by J P Sayle
Stuart felt overwhelmed, wanting some reassurance himself he reached forward, grabbing Joe’s hand and pulling him towards him, mindful of his injured leg. Joe’s rigid form spoke volumes, the stress taking its toll on both of them. Speaking, Stuart tried to allay Joe’s fears. “We’ll work this out together. I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Sitting down awkwardly, he cursed his gammy leg when he struggled to pull Joe in his lap. Stuart hugged him close, offering silent words of love he felt uncertain would be accepted if he chose to voice them.
Stuart’s tense muscles relaxed when he felt Joe melt into his embrace. Sighing in pleasure when Joe seemed to take comfort from him. Stuart wanted this, these moments, maybe this would be enough to show how much he cared.
“Thank you for not judging me and offering to help.” Joe’s whispered words ghosted over his face making tiny shivers ignite sparks throughout Stuart’s body.
Pulling his thoughts out of the gutter with difficulty, Stuart took his courage to ask for what he really wanted. “Joe, I want a relationship with you.” Stuart felt the shock ripple through Joe at his own words, not sure if that was good or bad. Stopping Joe before he could say anything, Stuart placed his fingers on his lips, silencing him.
He had started, so I was damn well going to finish before my courage failed me, feeling resolute he carried on. “I get you have had a bad relationship which has tarnished your opinion of them. I’m glad I understand your reasons now, but what we have is different, surely you know that.”
Okay maybe that came out sounding a little demanding, but it was needed as far as he was concerned. Joe’s slight lift up in his lips under his fingers had hope flaring in his chest, the feeling of love taking hold. He strained to convey them as he spoke. “We need to work together, build some trust between us so we can build a relationship together and that means no more secrets, okay?”
Joe’s small nod had Stuart’s anxiety releasing its tight grip on his insides. Stuart removed his finger and replacing it with his lips, using the kiss to relay the depth of his feelings. Shifting his mouth he nibbled at Joe’s full lower lip sucking it into his mouth, loving the little whimper it evoked. Stroking his tongue along the seam of his lips seeking entry, tongues slid reacquainting. The slow deep glide into pleasure made him breathless as their mouths mated, both of them taking what they needed from each other.
Joe’s unique flavour hit him squarely in the balls as the hint of apples teased him. Seeking more he deepened the kiss, sucking on Joe’s tongue. The rapturous groan had his hips thrust up into Joe’s pert ass. Its perfection had him grinding harder, feeling his need rise between them. If this was the only way he could communicate, to show Joe that he could be trusted, then so be it.
Thinking about the horrors Joe had endured. Stuart’s fingers moved to gently cup his throat, caressing even as Joe’s body stilled. Feeling the loss when Joe pulled back panting, he stared into Stuart’s eyes searchingly. Stuart knew Joe was not ready to accept his words of love, even if he was ready to offer them. Instead he conveyed them with his eyes, his touch, needing to show him there could be more than hurt, anger, and fear between them.
Stuart watched Joe carefully tightening his fingers just a fraction, he saw the fear leap into his eyes. Joe’s hands twitched against his chest, but he didn’t move away. Stuart held him gently, his fingers caressed, trying to convey that they wouldn’t cause harm. The slight tremor that quaked Joe’s body seconds before air rushed out, ghosting across Stuart’s face, had him wondering if he was wrong.
Stuart scrutinised Joe when he urged him on covering his hands, encouraging him to get a firmer grip. Following Joe’s direction, Stuart leant forward, sucking on Joe’s plump lips to divert them both, but the audible groan Joe released when he increased the pressure, had Stuart’s cock hardening to steel. That and he could visibly see Joe’s cock trying to escape his jeans had him rethinking. Joe most definitely liked this kind of play. It took trust and understanding of limits to be able to get off in that way.
Stuart banked down his anger at what Joel had tried to steal from Joe. Mindful that he could cause a setback if Joe thought he was angry at him, he eased back pulling his hands away cautiously. Stuart smiled in reassurance at Joe’s frowning face.
“I think we should take this someplace where we can lay down and get naked.” His husky words had Joe jumping up like an eager beaver making Stuart’s laughter erupt out, “eager much, sunshine?”
