The Creation of Mr. G
by Londonboy
The headline read “First Openly Gay Astronaut Returns from Landmark Trip.” Richard folded the paper without even reading the article. He was so tired of the media focusing only on his sexuality. He was a world-renowned astronaut, for goodness sake. He had never intended to be some kind of hero for the gay community, but NASA had decided to tap into the vast financial resources that came from many of what the bosses called Richard’s “homosexual friends.” It was enough to make Richard sick. Upon returning from his historic trip of going farther into the universe than any other human, he decided that his partner, Brandon, and he should visit their home in Santa Barbara for an extended vacation. Richard wanted to escape the constant scrutiny of the press and “detox” from his time alone in space. Brandon loved to work on his paintings at the Santa Barbara house so it took nothing to convince him. NASA officials couldn’t say no to Richard’s request because they knew he was owed something for their decision to exploit his “orientation,” as they called it.
The trip had been non-eventful, especially since they were flown to the California city on a NASA private jet. Traveling this way also made it easy for them to bring their two Dalmatians, named Mack and Mabel. The Santa Barbara house was up in the hills overlooking the city and the ocean. It was an airy and very spacious modern mission-style ranch house. It even had a back house by the pool that they had converted into a studio for Brandon. They were still amazed that the two major fires of the past year had missed the house. This was due mainly to the diligent work of their close-as-family housekeeper, Maria, and her relatives. The family had battled embers and heat from the very near fires for two days straight. Richard and Brandon knew they were indebted to Maria in a very big way. Every time they complimented her on the recent heroics she would shrug it off and say something like “that’s what family does for each other.” This always caused Richard to get a little choked up and all he could do was give Maria a heartfelt hug.
They had been at the house for three days now. Brandon had spent most of the daylight hours in the studio. If Richard began to complain about his absence Brandon would remind him that the light for painting is always best during the day. Besides, Brandon always made up for his self imposed seclusion in the evening by cooking fabulous meals, going with Richard to walk the dogs and watch the sunset on the beach, and engaging in some of the best sex they had had in years. They acted like they had been separated for eons by the trip into space instead of the fifty days Richard had been gone. Both men secretly decided that they might have to every now and then take individual vacations so that when they were reunited the desire for each other would be cranked up a few notches.
Richard had worn only his swimsuit for the last three days, partially because he had grown tired of the heavy spacesuit he had worn during his trip, but mainly because he loved exposing his tall semi-naked swimmer’s body to the summer breezes that swept through the house. Brandon constantly teased Richard that he really wanted to go around completely nude but couldn’t because of how his strict New England rich boy upbringing still ruled his life. Brandon often called his partner “my little Puritan” because sometimes Richard could be a little prudish. Unfortunately, Richard knew it was true and he often wished he had been brought up in southern California as Brandon had – so he might have been a little more “free.” The younger man often walked around the house with nothing on, sometimes even when he knew Maria was there. He would strategically stand behind chairs or counters and talk to Maria for a while, without her knowing he was naked as a jaybird. Brandon did it mostly to drive Richard crazy. The best part of the entire situation was that Maria was not your typical grandmotherly housekeeper. She had seen Brandon’s tightly muscled naked body for years in the reflections of mirrors and windows around the house. She actually loved looking at Brandon’s cute ass and thick penis. She knew, however, that neither man would have been able to accept the fact that their almost sixty year old friend had a subscription to Playgirl and a vibrator to enhance her perusal of magazine pictures.
This was the motley crew that made up 1066 La Colina Boulevard in Santa Barbara. Sam, the hunky surfer-dude pool boy, who was really in his early thirties, only came to the house once a week, so he didn’t count as family. He was more like the cousin that dropped in every now and then to give both of the owners a cheap thrill as they gathered together in the upstairs bedroom to watch the well muscled man clean the pool. They both loved how his arms rippled in the sun as he dragged the pool tools through the water. Richard and Brandon would usually end up in the bed sucking each other off, or more, by the time Sam was ready to leave. Little did they know that Sam loved showing off for them and actually took twice as long to clean the pool, as it really should. The tanned handsome man was actually quite wealthy, from some early investments in computer companies, but loved to work the gay circuit in Santa Barbara by cleaning pools and, occasionally, hooking up with an owner or even a couple of owners. He had been secretly hoping for a three-way with Brandon and Richard for two years now and was flabbergasted at the couple’s ability to resist his beach-dude charm.
