Break-Away Strength

by Charlie Richards

  Pulling his attention from the ridiculous tangent it had slid down, Reggie crossed to his nightstand as he unbuckled his belt. He popped the button, then reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled it open. Picking up the tube of lube, he shivered with anticipation. Soon, he wouldn’t be using it to jack off. He’d actually be using it for its intended purpose... slick up a man’s chute.

  Feeling his dick twitch behind his fly, Reggie reached down and carefully lowered the zipper. He hadn’t bothered with underwear—he wasn’t certain when he’d last skipped them—so his shaft immediately pressed the flaps apart. Sliding his thumbs into the waist, he pushed them down and kicked them off.

  “God, you have such a fine ass, Reggie.”

  Reggie turned, spotting Miguel leaning against the doorframe. He sucked in a harsh breath at the beautiful sight. Lean muscle rippled beautifully under his torso. With his right thumb tucked into the waistband of his sweats’ elastic waist, he showed off the deep groove of the V that pointed to his groin.

  “More than just your ass is fine,” Reggie whispered. “Take them off.”

  Smiling, Miguel sauntered forward. He held the box of condoms in one hand, but with the fingers tucked into his waistband, he slowly pushed down. Twisting his wrist, he flipped the band over the cap of his erection. With every step the man took, more and more of his groin appeared.

  Reggie’s breathing grew ragged as he watched. After coming so hard earlier from Miguel sucking him off, he would have sworn he couldn’t get another erection that day. Now, however, watching Miguel move toward him, he was hard as a rock and leaking.

  It’d been decades since he’d had that kind of recovery time. He suddenly hoped his sexy young lover would stick around long enough to explore this phenomenon. Was it only because everything was so new? Would he stop reacting so violently after a few months?

  “There’s a good half dozen condoms in there,” Miguel whispered, finally dropping his sweats when he was only two feet in front of Reggie. “We should be set for a couple of days, at least.”

  Reggie grinned as he reached out and slid his arms around Miguel. His lover jolted. Freezing, Reggie cocked his head.

  “Are you okay?”

  Chuckling softly, Miguel nodded. “Sorry. Tube was cold on my back.”

  “Tube? Oh!” Reggie eased his hold and drew away. He held up the tube of lube. “Oops. Sorry about that.”

  Miguel chuckled softly as he reached for the comforter. “No problem.” He began pulling the covers down, then paused and peered over his shoulder at him. “Can I pull these out of the way? Or did you want to lie on top of them?”

  “Oh, down is good,” Reggie responded.

  Watching Miguel make quick work of pushing the comforter and top sheet to the foot of the bed, Reggie nearly swallowed his tongue at the way the younger man’s ass and leg muscles flexed. Unable to help himself, he reached out and stroked his hand down his flank. When Miguel straightened and cast a questioning look over his shoulder, Reggie grinned.

  “Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

  Miguel winked. “Never apologize for touching me, Reg,” he murmured. “Your touch is always welcome. You realize that. Right?”

  Reggie slowly nodded. It suddenly occurred to him that he was standing beside a bed with a walking wet dream. His dick was hard as a rock, as was Miguel’s. What the hell was he waiting for?

  “Get on the bed,” Reggie ordered softly.

  Seeing Miguel swiftly obey, grabbing a condom from the box and placing the rest on the nightstand, Reggie felt his pulse spike. It was gratifying to see the man’s eagerness. Then, as Miguel crawled to the middle of the bed with his ass to him, he spotted the man’s tiny pucker. His dick flexed as if it had a mind of its own.

  Except, Miguel’s hole was tiny. “How the hell—” He felt his face flush as he cut off the rest of his words.

  Miguel settled on all fours, peering over at him. Evidently, something in Reggie’s face must have given him away, for the other man quickly flopped onto his back. He reached out a hand and wiggled his fingers.

  “Come on, Reg,” Miguel urged. “Get up here and give me the lube. I’ll get myself ready.” When Reggie didn’t move fast enough, he waggled his fingers again. “You know men do this every day, right?”

  Reggie nodded slowly. He handed the tube to Miguel, then climbed up beside him. Settling on his knees, he watched as Miguel opened the tube and poured a large dollop onto his fingers.

