Pent Up

by Damon Suede

  Ruben froze. The sloshy suction, the seashell roar of Andy licking at him there, deprived him of his senses, and he stopped worrying about anyone getting hurt. Something inside him gave way, a restraint he’d never acknowledged during sex. Andy took anything he could dish out and more. Ruben had been with kinky women, rough women, crazy women, always holding back.

  Andy ground back harder and shivered under his hand. Anyone who said that fucking a guy was the same as a chick obviously spoke from zero experience. A man was something else entirely.

  “Give it up.” Ruben pushed inside.

  Andy’s eyes widened sharply, then relaxed as the width breached him.

  Ruben paused, then asked a question with his eyes that Andy answered with a positive grunt and a nod. “Let me stick my fat dick in you, huh?”

  Another inch. Ruben ran a hand over those small nipples, so different than a woman’s. He kept watching Andy’s face, trying to gauge his reactions.

  Andy squirmed his hips closer and his stomach tightened. “Yuh.”

  He pushed inexorably into the spit-wet constriction. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

  “No. Shh.” Andy licked his lips and gasped again. “You won’t. Agh!”

  “Hold on.” Ruben blinked.

  “No. It’s not hurt. It’s… I dunno. Weird. Hard. Great.” His greasy boner had softened.

  Ruben worked a little further inside the greasy muscle, inch by punishing inch. “Don’t fight me. Give all that up.” He’d never felt anything so tight around his cock. “You want all of it.” Telling, not asking.

  Andy swallowed and opened his mouth wide to gasp. “Go. Go.” His skin had gone slippery with sweat. He panted and stretched his mouth wide at something happening inside of him. “Jesus, are you in there. Oh Rube. Fuck.” His eyes glittered with tears.

  Ruben nodded. Planted deep, his cock felt as if it had been welded into place. “One sec.” Uncontrollably, his hips drove a millimeter deeper.

  “Agh.” Andy smiled. “You okay?”

  Ruben nodded again. “Scared.”

  “Don’t be. Huh?” Andy ran his hands over Ruben’s face, touching him carefully. “Try me. Do it.”

  Ruben braced his hands against the underside of Andy’s hamstrings and slid out a bit. Gingerly he pushed back.

  Andy grunted and nodded encouragement. “Yuh.”

  Ruben pulled out a little further and slid back home.

  “Unph.” Andy’s eyes rolled back. “Again.” Spit shone on his cheek.

  Braver, Ruben slid his thickness about halfway out and then drilled it straight back inside, mashing his pubic bone close until their hips socketed together.

  Andy smiled. “You see?”

  Ruben repeated the stroke, in-out, then held again.

  “C’mon.” Andy clawed at his back, but even the scratches felt delicious, marking him as Andy’s property. Stud bull.

  Ruben curled closer to him, rubbing their rough faces together, and skewered him again. In-out. He cupped Andy against his chest. “Good?”

  A sigh. “Ungh. That.” Andy hunched back and grappled with him. He muttered something inaudible.

  Ruben pulled back a mite and then bent his knees for a better angle to cram his full fat length into the strangling heat. “You’re taking my dick so good.” Anyone who said assfucking was unnatural obviously hadn’t done it.

  Andy panted and his ass squeezed the full thick length. His fingers stroked at Ruben’s tight, hairy sack and then snuck around most of his broad back to pull them closer together.

  “I’m finally fucking you. God.” They fit together like something broken and mended.

  “I know. Grah. You’re nailing me, man.” Andy flexed and bucked under his churning hips. “The hell?” His cock regained a lazy stiffness. His lanky muscles bunched, and his breath became a low rumble. His floppy hair was a sweaty tangle, and his stubble tickled Ruben’s unshaven throat. Hair and spit and a lazy power always on the verge of breaking loose.

  “Yeah, man. Yeah.” Andy urged and nodded, then nodded again and licked his lips feverishly. “Yeah.”

  Ruben held his breath. “Look at me. Don’t look away.” A soft, salty kiss while his hips hammered relentlessly.

  Andy squinted but did exactly that, staring back with a hazy, rolling pleasure that melted Ruben. He whispered under his breath and rocked his head drunkenly.

  Ruben leaned forward to hear Andy’s mumbling litany… something in Spanish. He pressed his thumb to the corner of Andy’s stretched lips.

  Andy turned his head and sucked the wide pad into his mouth.

