Almost Famous

By Ryan Bartlett

Chapter 6

The boys left their room and a moment later they were stepping off the elevator on the 19th floor. The Top of the Mark was converted from guest rooms into a restaurant and bar in 1939. The restaurant offered nearly 360 degree views of the city, and Cameron gazed in wonder as the hostess seated them. They enjoyed a fantastic dinner but little conversation as Cameron was enchanted by the cityscape.

When they finished their meal, the boys stopped by their room so Wiley could grab his Nikon. They visited Ghirardelli Square, where Wiley treated Cameron to a dessert that nearly put him in a chocolate coma, before proceeding to their final destination.

“What is this place?” asked Cameron as they got out of the car.

“It’s called the Palace of Fine Arts.”

“A museum?”

“An exposition site. It was built for the 1915 Pan-Pacific Exposition, but the city kept it for artists to display their work,” Wiley explained as he led Cameron into the cavernous rotunda. “There isn’t anything going on this weekend, but I thought you’d like to see it. The building is a work of art in and of itself.”

“Wow,” said Cameron as he gazed up at the top of the rotunda.

“And I thought the lighting would be perfect for photographing the most beautiful man I’ve ever known.”

“Huh?” said Cameron. He looked at Wiley just as the blond brought up his camera and fired away.

“Perfect.” Wiley grinned.

Wiley could have been talking about the pictures he’d just shot or the ambiance. The massive structure was bathed in soft golden light, and the thick walls sheltered them from the noise of the city. The Palace ensconced them in a cocoon as though they were the last two men on earth.

“Just when I think you’ve outdone yourself you surprise me again,” said Cameron. He closed the distance to Wiley, pushed his camera to the side and wrapped him in a warm embrace.

“The past couple of weeks it’s taken all my will power not to rip your clothes off and, well, you know.” Wiley blushed.

“What stopped you?”

“I wanted it to be special. I wanted you to know how much you mean to me; how happy you make me.”

“Oh, Wiley,” Cameron choked up and put his arms around Wiley’s neck. “I know all that, and I hope you sense it from me too.”

“I do, I totally do. I wanted things to be special for the both of us.”

“Good, because I’ve been feeling the same way you have.” Cameron grinned and reached down to grope Wiley for the first time.

“Ha,” Wiley yelped at the unanticipated touch.

“I love you,” said Cameron as he planted his lips against Wiley’s and kissed him slowly and gently.

Wiley moved his hands up to hold Cameron’s face as their kissing grew more passionate and intense. He stroked Cameron’s cheek, moved his hand down his shoulder, along the outline of his spine and then grabbed his bottom. Cameron returned the favor by putting his hand up Wiley’s shirt, rubbing the soft skin under his belly button before slipping his fingers into Wiley’s jeans.

“Let’s go back to the hotel before the cops bust us for indecent exposure,” Wiley snorted.

“Good plan,” Cameron agreed.

They held hands and ran for the rental car. Wiley drove as fast as he could in the late evening traffic and practically threw the keys at the valet when he parked. They had the elevator to themselves and kissed passionately until the doors opened on the 14th floor. They could hardly keep their hands off of each other as Wiley fumbled with the key card, and once he finally had the door open Cameron found Wiley had one last surprise in store.

Wiley’s hundred dollar tip paid off. The bell boy had gone out of his way to dim the lights and spread rose petals leading from the door to the bed. The soft and romantic melody of a string quartet added to the ambiance.

“Damn it, you know as much as I love surprises I have to get you back. All this is going to be tough to compete with,” said Cameron with a grin.

“Worry about that later,” said Wiley as he reached for Cameron and kissed him hard.

The boys were overcome by their passion. They kissed and lapped at each other’s mouths with a hunger more intense than they’d ever known. It was hot, wet and clumsy as they struggled to remove their clothes without breaking their lip lock. When they were down to nothing but their underwear and t-shirts they finally stopped for a breath. Both boys were shocked by the intensity of their kissing and were eager to continue. They shed their t-shirts and Cameron pulled Wiley to him as they tumbled down on the mattress.

Their lips met again, tongues dueled in their mouths and erections pressed into thighs and stomachs. Wiley moved to suck on Cameron’s neck and Cameron reached down to feel Wiley through his briefs. He’d groped him for the first time at the Palace of Fine Arts and loved the feeling of his boyfriend’s erection in his hand. He pulled Wiley’s underwear down as far as he could and stroked his penis while pressing his own into Wiley’s thigh. Wiley rolled onto his back, dragging Cameron with him. He tugged Cameron’s boxers down as far as he could, and then they paused to wiggle out of their underpants and toss them on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Cameron attacked Wiley, smothering his face in kisses. Wiley took Cameron’s face in his hands again and planted a firm kiss on his lips, then pushed him away.

“I’m ready,” Wiley moaned.

“Me too,” said Cameron. They kissed again but Wiley pushed him back.

“I’m ready, I want you inside of me.”

“Wait, what?” asked Cameron.

Wiley reached down and took hold of Cameron’s erection. He stroked the steel hard rod before repeating himself, “I want you inside me.”