The cheeky flirty grin Joe threw at him had him grinning, “Well it has been a while and my balls are blue, man, with all that cuddling and no relief, you were driving me insane.”
Struggling to contain his cocky smirk, Stuart tried to hide his face from Joe, Stuart halted as Joe’s finger jabbed at his chest.
“You did it on purpose?” Joe accused.
Giving him a noncommittal smile he didn’t need to know he wanted all Joe’s orgasms for himself as selfish as that may seem. Following Joe’s provocatively swaying hips. Stuart ignored his own awkward movements even if they were pissing him off. He thumped behind careful not to jar his leg.
He was grateful for a few minutes to regroup. He could feel the weight of the past few weeks slipping away, even the talk of Joel hadn’t discouraged his growing hope with Joe finally sharing his problems. It had cleared the air, and made him feel like a right jerk for avoiding Joe the day before, he considered how he could make it up to him.
He watched the flex and tightening of Joe’s ass as he disappeared into his bedroom. Thoughts cast back to what Joe had asked for weeks ago. Halting at the doorway, could he give Joe what he wanted? His ass on film? The surge of blood to his cock told him his body liked the idea but was his mind on board? Could he let go enough so that he would enjoy it?
“What are you doing out there?”
Jolting, his heart pounded in fright, at this rate he wouldn’t be fit for anything, if Joe’s shouting had him nervously jumping. Taking several deep breaths to calm himself, pushing his shoulders back, he moved into the room. He could do this, he could, he was sure, okay maybe not one hundred percent, fifty maybe. The sight that greeted him caused him to stop, his breath backing up in his chest. Joe lay stretched across navy cotton sheets. Dark hair gleamed under the luminosity of the lamps he’d switched on. Low lights cast shadows over his rippling naked body while Joe teased himself for Stuart’s pleasure.
Stuart stared unblinking when Joe’s fingers slid across his chest tweaking his pert pink left nipple as his other hand stroked his delicious, leaking cock. Pre-cum easing the slide, his naked body gleamed slick with sweat as Joe worked to heighten both their desires.
God he was fucking stunning in his passion. Stuart felt desire pulse from every cell, pulling him towards Joe like a homing pigeon. Stuart knew where his home was, and it was right there on the bed. The words ‘home is where the heart is’ seemed to beat in time to with his own heart as he moved forward, accepting his fate willingly.
Pleasure bloomed inside Joe at the rapturous expression etched onto Stuart’s beautiful face as he stood in the doorway. His charcoal eyes glowed, ignited an internal flame inside him that left him stunned. Burning desire washed over his body, Stuart’s hot stare seared all his nerve endings, making him writhe against the cool cotton searching for some relief.
Joe’s hands moved to entice wanting to drive Stuart into action, pinching his nipple before twisting the tip just enough to make it burn. Groaning as pleasure swamped him, his legs fell apart offering Stuart a full view of his meandering hands, cupping his sac he rolled his balls, tugging. The ache left him breathless, his body clenching in anticipation of what currently hid behind Stuart’s shorts.
His mind frantically worked to not think about the horrors he’d shared, or the anger Stuart had been unable to hide. Uncertain if the anger was directed at him or Joel, he had a feeling it was probably both, feeling gutted he might have disappointed the wonderful man.
Not wanting his beliefs to interfere, Joe ref
ocused his efforts, beckoning Stuart to the bed. The wanton desire barely contained in Stuart’s body had his hands reaching, begging him to hurry, so they could lose themselves in the moment. Those few steps Stuart took seemed to take forever.
Joe didn’t stop, his body pulsed with lust, touching his cock, feeling the steel under the silky skin. His roughened palm created just the right amount of friction to have desperation climb inside him. His hips thrust up, tunnelling his cock through his tight hold. Undulating, his pelvis took on a will off its own. Sensitised flesh poured with heat, Joe could feel the sheen of sweat build on his body with the effort it took to hold back his orgasm.
The two week dry spell felt like years as he watched Stuart strip of his T-shirt and shorts revealing acres of golden skin, solid muscles rippled with each move. The large bruised area on his upper left thigh no longer prominent had faded into yellows and greens. He noticed the swirled pattern still covering the whole top of his leg. The limp and wince that crossed his face, indicating he was still not totally pain free, reminded Joe he would need to be cautious. That was fine with Joe, the sexual gymnastics he planned involved him riding the beautiful monster cock.