  Ruben’s erection stiffened into a brutal spike. Point of no return if he didn’t get a hold of himself. How long had they been fucking? Already his balls ached and his skin prickled with blind appetite. He needed to cool off before he lost control. He wanted to make it good for Andy, to take Andy all the way over the edge before he got his. Pride? Fear? Before the warning flashes could trip his trigger, he pulled himself free and sat back on his heels. His erection bobbed damp and dark between them.

  “Yeah? You like my big thing busting you open?” Playing for time, Ruben tucked his finger into the greasy slot. The light fuzz was smeared with lube and the hole loose to the touch. He’d fucked it wide open and feeling the proof made his dick ache. Without asking permission he lunged forward and drove his full length back into Andy hard enough to make them both call out.

  Andy’s half-lidded eyes looked stunned and stupid, drunk on whatever raunchy miracle was happening inside of him.

  “That good? Filthy fucker. You can’t stop me.”

  Andy’s voice shook with the pounding. “Duh-on’t wanna.” He gasped, and his eyes flashed with fear, but he looked plenty pleased with the prospect.

  “Stuck. You’re not going any-fucking-where.” He chewed on Andy’s wet hair and sucked the tangy sweat out of it. “Right where you are, you belong.”

  Andy’s cock slid against his belly and hip, occasionally squashed by the collisions. His blue-gray eyes barely open, his pink tongue licking and licking again nervously at his lips.

  “Nailed down. Huh?”

  Andy nodded. “Juh.” His eyes shut, and his mouth opened to gasp at some sensation. He winced and panted.

  Ruben’s hard thrusts punctuated the words. “You corrupted me. And now you gotta take. Every fucking inch.”

  Andy nodded slightly. His mouth was open and drool fell from his lips to the sheet.

  Ruben wanted to mark him, paint him with scent and seed. Pintón. “I’m gonna put all my sauce right in you.”

  Andy nodded.

  “All my fucking juice. In there, man.”

  Andy reached down and felt the junction where the meat went into him. “Jesus.” His eyes got wide.

  Ruben fell forward over Andy and scrubbed their sweaty chests together, drilling into him with ruthless precision.

  “Jesus, Ruben. You’re gonna make me go just like that.”

  Ruben nodded, his own climax boiling inside him. “Wanna wait.”

  “No. No, man. I can’t.” Andy’s light eyes were wide and feverish. His boner rode the ridge under Ruben’s navel, hunching against the slick, furry abs.

  Too good. Too soon. But Ruben couldn’t even pull all the way out. He snaked one arm around Andy’s back and pulled him closer for better leverage.

  At that, Andy’s heels hooked behind him at the small of his back and raw instinct took over. The clutching, sucking heat bloomed around his hardness and Andy’s lips and teeth tugged at his earlobe till Ruben thought he’d lose his mind.

  “Do it. Do it.” Andy whispered into his ear. “Dame tu leche.” Whatever it meant sounded filthy on Andy’s lips.

  “Rnngh-mmph!” Before he could stop himself, he roared in relief and his orgasm exploded out of him in a glittering river. His hips pushed hard against Andy’s, and his arm squeezed the firm, slippery flesh against him while his pleasure crashed over them both and sloshed to a stop.

  Andy chuckled, a
low, whispery sound of genuine amusement. “Well, alright then.”

  “You didn’t cum?” Ruben frowned, embarrassed at his short fuse. “Oh man.”

  Andy looked sheepish. “Only ’cause I was hanging on for dear life.” He milked his erection again and dragged the head across Ruben’s pubes. “Fuck.”

  He took hold of Andy’s erection and gave it a stroke. “What can I do?” Ruben started to soften and moved to pull free.

  Andy grabbed at his elbow. “Wait.”

  Ruben stopped.

  Andy didn’t. “Don’t move. Can you leave it inside?” He sounded shy now, as if embarrassed by his own request.

  Ruben nodded and left his spongy dick half-in, half-out of the tight warmth.

  Squinting, Andy tightened his grip on Ruben’s arms and pushed his hips back, driving himself onto Ruben’s erect flesh. When he touched bottom, he closed his eyes and fell back against the wadded pillows. Under Ruben’s clenched hand, Andy’s heart slowed, slowed, and his ass clenched a few times around Ruben’s softening erection.

  Ruben flinched at the squirmy bliss of it, and in the milking pressure his semiboner didn’t fade.