“Wow, I didn’t see that coming.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you’d, you know, take me.”

“I want to, but I’m not sure what’s come over me. Cameron, I need to feel what it’s like for you to…”

“I understand, hold that thought,” said Cameron.

He jumped off the bed and ran to his backpack. He riffled through his belongings and returned with an assortment of condoms and the huge bottle of lubricant.

“Which one of these do you think will fit me?”

Wiley couldn’t help himself—despite how excited he was for Cameron to make love to him, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at how cute his boyfriend was with the eager puppy dog expression on his face and armful of contraceptives.

“Let’s just try them until we find the right fit,” said Wiley. He sat up and spread his legs, then patted the space between them. “Kneel here.”

Cameron knelt as instructed; he massaged Wiley’s shoulders and kissed the top of his head as his boyfriend fitted him for a condom.

“Where did you get all this stuff anyway?”

“Isn’t it ridiculous? What kind of ho-bag has a bottle of lube this big?”

“Oh, you got it from Bobby.”

“Yeah.” Cameron giggled.

“How’s that?” asked Wiley as he rolled a condom over Cameron’s glans and down his shaft.

“I think that’ll work.”

“Good,” said Wiley as he applied a liberal coating of lubricant to Cameron’s dick.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Cameron panted.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, just, if you keep doing that I’m going to finish before we get started.”

“Right, sorry.” Wiley stifled a giggle and then he handed Cameron the bottle of lube. “Here, so you can put some on my, well, you know…”

“Yeah, um, lift your butt up a little.”

Wiley complied with Cameron’s instructions, and Cameron placed a pillow under him for support. He applied a liberal coating of the KY to Wiley’s opening and began working a finger in slowly.

“How’s that feel?”

“It’s ok,” said Wiley through tightly clenched teeth. Though he was eager, he was still nervous and having a little trouble relaxing.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, everyone says it hurts a little the first time, and it’s not that bad. I can take it.”

Cameron continued to manipulate the muscle, and as Wiley’s tight pucker began to loosen he applied a second digit to the mix. Eventually Wiley spread his legs wide and Cameron pressed the head of his penis against his opening.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Wiley moaned lustily.

Cameron kissed him on the forehead, whispered “I love you,” and then moved his hips forward. Wiley’s job involved several hours of daily exercise that left him with a finely sculpted body; the downside was it made certain things rather tight, and he whimpered loudly was Cameron entered him.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” said Cameron.

“It’s ok,” Wiley hissed. “Just go slow.”

Cameron continued to ease himself into Wiley, stopping to let his lover adjust to the intrusion as he went. He was worried he’d climax at any moment as Wiley’s rectum enveloped him like a warm, wet vice. At long last he bottomed out, and Wiley felt Cameron’s sparse pubic hair tickling his buns. They held each other, kissed, enjoyed the physical expression of their love for one another, and when Wiley felt comfortable Cameron slowly rocked his hips.

“Incredible,” Cameron panted once he was spent and rolled off of his boyfriend.

“Yeah,” Wiley panted his agreement.

“I knew it was going to be good but…wow!”

“Yeah.”

“How did it feel, you know…”

“Hard to explain,” said Wiley.

“Was it good?” Cameron asked nervously.

“Baby,” said Wiley, rolling over to face him. “Everything you do is art. I just can’t explain the feeling; you have to experience it.”

“Yeah, about that…” Cameron wiggled his eyebrows.

“In the morning,” Wiley panted. “I don’t know if I could right now.”

“Your little friend disagrees.” Cameron giggled as he reached down and groped him.

Cameron had masturbated Wiley in time with his love making. They’d climaxed together and Wiley spilled his seed on his stomach. Nevertheless he was hard when Cameron groped him.

“Not that, I mean, that’s ready but, um, taking it; that was kind of stressful for me. I’m wiped out,” said Wiley.

“Awww, baby, I would have stopped if…”

“No, no, don’t get me wrong, Cam, it was great. Just, you know…”

“I understand,” said Cameron as he leaned over and kissed Wiley on the forehead.

“No, you don’t. But you will in the morning,” Wiley grinned wickedly as he ran his hand along Cameron’s buttock.

The boys laughed and headed for the bathroom to wash away the residue of their love making. Once clean they climbed under the covers and Cameron snuggled close. As he started to come down from his sexual high Cameron realized how tired he was too and was grateful Wiley wanted to wait until morning for round two.

The boys hardly left their hotel room the rest of the weekend. They couldn’t decide which they liked better, bottoming or topping, and eagerly took every opportunity for comparison. The experimenting didn’t stop when they got home. They were stunned that in all their eagerness to have sex they’d neglected to try anything oral. That changed Sunday night as they locked themselves in Cameron’s room and took turns blowing each other till the wee hours of the morning. For the next two weeks their lives were filled with making love, tennis practice, making love, vlogging, and more making love. When they finally got their hormones under control their relationship was on firmer footing than the Rock of Gibraltar, and it was time for Wiley to appear in another of Cameron’s videos.