  As Reggie stared, Miguel reached between his legs, behind his balls, and rubbed over his hole. He dipped a finger inside his channel, then pushed it in deeper, pulled it out, then went deeper again.

  “Does that actually feel good?” Reggie whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from where Miguel was working himself open. “Because I’ve had plenty of prostate exams and... well...”

  Miguel’s chuckle finally drew his attention away from his groin.

  Reggie swept his gaze along Miguel’s lithe form. He took in his beaded nipples, his flushed chest and neck, and slightly parted lips as he panted. Meeting Miguel’s gaze, he found the other man’s expression full of lust and desire.

  “It does,” Miguel murmured. “It feels good. It’ll feel even better when that thick rod you call a dick is inside me.” Smirking, he added, “And prostate exams are uncomfortable on principle. You know, due to place and company. Wouldn’t wanna be popping wood in front of your doc, now would ya?”

  Barking out a laugh, Reggie grinned. “My doctor’s even older than I am. He’d probably have a heart attack.”

  Miguel snickered. “Well, if you ever get adventurous, maybe I’ll show you the difference between a prostate exam and what a lover can do to you.”

  “I’d like that.” The words were out of Reggie’s mouth before he’d even thought about them. Seeing Miguel’s surprised look, he offered a small smile. “I really would.”

  “Another time,” Miguel promised, sweeping his gaze over Reggie. “Now, it’s time to glove up, big boy. I need you to crawl over here.”

  Reggie gaped. Then, seeing Miguel’s come-hither smirk, he jerked a nod. Quickly, he snagged the condom where Miguel had left it on the sheet. He attempted to tear it open.

  He fumbled it for a couple of seconds as he re-familiarized himself with opening the prophylactic. Seconds later, it all came back and he easily rolled it down his erection. The throb in his dick could have had something to do with his speed, too.

  Once Reggie had himself wrapped, Miguel reached over and gripped him. He gasped and stared, hardly breathing as he watched his lover stroke him once, twice. Then Miguel let go and rolled back to his knees.

  Almost shaking with anticipation, Reggie knee-walked around the bed until he was positioned behind Miguel between his knees. He rested his hands on his lover’s lean, strong back, rubbing the taut muscle appreciatively. Finally, he slid his hands down and palmed Miguel’s hard ass cheeks.

  “Mmm, yeah,” Miguel crooned, drawing his attention. “Love your touch.”

  Peering along Miguel’s body, Reggie spotted the lust and need in his gaze. He took in the sheen of sweat covering his torso. Heavily dilated eyes returned his look.

  “Now, Reggie,” Miguel pleaded. “I want you. I’m ready. You won’t hurt me.”

  Reggie sucked in a harsh breath, then jerked his gaze back to Miguel’s ass. He used his hold on the younger man’s cheeks to prize them apart, revealing his slicked-up hole. Licking his lips, he could only imagine how that tight rosette would feel around his dick.

  Remembering Miguel’s words, Reggie knew he’d no longer have to wonder. He released one of Miguel’s thickly muscled cheeks. Grabbing the base of his aching prick, he guided his dick to Miguel’s hole.

  When Reggie pushed, it took more pressure than he would have thought to pop through that first ring of muscle. Still, he nearly lost his shit when Miguel’s tight ring clamped down on the head of his cock. Moaning, he squeezed the base of his shaft to keep himself from coming.


  Once he felt like he had some control over himself, Reggie thrust. Tight, hot, pressure enveloped his erection. Moaning at the blissful sensations, he couldn’t help but pull back an inch, then shove in even more.

  “Damn. Yeah, handsome,” Miguel encouraged. “Give me that pretty cock. You fill me so good.”

  Moaning at not only the heady hold on his shaft, but also at Miguel’s sexy blurtings, Reggie froze. He gripped Miguel’s hip with one hand while lowering himself over the smaller man’s back and resting his weight beside Miguel’s shoulder with the other. After gently kissing Miguel’s shoulder, then licking a stripe up his sweaty neck, he could hold still no longer.

  Reggie obeyed Miguel’s continued babblings. He pulled his prick mostly free, then thrust back forward. A moan of bliss ripped free of his throat at the sensations massaging his dick. He’d never felt anything so tight, so spine-tingling.