It was around 4:00pm and the dogs had already had a long walk around the neighborhood with Richard. They were now sleeping on their respective pillows in the living room. Richard was standing at the kitchen’s giant center island flipping through the most recent New Yorker when Brandon came in from the studio. Brandon stopped just inside the archway to the hall that led to the rest of the house, cleared his voice, and made a quizzical face.
“What?” Richard asked after looking up.
“I think someone needs to go on a diet,” Brandon said without any vindictiveness in his voice. It was actually full of concern. “You’ve never been flabby at the top of your swimsuit before.”
“I know. I can’t believe it. I’ve been exercising and eating right – just as usual – but I recently noticed this extra layer of skin, too,” Richard commented as he pinched a bunch of skin at his stomach. “And look at my arms.” He raised one arm and showed Brandon some extra skin gathered at his triceps. “It’s like I’m getting to be an old man or something. I might have to call that trainer we’ve used up here. I think I’ve still got his card.”
“Now that would make our stay here even better and I’d probably be able to tear myself from my work for a chance to see his body working out,” Brandon said teasingly. “What was his name?”
“I can’t remember,” answered Richard, and then added, “see, I am getting old.”
“I just think you’re getting better,” Brandon said seductively as he walked up and wrapped his arms around Richard. He grabbed his partner’s ass with his hands and squeezed hard. At the same time he pressed his crotch into Richard’s and pushed the taller man up against the island. “Maybe we should mix things up a little and have our usual dessert before dinner.”
Richard’s cock began to harden at the thought of plowing Brandon’s ass right there in the kitchen. It had only happened once before and he had loved looking down at Brandon’s beautiful body bent over the island, but that time they had been quite tipsy and the signals to his brain that always caused him to act properly had been silenced. Even now, in his hardened state of desire, Richard felt it was best to wait until later on when they were in the bedroom. Brandon sensed his partner’s hesitation and he slid one hand around and down the front of the tight swimsuit. He wrapped his fingers around Richard’s stiff rod.
“Well, Mr. Graham, you may be getting flabby around the waist, but I’ve never felt your cock this hard or muscled before,” Brandon said with a slight chuckle. He then tried to squeeze the meat in his hand. He was shocked at how his fingers could hardly press into the flesh. This was not the cock he was used to feeling attached to his partner. Something was different. His face must have showed his puzzlement.
“I know. It’s weird isn’t it? I noticed that this morning when I woke up with my usual hard-on. It’s like my skin has turned into rock or something,” chimed Richard as he pushed his own hand down his swimsuit to place his hand over the hand of his partner. “Maybe that’s another sign of old age.”
“It doesn’t feel like the penis of an old man to me. It feels like the insanely hard meat of a twenty-one year old, a thickly muscled twenty-year old at that,” Brandon answered squeezing even harder, but not making even a small dent in the engorged dick. “I can’t make the thing give even a little. You didn’t take some Viagra did you?”
“No,” responded Richard as he laughed out loud. “I’m not that old, yet. I think I can still get it up.
“Not only can you get it up,” said Brandon, “I think you could puncture a hole in a wall with this missile.”
“Well I know a certain ass wall I’d like to puncture,” Richard answered and brought his face down to kiss the waiting lips of his partner.
The tongues of both men explored wildly as they kissed. Brandon’s cock was now full mast, as well. He began to breathe heavy and moaned slightly as Richard pressed up against his body more. Richard brought both of his hands up to the shorter man’s face and cupped it lovingly. Brandon let go of the hard-as-rock penis and raised both of his hands. He placed them on top of Richard’s. Brandon immediately pulled his face back and looked at his partner’s fingers.
“Hey, your hands feel hard as steel, too,” he said with a confused look. “Really, they feel very hot and hard.”
Richard lifted his hands into the air and both men looked at them. They looked extremely healthy and smooth – not like some kind of hard old worn leather. Brandon brought his right hand up to feel Richard’s hand. Both men were mesmerized by how Richard’s skin was solid and didn’t give in any way when Brandon pressed a finger into it. Richard tightened and un-tightened his fists so they could watch the muscles of his hands bulge like they were connected to a young bodybuilder.