  Andy licked his lips and opened his light eyes. He grinned and his ass clamped down again.

  “Hey!”

  “Too much?”

  Ruben nodded, then shook his head. “Dunno. Ticklish.”

  “Hang on. Unnph.” His butt flexed again. “I can feel you in there.”

  Ruben chuckled and raised his eyebrows.

  “No. Fuck you.” Andy softened. “I mean. It feels good having all of you pressed inside.”

  Ruben raised an eyebrow. “For real?”

  “Prostate.” Andy exhaled and ground down with his hips. “Among other things.” Smile.

  Ruben grunted and squeezed his ribcage. His boner pulsed. He gave an experimental thrust.

  “Jesus, man. Can you go again?”

  “I dunno. Probably.” For whatever reason, not jerking off or big nuts, Ruben could usually go twice without a break. He had no interest in pulling away, but wasn’t sure how much Andy actually wanted.

  Andy wriggled, working his way up toward the headboard, and his muscles milked Ruben hard.

  Ruben flinched. “Hssst! Easy!” His cock rested half-inside.

  Andy smiled lazily, and then his eyes widened in surprise when Ruben didn’t slide free. “Fuck.”

  Ruben pressed back into the heat of his own semen. Andy’s ass had stopped fighting him and, without permission or doubt, Ruben began to thrust again into the scorching wetness, tapping and then hammering at the walls of another climax. Just like that, he could feel how possible it was.

  Andy’s eyes widened in fear or disbelief. “God, Ruben. Gahhd.”

  “Can you take it?” His pace didn’t slack, yanking loose and driving home. “D’ya want it? All of it?”

  A nod.

  Ruben swallowed. He punched at the satiny opening in short frantic strokes, chasing his orgasm pitilessly.

  Andy pulled his legs back and groaned. “I dunno. I dunno.” His forehead creased. He swallowed and tugged at his hard, pale cock with fierce focus. Eyes on Ruben, he nodded brokenly.

  Ruben took it for permission to plunder the greasy heat, pulling the muscular thighs around his waist.

  “C’mon.” Andy bared his teeth and whimpered low in his throat, a ragged, needy sound.

  “Huh? Huh?” Ruben demanded a wordless response from Andy’s perfect flesh, pounding in short jabs against that knotted spot that made Andy jerk and shudder.

  Andy’s lids closed as his mouth fell open in a wordless scream. His slick hole clamped around the drilling flesh, and between them his shaft spat hot syrup. Andy hissed through his clenched teeth in agonized relief. “Hff. Hssff. Ah! Hsss—hff.”

  Ruben’s eyes squeezed shut, and he curled over, planting his stiff meat deep as it would go while the jizz busted out to join the first round. Andy’s load slid between their torsos and inside as well. Ruben caught himself licking a wide path up Andy’s throat and putting his tongue inside that mouth so they could share the fresh taste of him.

  Andy sucked at his tongue with lazy hunger until Ruben finally pulled free and rolled off him, groaning happily.

  They lay side by side, catching their respective breaths.

  Ruben frowned at the ceiling, as baffled as a virgin but acutely proud of himself.

  A couple years into his marriage, the sex with Marisa had begun to seem like a construction crew hauling steel beams up the face of a high-rise. “A little to the right, slower now. Steady… steady. Careful of the bump.” Pleasant, but precarious.

  This was something else entirely. The raw, unfettered aggression and tenderness had demolished all the walls he’d carefully erected around his ugliest appetites. Andy’s impatient hunger and his own obsession had broken him faster than a quart of gin. This much pleasure scared him, perhaps because he’d never felt this happy and free without a bottle in his hand.

  Lying there naked in the dark next to his boss, he knew that for a lie. What made him panicky wasn’t the crazy sex, but the crazier feelings. Fucking time bomb, this was.

  Then, like a cold cobweb the size of a bedsheet, the full weirdness settled over Ruben in the dark.

  I fucked a guy.

  Andy had thrown a loose arm over his chest, which started to feel like an iron girder pinning him in place. Ruben wanted to run, to puke, to punch someone. A drink! That’d help. He could almost taste the burning slip that would fuzz out all his jagged edges. Medicinal purposes.

  Didn’t Andy feel freaked out? What did he expect? What did a cock in your ass do to your psyche? What would he do if Andy were a chick? Grab a shower? Have a cigarette? Duck out before things got too intense or too honest?