The image of him doing just that made his body tremor, making him move up, crawling to the end of the bed where Stuart stood. Joe traced his abs with the tips of his fingers, trailing down while exploring the firm muscles hidden under soft, silky flesh. He teased them both, not touching the glorious eight inch monster currently pointing skyward. The tip gleamed under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, his mouth watered for a taste on his tongue. Mouthing along the inside of his thigh up into his groin Joe inhaled the deep musky scent, the spicy clean flavour making him dizzy with desire. The urge to eat him whole had his mouth opening, seeking Stuart’s flavour.
His flavours burst across his taste buds, groaning in anticipation of more. Joe felt the buzz ramp up his need, wetness dribbled off the end of his cock, calling for some attention. Dragging his hand between his legs he stroked his cock, using his own excitement as lube. Hoping his actions would motivate Stuart to get his ass on the bed. At this rate it would be over before they’d even started. His balls reiterating that fact as they rode up, trying to escape in his body as Stuart’s gaze followed his hands.
Tension filled the air, not the earlier one of downstairs, no this seemed to coat and tease him, leaving him wanting, aching. His eyes begged as his lips tormented heartlessly when seconds seemed to stretch. Hot blistering skin touched his at Stuart’s move to kneel on the edge of the bed, his large hands stretching under Joe, stopping him from moving.
Joe waited to see what he would do next, not at all disappointed when Stuart rolled him on to his back. Sliding down Joe’s overheated skin, hot breath ghosted over the leaking tip of his cock. Stuart hovered, sending warm puffs of air over the leaking slit, creating shivers to tease Joe’s body. His cock impossibly hard, the warm breath caressing him almost unbearable. Joe groaned through clamped teeth unsure how much more he could take when Stuart blew firmly over the wet tip making it jerk, spilling his excitement down its turgid length.
Joe sobbed in relief once Stuart lowered his lips, sucking the head of his cock into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Lips clamped firmly around the crown, the pull had him painfully hard, His heavy-lidded gaze focused on Stuart’s as his cheeks hollowed, sucking him with force. Too much, too much, howling, his body arched as cum exploded from the tip leaving him mindless. Gasping for air, tiny shivers wracked his body with every swallow Stuart took, catching every last drop of his cum like his life depended upon it.
“Holy …. fuck….” Joe melted into a puddle in the middle of the mattress.
He felt Stuart slither up over him, his happy trail scratching his sensitive cock, making it jerk at the added sensations. Stuart’s quiet chuckle at his moan told him exactly what his game was. Rippling abs extending his pleasure grinding down, Stuart’s hard cock nestled into his groin. Joe lifted his mouth hungry for more. Stuart’s tongue pushed the flavour of his own essence deep into his mouth. Joe groaned in delight, searching for more. The taste of Stuart mixed with his own flavour was addictive and had his cock attempting to rise.
Chasing Stuart’s mouth, pulling him close, breathing is overrated. Stuart followed his lead, letting him take control, Joe’s cock firmed at Stuart’s submission. Greedy for more, attacking Stuart’s mouth, his whimpered, needy moans did the rest. His cock now fully hard wanted more of those needy sounds from Stuart.
Joe recognised that some of his kinks could put off potential partners and was part of his problems with Joel. He’d been attracted to Joel’s openness, of being able to let go, trusting that his partner would listen and stop when he’d had enough. What he’d failed to see was Joel didn’t understand that, instead he’d steamrollered right over him. The trust he’d so willingly gave had been abused, resulting in Joe’s trusting issues.
Downstairs, Stuart had wanted to give him something positive, he could see it when his hands had cupped his neck. Not to harm but only to reassure, what Stuart hadn’t appreciated was how much it had aroused him after the initial fear. Those gentle fingers had given him back a little part that Joel had stolen. He’d been stunned to find himself encouraging Stuart to get a firmer grip. That moment showing how much he trusted Stuart, the flare of lust in Stuart’s eyes had left him needy in ways he hadn’t felt in months.