  Unable to help himself—hell, it’d been way too long for even a modicum of control—Reggie began a swift rutting. He grunted and moaned, shuddered and jolted, as he thrust over and over into Miguel’s hot, willing body. He knew he probably had too tight a hold on his lover’s lean hip, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

  Reggie repeatedly pounded into Miguel’s tight body. He grunted harshly, hardly able to comprehend the sounds rumbling up from his throat. Huffing and hissing, he lost himself in the pleasure of the man beneath him.

  Suddenly, a loud wail broke through his senses. He froze, feeling a nearly painful constriction on his cock. The sweaty body beneath him shuddered and twitched.

  The cry finally registered as one of blissful completion, and Reggie groaned. The continued contract and release around his embedded erection caused his balls to pull tight. He couldn’t even find it in himself to fight his impending orgasm. Seconds later, his cock spurted stream after stream of his seed, filling the condom encasing him.

  Once the heady sensations cleared, Reggie pulled together enough presence of mind to grip the base of the rubber. He eased himself free, tied off the end, then leaned over and tossed it in the garbage bin beside his bed. Turning back to his now prone lover, he settled a hand on his back and rubbed lightly.

  To Reggie’s surprise, Miguel actually snickered... then groaned.

  “You okay?” Reggie asked. He’d never had that response before. “Did I hurt you?”

  Reggie couldn’t remember the last time... if ever... that he’d lost control. Knowing he’d rutted to completion without a prayer to rein himself in, he couldn’t imagine how that had been pleasant to his lover. Except he knew the sexy young man turning his head and smiling tiredly at him had come. He’d felt it.

  “Only in the best way,” Miguel murmured. “Damn, Reg. That was fucking amazing.” Then, he wrinkled his nose and scoffed. “Except, I’m in the wet spot. God, I need to move my ass.”

  Relief flooded Reggie and he chuckled softly. Crawling off the side of the bed, he grabbed his t-shirt off the back of the chair. Settling back on the bed, he reached for his lover.

  Reggie gripped Miguel’s hip lightly. Pushing gently, he urged, “Roll over. Let’s get you out of that wet spot and wipe you up a bit.” Scoffing, he added, “I can’t believe I’m even coherent after all that. God.” He grinned, enjoying the sight of Miguel’s lean body as his young lover rolled onto his back. “I can’t even describe how you made me feel.”

  Miguel grinned widely at him. Completely without shame, he placed both hands under his head. He winked, then glanced at the t-shirt.

  “You gonna keep staring? Or do something with that?”

  At the cheeky question, Reggie barked a laugh. He couldn’t remember the last time sex had been so much fun. Ignoring the pang of guilt over his deceased wife at the thought, he focused on Miguel instead.

  Smacking Miguel’s hip lightly, Reggie growled, “Just for that, I’m rolling you back onto the wet spot.” He clamped his fingers around his side and tugged gently. “Get over here.”

  Miguel snickered and wriggled in his grip. “No, no,” he squealed, pulling away. Then, with a grin, he lunged at Reggie. He wrapped his arms around him, aiming for his pit and side. “Take that!”

  Shocked more than ticklish, Reggie laughed and fell back on the bed. After several minutes of wrestling on the mattress, laughing and hooting, he wrapped his arms around Miguel and flopped backward, taking his lover with him. Feeling a chill at his back, he groaned... and not in the good way.

  “You okay?” Miguel immediately asked.

  “Yeah,” Reggie grumbled. “Now I’m in the wet spot.”

  Chapter Ten

  “Oh, no,” Miguel stated, waving away Reggie’s offer. “I am not trying to learn that again. I’ll stick with this one.”

  Reggie laughed and turned back to face the river. He waded into the stream, then began the process of casting his fly rod. The ease with which he flicked his line made Miguel grin.

  Shaking his head, Miguel returned his focus to casting and reeling in his own line. Reggie had tried to teach him to fly cast, but it’d been a sad state of affairs. He just couldn’t seem to get the technique.

  That was okay, though. It gave Miguel an excuse to stare at Reggie. It was even better now, because he knew he could look without repercussions. Well, unless he counted getting fucked by the handsome man, which wasn’t a bad thing at all.