“Like you said, maybe I’m just getting better,” replied Richard as he marveled at how his hands looked and felt. “Maybe it has something to do with my new vitamin regime.”
“Well, as of tomorrow I start taking the same vitamins. Unless, of course, they’re also causing you to get chubby,” Brandon joked as he play-punched Richard in the stomach and backed away.
Both men knew that the moment for sex had passed. They also knew it would return later when they decided to go to bed. Richard continued to stare at his hands as Brandon moved to the refrigerator. He was mesmerized by the smoothness of the skin and how they looked healthier – almost even stronger – than usual. When he bent his fingers he could feel tendons tense in new ways and every part looked somehow thicker.
“Should we have lamb tonight?” asked Brandon.
“What?” said Richard in reply.
“Would you like lamb?” Brandon shot back without even turning around.
“Yeah . . . that sounds great. I love your lamb.” Richard answered, only slightly paying attention. He was still looking at his hands. He was baffled as to why they felt so rock hard. He made a fist and the tightness of his hand sent a wave of pleasure through his body. Richard had a sudden urge to punch something sturdy. He couldn’t explain the origin of this feeling or why it was so noticeable right at that moment. Richard was usually an unnaturally calm man. He had even been tagged at work with the nickname of “Mr. Peaceful.” During all of his training programs he had been able to remain steady and relaxed even during extremely stressful situations. His commanding officers had always been impressed with his ability to stay cool in all emergencies. Richard tensed his other hand into a fist and the need to punch something strengthened considerably. Richard became slightly scared by his desire to pummel something, mainly because he had never been in any kind of fistfight his entire life. He was also not the kind of guy that got off by destroying things. This unexplainable craving within his body was such a new feeling. Richard opened his hands and shook out his fingers. The longing in his body dissipated slightly. He was still conscious of the desire, but he was now able to relax a little.
“Hello, earth to Colonel Graham. Where is your gorgeous head now?” asked Brandon as he began to chop some vegetables on the counter.
“Um, sorry. I was just thinking about something,” explained Richard.
“Well how about thinking about opening some wine. Does that sound good to you,” teased Brandon.
“Right away sir!” Richard responded with a quick salute.
“Very good soldier. I think we should have a pretty sturdy red. Your choice, though,” Brandon called out as Richard left the room.
When Richard got to the wine cellar located down the staircase off of the pantry he glanced at one of his fists again. The curling of his fingers caused his body to become pumped with the same desire as earlier. Richard took his fist and pressed the flat part of his fingers against the brick wall beside the wines. The feeling of the cold stone against his hard fingers shot a wave of pleasure through Richard’s body. His cock was instantly hard again and the plump dickhead was sticking up past the waistband of his bathing suit. Without even thinking about it Richard moved his body forward and pressed his crotch against the stones, as well. He moved his second fist against the wall and began to rub his hard cock vigorously against the stones. The feeling being created in Richard’s body was so intense that he basically lost control and began to dry fuck the wall with an unrecognizable aggressiveness. It barely registered to him that the cellar was full of the sound of his grunts and cloth being ripped. It was the sudden realization that his dick was now uncovered and rubbing up and down against the rough stones that gave Richard the strength to push away from the wall. He looked down and saw that his cock was freakishly hard and covered in tiny to medium sized pieces of brick. He glanced at the wall and saw that there was a neatly plowed indention in the stones where his cock had been sliding up and down.
“What the hell?” exclaimed Richard softly.
He ran his fingers over the trench in the wall and could feel that is was pretty deep. He could not fathom how his cock had been able to dig into the stone in that way. The only explanation was that these stones were probably made mostly of clay. Richard looked down at his swimsuit and saw that it was completely destroyed. The friction of his hard cock against the wall had caused it to shred to pieces. His thick hard tool stood straight up like some kind of eager soldier at attention. It was then that Richard realized his body was covered in bumps of pleasure and he was filled with a deep need to plow the wall with both of his fists and his insanely hard cock. He leaned back into the wall.
“Where’s that wine Richard?” called Brandon from upstairs.
Brandon’s voice caused Richard to immediately gain control over his body. He moved back from the wall and grabbed a bottle of red wine he knew Brandon would like. He bounded up the stairs and took a bypass to their bedroom on his way to the kitchen. He needed to put on some pants and a shirt.