Now he wanted more, more of what Stuart had offered inadvertently to Joe. Sinking deeper into the kiss he let Stuart delve deeper needing the reassurance that this, what they had, was real, that he wouldn’t wake up and find it had all been a dream. Stuart shifted them, moving Joe so he could straddle his hips, making the images dance inside him of riding Stuart.
Feeling Stuart’s rigid length slide between his ass cheeks, the soaking tip allowing him to glide with ease. The slick feel felt wonderful against his sensitive pucker. Joe pushed down to feel the head pulse and buck against him. Joe encouraged Stuart, wanting to be filled and now, hips swayed sinuously, hoping it would entice. Lying on Stuart’s chest he mimicked the movement of his hips, using his tongue to show him what he wanted. Teeth clashed in desperation, Joe ground down, building speed, letting his hips drive their need higher. The air felt thick and heavy against his flesh, making it hard to take a deep breath, his lungs burned.
The perfume of their combined lust intoxicating as it surrounded them, Joe could taste the saltiness as his mouth moved, sucking and biting everywhere he could reach. Each touch seemed directly connected to his cock and fluttering hole, driving him wild for more.
Taking control, Joe flattened Stuart’s arms to the bed in one quick move. The stunned expression had giggles escaping his curving lips. “I may be small but I have a few surprises up my sleeve.”
Stuart’s arched look at his bare arms had Joe laughing harder.
“Okay.” Smirking down at Stuart “not at the moment, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t have a few tricks up my invisible sleeves.”
Joe waggled his eyebrows lecherously causing Stuart’s lips to rise up, offering him a smile. Enjoying the playfulness of the moment, he leaned down sucking Stuart’s full lower lip into his mouth. Watching for his reaction he chewed before nipping firmly, he laved away the sting before pulling back. Smouldering charcoal made it difficult to see Stuart’s pupils, taking that as a good sign, Joe leant over to the bedside cabinet, he grabbed the condoms and lube, dropping them on the bed.
Loving the slight hitch in Stuart’s breathing as he exhaled, wanting to tease them both, he made a big production of lubing his fingers. The scorching charcoal heat in Stuart’s eyes had his cock begging for attention. Ignoring it for now, wanting to put on a show, to please Stuart before riding that fat cock and giving them both what they wanted.
Letting his body do the talking, he twisted sideways, careful of Stuart’s injured leg. He moved, spreading his ass cheeks, using one hand to hold himself open, while using the one covered in lube to give Stuart a show he wouldn’t be
forgetting in a hurry. Taking his time, letting Stuart’s noisy approval add fuel to the burning fire building between them, he rose, balancing on one leg. Lifting up higher so he could tilt his hips up allowing for better access, Joe slowly sank two fingers deep inside, enjoying the burn and tight heat.
God it amazed him how much pleasure you could get from one small hole. The nerves burst to life, sparking little tremors to dart up his cock. Seeking his gland, his fingers felt along the smoothness of his channel, hitting pay dirt his eyes crossed as fireworks lit up his junk.
Lost in his own little world it took a moment to realise Stuart was moving, pushing pillows behind his head, sitting higher it would seem to get a better view. Stuart’s face a stark mask etched with hunger, his hands fisted behind his head, showing off large flexing biceps held tightly in place. The rigid control had Joe wanting to see if he could snap it.
Teasing them both, he slipped his fingers out, pushing down slightly to open his shinny hole, almost making it wink. The little breathless moan his only warning before firm hands gripped his hips pulling him forward.
Stuart’s harsh growl raked Joe’s arousal to breaking point. “Ride my cock, you teasing bastard, do it now.”
The command had his heart rate accelerating, gasping he tried to control the urge to just impale himself on Stuart without protection. Taking a couple of controlling breaths, air whistled past his gritted teeth as he made quick work of sheathing Stuart, unable to tease them both any longer. The needy groans Stuart released at his touch were enough to have him trembling. Lowering himself onto Stuart’s cock, he couldn’t stop his legs from shaking once the burn spread through his body. Unendingly slow, Joe swivelled his hips as if in time to soundless music. The pulsing beat inside had him languidly moving, letting Stuart’s cock stretch him wide open.