  Miguel clenched his asshole, relishing the tingling radiating through him. After they’d had sex... well, and the tickle war, which had been an odd bit of fun, they’d slept. When they’d woken, they’d curled up on the couch with popcorn and watched a movie.

  Eventually, they’d started a make-out session. That had led to another round of fucking in the bedroom. Finally, they’d fallen asleep curled up in each other’s arms.

  Unable to remember much about his time before the cabin, Miguel still felt it was pretty damn special.

  The sound of tires crunching on gravel drew Miguel’s attention out of his memories. Good thing, too, probably. He was getting hard just thinking about Reggie’s thick shaft spearing him.

  Miguel had already taken advantage of Reggie’s morning wood. He’d ridden his lover so good. At Reggie’s own admission, the man didn’t think he’d get it up again for some time... so they’d gone fishing.

  A Jeep rolled into view and stopped beside Reggie’s truck. Both the driver’s side door and the passenger door opened. From behind the wheel slid an older, maybe thirty-five or forty year old blond-haired male. A younger man, probably still in his mid to late teens, slid from the other side of the vehicle.

  They both headed toward him, Reggie, and the river.

  Hearing the splash of water, Miguel turned and watched Reggie stride slowly toward the bank. Once he reached it, he set down his pole on the grass. He crossed to Miguel, lightly touching his arm.

  “Relax, Mig,” Reggie urged. “These men are friends. Just breathe.”

  Miguel finally registered the spots dancing across his vision. He followed Reggie’s urging and started breathing again. “Geez,” he mumbled. “I’m so damn jumpy. Why am I so paranoid?”

  Reggie shook his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But once we figure it out, I’m sure it will make sense.” He eased the fishing pole out of Miguel’s grip and began reeling it in. “Let’s go see what Carl needs.”

  “Carl,” Miguel whispered, searching his memory for the name. “Detective Carl Lewis? The one you called yesterday?”

  “Mmm-hmm,” Reggie confirmed, setting the now reeled-in pole against a nearby folding camp chair. “He drove all the way out here, so let’s see what he has to say.”

  “Okay.” Miguel rubbed his arms, fighting off a sudden chill.

  Reggie wrapped his arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight against his side. “Oh, try to relax. He brought his son, Jake, so it can’t be all bad.”

  While Miguel nodded and allowed Reggie to head them toward the waiting pair, he couldn’t actually bring himself to agree. Why would a detective drive out to the w
oods if not to deliver bad news?

  “Hey, Reggie,” Carl greeted when they were finally a few feet away. “Out fishing, I see. You sure picked a great place for it.”

  “Yep,” Reggie confirmed. “The place is quiet, secluded, and the fish bite. Doesn’t get much better than that.” He turned to the younger man and held out his hand. “You’re Jake Lewis, right? You look a lot like your father.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jake confirmed, shaking Reggie’s hand. “Good to meet you.”

  “And you must be Miguel Swanson,” Carl stated, holding out his hand.

  Nodding, Miguel took it and shook as he stated, “Well, that’s what my driver’s license says.”

  Carl nodded. “I’d heard about that. I had hoped at least some of it had cleared up by now,” he admitted. “I guess you might not have the answers I need, after all, but I need to ask some questions anyway.” He turned to Reggie. “You got any coffee? And also a john?” He smirked. “That was a long drive.”

  “I’ll start the coffee,” Miguel murmured.

  Reggie nodded. He squeezed his shoulder, then turned to Jake. “Do you want to fish? We left the rods out.” He pointed down the mild slope, back the way they’d come.

  Jake nodded and grinned. “Yeah. That’d be great!”

  “I’ll point out the bathroom,” Miguel promised.

  “Thanks,” Reggie stated. Then, he cupped Miguel’s jaw and pecked a kiss to his lips before leading Jake away.

  Miguel gaped after him for several seconds, shocked. Reggie had done that so naturally... as if he hadn’t even thought about it. Had he meant to?

  “You and Reg, huh?”

  Turning to look at Carl, Miguel feared what he’d see. Would the man be disgusted? Annoyed? Disdainful? Miguel saw none of those things, though. He saw only concern and speculation.

  “Y-Yeah,” Miguel admitted. Crossing his arms, he added, “He’s a great guy.”