  “Hey.” Andy tilted his head on the mattress. “Oso.”

  Ruben grunted but didn’t move. He knew that he didn’t want a drink. He wanted to run away. The drink was always an excuse to run.

  “Where’d you go?” Andy kept his arm in place, closing his fingers over Ruben’s ribs. “You still with me?”

  Ruben flinched, suddenly more ticklish than he’d ever been in his life. Any second he’d burst out of his skin.

  “Don’t freak out.” Andy’s jovial tone masked something else. “Hey.” He propped himself up on an elbow and the rib fingers stopped. “It’s just us, okay. Oso?”

  “Us. Yeah.” Ruben nodded, aware of his smeary, chilled skin and the trickle of semen on his inner thigh. And we fucked. And you’re a man. And what does that make—?

  “Hey!” Andy sat up for real, and his voice hardened. “Look at me. My name is Andy, and we just had sex. Superior sex, for the record.” He tried to laugh. “I have beard burn for the first time in my life. Now I know why my girlfriends bitched.”

  Ruben stayed very still, counting his breaths, willing himself to stay in one place. His pulse cantered, and the hair on his head felt like a cellphone tower in a strike zone. “Sorry. About the beard.”

  “No. That’s not what I meant.” Andy chuckled and coughed. “Just… I’m on the verge of freaking out too. So don’t.”

  “You are?” His entire skin felt bruised and burnt.

  Andy nodded. “Broken every commandment. My family would disown me. A bunch of my relatives would kick me out of a moving car. But… it didn’t feel wrong or stupid.” Shrug. “It felt natural.”

  Ruben shrugged back. No kidding.

  “Dirty in the best way. Like breathing. It wasn’t like a chick at all.” Andy measured him with his eyes.

  “Well, thanks.” He cupped his wet balls.

  “I just meant it was great. We were great.” Pause. “Weren’t we?”

  Ruben tried to speak but couldn’t until he cleared his dry throat. “Yeah.”

  “You were so gentle. But rough. I dunno. I can’t explain. You fucked the hell out of me and I loved it.” A matter of fact grin.

  Ruben could have nodded but didn’t. Instead, he asked quiet
ly, “Are you okay?”

  “Mmph. Now? Yeah. At first not so much, but then wham.”

  “Sorry.” Ruben grimaced.

  “Don’t be.”

  “Everything sort of happened, and you asked. No way could I say no to you begging like that. Not after….” To the victor the spoils, only they’d both won.

  Andy reached over and tugged at Ruben’s ribs, pulling him across. “C’mere.”

  The smooth muscle felt like heaven under Ruben. Their chest hair scrubbed between them. Weird, sexy, right.

  “I just squirted to my eyebrows and I wanna go again.” Andy wiped his cheek again.

  “Yeah?” A little smile bent Ruben’s mouth. “You talking Spanish does something crazy to me, I think. Sick.”

  “Relax. We’re okay. No one died. No lightning.”

  “Speak for yourself.”

  Andy chuckled. “No electrocution and divine judgment, then.” He pulled his face back. “We’re here. You and me.”

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “Uh, yeah? No?” Andy wiped his wet face and scratched his wet scalp until his cowlick sprang loose. “I don’t know how I lasted.”

  “I lost control there at the end.” Ruben nudged him. “I gotta problem with losing control.”

  “What you’ve got is a weapon of ass destruction. Jesus.” He cupped his balls.

  “Sorry, boss.” Ruben blushed in the dark. “But good. Right?”

  Andy lay back gingerly. “It was perfect.”

  A little of the weight on Ruben’s shoulders evaporated. “Be careful what you wish for.” His swollen dick still felt hot and sore from the delicious friction they’d built between them. He smiled and shifted to get up.

  Andy didn’t move off him. “What?”

  “Gonna rinse off.”

  “No.” He smiled with casual finality. “I like you here, just like that.” Ruben snuffled with undisguised pleasure and stopped fighting to keep it inside himself. His heart had slowed to a slow walk, and he started to feel dozy and dopey when he felt a low rumble under him.

  “Umm. We forgot something.” Andy plucked the wrapper on the nightstand. “Stupid.”

  “Condom. Oh man! I’m not—I didn’t—”

  “S’okay. I know you didn’t. My fault as much as yours. I wasn’t exactly taking my time.”