Sonny spread the blue material next to them.

Sonny’s shaft pounded into him; his balls slapped against Bryant’s flesh. “It’s time for you turn over and show me what you got. Keep my cock in your ass.”

Bryant lowered to the floor, trying to turn over without losing the hot plump dick buried in his ass. Regardless of his diligence, the slippery prick slid out anyway.  

“I told you to keep it in your ass, Bry. Now what am I gonna do?”

Bryant looked up into his lover’s eyes, a drop of sweat threatening to drop from the tip of Sonny’s nose. Taking Bryant’s ankles into his hands, Sonny raised both legs high into the air. Without warning, Sonny slammed his prick in to the hilt.

“Son of a bitch! Fuck! Oh God yes!” Bryant’s vision faded as his eyes rolled back in their sockets.

“Give me that load, Bry. Come for me.” Sonny grunted as his thrusts pulverized Bryant’s gland.

Bryant groped for the bottle of lube and managed to concentrate enough to trickle some into his palm. Gripping his rigid cock, he matched his strokes with Sonny’s deep penetrating thrusts.

“Give. Me. That. Load.” Sonny enforced each word with a thrust of his own, sending Bryant over the edge.

Sonny pulled his pulsing cock from the clutches of Bryant’s hole just as Bryant released his pleasure into the air. Grunts and breathy moans mingled to fill the room as they milked their cocks together; Sonny’s cum mixing with Bryant’s as the white milky spunk collected in the recesses of Bryant’s abs.

  

Bryant scooped up two fingers full of the mixture and licked his fingers clean. Looking up into Sonny’s soulful eyes, Bryant flashed his best daring look. “Mmm.”

Sonny grinned as he lapped at the cum from Bryant’s belly.

“Can I have some more?” Bryant continued in his submissive role, pleading for a taste from Sonny’s lips.

Sidling up next to Bryant, Sonny pressed his mouth to Bryant’s parted lips, sharing the combined flavors of their love.

“Mmm. We taste good together.” Bryant licked his lips and then winked. “Just so you know, the next ride is mine.”

~The End~

Let me know what you think of my story by leaving a comment. Your thoughts are most welcome. Now, let’s go check out the other orgiasts’s blog entries. Yay! It’s a super hot holiday, huh?! C’mon…let’s go. Follow me.

Em Woods - http://authoremwoods.com/

Hank Edwards - http://hankedwardsbooks.com/blog/

Havan Fellows - http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

  Lee Brazil - http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/